The old monster loves the poor monk

Every time someone mentions her name, if you are a geography enthusiast, you will definitely say: "I know, one of the eight largest cities in the world."

If you are a fashion lover, you will immediately pat the table: "Milan Fashion Week!"

Only one person said the meaning of her name correctly, and that person was Shen Zhou. She saw him standing at the door of the classroom, his tall figure blocked half of the light from the door of the classroom, and he stood there quietly: "Is it Milan Flower?" .” Then he smiled at Milan and left with Bai Jia.

Milan doesn't like her name, just like the stupid heroines in some third-rate clichéd romance novels, and what she dislikes the most is that she doesn't even have the life of a third-rate clichéd stupid heroine, at least those women still have someone who likes her One man and two men, no matter how stupid she is, there will always be someone who appreciates her kindness.

Moreover, the flower language of Milan flower is "subtle beauty". The light yellow calyx hidden among the overlapping branches and leaves is as small as a grain of rice, and the beauty that is easily overlooked by the world is like broken small beads quietly blooming among the layers of green leaves. It has never been bloomed due to hard work. Others have admired it.

She is also blooming silently and humblely like the Milan flower.

But there is another flower language of Milan flower, 'if there is love, life will blossom'.

She never told anyone because of the man she only met once.

She gave birth to a heart that wanted to bloom for love.

Maybe what she likes is his tall, god-like figure standing at the door of the classroom, or maybe what she likes is the silent smile he showed when he left.

She sat in the quiet study room holding a pen, and heard the sound of tiny Milan flowers blooming at the moment he left.

In the library, she sat beside Bai Jia, opened the collection of poems, and "The Skylark Crowed All Day" written on the pale yellow case was pressed on the table. Guang glanced at Bai Jia: "The person who came to pick you up last time was your elder brother?"

"Last time?" Bai Jia was puzzled for a moment: "Oh, you said Shen Zhou, my friend."

Shen Zhou, Milan said these two words silently in his heart.

Bai Jiamin asked knowingly, "Why are you suddenly so curious about my friend?"

"It's not really curious...it's just..." Milan raised his head like a tiny Milan flower struggling to bloom. He mustered up his courage: "I want to know him."

Bai Jia was a little surprised, but at the same time she nodded appreciatively: "Then let me help you pull the strings?"

"Thank you." Milan reached out and turned the pages.

In the community basketball court, Bai Jia was playing basketball with Shen Zhou one-on-one, sweating all over his body. Under the yellow light, Bai Jia patted the basketball and frowned: "No, you have to meet first to know whether you like it or not. It’s too hurtful for you to be gay.”

"Just say that." Shen Zhou's eyes were fixed on Bai Jia's frown: "Is it so unhappy to reject her as a middleman?"

Bai Jia sighed: "It's your reasoning that is too nonsensical, it will hurt your anger internally, obviously it was you who first said her name to stir her up."

Shen Zhou thought for a while: "That girl named Milan, is she a yin girl? My inheritance law stipulates that you can't get close to yin girls."

"What's the age, and inheritance, family law, yin girl, my God." Bai Jia shook his head speechlessly, dribbling the basketball and leaping up to dunk with ease.

"Besides, why do you say that she is a yin girl? You've only met her once."

Shen Zhou pointed to his sweaty collarbone: "The mahogany charm pendant she wears is usually only worn by yin women."

"I really can't do anything about you. Well, if you can't do it, then you can't. I'm going back to school." Bai Jia raised his hand and threw the basketball to Shen Zhou, then turned and left.

"Going back to school so late? Let's go upstairs." Shen Zhou's persuasion was very firm.

Bai Jia turned her head to look at Shen Zhou, with an expression like a rascal who had succeeded in a trick.

Shen Zhou was indeed tricked by him. He said he wanted to play basketball, but in the end he gave him a red line, but the reason is not important. Even if Bai Jia said that I want to see you now, I just want to see you all the time. In a second, you come to look for me and get lost in the next second, Shen Zhou will also pretend not to care, look for me and say that he happened to be passing by and ask, "What happened to you."

Take the basketball and take the elevator back to the apartment building, and put the basketball on the bottom of the shelf. The room is a little empty. Although the layout is set according to two bedrooms and two living rooms, considering Bai Jia's personality, I bought it more spacious. The huge house lacks only Bai Jia.

An overly soft sofa, bright floor-to-ceiling windows, latex mattresses and a large bed in the room.

Bai Jia said at first sight that this was his ideal home.

He also took advantage of the trend and said that living alone would be a bit empty, and if Bai Jia wants to sleep out, he is very welcome to come and live.

Bai Jia said that he was really a brother, but he rarely came to live. Bai Jia was a very sensible person. He felt that he should not accept too many gifts from him, and he should not keep intervening in his life to cause him trouble.

In the final analysis, it is still outside.

Until one time when Bai Jia drank too much, his classmates rushed to escort the girls home, forgetting him and a group of drunk classmates at the end, Bai Jia called him in a daze, and on the phone He complained inarticulately that no one gave him a gift, the students were simply beasts who value sex over friends.

Shen Zhou went to pick him up. At that time, Bai Jia was lying limply on this sofa with flushed cheeks, half of her face was sunk in the soft sofa, and her slightly opened eyes were shining.

He just sat beside him and dozed off with his back pillow until dawn.

Perhaps after that, Bai Jia finally understood how much he valued the "friendship" between them. Bai Jia didn't continue to see him. They played together for half the night, and then went upstairs to sleep in their respective rooms. The next day Shen Zhou sent him to school again.

From the beginning, Bai Jia would rest with him for one-third of a month.

He is not without greed, he is too greedy to act rashly.

The grandmother said that the biggest curse of a practitioner is loneliness. He had never felt this way before meeting Bai Jia, and after meeting Bai Jia, he found out that his grandmother was lying.

There is no one in the world who is not alone.

Only when meeting someone who is destined to fill up the shortcomings of life in a proper encounter, people will not be lonely.

He was only half a step away from being lonely.

The man who met him just in time on the road is only half a step away.

The phone call asking if it was safe to go home was never connected. Shen Zhou knew that Bai Jia had the habit of walking back to school. He worked hard to play basketball in high school. Following the habit of walking, Shen Zhou dialed the phone and went out, walking along the route from his home to C City University, but the phone was still disconnected, and the road section was getting more and more congested.

The driver who was stuck on the road said: "It seems that a drunk driver caused a series of car accidents. He rushed to reincarnate and killed a student. He really killed people."

Shen Zhou quickened his pace, and when he arrived, he saw Bai Jia lying in the corner of the sidewalk covered in blood, and a car with its rear bumper smashed up the sidewalk and stopped in front of Bai Jia covered in blood.

The traffic police are still contacting the ambulance, asking how long it will take for them to drive in, and the injured can no longer wait.

Shen Zhou tremblingly explored Bai Jia's main artery, it was very weak, and Bai Jia had lost all consciousness.

The clothes were soaked in dark red blood, and Bai Jia's face became whiter and more transparent.

He raised his hand solemnly, and put his palm on Bai Jia's chest. The traffic policeman shouted to stop: "Who are you to the wounded? Don't touch the wounded at will!"

A steady stream of energy was transmitted from the palm to Bai Jia's heart, and the pure energy was transmitted along the heart veins to the body. Shen Zhou guarded Bai Jia in the ward for three days. When Bai Jia's parents came, they were very grateful to him, but when it came to He is Bai Jia's friend and the two elders are a little hard to believe.

It's almost like paying back the year.

Shen Zhou didn't want to admit it, but all he could do with his ability to summon the spirit realm was to continuously send spirit energy to Bai Jia to maintain his vital signs.

Looking at himself with white hair roots in the mirror, he didn't have the strength to deny his fate. On the second day when Bai Jia was admitted to the intensive care unit, he tried to wake up Bai Jia, and forcibly injected too much spiritual energy to hurt his own foundation.

He has been practicing since he can remember, and after more than 20 years of cultivation, he is only in the spirit-calling realm. His grandmother comforted him: "Don't be obsessed with cultivation, if even a genius like you can only reach this level, it is not your fault, it is this The injustice of the world to practitioners."

The world is indeed unfair to him, and he can only fight for it by himself.

Since the spirit energy is not enough to raise the Yuandan state, what about people?

Since the clean air of the world has become turbid, then the turbid air is always enough, right?

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, anger, and ignorance, these are the most common things in this world. Who stipulates that only the purest and the most spiritual is energy, and the most dirty and turbid is not energy?

The foundation of the orthodox spiritual qi has been injured, Shen Zhou abandoned everything and started from scratch, wandering in remote areas on the edge of City C, seeing and hearing the dirtiest stories, absorbing those sorrows, pains, anger, and even broken souls.

He only returns to City C once at the end of each month, extracting the power from Yuan Dan to refine and purify it and infuse it to the sleeping Bai Jia.

He has entered the Yuan Dan realm, and already has the ability to save Bai Jia, but he still can't do it. He can't purify the filthy power of Yuan Dan, and he can't even do the power lost to Bai Jia every time a small amount of refining Complete purification, if the power is instilled in Bai Jia's body like this, it may immediately start to bite back from the lowest Jueyin meridian.

He might rot and die in his hospital bed.

And Shen Zhou's time is running out.

Sitting on the iron chair in the hospital corridor again, Shen Zhou's pale face was full of irritability, he raised his head and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes: "Ah... I'm here to save this kid again, please, hurry up and die on the hospital bed Drop it, Shen Zhou can't kill you again."

A weak voice sounded beside him: "You... are Shen Zhou?"

Shen Zhou raised his hand and looked sideways, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Milan?"

Milan opened his eyes wide: "Do you still remember my name?"

Shen Zhou twisted his neck, making a creepy clicking sound, fixed his eyes on her face, and then moved down to sweep her chest.

Milan shrugged his shoulders and blushed: "Are you also here to see Bai Jia?"

When it came to Bai Jia Shenzhou's expression was impatient: "Do you like me?"

Milan was taken aback, then lowered his head, hesitated for a moment and raised his head to meet his eyes: "I still like it now."

"Then you go somewhere with me." Shen Zhou's evil smile was very provocative.

Milan opened his eyes wide and looked at him, a little confused: "Shen Zhou...you...what's wrong with you?" After seeing each other again after half a year, Milan felt that Shen Zhou in front of him was already another person. His mental state is completely unstable. What has he experienced in the past six months?

"If you really like me, what do you care about so much?" Shen Zhou turned and walked away, Milan hesitated for a moment, put the bouquet in his hand on the iron chair and chased after him.

The two went back and forth and lived in peace, until at Geziba, Shenzhou clasped his hands and bowed his head and said to her: "Go quickly."

Milan didn't leave, she already identified Shen Zhou as schizophrenic: "You need someone to take care of you."

The little Milan flower is not bright, but it does not want to give up the opportunity to bloom for love.

Shen Zhou lowered his head and trembled for a long time, until the moment he raised his head, Milan saw Shen Zhou's tears, he grinned and leaned towards her, touching her lips with his fingertips and smiling wildly:

"It seems that you really like me."

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This chapter is a side story