The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Chapter 21

The two people in front stopped talking, Zhao Yan continued to read, and not long after, Liu Guohua left.

With the arrival of early morning, there were fewer and fewer people in the study room, the snow was stern in the overwhelming darkness outside, and the room illuminated by incandescent lamps was not cold at all.

After 12 o'clock, Zhao Yan closed the book, put the book in his bag and was about to leave, when he looked up and saw that Yan Cheng was still there.

Just when he stood up, the chair rubbed against the ground and made a harsh and discordant sound, Yan Cheng suddenly turned around and said: "Student, if there is something you don't understand in English, I can explain it to you. I was in France when I was in high school. After staying for a year, my English is very good, and I have passed CET-[-].”

Zhao Yan was standing, and Yan Cheng was sitting with his head slightly raised. From his angle, he could see Yan Cheng's shiny black hair on his forehead, and his big clear eyes were covered by a lock of hair on his forehead. With the light of sincerity.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but sigh how good it is to be young, just like the feeling of the green mountain behind his house being illuminated by the morning sun, he forgot that he is actually only 18 years old at the moment.

Zhao Yan turned his eyes away and changed the subject. He didn't want Yan Cheng to think that he was not good at studying and that he was not good at anything. "Shouldn't you be speaking French in France?"

Yan Cheng: "I speak French, but it doesn't affect my English, which is actually quite good."

Zhao Yan continued to put the books in the bag and said, "It's already late, why don't you go? Sleeping too late is not good for your health."

Yan Cheng looked at Zhao Yan's hand which was loading the book, Zhao Yan's skin was very fair, and the purple-red chilblain was very conspicuous under the bright light, "Why is your burn still not healed, is the burn ointment I gave you useless? "

Zhao Yan followed Yan Cheng's eyes and saw the frostbite on his left little finger, "This is not a burn, it's frostbite."

Hearing this, Yan Cheng's surprised eyes moved from the frostbite to Zhao Yan's face, saw Zhao Yan's determined eyes, and then moved from Zhao Yan's face to the frostbite, "Then I will give you a chilblain ointment another day."

After thinking for a while, he said, "No, I know about chilblain, but shouldn't chilblain be extinct like the smallpox virus?!"

"..." Zhao Yan was so surprised that his Danfeng eyes widened a bit.

Rare people also know that smallpox is caused by the smallpox virus.

Yan Cheng tried hard to express his meaning: "Just like in the commodity economy era, the natural economy has long been eliminated, or in other words, everyone is using SLRs in the 21st century, and the old-fashioned camera obscura photography technology has long since disappeared. same."

Yan Xueba from the School of Economics is a bit too unworldly.

Zhao Yan: "Smallpox is extinct, but chilblains are not. Many of us suffer from chilblains every winter."

Yan Xueba didn't feel that he was ignorant any more, he broke the casserole and asked the bottom line: "How do chilblains grow?"

"The outside temperature is too low, the blood vessels constrict, and the blood flow slows down. When the blood flow is too slow, the blood will coagulate into clots. This is frostbite." Zhao Yan said.

Yan Cheng also stood up to pack his books, and said while packing, "I understand now that you said that, then I know there is a way to relieve chilblains, would you like to try it with me?"

"Now?" Zhao Yan thought that Yan Cheng had forgotten or didn't check the time.

Yan Cheng took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said in a very positive tone: "Now, what's the matter in the early morning, and the law does not stipulate that people must sleep at night and be active during the day."

After speaking, he threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and walked out first.

Zhao Yan was very curious about Yancheng's method of relieving frostbite, so he put on his bag and followed out.

Walking out of the library, the snow is still falling, and the ground is white.

Zhao Yan put the hat on his head, wrapped the scarf and was about to walk into the snowstorm, when Yan Cheng, who had already walked down the steps, suddenly fell back and walked to Zhao Yan: "I remember you are a clinical student?"

Zhao Yan: "I just study clinical medicine."

"Then help me find out what's wrong with my neck. It's been a little red these days." Yan Cheng stood under the lamp in front of the library, took off his scarf, pulled down his down jacket and shirt collar, Show Zhao Yan the redness at the neckline of his neck.

Taking advantage of the not-so-bright light, Zhao Yan leaned over to take a closer look, Yan Cheng's scorching breath swept over his face, and he smelled that clear fragrance again.

Zhao Yan's neck, which was wrapped in a scarf, turned red quietly.

"It looks to me like a bruise from you scratching it."

Yan Cheng touched the skin with his fingers, "Well, I did scratch it, it's fine."

Zhao Yan followed Yan Cheng into the snow. There were street lights in the school at night, and the dim yellow light of the street lights illuminated the snow on the ground in a dark yellow.

Yan Cheng walked ahead to lead the way, Zhao Yan lowered his head and stepped on his footprints on the snow, the two walked over, the footprints were soon covered by heavy snow again.

When Yan Cheng stopped, Zhao Yan raised his head and looked at the stadium in doubt. The plastic track had been covered by heavy snow, and he couldn't see any other colors except white.

Zhao Yan looked at Yan Cheng and asked, "What are we going to do?"

Yan Cheng put the schoolbag on his shoulders in a corner sheltered from the wind and snow, and motioned for Zhao Yan to put his own bag there as well.

Yan Cheng took off the scarf around his neck and stretched his legs and feet, as if doing a warm-up.

"Running, running can dilate blood vessels and speed up blood flow. Didn't you say that frostbite is caused by blood vessel constriction and slowed blood flow?"

That's true, but this... It was snowing heavily in the middle of the night.

Zhao Yan's uncertain tone: "Now?"

"Now, is there anything wrong? The law doesn't stipulate that you can't run in the early morning of a snowy day."

With that said, after finishing the warm-up, Yan Cheng took the lead and ran out a few steps, then turned around, and through the white snow in the night, smiled and said to Zhao Yan: "Come on, I'll take you running."

Zhao Yan was infected by this scene, he took off his scarf and ran over with a smile.

Yan Cheng: "Did you know that when people with dimples smile and take pictures, I mean, if you let me take pictures, I can handle the light, shadow and angle to the best, so that your dimples and your smile complement each other and bring out the best Limitless beauty."

The snow was trampled "squeaking", like a rhythmic accompaniment, and the snowflakes were blown by the cold wind and hit the face head-on, cold and moist.When I ran, it was not as cold as I imagined.

"Do you like taking pictures?" Zhao Yan looked at the snowflakes shining brightly in the dark night, and he rushed into the snowflakes again and again.

Yan Cheng: "Yes, how do you know?"

Zhao Yan: "I can hear it."

After running for three or four ten minutes, at the end, Zhao Yan's palms were slightly wet with sweat. When it was almost one o'clock, the two said goodbye and went back to the dormitory.

Zhao Yan thought everyone was asleep, so he opened the door of the dormitory lightly, only to find that the night owl Liu Li and the top student Chen Xiangdong were still awake, only Jiang Hai was snoring softly on the bed.

Chen Xiangdong was reading a book, and Liu Li was playing games.

Chen Xiangdong asked: "Tonight, are there many people in the study room of the library?"

Zhao Yan: "It's okay, anyway, I have time to sit."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry cutie, today is short again, I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes~~~