Red Dust Tune: Cherry Falling King's Heart

A malicious smile, a ferocious distorted face, hot palms... Scenes of unbearable scenes overwhelmed Qingying. Qingying covered her head and screamed, turned around in horror and wanted to escape.She covered her ears and ran wildly, but those obscene voices were still chasing her extremely clearly and fiercely.Qing Ying kept running wildly, avoiding this terrifying sound.Suddenly, she stumbled and fell hard, the sounds of chasing through the air disappeared all of a sudden, replaced by icy sea water.

Waves beat her, Qing Ying felt herself sinking and floating in the sea, she struggled to get to the surface, but felt something under the water bit her foot and dragged her into the sea.The sea was already full of blood. After the blood sprayed, she saw a pair of lifeless black eyes, which were icy cold, which made her feel the suffocation of death; the bloody mouth opened under those black eyes made her endure even more Can't stop screaming...

"Qingying! Qingying, wake up!"

The violent shaking caused Qingying to open her eyes, and Zhong Wanjun's anxious face caught her eyes.

"Wan... Wanjun..." Qing Ying looked at Zhong Wanjun in disbelief, just now...was it a dream?

Zhong Wanjun asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmare... Nightmare...Qing Ying pursed her mouth, and suddenly cried out with an aggrieved "wow", and plunged into Zhong Wanjun's arms: "Wanjun..."

Zhong Wanjun patted her on the back clumsily: "Okay, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..." His voice was surprisingly gentle.

Qing Ying put her arms around Zhong Wanjun's waist and cried recklessly. These days, those American agents and sharks came to report to her dream almost every night, reminding her of that terrible experience time and time again.Qing Ying felt that she was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything is over, I'm here, I won't let you get hurt again..."

Zhong Wanjun's gentle consolation gradually calmed down Qingying's excited mood and made her heart gradually settle down.

"Wanjun..." Qing Ying stood up from Zhong Wanjun's arms, her eyes were red, like a little rabbit that was still in shock.

Zhong Wanjun rubbed Qingying's hair: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qingying nodded.

Zhong Wanjun smiled slightly and said, "I'll get you a cup of hot milk, okay?"

Qingying nodded again.

Zhong Wanjun quickly brought in a cup of warm milk.Qing Ying took the cup, sat on the bed and drank it in small sips.

Zhong Wanjun looked at Qing Ying's appearance, feeling a little distressed, if it wasn't for his own incompetence, why would Qing Ying be frightened every night.

Qing Ying drank a cup of hot milk, and finally recovered.Only then did she realize that Zhong Wanjun was wearing pajamas.She asked guiltily, "Did I wake you up?"

Zhong Wanjun took the empty cup from Qing Ying's hand, put it on the bedside table, and said, "No, I just came back from Daddy Mummy's house, took a shower and changed clothes, and I heard screams from your side. I I hurried over to check, only to find out that you were having a nightmare."

Qingying heard the words, looked left and right, but she didn't see the watch, so she asked: "What time is it?"

Zhong Wanjun thought for a while: "It's probably past two o'clock."

Qing Ying stuck out her tongue: "It's so late." She originally wanted to wait for Zhong Wanjun to come back before going to sleep, but she sat in the living room watching TV, fell asleep while waiting, and was awakened by the thunder outside.When she looked at the clock, it was past twelve o'clock. Seeing that Zhong Wanjun hadn't come back, she thought that he might have just slept at his parents' house, so she went upstairs to sleep in her room.

Zhong Wanjun gently combed Qing Ying's hair with his fingers - he had accidentally rubbed them into a mess just now.He asked: "Qing Ying, have you been having this nightmare all these days?"

Qing Ying instinctively denied: "No, only tonight." She didn't want Zhong Wanjun to worry about herself.

Zhong Wanjun didn't speak, but stared at Qing Ying fixedly.

Qing Ying felt a little guilty, and then remembered that she denied it too quickly and too absolutely, how could Wan Jun believe it?She hurriedly said: "It's just occasionally, I'm fine."

Zhong Wanjun sighed, helped Qing Ying to straighten her hair, and pinned some hair behind her ears, and then said: "Qing Ying, I want to be honest."

Qing Ying looked at Zhong Wanjun's deep eyes, and wanted to continue to deny it, but she understood Zhong Wanjun's eyes - Wanjun was concerned about herself.

Faced with this kind of concern, Qing Ying was powerless to resist, and she was finally defeated.Qing Ying bit her lip, nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered her head deeply.

Zhong Wanjun sighed again, and pulled Qing Ying into his arms: "I have been having nightmares too. I dreamed of the Institute of Human Weapons, and those sharks in the sea."

He felt that Qingying hugged him tighter, and he also tightened his arms slightly, and then continued: "You don't have to feel sorry for having nightmares, it's human nature." Zhong Wanjun paused Suddenly, I don't know what to say next, he is not good at words, he really can't do things like comforting people.

In the end, Zhong Wanjun only came up with one sentence: "In short, don't worry, I'm here for everything."

Qingying gave a soft "hmm".

Zhong Wanjun let go of Qingying, picked up the empty cup on the bedside table, stood up and said to Qingying: "Okay, I'm going to wash the cup, you wash your face and go to sleep. I will take you around London tomorrow. Let’s visit University College London first, and you can think about what department you want to choose.”

Qingying nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhong Wanjun took the cup and left Qing Ying's room, his own room was opposite Qing Ying's room.When he returned to his room after washing the cups, he discovered that there was still light coming from the crack in the door of Qing Ying's room opposite.how?Haven't slept yet?Zhong Wanjun stood at the door for a while, seeing that the light was still on, he knocked on the door suspiciously.

"Qingying? Why don't you turn off the light?" Zhong Wanjun came in and wanted to help Qingying turn off the desk lamp, but Qingying hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"Don't close it!" Qingying met Shangzhong Wanjun's suspicious gaze, and murmured, "That...it's dark, I'm afraid."

Afraid of the dark?Zhong Wanjun was stunned for a moment, when he spent the night in the house on the mountain, didn't he see that Qing Ying was afraid of the dark?He thought about it, and then understood.

Zhong Wanjun said, "Wait a minute." He got up and turned off the light in his room, then hugged two more quilts and a pillow, and returned to Qingying's room.

"What are you doing?" Qing Ying asked suspiciously.

Zhong Wanjun smiled: "I am also afraid that I will have nightmares when I sleep alone at night." He spread a quilt on the carpet next to Qingying's bed, placed the pillows, and spread another quilt on top.

"I'll make a bed here to accompany you, so that neither of us will have to be afraid of nightmares at night." Zhong Wanjun said, and got into his simple bed.

Qing Ying was dumbfounded, and moved in her heart, Wan Jun is...

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome..." she said dully.

Zhong Wanjun, who had already closed his eyes, heard the words, opened one eye and looked at Qing Ying with an impatient look: "Hey, it's late, do you still want to sleep?" After speaking, he closed his eyes. He closed his eyes, then wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled and rolled, until he stopped in satisfaction after rolling himself like a fat worm, buried his face in the pillow, and began to sleep soundly.

Qing Ying stared at Zhong Wanjun's actions in a daze, she could say...was she attracted by the caterpillar-shaped Zhong Wanjun?

Wan Jun, this is really not you.Qingying muttered in her heart, after turning up the heating in the room, she reached out and turned off the desk lamp.

In the darkness, Qingying also rolled up a few rolls wrapped in a quilt, and then fell asleep.But even in her sleep, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved upwards. Although Wan Jun's last words were in an impatient tone, Qing Ying could clearly feel the concern under the impatience.

Wan Jun, thank you.

A good night's sleep.

§

The next day, both of them chose to stay in bed and sleep late, and it began to snow in London in December.Even if there is sufficient heating in the room, it is still more comfortable to have a warm bed.So, until the sun was three poles, the two people who had slept soundly got out of the "worm shell" reluctantly.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Qingying yawned and asked Zhong Wanjun who was also sleepy.

Zhong Wanjun, who was still awake, replied without hesitation: "Chili fried porridge!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhong Wanjun rubbed his eyes, what did I just say?

Qingying blinked her eyes, but she hadn't recovered from the petrified state.

Zhong Wanjun, who finally remembered what he just said, threw his head back under the blanket and pretended to be dead. The guy just now was not me, definitely not me!

Unexpectedly, the educated youth Ying also popped out a sentence that made him want to hit the wall even more: "This chili fried porridge... I can't make it." The weak voice seemed to be afraid that a certain man who ordered the food would go crazy in a second.

Zhong Wanjun covered his head with the quilt and did not respond.I haven't woken up yet, I just haven't woken up yet...

Finally, Qing Ying leaned half her body out of the bed, patted the bulging blanket on the floor, and asked, "Shall we eat wontons?"

A muffled "OK" came from the quilt bag.

Qingying smiled "puchi", it turned out that Zhong Wanjun, who was always smart and shrewd, had a short-circuited brain, such a scumbag!

Zhong Wanjun covered his face, deeply feeling that he was ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house.

Throwing off the quilt, Qing Ying went to wash in the bathroom connected to the room, leaving someone outside to scratch the wall depressedly.

§

After eating breakfast, which can be regarded as lunch, Jun Ying and the two went out.Zhong Wanjun was wearing a beige coat and a scarf of the same color; Qingying was more afraid of the cold, a long pure white down jacket hem to the knees, plus white boots, white earmuffs, white fox fur neckerchief and white gloves, the whole The person was wrapped tightly and looked like a furry one.

Zhong Wanjun looked at Qing Ying with a funny look: "Is it so cold?"

Qing Ying stomped her feet, trying to warm herself up.Hearing Zhong Wanjun's words, she smiled shyly, and didn't say that since the last time she was poisoned for Zhong Wanjun, her body had been injured at all, and she was especially afraid of the cold.

"Come on, let's go to University College London first."

"Oh."

University College London, referred to as UCL, was founded in 1826 and is located in London, England. It is a world-renowned top school with a global reputation.It is the founding college of the University of London Alliance, and it is also known as the "G5 Super Elite University" together with Cambridge University, Oxford University, Imperial College, and London School of Economics and Political Science. "G5 Super Elite University" represents the UK's top scientific research strength, quality of teachers and students, and economic strength.Today, among the alumni who have studied, worked or are currently working in UCL, there are 28 Nobel Prize winners and 3 Fields Medal winners. Celebrities in the field.Among them are Gao Kun, the "father of optical fiber", Lu Jiaxi, former president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Rabindranath Tagore, Mahatma Gandhi, and former Japanese prime ministers Ito Hirobumi and Koizumi Junichiro. UCL's main campus is located in the heart of London near the British Museum and the British Library, making it the most expensive university in the world.For many years, UCL has been in the top 25 of the world university rankings in various editions.

"Turning around, how do you feel?" Zhong Wanjun asked Qing Ying with his hands in his pockets.

Qingying was stunned: "As expected of a world-class university, the equipment is amazing." So the tuition fee is also frighteningly expensive.Qing Ying kept this sentence in her heart and didn't say it.

Zhong Wanjun smiled and continued to introduce to Qingying: "UCL undergraduate admission requirements include completing two years of A-Level/IB courses, completing first-year domestic university courses, and an average score of no less than 80% in professional courses."

Qing Ying was dumbfounded when she heard this: "I don't seem to have any of these... I haven't even finished my third year of high school."

Zhong Wanjun said: "You don't have to worry about these, Mycroft will arrange it for you. All you have to do is in the next time, um... I will not go to work at Scotland Yard until the Lantern Festival is over. Before that I will help you with tutoring. Foreign universities are different from domestic universities. There are three semesters in one academic year. UCL runs from September this year to summer next year, roughly from September to December, January to March, and April to June. There are three months and three semesters, and you will not be officially enrolled as a freshman until September next year, before that, you have to make up for it."

Qing Ying opened her mouth wide, didn't she...

Zhong Wanjun continued: "I don't have time to give you tutoring after I go to work, but I will find you a good tutor. In short, before the school starts, you must make up for it and make up for it."

Qingying drooped her head, it's over!

Zhong Wanjun tried his best to restrain his urge to pat Qing Ying's head, feeling very good for some reason.

"Okay, let's go to the British Museum next."

"Are you sure we don't need to go home for tutoring?"

"...It's not too late, it's okay."

After leaving University College London, Zhong Wanjun and Qing Ying strolled to the British Museum.As soon as she entered the museum, Qing Ying let out a comfortable breath, finally warming up.

"The British Museum is the oldest and most magnificent comprehensive museum in the world. It is also one of the largest and most famous museums in the world. The museum has collected many cultural relics and treasures from all over the world. The collection is rich and diverse. It is rare in museums all over the world. The British National Museum has a collection of more than 600 million pieces. Due to space constraints, there are still a large number of collections that have not been exhibited publicly." Zhong Wanjun introduced Qing Ying to her in a low voice.

Qing Ying nodded as she listened, this place is really big, she is already dazzled and dazzled.

"The treasure of this museum is Chinese cultural relics..." Zhong Wanjun said.

Qing Ying interrupted him unhappily: "Why do our Chinese things become the treasures of the British Museum?"

Zhong Wanjun explained: "They were looted during the war, the Old Summer Palace was burned, and the Eighth Nations Allied Forces invaded China. Many British explorers went deep into Northwest China to plunder the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. here."

"Then why didn't they return it to us?" Qingying said with a wrinkled face, "This is obviously something from our China!"

Zhong Wanjun rubbed her hair: "Okay, this question is more complicated, and it's beyond your consideration."

Qingying closed her mouth sullenly, of course she knew that this question was more complicated.She was just unconvinced, why should foreigners seize Chinese cultural relics and refuse to return them, and they didn't buy them, they robbed them!

In the following time, Zhong Wanjun took Qing Ying around the museum like a horse watching flowers.Seeing that Qingying was always depressed, he decided not to take Qingying through the back door, lest she feel even more unhappy when she saw the two Chinese stone lions at the back door.

Coming out of the museum, Zhong Wanjun comforted: "Okay, don't be upset. Just be yourself. These cultural relics can comfort the homesickness of Chinese students studying abroad."

Qing Ying said in a muffled voice: "I can only think so."

"Let's go, let's have afternoon tea. What do you want to eat?"

"cake."

§

After enjoying afternoon tea in a very high-end coffee shop, Zhong Wanjun originally wanted to take Qingying to the British Library by taxi, lest Qingying would freeze on the way.But Qingying wanted to take a stroll along the way, so Zhong Wanjun went with her.

It is said that girls are shopaholics at heart, which is absolutely true.Qingying immediately became excited when she saw the small shops on the street.

"Wan Jun Wan Jun, come and take a look. There are still wind chimes for sale now!" Qing Ying lay in front of the glass cabinet, looking at all kinds of small wind chimes inside in surprise.

Zhong Wanjun came over: "Why do you say that?"

"I've never seen a shop selling wind chimes in Taipei. I thought wind chimes were extinct in the 21st century." Qing Ying's eyes were already glued to the wind chimes, and she couldn't take them off.

Zhong Wanjun didn't say anything, actually he wasn't interested in this kind of little girl thing, but if Qing Ying liked it... He saw Qing Ying's happy face, and he had an idea in his heart.

After Qingying looked at it, she sighed in her heart, the things are exquisite and beautiful, but they are too expensive.She shook her head, these days, it is true that money is not everything, but without money it is absolutely impossible.

Qing Ying decided to start a work-study program after her studies stabilized, and after paying back the living expenses her sister gave her, she would save money to buy a small wind chime.

"Wanjun, I'm done reading, let's go." Qing Ying turned around, only to find that Zhong Wanjun had already brought two packed wind chimes and was waiting for her.

"You..." An inexplicable feeling suddenly surged in Qing Ying's heart, touched, sweet, unbelievable...

Zhong Wanjun touched his nose: "There should be a place by the window sill at home to hang wind chimes."

At home...Qing Ying suddenly felt her nose a little sore, what Wan Jun meant was, does he still have his own home there?Qing Ying lowered her head and laughed at herself, how is it possible?Geng Qingying, stop wishful thinking, okay?There is Wan Jun's home, and in the future, it may also be Lei Ting's home, but it cannot be your home.

Zhong Wanjun was at a loss, what did he do wrong?Why did he feel that he was unhappy with Qing Ying?

The two were silent in embarrassment, and a beautiful voice broke the silence for them: "Xiao Jun?"

Zhong Wanjun and Qingying turned their heads and saw that it was Zhang Qiu.She was accompanied by a foreign boy Qingying didn't know.

"Sister?" Zhong Wanjun was surprised that his sister was here.

"I thought I was wrong when I was outside, but it turned out to be you." Zhang Qiu came over.The boy beside her took the initiative to say hello to Zhong Wanjun: "Hi, Sam, long time no see."

Zhong Wanjun nodded, "Harry."

"Sister Qiu." Qingying greeted Zhang Qiu, then looked at the short and thin boy next to Zhang Qiu, at a loss.

Zhong Wanjun introduced her in a timely manner: "Harry Potter, he is my classmate at Hogwarts."

Qingying nodded, raised a smiling face, and greeted the boy in front of her in English: "Hello, my name is Renee Leung." Renee Liang, this is her new name. Renee, which means rebirth in French, Qing Ying's coming to the UK is undoubtedly the beginning of her rebirth.

Harry shook hands with Qingying: "Hello, I'mHarry, Harry Potter." He was also looking at Qingying.Chinese girls are really beautiful and very temperamental.Seeing Zhong Wanjun and Qingying standing together, Harry couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry for his friend Hermione. When he was at Hogwarts, Hermione had summoned up the courage to confess to Zhong Wanjun. In the past two years, Hermione still misses Zhong Wanjun.But right now, Hermione was hopeless.

Zhong Wanjun asked: "Sister, why are you here? Don't you have to go to class?" Oxford University should not have a holiday now.

Zhang Qiu said: "I don't have class now, so I just go out for a while. How about you? Show Renee to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment?" Because she was speaking English, she directly called Qingying by her current English name.

Zhong Wanjun nodded: "Yeah, now that I don't have to go to work, let's take Renee for a walk first, so that she won't get lost in the future." Regarding Qingying's dissatisfied stare and muttering "Am I so stupid", Zhong Wanjun Just pretend not to see or hear.

Zhang Qiu said: "Success, then you go shopping slowly, I don't want to disturb you, anyway, I have to go back to school in a while." She thoughtfully created a space for the two of them.To be honest, she prefers Qing Ying to be her sister-in-law than Lei Ting, not because Qing Ying has paid more to Wan Jun than Lei Ting, but because Lei Ting is a very strong girl, and Wan Jun's temper Also be strong and be a machismo.If they really become husband and wife, Wan Jun may not be able to accommodate her for the rest of his life.She likes Qing Ying's character very much, and thinks that Qing Ying and Wan Jun are more compatible in terms of character.But only the person involved knows about this kind of thing, and as a sister, she can't get involved too much. Anyway, as long as Wan Jun likes it, she will accept it.

"OK, then Renee and I will go first, bye."

"Bye, have fun."

After bidding farewell to Zhang Qiu and Harry, Zhong Wanjun and Qing Ying were on their way to the British Library.

Qing Ying said: "It's the first time I use the name Renee, and it feels... a bit subtle."

Zhong Wanjun smiled: "I'll get used to it gradually in the future."

Qingying asked: "By the way, the boy named Harry Potter just now, is he also from Oxford University?"

Zhong Wanjun nodded.

Qing Ying stuck out her tongue, sighed "It's amazing" and then shut up. In fact, the little gossip in her heart was already ready to move. She originally wanted to ask that boy why he went shopping with Qiu-senpai, but this seemed to be prying other people. Suspected of privacy, Qing Ying could only ask another question.

Of course, Zhong Wanjun understands Qingying's little thoughts.He kindly satisfies Qingying's heart of gossip: "That Harry was my sister's junior at Hogwarts, one year younger than my sister. He has always liked my sister, and my sister gave up magic after graduating from Hogwarts." At that time, Harry still had a year to graduate from Hogwarts. However, in order to follow his sister, Harry gave up his studies at Hogwarts and went to Oxford University with his sister."

"Wow, so infatuated," Qing Ying asked gossipingly, "What about Senior Sister Qiu? Are you touched? Are they together now?"

Zhong Wanjun shook his head: "No, my sister only has my brother-in-law in her heart." He paused, "As for my brother-in-law Cedric Diggory, he passed away four years ago."

Qing Ying opened her mouth wide and was too surprised to speak.

Zhong Wanjun continued to walk forward without continuing to speak.Since his brother-in-law left, my sister's heart is empty, empty, empty.As a younger brother, he is actually very distressed. Harry is infatuated with his sister, and is willing to give up his bright future in the wizarding world for her sister, so even if he is not satisfied with Harry being his brother-in-law, as long as Harry can make his sister "live" again, he is willing to accept Harry as himself brother-in-law.

Qing Ying followed Zhong Wanjun without saying a word.

The two were speechless all the way.

§

In the evening, Zhong Wanjun took a bath in the bedroom of his own room, Qingying sat by the dresser and looked at the two wind chimes that Zhong Wanjun bought during the day.These two wind chimes were given to Wan Jun as soon as he got home.

There are two wind chimes, one is a Chinese-style wind chime with a Chinese knot on it, and a "卍" symbol is engraved on it; the other wind chime is in the shape of a cherry blossom.

Qing Ying was playing with two wind chimes, she could understand the one with the cherry blossoms, it matched her name; but what happened to the "卍" wind chime?She remembered, isn't the "Swastika" a symbol of the Nazis?Also, why is the Nazi symbol on the Chinese wind chime?China is not the Nazi Party.But... It seems that there are always foreigners who think that China has no human rights, just like the Nazi period in Germany.Could it be that the person who made this wind chime also thought so, so he added this mark on it, satirizing the Chinese?

The more Qingying thought about it, the angrier she became, and it happened that Zhong Wanjun came in after taking a shower, holding his own bedding.Holding the wind chime, Qing Ying rushed to Zhong Wanjun: "Wan Jun, what do you mean by the store that bought the wind chimes?!"

Zhong Wanjun was puzzled: "What 'what do you mean'?"

"This is it!" Qing Ying shook the wind chime in her hand excitedly, "Why did you put the Nazi symbol on the Chinese wind chime? What does that store mean?!"

Zhong Wanjun stared at her dumbfounded.

Qingying looked at him angrily: "Hey, why don't you talk?!"

Zhong Wanjun twitched the corners of his mouth, put down his bedding, and took the wind chime from Qing Ying's hand: "Miss, who told you this is a Nazi symbol?"

Listening to Wanjun's tone, Qing Ying realized something was wrong: "Uh... I remember that the Nazi logo looked like this... Isn't it right?"

Zhong Wanjun was almost so angry by Qingying that he had nothing to say, why did the wind chime that he specially picked for her turn into a Nazi in the blink of an eye?He said helplessly: "Please, the rotation direction of the Nazi symbol is opposite to this one. This is the symbol of Chinese Buddhism, and the sound is the same as Wan!"

"Huh?" Qingying was dumbfounded.

Zhong Wanjun shook his head, put the wind chime into Qing Ying's hand, and went to pack his bedding.

Qing Ying stood still for a moment, then held the wind chime and walked towards Zhong Wanjun with apologetic expression: "That... I'm sorry, it's my fault, don't be angry."

The movements of Zhong Wanjun's hands stopped.He turned his head and looked at Qing Ying suspiciously: "Why should I be angry?"

Qingying lowered her head and faltered: "Because... I misinterpreted your kindness..."

"Me?" Zhong Wanjun pointed to himself, "Good intentions?" He sat on the quilt and asked, "What kind of good intentions do you think I gave you this Wanzi wind chime?"

Qing Ying was stunned again by the question, and then said: "It's kindness to give a gift."

Zhong Wanjun raised his forehead, why is this little sister so innocent?There are many kinds of gifts, good or bad.It's an old man's birthday, you give a clock as a gift, is that a good intention?

Zhong Wanjun said: "I bought this swastika wind chime to ward off evil spirits for you."

Qing Ying's eyes widened: "Exorcism?"

Zhong Wanjun said: "That's right, I can't stay here on the floor to accompany you all my life. The swastika on this wind chime is the Buddha's heart seal in our Buddhism, and it has the same pronunciation as the word 'Wan' in my name. This The wind chime can represent not only the Buddha, but also me, the first disciple of the Buddhist family. This kind of double insurance, if you hang it on the bedside, you should not have nightmares when you sleep at night."

Qing Ying was stunned, so the wind chime meant this... She couldn't deny that her heart was warm and sweet.

Qing Ying, who was touched, felt her brain heat up, and blurted out a sentence: "Wan Jun, you are so kind to me."

When Zhong Wanjun heard his name, he looked up at Qingying reflexively. He didn't expect Qingying to say such a sentence, and he froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

As for Qing Ying, when her IQ came back, she realized what she just said, and she immediately wished she could find a hole in the ground and go down.Didn't these words clearly embarrass Wan Jun!Geng Qingying, you have no brains!

On this side, Qing Ying was secretly scolding herself for speaking without thinking; on the other side, a suspicious blush was floating on Zhong Wanjun's face.I saw him cough dryly, and then said: "Well... Actually, I can't blame you, because many people will make mistakes."

"what?"

"After all, the Nazi symbol and the Buddhist swastika do look alike. Originally, both left-handed and right-handed are symbols of Buddhism, but in World War II, the Nazis used the left-handed 'Swastika' as a symbol; after the end of World War II , Buddhism uniformly uses the right-handed '卍' character as a symbol. People who don't understand this are really easy to confuse the two symbols, so if you make a mistake, you can't blame you, and you don't need to apologize." He just didn't expect , Geng Qingzhi is also a Buddhist disciple, and Qingying, as Qingzhi's younger sister, doesn't know Buddhist symbols.

Only then did Qing Ying understand that Wan Jun was changing the subject to avoid embarrassment.So she hurried down the steps given by Zhong Wanjun: "That's right...that's right, I didn't do it on purpose...but I will remember it in the future."

Zhong Wanjun smiled: "Yes, I was thinking about the courses you want to make up, and it seems that there are more than one or two." He shrugged, "I think soon you will feel that I treat you badly, because the next In those days, I will catch you and make up your homework severely. You have to be careful, I am very strict."

Qingying's face was burning in panic, why are you talking about what she just said again!All she could say was "Oh".

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed quickly."

After turning off the lights, the room was not plunged into darkness.Qingying lay under the quilt and whispered, "It's so bright."

Zhong Wanjun's voice came from the ground: "Probably because of the snow outside. Today's snow is quite heavy. The moonlight shines on the snow and reflects it in. Of course it is bright."

"So that's how it is." Qing Ying turned over, thinking that she had learned a lot.

The two fell silent again.

Zhong Wanjun put his hands behind his head.He looked at the wind chime on Qing Ying's bed, Qing Ying had already hung it up before turning off the light.

There was no wind in the room, and the wind chimes were very quiet and motionless.

After a long time, Zhong Wanjun tentatively called Qingying's name: "Qingying?"

"Ok?"

"Are you asleep?"

"not yet."

"You know, this swastika wind chime, what is the name I gave it?"

"what?"

"...Guard the wind chimes."

Qingying, I want to protect you.

The author has something to say: It has nothing to do with the protection of love