The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

He pulled Gu Weimian over,

“Hurry up, follow me.

His tone was full of displeasure and impatience.

Gu Weimian was delighted and immediately followed Yin Shurong's pace.

Huo Yan watched the two figures leaving quickly and stood there, his eyes deep and never leaving Gu Weimian's body for a moment.

Yin Shurong felt like a light on his back, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

The two figures quickly turned the corner and walked for a long time until they entered the bamboo garden.

The door closes.

Only then did Yin Shurong stop.

Gu Weimian also breathed a sigh of relief, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Yin Shurong on the side immediately took it.

Gu Weimian was stunned.

"Need not."

Yin Shurong took all the books without saying a word.

"Why are you being polite to me?"

His back was stooped, but his strength was not small. He walked quickly back to the house.

"Come in and sit down, there's no one else here."

Gu Weimian's heart thumped and she stood still for a moment.

It was hard not to think about Uncle Yin's words.

While she was hesitating, Yin Shurong had already put the book on the table and took out a bag from the cabinet on the side.

It's a very old schoolbag.

The one Gu Weimian carried on his back when he was in high school.

At that time, her taste was influenced by Gu Siyu's instigation, which was very difficult to describe. The whole schoolbag had so many colors that it was dazzling.

Forget about the flowers, what’s even more frightening is that the fluorescent pink, fluorescent yellow, and fluorescent green on the schoolbag ‘contrast each other’ and can blind people’s eyes.

Gu Weimian took a deep breath before daring to look directly at such a masterpiece of design.

"This bag..."

"The eldest lady used to like it the most."

Yin Shurong unzipped his school bag and put the books on the table in one by one.

During the whole process, neither of them spoke.

Gu Weimian looked at the flawless way the bag was preserved and cleaned, and then looked at Uncle Yin's solemn and careful look when loading books. His heart suddenly felt like a sponge full of water, and it suddenly became heavy.

Sour and soft.

She tried to open her mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Yin Shurong didn't seem to notice Gu Weimian's abnormality and packed the books one by one.

He walked behind Gu Weimian,

"Come on, put it in your bag so you don't have to worry about it falling out. I'll carry it for you."

Gu Weimian clenched her hands tightly. There were veins on the back of her hands. She forced herself to remain silent and put her hands into the shoulder straps.

The two men looked at each other.

A smile appeared on Yin Shurong's vicissitudes of life,

"Yes, it's quite suitable."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Yin Shurong wiped his face casually, "It's pretty good."

The voice is also hoarse.

Gu Weimian couldn't hold it in any longer and raised her hand to put on Yin Shurong's shoulder.

"Uncle Yin."

Yin Shurong waved his hand casually,

"What did you call Uncle Yin? Okay, okay, just take the silver needle and leave."

He turned around and almost ran away, walked to the drawer on the side, opened the drawer, took out the pack of silver needles that Gu Weimian had used in the cave before, turned around and handed it to her,

"Go quickly."

Gu Weimian tightened her lips, took a deep breath, took the silver needle and walked quickly out of the bamboo garden without looking back.

The circles under her eyes were sore.

The tears can no longer be controlled.

She wants to go back.

Uncle Yin should also know this very well.

He didn't say anything, but it made her feel even more uncomfortable.

But she just didn't want to embarrass her or interfere with her decision.