When I got on the train to Guangsha, the villagers came to see the station and wished Si Hongchu: "A good journey."

Unexpectedly, Si Hongchu was frantically crazy all the way, and before he could report, he had so many troubles one after another.

Si Hongchu found another small hotel, but this time he decided not to care about any other people's business, blocked his ears with a ball of paper, and soon fell asleep.

Half dreaming and half awake, Si Hongchu felt as if he had come to a luxurious palace, and there was a beautiful woman leaning against the railing and looking at the moon.

Si Hongchu walked slowly over. When the woman heard the footsteps, she looked at Si Hongchu: "It's you."

Si Hongchu nodded reluctantly: "It's me."

"You have grown up again." The woman smiled deeply, smiling beautifully. If she didn't know what "beautiful" is, she just needed to see her smile to understand, but what she said was full of murderous aura: "This is very good. You have to grow up quickly and let me kill you."

"Why?"

"When you die, you will know."

From childhood to adulthood, Si Hongchu often had the same dreams. Every time he was this woman, every time he had such a conversation.

At first, the woman's facial features were blurry, but later it became clear. Every time she was in a different place, she always wore different clothes and looked at Si Hongchu with a very strange look.

Over the years, Si Hongchu gradually grew up, but the woman in her dream seemed to be unaffected by the years.

At one point, Si Hongchu suspected that a vixen had entangled him, but when he grew up, he thought this idea was absurd. What is more likely was that the other party was a powerful psychic who could invade his dreams.

Si Hongchu never told anyone, including his mother, because others may not know what was going on. His mother was already hardworking in her life, and Si Hongchu didn't want her to worry too much.

Every time, Si Hongchu wants to ask more, the dream will wake up.

But this time, Si Hongchu used his will to control and forced a question: "Who are you?"

The woman said lightly: "My name is Zhaoyue."

Si Hongchu was about to ask again, but his eyes suddenly blurred. When he opened his eyes, he was still in that narrow hotel.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Si Hongchu got up from the bed and went to the front desk to check in.

"Zhaoyue..." It sounds like a web name, but also a bit like a cartoon name.

Si Hongchu saw a computer at the front desk, and had an idea and searched.

As a result, Si Hongchu discovered that the surname "Zhao" was actually very rare. This means that "Zhaoyue" may be a real name, but Si Hongchu found nothing after Baidu's name.

"Who is this woman? Why do you hate me so much..." Si Hongchu sighed and thought to himself: "I am just the son of a farmer, so I shouldn't offend any big shot..."

After walking out of the small hotel, he glanced at Chaoyang, Si Hongchu breathed a long sigh and went to the school to report.

...

The scenery of Maldives is always so magnificent. It is full of blue sea and beaches all year round, and white clouds float through the sky.

There is a small island that looks like a crescent moon from the air, and there is a luxurious villa on the island.

A woman is standing in front of the desk and is writing something with a brush.

The waves hit the beach, making a "hurrying" sound, everything is so elegant.

The woman was wearing a fiery red dress, with a snow-white and tender thigh that showed off her group slits. Her figure was bulging in front and raised back, and her face was charming and gorgeous.

She looks about thirty years old, but good maintenance can make people feel illusioned that she may be older.

Regardless of her figure and appearance, she is almost perfect. If there are flaws, it will make people feel a little cruel.

A tall man knocked on the door, then walked in quietly, stood beside the woman and said respectfully: "Si Hongyang's son is out of the mountain."

"He is growing up and should go to college..." The woman put the brush aside and sighed softly: "Ding Chen will definitely let him go to Jinghua University because it is Si Hongyang's alma mater."

"If Si Hongyang knew about it, he would see his son falling into his current state, and he would not know what he would feel..." The man was about to continue speaking, and the woman gave a fierce glance. The man immediately stopped and asked, "What should we do?"

"He looks very much like his father, he's so much like that." The woman said this and sighed again: "So, when he grows up, I must kill him, but not now."

"yes."

"In the past ten years, no one knows where Ding Chen and Si Hongchu have been hiding. But..." After a pause, the woman said slowly: "Si Hongchu is coming out of the mountain now, things will be different. Since I expected that he would go to Jinghua University, the people of the Si Hong family would do it too."

"The Si Hong family will definitely kill him."

"That's right." The woman nodded: "You go to Guangsha City now to see what can help him."

"yes."

The woman smiled coldly: "Si Hongchu can only die in my hands, and she must not be someone else."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, looked at the words, and immediately praised: "The eldest sister's words are getting better and better."

"Is that true?" The woman looked at her words and smiled quite complacently: "Use seal."

The woman wrote a few big words in Yan style, "If the handle is in your hand, the breeze will fill the world." The words are indeed well written. If Yan Zhenqing reborn, I would probably praise him.

However, such a domineering sentence should not be written by a woman.

The subordinate quickly brought the seal, and the woman covered the ink paste and carefully stamped it on the signature of the letter.

The material of the seal is top-notch Shoushan stone, with two words "Zhaoyue" engraved in seal script.

...

The registration was very smooth, but Si Hongchu encountered some trouble when filling in his personal information.

"Mother's name: Ding Chen, father's name..." Si Hongchu glanced at the teacher responsible for receiving the new students and said in embarrassment: "I don't know what my father's name is."

The teacher asked lukewarmly: "Do you don't have a father?"

"He passed away very early, I don't know the name..."

"Forget it, then just be empty, this doesn't matter." The teacher sighed, sighing in his heart. He looked quite simple and a child, but why did he actually become an illegitimate child?

In this school, many students can’t tell who their father or mother are. In fact, they don’t really know, but they can’t tell them.

However, Si Hongchu is a real child born in marriage. He has grown up with his mother since childhood and has never seen his father.

More than once, Si Hongchu asked his mother what his father was named and what kind of person he was.

But my mother kept stammering and said that she and her father were both farmers. Her father had passed away long ago and refused to reveal any more words.

After completing the registration procedures, the dormitory was assigned, and Si Hongchu went to class.

There is a type of person who is called "class teacher" in junior high school, junior high school, and "instructor" in college.

Si Hongchu studied in the primary school in the village, junior high school in the town, and high school in the county. As the places he went to became bigger and bigger, the class teacher looked better and better.

Guangsha is such a big city, the capital of Guangzhou Province, the forefront of reform and opening up, and Jinghua University is such a famous university. Si Hongchu has always secretly hoped that the instructor was a beautiful lady, preferably more beautiful than Mutto Lan.

Si Hong learned Chinese first and was assigned to Class 3. However, the instructor of Class 1 and Class 2 was indeed a beautiful woman, while the instructor of Class 3 was a short, fat and somewhat bald middle-aged man.

He has a very shocking name "Qin Shousheng". It is estimated that his parents may have children when they are old, but it still takes great courage to give their children such a name.

Qin Shousheng introduced Si Hongchu to his classmates, and a sparse applause rang out in the class.

Si Hongchu carried the schoolbag that was older than him and looked around, wanting to find a place to sit.

The difference between liberal arts girls and science girls is that liberal arts girls often create a lot of inexplicable elements on their bodies, and their thighs are exposed. Science girls only use coats and pants to wrap their whole body tightly.

Si Hongchu was very lucky to choose the liberal arts, and felt that the class was full of flowers and beauties of all kinds were there.

Moreover, there are many girls in the liberal arts, with 57 people in the class and only twenty boys.

Soon, Si Hongchu discovered a familiar face, the girl who was molested by a gangster in a small hotel yesterday.

The girl's name is Tian Yun. She also found Si Hongchu and hurriedly lowered her head and pretended not to know her.

"Here, this is sitting..." A fat and fat boy waved at Si Hongchu: "I'll get to know him, my name is Zhang Yilei."

"My name is Si Hongchu."

"I am a local from Guangsha." Zhang Yilei was familiar with him and immediately regarded Si Hongchu as a friend: "Where are you from?"

Si Hongchu told Zhang Yilei that he was from a certain county, XX County, XX County, XX Province, XX Province. Zhang Yilei didn't remember it, only remembered three words: "Taohua Village?"

"yes."

"Hehe." Zhang Yilei laughed strangely: "This place name...is not bad."

After the class for the whole morning, Si Hongchu kept chatting with Zhang Lei and basically didn't listen to the class much.

After lunch break, the students were about to go out when Lan Xuan walked to the podium, cleared her throat and said slowly: "Please wait a moment..."

Si Hongchu reported for a while, and the candidates for all positions in the class had already been determined, and Lan Xuan was the squad leader.

Lan Xuan is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a denim skirt, and her hair is tied into a clean and neat ponytail. Her figure is bulging in front and back, especially her two slender and straight legs, standing there interlaced, which is simply a beautiful scenery.

Si Hongchu looked at the fair legs and sighed: "It's true that the big city is better..."

"Students, I just received a notice from the Student Union that the school will hold an art festival next week." After a pause, Lan Xuan continued: "If you have any talent, please register."

The students were very enthusiastic and signed up for several programs one after another, probably solo or instrumental performances, all of which were just right and nothing outstanding.
Chapter completed!