Plane Travel Guide

By the time Rowling woke up and turned around, it was already the 5125rd of Hanxun Ice Season in 23 of the natural calendar the next morning—the originally gloomy weather had completely turned around, and all the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

The long-lost sunshine once again shone on the people in St. Nicholas City. Although the temperature of the sun was not too hot, countless people felt extremely warm in their hearts.Even the snow on the street seems to be much whiter than yesterday.

In the city of St. Nicholas under the sun, countless ice flowers are hanging on the branches, and they are reflecting brilliant brilliance due to the reflection of the sun.From a distance, it looks like fine jewelry shining brightly.

Rowling was woken up by all kinds of loud laughter coming from the street outside the house.When she slowly opened her eyes, she subconsciously reached out to touch the healthy body that should accompany her, but suddenly found nothing.

Rowling, who had just opened her eyes, hadn't fully woken up yet, and she was still a little bit confused.But as soon as he moved his body, he clearly felt a soreness, numbness and pain coming from below.

"Hiss..." Immediately, he involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, and the next moment, countless memories flooded into his mind.

Many details of the scene last night were all reflected in front of my eyes like a slow-motion replay.So the next moment Rowling just closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them again: "Master Rogge!"

When she yelled this just now, Rowling also felt an unbelievable sense of shame in her heart.

Perhaps counting from last night, she no longer needs to call Rodriguez "adult".It was hard for her to believe that the relationship between the two had undergone earth-shattering changes in just a few days after they met.

It's not clear why, anyway, she feels that she believes that Tang Shaozhe can sincerely help her realize her wish.The reasons that were originally said were actually just a faint feeling in her heart.

It is really strange to say.Since childhood, Rowling has found that she seems to have an indescribable sensitivity to many dangers or opportunities.That seems to be an innate talent, and there will be a faint feeling at many critical moments.

It is also relying on this unique talent, coupled with her excellent intelligence, that allows her to avoid dangers again and again.

If not, how could she escape safely from that person's hands when she was only 11 years old?In the wandering life since then, she has relied on this keen talent many times to help Rowling grow up quickly.

Otherwise, her life would simply be another diametrically opposite attitude, not the current situation.

So when she finally chose to confide the truth to Tang Shaozhe and dedicate herself unreservedly, it was also her trust in this keen and gifted feeling.But thinking of the initiative and catering last night, no matter how talented he is, he is inevitably shy.

But after Rowling called Tang Shaozhe's name, she waited for a while and did not get the response she should have.

Ordinarily, shouldn't the man at this time be full of nostalgia for her?No matter how much a man likes the new and dislikes the old, he won't get bored of her after only one night?Anyway, she would never believe this answer!

But when she remembered the backhand groping by the side of the bed just now, and it seemed that she didn't touch any human body, she suddenly became vigilant.The next moment, Rowling turned over and sat up without caring about sex.

As far as the eye could see, the room was empty.Apart from herself, where is there a second figure?

Even when she touched the side of the bed with her own hands, there was no heat at all, and it didn't seem like someone had slept at all.This temperature was clearly the result of no one sleeping next to him last night.

"How...how did this happen?" Rowling fell into endless daze almost instantly, her mind went blank.

Could it be that those sweet words last night were all fake?Could it be that what happened between the two of them last night was all her imagination?But all the sensations in her body remind her that this is not a dream!

Could it be that her back pain is all fake?Could it be that as long as she moves a little, the burning pain underneath is fake?Are all the hickey marks on her face and body fake?Could it be that the bright red spots of blood on the bed sheet are also fake?

It is clear that this is all true, and it cannot be truer than true!Since these are not false, why isn't the man who created all of this in the room by her side now?

All the heat and shyness in my heart had completely cooled down at this moment, leaving only endless loneliness and sadness.

She has always been sensitive to the talent of relying on reliance, but at this most critical moment she deceived her!After asking her to pay all her chips, she announced that she had completely lost her chance to come back because of the chip.

"Hehe, Rowling, Rowling, you are really ridiculous!" I don't know how long it took before Rowling forced a sneer and said to herself such a self-deprecating sentence full of endless desolation.

For half a day, she sat on the bed in a daze, and all kinds of messy images in her mind were repeatedly intertwined, forming intricate shots one after another, playing endlessly like old movies.

It turned out that she was reluctantly hoping that everything in front of her was just a joke played by Tang Shaozhe with her, but in fact the man was waiting outside the door, ready to surprise her.But in the end, as time went by, Rowling could only slowly give up this fantasy.

You can see through the paper backing above the window how sunny it is outside.Maybe many people are cheering for the past of this heavy snow, but Rowling's heart is as ice-cold as a snowfield.

"What an idiot, to believe in a man out of nowhere? How stupid to deliver it to others to enjoy? Rowling, Rowling, you are the stupidest, stupidest woman I've ever seen!"

Rowling, who is self-pitying, keeps using bitter sarcasm, despising herself.But no matter what he said, he still couldn't stop an indescribable sadness welling up in his heart.The next moment, she covered her delicate face with her upper hand.

But the tears streaming down her cheeks had penetrated through her fingers, and soon flooded her face, turning her delicate features into a painted face.The original excellent temperament disappeared at this time, leaving only endless sadness.

Soon, the silent sobbing slowly turned into a small whimper, and then it was simply howling.

Although I lost a lot of water during the fierce battle last night, but now there are countless tears pouring out.

Calculated only by replenishment and consumption, in fact Tang Shaozhe's replenishment could not match Rowling's consumption at all.Although this violates the law of energy conservation, it also proves that women are indeed made of water.

Rowling, who cried to the end, grabbed the things around her and wiped the tears and snot from her face, but accidentally touched a piece of paper.Without knowing it, she picked it up and used it to wipe her tears and snot.

It wasn't until she rolled it into a ball of paper and threw it out that a trace of doubt flashed in Rowling's mind: How could there be paper prepared by her bedside?

You must know that the paper on this plane is not a daily necessities, but a kind of cultural luxury.

In this plane where the literacy rate is very low, the value of paper is not only high, but also has an unusual meaning-this is a product exclusively for cultural people.No matter how motivated ordinary people are, they would not buy paper and use it casually.

Not to mention that paper is not cheap at all, even if it is really cheap, it is a privileged item exclusive to a certain class.Even if ordinary people want to buy it, it is difficult to buy it, so how can they use it casually?

Even the deposit receipts used by the Traveler's Home to keep accounts are all made of specially made sheepskin scrolls.Although it smelled a little bad, the handwriting on it was a little unclear.But this is one of the only better recording methods for people other than the powerful class. Other bark and wooden boards are not as light as sheepskin rolls!

Even Rowling, because of her background in aristocratic family, was considered to have seen paper and knew it.

Once she opened her mind, Rowling's originally bright brain immediately started to run at high speed.In the next moment, she had already ignored the pain in her waist and back and the faint tingling pain in a hidden part, she jumped out of bed and quickly picked up the ball of paper.

When she gently opened it breathlessly, she immediately saw a lot of handwriting written on it—the key point is that there is the familiar name at the bottom: Rodriguez who loves you the most!

"Ah... oh my god!" But when she saw the name left, Rowling let out an unimaginably high-pitched scream.

Because she found that a lot of content on this message letter paper was blurred by her tears and snot, at least there were many large areas that were not clear.Fortunately, the place where the name is left is at the bottom, otherwise it might have been completely destroyed.

Rowling has never hated herself so much, even though she carefully spread out the entire letter paper slowly, wiped off the original stains very carefully, and dried the paper on the paper carefully by the fireplace. water stains.

But this letter paper, which was originally white and clean and exuded an inexplicable fragrance, has now become crumpled, with a lot of dirty things in vague places.

This fact made Rowling really want to cry, but it was too late to say anything.I hated her so much that when she couldn't see some places clearly, she slapped herself hard: "What a stupid woman!"

However, after reading the entire letter, even the one who had guessed that he was confused was not mistaken about Tang Shaozhe's general meaning.

After carefully reading the letter again, Rowling finally burst into laughter: "Hmph, bad guy, let me see how you will compensate me when you come back!"