"As of this, policies have changed, and now are you not planning to go home?"

The expected unhappiness, Ms. Lu Manrou frowned on the other end of the video, and Zhou Ming hurriedly explained:

"I still haven't decided, so I can only say that this is the result. After all, there are not many days in the summer vacation. If you are studying for a preparatory course, it is not necessary to go back again."

No wonder Ms. Lu is in a bad mood. She has been raising her son for more than ten years and doesn’t even have a friend all day. She has to prepare her lines in advance when she goes out to play soy sauce. The scope of activity is always the bedroom school. She is worried about what he should do in this life, and then suddenly she left this city that he has been in for more than ten years and has only known a few families. In short, it is too sudden.

Whether it is due to concerns about autistic children or the mother's loss of control over her son for more than ten years, there is enough reason to be unhappy, right?

"Not working?" Ms. Lu didn't know if it was true dissatisfaction or false complaints: "I always feel that it is time to let you experience the complete experience. You are introverted, so it's better to date people of the right age."

"It is best to finish the third year of high school at the same age and have the same youth as the general public."

"It was agreed that the admission was recommended, why did you have to study in the preparatory course again? Even Aoki University can't ignore the students so much. What is the phone number of the Academic Affairs Office there... Forget it, I'll check it myself!"

Ms. Lu knows her son's social abilities very well, but obviously, she really doesn't understand the status quo. She heard this and rolled her eyes while holding her phone. You may not know the powerful look in front of the Thousand-Hundred Man.

It was the first time she knew that the third translation of social terrorists was "social terrorists"!

Zhou Ming, who was sitting on the chair on the balcony, tried to move as little as possible so that Ms. Lu would not see his physical problems, even if she had to fly to the capital that night.

The ghost castle behind the video can see the classic blankets and wall lamps inside through the balcony. Of course, even if you don’t mention these, the texture of Ge Chen stone exposed does not look like ordinary materials. On the excuse that it is like this in the school dormitory, Ms. Lu would have a heart to check it online.

I can also say that I am a special major at least, and it doesn’t matter if the dormitory is more elegant. Isn’t Harry Potter also a castle? Anyway, no one at home has attended Aoki University.

"It's not necessarily true. I can't say that I'll go back after half a year. Our major is a bit special, and the school hasn't confirmed it yet...it will change at any time."

Would Ms. Lu be satisfied with this statement? Her unmoved eyes show her attitude.

When Zhou Ming shut up embarrassedly, Zhou Xinxin, who was wearing the same Pikachu pajamas as Zhou Ming, forced her head out of the video, and her ears on her big yellow brain moved.

"Mom, what are you thinking? Can my brother make friends if he goes to high school for another year? Is it a good idea to have a delusion? Except for the fake literary youth named Li, it was an accident."

"My brother has nothing to do with the word youth!"

"Oh, by the way, the girl named Yun Miaomiao in your class asked me again when you will be back. I think you have a cell phone. Always check on them. You won't really not be able to see how beautiful that girl is, right? Mom doesn't object to your dating!"

"And what style is behind you? Aoki University's school dormitory is so cool? Wait, brother, have you learned bad things? You actually bring a ring. Mom, look at the sun hitting the west and coming out!"

He kept talking like a cannon, which made Zhou Ming stunned.

I wasn't that annoying at home before...

Obviously, Ms. Lu didn't like Zhou Xinxin's mouth-breaking pattern either. She looked at Zhou Xinxin coldly and forced her to shut up.

"Are you finished the question?"

“???”

Zhou Xinxin stared at her eyes in shock: "What a joke! Are you talking about a video with my brother! Do you have to raise such a disappointment?"

"And even if I try the questions, I can't pass Aoki's test! Please let me lose my heart. We have given our brains to my brother..."

The scene instantly became the daily noisy between mother and daughter, and there was no room for Zhou Ming to interrupt.

"So...I'm hung up?"

...

No one took care of it.

Zhou Ming reluctantly raised his hand and hung up the video. It has been more than a week since this. Although his health has improved, his progress is too small.

Mi Yiwen, who had raised her cell phone for a long time, rubbed her sore arms and looked at the old butler holding Zhou Ming into a wheelchair with an unwilling expression.

It’s not a bad thing for her. As a natural perception psychopath, living in a place like Ghost Castle is like an ordinary person who suddenly blinds himself. Moreover, there is no signal for TV in this place. The only place that can accept the Internet is this balcony corner, and he is in a bad mood... It’s completely understandable.

It’s just that Zhou Ming has never understood.

The old butler helped Zhou Ming change into a wheelchair and left the balcony, freeing up the two of them. Zhou Ming watched as Mi Yiwen fed two pieces of jerky meat to the aircraft, and then the crow flew away from the castle above the cherry tree, leaving two unpleasant screams.

As such a creature, do you have any troubles when you are alive?

"By the way. What is youth?"

"What?!" Mi Yiwen turned back in confusion and horror, as if she was looking at some rare beast.

"Don't youth refer to a specific age group? Why does Zhou Xinxin think that I don't have youth?"

Mi Yiwen wanted to say whether you were joking, but seeing Zhou Ming's seriousness, was he really discussing with her seriously?

"Ha." Mi Yiwen turned her head and looked at the night view of the Imperial Capital Mountain under the hillside. This was a scene that I felt surprised after seeing it many times.

"You talk about youth to me. As you mentioned in time, it is the age group of biological definition of adolescence. Do you understand? Youth should be a beautiful girl, white shirt, basketball court, milk tea shop and small notes in class. Walking on the rubber track with jealous people or people who have to deal with it, telling some private little secrets that will be spread the next day. It is a novel that will pass by everyone's hands sooner or later when you get it in the class, a small group of people gathered in groups of three or five, a paper poker that obviously violates school rules, a teenager and a male god who seems to be sarcastic all year round, a group of close friends and feelings that are destined to be completely forgotten after graduation for many years."

"That is a kind of thing, it is clearly for you, but when you pass by, you will never understand it again. Whether it is such feelings or such people, it seems that those are unique things that God sends you to experience at a specific time."

"I still remember the love poem given to me by the boy who liked me. I was moved by this old-fashioned behavior for a long time, and there were even others who envied it. It was clearly written badly, but I also seemed to like it now. In fact, it was not because of some ignorance or pride and shyness, but because it was completely because my youth was hidden there."

Mi Yiwen leaned forward with her elbows and her arms leaned against the balcony, muttering in a tone full of youth:

"I have also passed by the tree several times and seen many moons in the hour of Yin.

I often think about their differences every time.

Perhaps they also guessed me so.

But I can only be recognized all the time,

I only loved one person.

So all loneliness has been written long ago,

I'm attached to

The responses are just my guess.

I want to go back again,

All I saw was the Acacia flowers.”

It's really a bad poem. But for those who participate in it, immerse themselves in the time before and after this poem, there is a value added to time.

This was the first time Zhou Ming saw Mi Yiwen say such a long sentence, so he was a little uncomfortable for a moment and stared at Mi Yiwen for a long time.

These distinctive marks seem to remind Zhou Ming that this is a living person with his past and his own story. He is not a psychopath who has been marked by the world, nor a vicious terrorist described on TV, nor a deep-roar protagonist in tweets and third-rate novels.

But he thought about it and saw that he had seen those he said from Mi Yiwen, and there were many traces around him, but it seemed that he had nothing to do with him.

So, what am I really missing?

"But Zhou Xinxin's youth is a dance class, Chongming Group and my brother."

Mi Yiwen looked at Zhou Ming strangely, trying to see what angle he had added to it, but this person's serious attitude seemed to think so?

Outrageous.

"Everyone's youth is different. You won't understand the life of your sister's best friend. It's better to think about it than to think about it. What about yourself? After saying so much, you can probably think about it. Youth is based on that age, but it has nothing to do with that age."

I.

Zhou Ming thought for a while, "Book, paper, card inserter."

"."

Mi Yiwen was speechless for a moment, "I won't mention the book and paper, what's going on with the card plug-in machine?"

"When I was a child, I went to my hometown and the children in the town took me to their house to play. It was quite interesting."

"That's called childhood"

Zhou Ming was stunned. Although it did not refer to a certain age group, it was divided into age groups. If you look at it this way.

It seems to be the bedroom, A1 paper, wired headphones and pattern, secret seal and blue star are halfway open.

Well, in fact, no matter what it is, on the day I entered the 21st Hospital, I had no chance of being the youth of the general public.

Seeing Zhou Ming silent for a long time, Mi Yiwen looked at the old housekeeper standing in the corner where she could not see without paying attention from afar and changed the topic:

"By the way, when will you sit in this wheelchair?"

To be honest, the old butler's elegant style satisfies Mi Yiwen's fantasy of the castle, exquisite architecture, classical home, the old butler who cares about etiquette everywhere, and the medieval lifestyle is almost exactly the same as in the movie. It would be great if there was a signal.

No wonder every princess wants to escape from the castle!

"I don't know what the number one doctor in the federal government... is also a quack doctor."

Zhou Ming was very irresponsible. His physical condition was even the advice given by the boss. From the perspective of the empire's huge magic library, he only suggested that he recover naturally. What else do you want He Ziwen?

Just because I have been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, the suppression of emotions by regular treaties gradually dissipates, and irritability gradually spreads.

"Tsk... OK, I'll say Cao Cao is here."

Mi Yiwen, who was originally trying to say something, suddenly folded her hands under her chest, and she was completely unaware of how foul her figure was for doing this position... It was also possible that she realized it.

Following her gaze, I could see He Ziwen coming to the castle.

Another visitor who was in a bad mood. However, Zhou Ming blindly guessed that this person was in a bad mood. He was really emotionally controlled too well, his extraordinary framework was rigorous, and his emotional latitude was very vague because of the restriction of the surrounding area around the Ghost Castle. He could only think that long-term treatment was ineffective based on his feelings. As a top doctor, he would never feel good.

The next to me is Shao Xingchen, who should have encountered him on the road?

He is probably the only one in a good mood.
Chapter completed!