Bai Yueguang, he closed the crematorium [Quick Transmigration]

After finally convincing Song Jiayan to believe in the existence of this method of cultivation in the world, Shen Guo dragged him to sit by the sea.

"If you think it's in a dream, then it's just that you learned this in a dream." Shen Guo looked at him, his lips didn't move but his voice came directly into his mind, "Then follow me to silently recite the mantra in my heart, I read a sentence and you read a sentence, close your eyes, and feel the flow of spiritual energy in the world."

The reason why he chose to lead Song Jiayan into Taoism at Songhai Sea is mainly because Song Jiayan's spiritual root is water spiritual root, and he can quickly find the feeling when practicing in a place with plenty of water vapor.

Facts have proved that Song Jiayan's talent is indeed extremely high, but in one night, he has easily mastered the method of entering the body with spiritual energy, but it is still a little unbelievable when he opened his eyes and saw a faint white belly in the sky.

"It... has been all night?" Song Jiayan only felt refreshed, and he didn't feel tired from staying up all night.

Shen Guo pointed to the red sun rising along the sea level: "It's indeed one night, just in time for the sunrise."

Song Jiayan looked at the round red egg yolk along his fingers, and heard the warm breath in his ear: "I haven't seen the sunrise with Li Moshang, let alone sketched. That's a lie to you."

He was slightly taken aback, and felt Shen Guo wrap his arms around his waist from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I haven't seen the sunrise with anyone, and this is the first time. It's so beautiful. "

The heart beat wildly uncontrollably, Song Jiayan looked at him in disbelief: "Shen Guo, you are real, I am not dreaming?"

"Dream or not... how about I bite you?" Shen Guo lazily hugged him.

"Okay, you bite." Song Jiayan rolled up his sleeves, revealing a thin white arm, and handed it to Shen Guo.

Shen Guo glanced at him, turned him around, looked into his clear eyes: "I don't want to bite here."

"Jiayan, happy birthday."

The ending was swallowed by him between their lips, Shen Guo kissed him softly, bit gently on his blushing lips, feeling the trembling of the young man at that moment, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Jiayan's cheek, words Passed directly between the lips and teeth: "Does it hurt? Tell me, is this still a dream?"

"It's... well—"

Clearly feeling the lips and teeth being pried open, and the chin being pinched up to meet him, Song Jiayan opened his eyes and looked at Shen Guo who was kissing him, the waves of throbbing in his heart seemed to want to scream, he was at a loss, But she was so excited that she wanted to cry, and the tears fell down and wet the cheeks of the two of them while trembling.

Shen Guo let go of him slightly, stretched out his tongue to roll up the remaining teardrops on his face, and put them into his mouth, the salty and bitter taste lured him together like a dream, bathed in the morning light, caressed by the sea breeze, Obsessed with.

The two who hadn't returned all night did not cause any disturbance when they returned to school. Shen Chaozao had already sent a message to his grandfather, saying that he was taking Song Jiayan outside to relax and live outside. Grandpa had always trusted him and didn't ask much.

Returning to the classroom, Song Jiayan looked at the stack of blank papers in front of him and worried. Facing the representative of the Chinese class who came to collect his homework, he could only blink: "I didn't do my homework last night."

The representative of the Chinese class was a beautiful girl. Looking at Song Jiayan, she was a little surprised: "The class leader actually had a day when he didn't hand in his homework. But it's okay, your grades are already very good, and the class leader won't say anything."

"I'll explain to the team leader later." Song Jiayan smiled.

The representative of the Chinese class nodded and was about to walk away. He glanced at Song Jiayan again: "Hey, monitor, your mouth is so red, did you burn yourself after eating this morning?"

Song Jiayan was taken aback for a moment, then felt a little hot on his face, and hurriedly complained: "Well, yes, yes."

"It's quite hot, and it's a little torn." The class representative's expression of concern was written all over his face, and he leaned over to take a look, "Do you want to go to the infirmary and apply some medicine? It's serious."

"Du Yuqing." Shen Guo happened to come over and called the Chinese class representative, "The head of the class asked if you have collected your papers."

"Ah." Du Yuqing raised her head and looked down, her cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her eyes, "You and the squad leader are the only ones missing."

"Oh, the class leader and I didn't do our homework last night. I just explained it to the class leader. You can send the papers directly." Shen Guo smiled, and glanced at Song Jiayan intentionally or unintentionally.

"Did neither of you write?" Du Yuqing looked at them, pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, I see."

She glanced at Song Jiayan again: "Squad leader should be more careful when eating."

Song Jiayan just nodded in a muffled voice, wondering if this nosy girl could walk faster.

"Yuantuopan committed quail." Shen Guo walked to his side and reached out to tap his table, "Du Yuqing is gone."

"Oh." Song Jiayan raised his head and took a look outside, then looked at Shen Guo again, his face couldn't get rid of the fever when he thought about the morning, "You...you haven't returned to your seat yet?"

Shen Guo suddenly leaned over and approached him, scared Song Jiayan leaned back, his eyes flicked to both sides, fearing to be calm, he lowered his voice: "What are you doing, this is in the classroom!"

At this moment, there is no morning self-study, and Song Jiayan's deskmate hasn't come yet, and the students around are also busy with yesterday's homework, basically not paying attention to them.

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Guo smiled, and his expression became serious, "Squad leader, put the food that is too hot before eating."

He tapped Song Jiayan's slightly torn lips with his fingertips, and in the next moment, there was only a piece of rose red on the lips, without half of the scars.

This action was so serious that if some classmates saw that the two of them were more reliable, they would only think that they were discussing some topic or something.

Only Song Jiayan was holding the little rabbit with a red face, and he hadn't entered the state until the first class. After thinking about it, he simply ran the mental formula that Shen Guo taught him last night slowly.

The weak spiritual power spread all over his body, gradually relieving his uneasy mood, and his eyes became clearer.

And Shen Guo, who was sitting behind him, obviously felt the loss of his spiritual power. He realized that Song Jiayan was secretly cultivating, so he tore up a notebook, wrote a line of words, and threw them on Song Jiayan's desk accurately. superior.

Song Jiayan was taken aback by the sudden ball of paper. He had been secretly practicing while paying attention to the teacher's movements, but this time he almost lost his temper.

But he quickly realized that it was the ball of paper that had been lost by Shen Guo. He quickly glanced at Liu Qingfeng who was still excitedly explaining the wrong question, and kept tearing apart the ball of paper that had been sunk in his hand, and secretly lowered his head to take a look.

[Listen carefully, Xueba Jiayan. 】

For some reason, the corners of Song Jiayan's mouth couldn't help but curl up. He carefully flattened the ball of paper, slowly folded it into a square, and stuck it in his most-used notepad.

What happened last night and what happened this morning obviously made Song Jiayan feel like he was slowly coming back to life.

Sudden misfortune came, and he kept pushing himself on the top of the rock, forcing himself to withstand all the pressure and grow desperately. There was basically no room in his mind to think about other things, and even his feelings for Shen Guo could only be expressed in Think about it in your dreams.

But it was the person in the dream who really helped me turn my dream into reality, no, it was the real, gentle, reliable and powerful Shen Guo in reality.

My boyfriend, Shen Guo.

After the morning class ended, Song Jiayan also got into the mood. Everyone went out to have lunch one after another. He was still immersed in writing an English paper, and he was still silently reading sentences.

When he finished writing and looked up, the classroom was already empty.

Song Jiayan glanced back subconsciously, was taken aback for a moment, and quickly raised his head to look for Shen Guo's figure.

When did Shen Guo go out, didn't he wait for him to eat together?

He raised his wrist to look at the time, it was 10:[-], and it was only [-] minutes before the end of get out of class. Under normal circumstances, Shen Guo would wait for him. Fortunately, the relationship with him has become closer now, which doesn't make sense Don't wait for yourself.

Did you go to the toilet?

Song Jiayan put the pen cap back on, packed up the paper, and planned to wait for it to sink, maybe he really went to the toilet.

Ever since Shen Guo transferred from another school, the two basically ate together at noon and evening.

At first, it was Shen Guo who insisted on staying with Song Jiayan, but he always picked up some good dishes for him overtly and secretly, and basically every meal was full.

Later, after realizing that he liked Shen Guo, the daily lunch and dinner became the moment he looked forward to the most, and after an accident at home, he was inseparable from Shen Guo. Many students in the class sometimes joked that the two of them became inseparable. Tiny, the post on the forum guessing if they are a couple has been pinned to the top for a month or two.

I don't know who took the photos, but there were gradually many photos of the two of them together, all of which were saved by Song Jiayan. He only hoped that one day Shen Guo would accept him and turn the photos into a screen saver for his mobile phone.

Thinking of this, Song Jiayan took out his mobile phone.

Ever since he was almost tricked by Li Moshang to make a film last time, Song Jiayan has almost always carried his mobile phone with him, and even more so, he occasionally chatted with the hospital nurses about his mother's condition, and kept in touch with Shen Guo at all times.

He called up a few treasured photos in his phone, picked them back and forth, and still picked the one where the two of them were riding a bicycle at the beginning, and set it as the lock screen wallpaper.

Press the power button, the phone screen goes black, press it again, and when it lights up, you can see the smiling faces of the two teenagers, and see Shen Guo with a smirk, the more you look at it, the more you like it.

Just when he couldn't press the corner of his mouth, an out-of-key singing suddenly came from outside the classroom door.

"Happy Birthday--"

Song Jiayan was so frightened that he quickly put away his phone and looked out the door.

I saw Guo Rang, who had a good relationship with him on weekdays, walked in with a smile, took a paper in his hand, and put it directly on his desk, and it was obvious that the ugly song just came from his mouth.

Song Jiayan glanced at him inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"

Before I had time to take a look at the written paper, another song came, this time it sounded much better.

"Happy Birthday--"

Yuli, who was at the same table, also walked over with a test paper and put it on Song Jiayan's desk with a smile.

Song Jiayan smiled helplessly, no matter how stupid he was, he knew what was going on.

The corners of the mouth began to rise continuously.

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