The Yandere’s Kiss Extends My Life

Yan Mu hid his thoughts and woke up early the next day.

After the rain was clear, several small puddles accumulated in the yard.

The air was exceptionally clear, and Yan Mu took a deep breath. Just when he felt his mood calmed down, he saw Yu Yuan standing by the low wall, watching the hole in the wall poked by her.

"..." Yan Mu's body froze.

She turned around silently and was about to slip away quietly, but at this moment Yu Yuan heard the movement and turned around slowly.

With eyes facing each other, Yan Mu was embarrassed and couldn't wait to bury his head in the puddle.

"... I want to go back." I did not mention the deep hole thing, just a touch began.

"Are you going back to Zhang Liehu's house?" Upon hearing this, Yan Mu raised his head worriedly.

Yu Yuan didn't speak.

Yan Mu asked tentatively, "Is it because of... your mother's relic?"

"There are other reasons." A gleam of sharpness flashed in Yu Yuan's eyes for some unknown reason.

The sharp color disappeared too quickly, if Yan Mu hadn't been watching Yu Yuan, I'm afraid it would have been missed.

She suddenly remembered that Zhang Goudan rolled down from the mountain.

Yan Mu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Yu Yuan Mu Yan looked at, a long silence before:. "I went back."

After that, he turned and walked outside.

I watched the deep shadow disappeared out the door, Yan Mu just woke up to God.

"Deep down! You wait." She walking, I thought I catch the deep.

Unexpectedly, it was deep in the corner deliberately slowed down to wait for her.

Yu Yuan looked at her silently.

His eyes are beautiful, the eyelashes are as long as butterfly wings, and his dark eyes are like the midnight sky.

Yan Mu smiled at Yu Yuan and stuffed a bag in Yu Yuan's hand.

The thing was wrapped in greased paper a little rough, and it looked like it was wrapped in a hurry.

"This is for you." Yan Mu said embarrassedly.

I hope that with this bag, Yu Yuan can forget about her night attacks and peeping.

Yan Mu remembered what happened last night, so he pressed his toes to the ground in embarrassment.

Yu Yuan looked down, and was about to speak, but saw the girl pestering a bamboo pole and fled back to the courtyard.

"..." Those unspoken words just got stuck in the chest.

Yu Yuan lowered his eyes, found a hidden place to stand still, and slowly opened the oil paper bag.

After seeing the contents of the package, his expression was slightly stagnant.

In the brown oil paper, there are two golden yellow rice dumplings and a fat white egg.

The palms tightened slightly.

Yu Yuan raised his head, his eyes locked in the direction of Yan Mu's house through the courtyard walls and lush trees.

Xia Chan was screaming endlessly, the sun quietly rose, and the thin clouds gradually dissipated.

The refreshing wind in the morning mixed with the sun, bringing stars and scorching heat.

Yu Yuan's mouth twitched slightly as a young girl fleeing appeared in his mind.

He sat on the ground, picked up the yellow rice dumplings, and took a bite of it as if he was savoring some delicious delicacies.

He didn't stand up until the last bit of debris on the oil paper was sent into the mouth, patted his clothes, and walked slowly towards Zhang Liehu's house.

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When Yan Mu returned home, Father Yan had already got up to clean up.

"Girl, have you eaten?" Zhang Lie took out a stack of paper and a thin book from the height of the cabinet.

"Yeah" Yan Mu nodded.

In fact, she didn't eat breakfast, she gave her share to Yu Yuan.

But there was no need to tell Father Yan about this kind of thing, so even though he grumbled with hunger, Yan Mu still responded.

She looked at the thin book, trying to shift his attention: "Dad, what is this?"

"If you haven't gone to private school for a few days, you forgot all your textbooks?" Yan's father laughed and joked.

…Private school?

There seems to be such a thing.

Yan father hurt girl, the original owner is the only school in the village baby girl.

It's a pity that the original owner's health is not good, so he asks for leave every other time.

But even so, Father Yan insisted on letting Yan Mu go to school.

When she wrote the setting, she only touched on Father Yan, so she could only look for the reason why Father Yan was so persistent based on the memory of the original owner.

After thinking for a long time, she only vaguely remembered that it seemed to be related to the original owner's mother.

Too, but she never wrote a man, it seems the world is automatically corrected bug.

Yan Mu sighed.

Although the teacher of the private school runs the school just to relieve loneliness, but the book money still has to be collected.

The era of expensive books, tuition cheaper, nor is it the villagers can easily afford.

The village often pointed at the back about Yan Mu's going to school, and talked about Yan's father's indiscriminate use of money.

"I haven't forgotten." Yan Mu recovered. She tried to retrieve the vague memory of the original owner, and asked in confusion: "Mister didn't go out to visit relatives. It will take a long time to come back?"

"Mister's letter arrived yesterday. Dad patronized the stewed rabbit and forgot to tell you about it." Father Yan smiled embarrassedly.

He kept on hand, sorting out the things Yan Mu used for class, and then took out a small pink schoolbag.

"Mr. He said to come back tomorrow, you have to at least go over homework today in the letter."

As Father Yan said, he walked into the yard and hung his schoolbag on the clothesline to dry.

"But Dad, my legs are not good yet." Yan Mu acted spoiled, trying to get through.

I want to know that Zhang Liehu will not let Yu Yuan study. Since Yu Yuan is not in the private school, it doesn't make sense for her to go there.

Her priority is to pro-Yuan Yu continued life, but not to this day and age when female champion.

But beyond Yan Mu's expectation, Yan's father was extremely persistent in this matter.

He even ordered Yan Mu to review his homework today.

Yan Mu picked up the book with a mournful face, and felt his head big when he saw the traditional Chinese characters in the vertical arrangement.

She wrote a set time, no provision generic font of this world, the results gave the world automatically become a traditional Chinese setting.

Fortunately, she had roughly set up textbooks at that time, and the textbooks were still the Four Books and Five Classics.

She has a more basic one, the "San Zi Jing".

Father Yan went out to work on farming after packing up. Yan Mu wanted to be lazy, but Father Yan said he wanted to check his homework.

Yan Mu suddenly withered upon hearing this.

She sighed and picked up the book obediently.

In fact, Yan Mu had memorized the "San Zi Jing" when she was in elementary school. Although she had almost forgotten about it, she still learned a lot of traditional characters after reading it in such a comparison.

Outside the window, several Orioles stopped at the treetops, chirping.

Breeze blowing, the yard door ajar issued squeak sound.

Yan Mu felt dizzy after only reading for a while.

She did not think in modern finally graduated, he wears a book had to learn from scratch.

So hungry.

I really want to eat something.

Yan Mu lay on the table, only feeling that his belly growled even more.

The wind seemed to be stronger, and the blowing windows crackled.

At first hearing, Yan Mu thought it was someone knocking on her window.

Yan Mu was afraid that the window would break, so he clutched his hungry stomach and got up to close the window.

"Huh?" Yan Mu saw an oil paper bag on the window sill sharply.

The oil-paper bag is very delicate, neat and well-fitted.

Much better than Yan Mu's bag.

Yan Mu hesitated, picked up the oil paper bag and opened it.

The oily paper is wrapped one layer after another. It can be seen that the person who wraps it is very careful.

To be something to see Mu Yen bag, suddenly surprised "Hey," a cry.

—That is a fat white egg.

It was the one she gave Yu Yuan.

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