Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chi Feiwan was not disturbed by her and continued to pack his luggage. "What can we do by changing rooms?"

Li Qiong grabbed Chi Feiwan's wrist and said, "Chi Feiwan, why can you change rooms?!"

She said this as if Chi Feiwan had no right to change rooms.

Chi Feiwan smiled and said, "Then ask my mother why she changed my roommate? Could it be that she knew that you were my roommate and she didn't want me to stay with someone like you, so she changed my roommate?"

Chi Feiwan, who looks gentle on weekdays, is more irritating than anyone else when he speaks.

Li Qiong was furious, "You!"

Li Qiong was furious, "You!"

"Don't go too far!" Li Qiong raised his hand and was about to hit Chi Feiwan.

Chi Feiwan dodged it.

Chi Feiwan was very surprised by Li Qiong's action, "He is really sick."

The first time Chi Fei was beaten that night was by Shen Die for no apparent reason.

Thinking of Shen Die's end, Chi Feiwan couldn't help but shudder.

Finally, reason overcame impulse. Li Qiong put down her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed angrily, her knife-like eyes refusing to leave Chi Feiwan.

Fortunately, we changed rooms, otherwise there would be another conflict.

The presidential suite is usually the most luxurious and top-of-the-line room in a hotel.

It has spacious space, luxurious decoration and complete facilities.

The furniture in the room may be made of fine woods, paired with soft leathers and luxurious fabrics, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows allow you to enjoy magnificent views of the city or beautiful natural scenery.

The bedroom may have a super king-size bed, and the bathroom is usually large and luxurious, with a Jacuzzi bath, separate shower and premium toiletries.

It was the first time for Chi Feiwan to sleep in such a luxurious room.

After Chi Feiwan packed her luggage, she sat on the bed and her hand suddenly touched something hard. She looked closely and saw that it was a remote control.

Maybe I just pressed a button, causing the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows to open automatically, revealing a clear night view of Nanjing.

Chi Feiwan was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him and walked to the window involuntarily.

The city lights twinkle like bright stars, and the neon signs and car lights interweave into a gorgeous river of light.

She was immersed in the beautiful scene and her mood gradually relaxed.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. The water hit the tiles, making a crisp sound. The splashing water jumped in the air like a group of elves dancing.

The sound of water gradually became smaller, and after a while, the sound of a hair dryer came from the bathroom.

"Ding--"

Chi Feiwan gently placed the hair dryer in her hand on the table. Her hair was wet and exuded a faint fragrance, but she had no mind to take care of it at the moment because her attention was completely attracted by the suddenly opened door.

The door opened slowly without making any sound, which surprised Chi Feiwan. She originally thought to see someone walking in, but what appeared in front of her was a robot of neither tall nor short.

The robot is oval in shape, with a black face and cartoon-like facial features. It moves via rollers under its feet that can rotate 360 ​​degrees and automatically identify whether there are obstacles ahead.

It is the smart butler of this hotel. There are five smart butlers in the hotel, most of whom serve in the presidential suite.

Chi Feiwan looked at it, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

The sound of a door opening was heard again in the quiet corridor.

Chi Feiwan was attracted by the voice. The door opened and it was Jiang Huaixu. In front of him was also an intelligent butler. As its belly opened, like a drawer, the takeaway ordered by Jiang Huaixu lay inside.

Jiang Huaixu took out the takeaway and looked up, he met Chi Feiwan's misty blue eyes.

They were both stunned when they looked at each other.

Chi Feiwan was wearing a white pajamas with light blue patterns on it and loose white swimming pants, through which her slender legs like willows were faintly visible.

Jiang Huaixu stared at her, and the left side of his chest seemed to be beating wildly.

Jiang Huaixu's gaze did not stay on Chi Feiwan for too long, as if he just glanced at her briefly.

He lowered his head slightly, moving his gaze away from her seductive blue eyes.

This action seemed a little unnatural, but also very decisive and resolute. Jiang Huaixu seemed to be trying hard to restrain some emotion or desire, not wanting to be attracted and influenced by Chi Feiwan's eyes.

His expression remained calm, but inside he was probably experiencing a turbulent wave of thoughts.

Perhaps it was because Chi Feiwan's beauty and uniqueness made his heart beat fast, or perhaps it was for other reasons that required him to remain calm and rational.

Jiang Huaixu came into the room carrying takeaway food. He whispered, "Go to bed early."

"Yeah." Chi Feiwan nodded.

It wasn't until Jiang Huaixu entered the room and closed the door that Chi Feiwan came to his senses.

There were so many people in the presidential suite, but she and Jiang Huaixu lived very close to each other.

"Hello, Ms. Chi Feiwan, this is the midnight snack provided by the hotel for you. Do you want it? If not, just click the blue button." With a mechanical sound, its belly was opened like a drawer, revealing tonight's midnight snack.

There are ham, barbecue, chicken legs...

They are all high-calorie foods.

"No, thank you." Chi Feiwan pressed the blue button.

The abdomen retracted, "It is our duty to serve you, good night."

"Good night."

Chi Feiwan took a deep breath, turned around and walked into his room.

*

The sunlight slightly penetrates the clouds, casting its brilliant light on the earth, announcing the beginning of a new day.

The streets slowly come to life and people begin to get busy, running around for their lives.

The blue sky, white clouds, birdsong and the fragrance of flowers together form a beautiful daytime picture.

To visit the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Chinese People's War, you need to make an appointment seven days in advance, and these schools have made preparations in advance.

Teacher Zhang explained to the students in the car: "We will visit the memorial hall later. I will not give you mobile phones, and you must hand over your cameras to me. Then, watch carefully and stay rational during the visit. If you are sensitive, the school recommends not to go. Some of the texts and pictures are heavy and bloody. If you can't bear to watch them, you can rest in the car. You have to write your impressions when you go back. And most importantly, please don't play around during the visit. Keep quiet."

"it is good."

Although these rich kids are rebellious, they are undoubtedly patriotic. Some of them have ancestors dating back to the Republic of China, while others have ancestors dating back to the Qing Dynasty.

Not only did he witness the heartbreaking corruption of the Qing government, but he also personally experienced the severe economic crisis that broke out during the turbulent period of the Republic of China.

That strong sense of patriotism is innate.

As you enter the museum and walk inside, you can see a sign with five words clearly written on it in both Chinese and English: Please keep quiet and listen to history.

Words are silent but deafening.[1]

When students at school learned that they were going to visit the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the War, they bought a bunch of lilies a day in advance or asked their teachers to buy one.

As you enter the museum, you can see a tall statue standing there. Even though the sun is shining brightly, it is still freezing cold. [2]

After entering the museum, the students dispersed to visit the museum.

Chi Feiwan walked with light and slow steps, as if time had stopped under his feet.

She walked carefully, not daring to slack off in the slightest, for fear of missing every subtle moment and every precious word left by history.

Chi Feiwan's eyes were as sharp as a torch, traversing the mist of time and space, exploring the past events that had been sealed away by the years. Every step he took was filled with awe and curiosity about the past.

The scenery on both sides of the road gradually became blurred, but the voice of history came into my ears more and more clearly.

The statue of peace holds up a child in one hand. From Chi Feiwan's perspective, the dazzling sunlight makes it difficult for her to open her eyes. But the other hand of the statue is raised high, as if holding up the sunlight, symbolizing light.

During the one hour I spent at the memorial, I went in with clear eyes and came out with red eyes.

Wait for the teacher to count the number of people and organize the students to get on the bus.

There were no smiles on the students' faces, their eyes were red, and some of them even had traces of tears on their faces.

No Chinese person can walk out of it peacefully. [3]

This is not an exaggeration.