"What are you doing? You're weird! I'm really not that young."

Cheng Mo ignored Yan Yitong's Bayan accent, nodded and said, "I know."

Yan Yitong raised his head, rolled his eyes and said, "You made it? You haven't touched it, what did you make?"

"My powers of observation are still very strong, and my math is pretty good. I just need to visually measure the approximate length and height, and then use the golden section method to calculate it, that is, make the ratio of one part to the whole equal to the ratio of the other part to the rest.

For this part of the ratio, use the basic formula to divide 1 into 0.618 and 0.382, multiply the resulting number by 0.5 and divide

Divide the square of pi 3.14 by the diameter × ∏ = 2 × ∏ × radius, and you can basically get a more accurate size. After my calculations, you are between B and C, which is indeed not small among Asians.

,According to big data, the best-selling cup in China is A cup, which accounts for about 54%, so you have surpassed the vast majority of people."

Cheng Mo said nonsensical things in a serious manner. Other girls might find Cheng Mo incomprehensible, or they might think that even if he said such things in an academic way, it was a very dirty tease, and they might get angry or blush because of it.

But Yan Yitong just held up his chin and watched with a smile as Cheng Mo explained how to calculate European π.

After Cheng Mo finished speaking, Yan Yitong said with a smile: "According to the scumbag script, you should say at this time, 'Let me touch it, how will I know if you don't touch it'! Who wants you to do the questions? Don't you do the questions?

Home roar."

Yan Yitong's straightforwardness made Cheng Mo speechless for a moment, "I just want to give you a step down, and I don't want to tease you. Besides, I am originally a question maker."

"Come to the north!" Yan Yitong raised his foot, stepped on the seat between Cheng Mo and Cheng Mo, and said in a loud voice, "I don't need steps, I just need teasing."

Cheng Mo watched Yan Yi Tong's gangster-like movements and couldn't laugh or cry. He said seriously: "Tong Tong, don't make such a joke. I am a serious married man."

"Mathematics is amazing! Getting married is amazing! You are such a stinker~!"

Cheng Mo bent down and picked up the oar and said, "Can you talk properly? If not, I'll go back."

Yan Yitong pouted, took back his feet that were on Cheng Mo's seat, then straightened his back and assumed a very ladylike posture, bit his lip and pretended to be cold and arrogant, and said, "Do you like this?

"

When Cheng Mo saw Yan Yitong's move to press his lips, the muscles in his whole body tensed up, and his face stiffened, because this was Xie Minyun's habitual little move, and she always liked to bite her lips when she was in trouble or embarrassment. Only then did he

I noticed that Yan Yitong seemed to be deliberately imitating Xie Minyun, regardless of

Is it makeup or hair color? She usually dyes her hair in some flashy colors, but in Utopia, Yan Yitong got the same navy blue color as Xie Minyun. Of course Yan Yitong doesn't look like Xie Minyun, but with the help of makeup, at least she can

Make both of them look the same type of beautiful.

Yan Yitong was not happy at all when Cheng Mo did this, but rather annoyed. He shifted the focus away from Yan Yitong's face and looked at the island belonging to his mother-in-law in the distance. With a straight face, he began to wave the oar left and right.

Let the small wooden boat no longer drift with the tide.

The weather in the "Utopia" is very good, the sun is strong but it doesn't make people feel unbearably hot. The wind blowing on the face is also gentle, and the undulating waves are also gentle. The white boat draws an arc in the wavy lake,

Shallow water ripples rippled behind the boat.

The world is like a beautiful pastoral song.

Yan Yitong also noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere. She changed her sitting posture deliberately, supported the seat board with both hands, leaned forward to bring Yu Rong closer to Cheng Mo, and asked in a low voice in a normal tone: "Are you angry?"

Cheng Mo ignored Yan Yitong and continued rowing without looking at her.

Yan Yitong said with a smile: "Cheng Mo, you know, actually I don't like chatting at all. I don't like people telling me that so-and-so is dating the top brother on Forbes, and I don't like others telling me

Talking about so-and-so and fighting so-and-so with so-and-so on the set, and I don’t like people discussing with me which one is more handsome and which one is more beautiful." She paused, stopped smiling, and said softly, "Do you know why I like you?

?

Although Cheng Mo didn't look at Yan Yitong, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"I really like listening to you talk. Because you never chat, but you are not the kind to pretend to be deep, but you can make the chat really deep. I really like you talking about music and every kind of talk.

The history of music; talking about the universe and the shape of each star; talking about magic, aliens, intelligence, life and answering questions, death and love. Although I can't say anything about these, I can't say anything.

There is no way to discuss it with you, but I especially like to listen to you, just like a child likes to listen to stories. I am also very curious about everything about you. I want to know if there is any music in this world that can make you want to dance? I want to know.

What would be the happiest memory of a person like you? I want to know if you have ever regretted a lie you have told? I want to know if you have ever been awake all night, or if you have ever had a moment of fear and fear."

Cheng Mo opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

Yan Yitong said first, "I know you want to mention my brother." She shook her head and said, "But no, he doesn't have such a strong sense of distortion as you do."

Cheng Mo showed a surprised expression, "Distortion?"

"A sense of distortion." Yan Yitong nodded and repeated.

There was a kind of obsession in her pupils, as if her bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist after being drunk. At this moment, Cheng Mo couldn't see clearly what kind of soul was hidden under the appearance of the innocent girl in front of him.

.

Yan Yitong straightened her body again and distanced herself from Cheng Mo. She licked her lips and said with a smile: "When I knew that Teacher Shen was Nan Xi, I remembered your speech in the auditorium when I was a sophomore in high school.

I just thought you were so handsome, but it seemed like there was no need to make the matter so big. Then I saw Mr. Shen

Teacher Shen's program, I figured out why you did this. Knowing the truth, I was not jealous at all, but the twisted emotions between you and Teacher Shen became more and more exciting. Maybe my psychology is a little abnormal. Fu Yuanzhuo

You told me about your experience in Paris, and when you mentioned your decision to inject poison gas into the Ouyu headquarters

At that time, his voice was still trembling, and his face was shuddering. But I felt very excited. I know you must have been in pain at that time, but you knew clearly that you had to do this. Like a big kid

Teacher, I always like to use self-destruction to solve problems, but the problems you face are much more serious than him.

, the means of dealing with things are also more extreme. Not only will you explode yourself, but you will also explode with others. Boom!" She raised her hands and made an explosion gesture, "You know? I really like being so deep with you.

I want to feel the explosion with people like you who have twisted mentality and emotions."

Cheng Mo stopped rowing the oar, staring at her as if meeting Yan Yitong for the first time, his eyes widened.

Yan Yitong winked at Cheng Mo and smiled: "You don't doubt that I'm not me, do you?"

Cheng Mo stared at Yan Yitong's calm expression. His eyes were still clear and clear. He let the air fall silent in the warm light and the slightly drunken lake breeze for a while before saying, "It's just a little unexpected."

"Isn't it a surprise?"

"It's not a surprise." Cheng Mo started rowing again. The canoe slowly swayed on the water waves and continued towards the shore. The empty window stone wall standing on the lakeside was already vivid in his mind.

Yan Yitong pouted, rolled her eyes, stood up again, and quickly sat next to Cheng Mo, "Hey! When did you have sex with Teacher Shen? I remember after high school graduation, we went to Shanghai Disneyland together.

,At that time, I felt that something was wrong between you and Teacher Shen, maybe you already..."

Cheng Mo frowned, "Didn't you say you're not interested in gossip?"

"I mean, I'm not interested in other people's gossip. Besides, didn't I also say that I'm interested in many things about you?"

"But I'm not interested in talking." Cheng Mo said expressionlessly.

He didn't give Yan Yitong a good attitude. Yan Yitong didn't panic at all, and he didn't do any particularly outrageous intimate gestures. He just said in a sweet tone: "If you don't say it, don't say it! I just treat you as if you are afraid of making me jealous, so don't

I’m willing to say it. Baby, I know you still care about me and considerate me.”

Cheng Mo's scalp was numb. After much thought, he couldn't find any good solution for Yan Yitong. He could only say, "I think you'd better find a boyfriend as soon as possible."

"Do you think a female summoner who has played Annie for five thousand games will give up easily?"

Cheng Mo said helplessly: "Okay."

Yan Yitong patted Cheng Mo on the shoulder, "I think you should have given up resistance earlier and obeyed me sooner! So as not to delay the sweet time between us two."

Cheng Mo was too lazy to pay attention to Yan Yitong and shook his head resolutely.

Yan Yitong sat back down opposite Cheng Mo, and said with a proud "hum": "Just wait!"

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When Cheng Mo rowed the boat back to the shore alone, it was already dusk, and the orange-shaped sun was about to sink into the horizon. The sparkling waves on the lake all turned orange, like clusters of dancing flames.

The water on the lakeshore was crystal clear, and you could see swimming fish and gem-like pebbles. Yan Yitong bent down and picked up many crystal clear stones in the water, and then placed them in the cabin.

Ignoring Yan Yitong's objections, Cheng Mo propped the oar on the pebble beach and landed the boat ashore with three strokes, putting an end to Yan Yitong's boring behavior of picking up stones.

Then he dragged the boat to the stone house and tied the rope. Cheng Mo said to Yan Yitong who was sitting on the boat and still collecting stones, "Why don't you get down yet?"

"Wait! I have to find something to put the rocks in." Yan Yitong said. She got up and jumped from the canoe to the shore. Without waiting for any objection, she ran towards the stone house.

Cheng Mo had no choice but to stand on the shore and wait. The mangroves swayed in the wind, the lake lapped at the beach, and the seagulls echoed in the red sunset sky. The world seemed like a dream.

"Actually, it can be considered a dream." Cheng Mo thought to himself.

Just as he was admiring the scenery, he heard footsteps from the other side of the mangrove forest. Cheng Mo became alert and immediately stood by the wall of the stone house and listened carefully. There was a heavy footsteps and a lighter footsteps.

The sound was transmitted into the cochlea. The two people did not speak and were walking in their direction unhurriedly.

Cheng Mozheng was hesitating whether he should call Yan Yitong out of the house immediately, go around to the back of the mangrove forest, and leave along the cliff. Then he heard a relatively familiar voice, "Night is here so soon? This day has passed.

, my days are like years.”

Then someone responded casually, "Be patient, Amedeo, the 'Winter Palace' is not an easy place to break through."

"I know, I know, but every night, I think of Napoleon, that despicable and shameless hypocrite enjoying the supreme glory outside, and my heart feels like it is being scratched by a wild beast."

The other party entered the mangrove, and Yan Yitong was also walking towards the door, still mumbling that he had not found anything useful. Cheng Mo remembered that he had visited this place when they first came in. Except for a bed and a room

There was really nothing inside. After hesitating, he dodged into the room. Before Yan Yitong could react, he rushed to her side, covered her mouth like lightning, and whispered in her ear.

Said: "Don't make a sound."

He had entered the room from the beginning, and the structural layout was clear to him, so he put down his hand, pushed Yan Yitong, and pulled her to the back door quickly. He passed through the back door and entered the yard full of guayule.

Next to it is the only stone house with a bed. This stone house is located very close to the cliff. Cheng Mo took Yan Yitong and quickly walked through the yard quietly, went around to the back of the stone house, and hid in the gap between the cliff and the stone house.

.

There are overgrown weeds here, the walls are close to the cliff, and the cliff is somewhat uneven. Cheng Mo and Yan Yitong could only walk in carefully and squeezed into the depression of the cliff next to an iron window. After hiding, Yan Yitong looked sideways.

Cheng Mo asked with his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mo just made a silent gesture.

Yan Yitong gestured "OK" and stood against the wall, leaning next to Cheng Mo and waiting boredly.

Cheng Mo stood by the window, listening to Amedeo and another person approaching gradually. After a while, he heard the conversation in the stone house in front.

"Tell me, what did you find when you called me here?" Amedeo asked.

"Guess who I saw in the 'Black Dream'."

"Black Dream? Who?"
Chapter completed!