Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

Kruger National Park, Africa.

As soon as I got off the plane, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of horse manure hit me in the face.

Even with a mask on, Wen Zheliu still couldn't resist the suffocating smell:

"Ugh, you said Xiao Zhao used to be a very particular person, how could she endure in a place like this for so long, ugh—"

Yu Suiwan wore sunglasses and a headscarf, revealing only the lower half of her delicate face. He patted her on the back.

"Just bear with it. If you feel uncomfortable, we'll go to the hospital and get some medicine."

Gu Heng stood tall and graceful, took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, unscrewed it and handed it over:

"The hospital here is not very reliable. I contacted some friends to see if they could send some medicine over."

Wen Zheliu took the water and drank a few sips, then shook his head:

"No, I just haven't adapted yet. It will be fine after a while."

As they were talking, a few men came over from a distance, compared their faces carefully, and said:

"Is that you, Miss? I was sent by President Meng to pick you up."

Yu Suiwan took off his sunglasses and nodded, then followed them out of the airport and took a car straight to their destination.

The jeep rolled through the dust all the way. It took about an hour to drive from here to Wen Zhao's residence. The roadside was lined with dilapidated residential buildings, and cows and horses could be seen walking on the road everywhere.

Wen Zheliu's face turned pale. "Xiao Zhao is truly magnificent. It turns out that the taste of freedom he holds in his mouth actually tastes like cow dung."

Yu Suiwan chuckled a few times, hugged her and comforted her:

"We're almost there, just hold on a little longer."

She leaned lazily into Yu Suiwan's arms and closed her eyes listlessly.

On the outskirts of the national park, a young man with short black hair was lying on a chairlift to rest. His cowboy hat covered his face, leaving only a section of his gray-green overalls hanging outside the chairlift.

A black kid ran over with bare feet and shouted:

"Wen, your friend is here to visit you. He's coming in a jeep. Come on."

Wen Zhao hadn't come back to his senses from his nap yet. The summer in Africa was long and dry, so people would not go out until the evening.

He took off his hat, revealing a handsome face that was tanned, and frowned as he said:

"What friend? That boy Esaibo is so idle all day long, tell him not to bother me."

The child shouted anxiously:

"It's not Acebo, it's three white people. They are very handsome now, as handsome as when you first came."

Wen Zhao's mind was confused, an unrealistic guess flashed through his mind, and his legs had already stepped over there.

When he passed the tents on the grassland and saw his three old friends standing next to the jeep in the distance, his eyes turned red.

Wen Zhao screamed and ran over, throwing Gu Heng into the bushes with the only bit of rationality left.

Yu Suiwan and Wen Zheliu were stunned and quickly pulled them up.

Wen Zhao was so happy that he was incoherent:

"President, Xiao Liu, Lao Gu, why are you here? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Gu Heng was thrown to the ground by him, and the two of them rolled on a pile of dried cow dung, and both of them were covered with the smell.

His brows furrowed and he took a long breath.

Wen Zhao hadn't seen them for a year or two. During the Chinese New Year last year, they happened to encounter a group of animals that had not had time to migrate. He followed his teacher to explore and didn't have time to return to Beijing.

I didn't expect them to come here suddenly today.

Yu Suiwan put on gloves, patted the dried cow dung residue on the two people, and said softly:

"I'm here to celebrate your birthday, Xiao Zhao. Happy birthday."

Wen Zheliu helped Gu Heng clean his clothes and hurried to get the cake from the small refrigerator from the back seat of the car.

"We brought this from Beijing and kept it in the refrigerator all the way here. It's the same place we used to go to when we were in school. Didn't you always say you wanted to eat it in the WeChat group?"

Wen Zhao stared blankly at the strawberry cake in Wen Zheliu's hand. It had come from a long journey, but there was not a trace of scratch on it.

His eyes were red, and his tanned face was twitching as if he was about to cry:

"You, why are you doing this... making me... wuwuwu"

Gu Heng put his arm around his shoulders, not caring about the fact that he had just wrapped himself in cow dung, and said:

"Don't cry, let's find a place to eat the cake."

Wen Zhao hurriedly took a few people to the direction of the tent. Almost all the indigenous residents here knew him and greeted him skillfully.

He was particularly happy today and moved the table and chairs to the field and laid them out.

Wen Zheliu has gradually become accustomed to the smell here. Sitting on a picnic chair, all I can see is a yellow grassland in the distance, stretching vastly to the horizon.

At the end of the plain are towering snow-capped mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the top of the snow-capped mountains, dyeing them golden.

The neighing of cows and horses could be heard from not far away, and even the air was filled with heat and restlessness.

A gentle breeze blew, as if coming from the snow-capped mountains in the distance, bringing a hint of coolness.

A few people sat on chairs and talked about what they had experienced over the years.

Yu Suiwan looked at Wen Zhao beside him with gentle eyes.

The little boy who used to follow her has grown up. The time when he was a young poplar can no longer be returned. After being polished by time over the years, he seems to have become a wisp of wind in the wilderness.

The air blowing here is not that of the complicated and cold city, but fresh and free.

As the afterglow gradually faded, Wen Zhao set up the camera and took a picture of the four people.

This photo became the finale of his personal photo album exhibition.

At that time, the wildlife photographer's name was known throughout the world, and this photo was placed at the end of the photo album and was especially cherished.

In the photo, young men and women of outstanding appearance are looking at the camera with a smile, with the boundless grassland and golden snow-capped mountains behind them. The same afterglow falls on their eyebrows, full of wantonness and tenderness. A bird accidentally soars in the sky and is frozen in the photo for eternity.

Later, someone found out the identity of the person in this photo, but they didn't even dare to publicize it out loud.

Here, one is the head of one of Beijing's top wealthy families, one is a famous celebrity, and the other is a young leader who has reached a high position in the political arena at a young age.

Youth and freedom are always their warmest background.

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