Chapter 1844: Campus literary ugly girl counterattack road 9

Chapter 1844: Campus literary ugly girl counterattack road 9

The original owner was still too weak. It was still half an hour away from Mohushan Station to the cemetery.

Shu Ange adjusted the shoulder straps of his schoolbag and walked up the mountain as steadily as possible.

Halfway through the journey, a taxi galloped past Shu Ange and disappeared around the corner shortly after.

What followed was a quiet system prompt.

"The target object of this raid has appeared, and the current favorability is 30."

Shu Ange looked up at the taxi exhaust pipe, so he just sat in the car.

This road only leads to Mohushan Cemetery, Shu Ange decides to go faster, and maybe meet each other in the cemetery.

Fate is wonderful, Shu Ange touched the scar on his face.

She had planned to remove the scar on her face, and then go to find Dihua's avatar in this plane, but the two of them met in advance.

But this also proved in disguise that he was not a superficial person who judged people by appearance, and he was not prejudiced because of the scar on her face.

In the cemetery in the late autumn and early winter, the wind was brimming with cold air. Shu Ange tightened his collar and walked into the park under the slightly surprised eyes of the gatekeeper.

The taxi was still parked outside the door, and the other party should have come by a chartered car.

By the way, she was able to enter so smoothly because the city government of Z City, with a slap on the forehead, converted the Mohushan Cemetery into a park.

Although the scenery here is really good, out of taboo, few people go to the cemetery to enjoy the scenery.

"Flying crane grass."

Shu Ange muttered to himself, keeping his eyes on the grass, trying to find the trace of Feihecao from it.

The crow stood on the tall pine tree, perhaps because of the cloudy day, the atmosphere in the cemetery was particularly solemn.

The tombstone is inscribed with the year of a person's birth and death, and the photo was washed white by the rain.

Those who write the names of their children and grandchildren may be a comedy in their life, and those who are alone with flowers in front of their graves may not necessarily be a tragedy.

A person's life is very long, but after returning to the cemetery, it becomes very short.

Shu Ange wandered around the cemetery for a long time, and finally found Feihecao.

She squatted down, cut off the branches and leaves of Flying Crane grass with a knife, wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it in her schoolbag.

Flying crane grass, which is bright yellow like willow leaves, is particularly eye-catching among the contiguous decaying grasses.

Perhaps it was unfortunate, Shu Ange was digging into his head when two drops of water suddenly fell on his forehead.

She wiped her forehead with a hand, looked up at the sky, and the cloudy sky began to rain.

"This ghost weather, fortunately, I have been prepared."

Shu Ange opened his schoolbag and pulled out a black folding umbrella to open it.

She held an umbrella in one hand, swayed her body and moved her muscles and bones, and her eyes suddenly fell on a black young man in the distance.

He was tall, wearing a black hoodie, standing in front of a tall tombstone like a statue.

The rain gradually became heavier and fell to the ground, the young man standing in the rain as if he was ignorant.

Singer Shu An pressed on his chest, feeling an indiscernible pain.

It was her feeling, the inexplicable closeness that told her that this was the person she was looking for.

She packed her schoolbag and walked towards the boy.

The rain beat the black umbrella, perhaps startled by the sound of footsteps. The boy standing in front of the tombstone turned to look at Shu Ange.

His lips were pale and green, his cold white complexion resembled pearl-white ivory that had been treasured for centuries, and his clear and sad eyes were like stars hanging in the night sky.

He was dressed simply in a black hoodie, washed white jeans and a red string around his neck.

"Hello, it's raining, do you want to share an umbrella?"

Shu Ange held an umbrella and politely asked the boy for his opinion.

"thanks."

His voice was like mint, cool and soft, closer than Shu Ange imagined.

Shu Ange walked to the tombstone, held an umbrella high, and covered the boy under the umbrella.

The tombstone is engraved with a black and white photo of a woman with eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to those of a teenager, who died at the age of 30.

The man who erected the monument called the deceased his beloved wife, and it was also engraved with his beloved son Zhao Xingyuan crying.

The rain kept falling, the sounds of insects and birds fell silent, and the cemetery was as silent as another world.

"Are you here to visit?"

Seeing that the young man's lips were getting greener, Shu Ange broke the silence.

"my mother."

It turned out that he was Zhao Xingyuan, a very nice name, reminiscent of the sea of ​​stars.

The cold wind blew, and the boy coughed and suddenly fell backwards.

Shu Ange hurriedly reached out to catch him, and the umbrella fell to the ground.

"Classmates, wake up, wake up. Zhao Xingyuan, Zhao Xingyuan."

Shu Ange called the other party's name, and the teenager clenched his teeth and didn't mean to wake up.

The rain fell on the two of them, wet Zhao Xingyuan's face, and the rain slid down his collar and onto his clean chest.

He is very thin, thinner than Shu Ange imagined.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, she reached out and groped in Zhao Xingyuan's pocket, and finally found a small medicine bottle in his trousers pocket.

Shu Ange looked at the bottle, poured out the medicine, hugged Zhao Xingyuan and tried to feed the pill into his mouth.

Perhaps it was the instinct of self-protection after falling into a coma. Zhao Xingyuan kept his mouth tightly closed, and it was difficult for Shu Ange to feed the medicine.

To make matters worse, his heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid, and the situation was very critical.

In desperation, Shu Ange directly put the pill in his mouth, leaned over mouth to mouth to feed Zhao Xingyuan's mouth, and pushed the pill to the base of his tongue with his tongue.

Zhao Xingyuan swallowed subconsciously and ate the medicine.

After feeding him the medicine, Shu Ange's cheeks were hot, and it turned red to the base of his ears.

It was still raining, she picked up the umbrella on the ground to cover Zhao Xingyuan's upper body, and sat directly on the marble floor splashed with mud, not afraid of getting dirty.

Ordinary people are prone to get sick after being exposed to the rain for a long time. Shu Ange tried to wake him up considering that she and Zhao Xingyuan were both in poor health.

"Zhao Xingyuan, student Zhao?"

Perhaps it was because of excessive sadness and rain, Zhao Xingyuan did not respond to Shu Ange's cry.

"It can't be delayed any longer."

Shu Ange folded the umbrella and put it in his schoolbag, then took off his jacket, put it on Zhao Xingyuan, and tried to carry him to his back.

"Huh, it's heavy."

The seemingly frail teenager is heavier than Shu Ange imagined, not to mention that she has to carry a heavy schoolbag.

Human life is at stake, no matter how important it is, we must persevere.

Considering that there was still a taxi waiting at the door, Shu Ange felt that she still made some money.

In such a desolate place, there is no way to get a car, and she has no money to call a car from the city center.

"one two Three……"

Shu Ange walked forward in the rain, counting silently.

As she approached the door, she heard a moan from her back.

"Put me down."

The mint-like cool voice reveals a bit of weakness and weakness.

"It's classmate Zhao Xingyuan, you're not feeling well, just hold on."

Zhao Xingyuan crouched on the back of the girl who was obviously shorter than him, and walked with his feet almost rubbing the ground.

He had an extra piece of clothes on him. If I remember correctly, it was the coat the girl wore before.