Jinling Women's University, the campus at this time had only one building, a pure Chinese-style building, with a few small trees planted in front of the building.
As for the playground, you can play as far as the eye can see.
There are not many students in total, and all the food and accommodation from out of town are in this building.
Ye Haoran stood at the door. Apart from the campus security, there was no one there. He might still be in class. He originally wanted to go in, but unfortunately they wouldn't let him in. He had to register first and wait until the end of get out of class or after school when the campus security came in to notify him.
have no choice.
Ye Haoran couldn't take out the Winchester 897 and go in, so he could only find a big stone to sit down and wait.
Fortunately, there was a clever little brother who went to the farmer's uncle and bought two watermelons, otherwise Ye Haoran would have been bored to death.
Eating watermelon and basking in the sun, he felt that he was somewhat seriously ill.
Others ate melons to enjoy the coolness, but he was better off, gnawing on watermelon under the scorching sun at three o'clock in the afternoon. Before he finished eating one piece of watermelon, the rest of the watermelon was too warm to eat.
After finally waiting until get out of class was over, the clever boy hurried over to urge the guard. Within a moment, two little swallows flew out of the door of the teaching building.
Little Abao jumped directly into Ye Haoran's arms, and Feng Shizhen, who was reserved, sweetly called out, "Brother Ran."
Ye Haoran felt that he couldn't treat one favorably, so he stepped forward and gave Feng Shizhen a hug: "Let's go, I'll book an inn, and as soon as it's ready, I'll give you a patch to see how thin you are!"
Holding one in each hand, they walked towards the rickshaw waiting on the roadside.
"Brother Ran, Shizhen is very good at studying. He can learn everything quickly. I can't learn it no matter what."
Missionaries taught Feng Shizhen knowledge since he was a child, and little Abao can only sing. Of course, they cannot be compared.
Ye Haoran rubbed little Abao's head and comforted him: "There is no comparison. I sent you here to study just because I want you to see the world. It doesn't matter whether you learn well or not."
He turned around and asked Feng Shizhen: "Shizhen, do you still have the money I gave you? If you don't have any money, remember to write to me."
"Brother Ran, I still have a lot of money. Sister Abao and I don't have anything to spend money on here."
As soon as Feng Shizhen finished speaking, little Abao was a little unhappy.
"What's more, I want to go shopping and they don't even give me money."
When the two just left Shanghai, Ye Haoran gave him a lot of living expenses and pocket money. He knew that little Abao was used to spending money and was a bit extravagant, so he gave Feng Shizhen the financial power.
Unexpectedly, Feng Shizhen was quite frugal.
Ye Haoran rubbed Feng Shizhen's little hand and said, "Don't be frugal. If you have money, you should spend it. If you don't have money, you can just write a letter or send a telegram."
"I know, Brother Zhiran!" He promised happily, but he didn't know whether he heard it or not.
I got on the rickshaw and went directly to the inn and ordered two large tables of dishes.
Ye Haoran brought two little girls to a table, and a few younger brothers to a table. If they didn't have to protect Ye Haoran, these younger brothers would be drunk in no time.
People in Jinling love ducks, and the famous ones are duck blood vermicelli, salted duck, and salted duck with soy sauce. Little Abao and Feng Shizhen may be really greedy. Thinking about it, they know that the school food is not very good.
The two of them ate so graciously that they ate a lot more than Bi Ping, which made Ye Haoran feel heartbroken.
"It seems like the food at your school is not that good. Do you want me to donate some money to your school?"
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"Don't, it won't be good if your classmates find out."
Little Abao is very understanding of human nature and knows that special cases can easily be targeted.
Ye Haoran no longer persisted.
"Then come out occasionally to improve things. Our family is not so poor that we can't even afford food."
"Tell Shizhen and ask her to give me money. As long as I have money, I will ensure that I can eat for free."
Little Abao also glared at Feng Shizhen, and Feng Shizhen looked at her with innocent eyes.
Feng Shizhen's family background can only be considered average. Although his family owns a pharmacy, ever since his father contracted tobacco, life at home has been getting worse day by day.
Coupled with some secrets in Feng Shizhen's heart, she matured very early and naturally understood the principles of keeping money. She also understood that Ye Haoran was not short of money, but her consumption concept had not yet changed.
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"Let's go after eating. Let's go for a walk. This is my first time here."
Ye Haoran stood up to pay and came back, called two little girls and walked out.
"Brother Ran, since you are not familiar with it, can I take you there?"
"Where to go?"
Little Abao hugged one of Ye Haoran's arms, and Ye Haoran's other hand held Feng Shizhen.
Little Abao introduced it enthusiastically.
"Brother Ran, this is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. There are many places to visit, but it's a bit late now and we can't go to many historical sites. But there is still a place we can go to. Let's leave now."
Following Little Abao's guidance, the rickshaw stopped by a river.
As soon as he got off the rickshaw, Ye Haoran felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere here.
The faint sound of the piano came from the boat, and bursts of sweet sounds floated in the air, accompanied by the laughter of men and the singing of women, and reached Ye Haoran's ears.
Both sides of the river were lit up by hanging lanterns and lights from the rooms, and the people walking on the roadside were all smiling.
There are also those laughter and laughter that come and go, showing "the beauty of Jiangnan and the elegance of Jinling" everywhere.
"Is this the Qinhuai River?"
Ye Haoran looked at little Abao uncertainly.
"Yes, it is the busiest place in Jinling. I have long wanted to come here to listen to music!"
Feng Shizhen also looked at the scenery here curiously.
Ye Haoran patted his forehead, feeling his head was a little big, and looked at the two little girls angrily.
"Do you know what this place is for?"
"I know, it's a place to have fun!"
"This is a place where men come to have fun. Is it appropriate for you two to come?"
Little Abao said with an indifferent expression: "Brother Ran, aren't you here? Let's go in to see the fresh food and listen to some music."
Even though he was here, Ye Haoran also wanted to go in and have a look.
He held the hands of the two little girls and walked inside, followed closely by several bodyguards.
'The Qinhuai River flows slowly,
'From Pangu to the present day,
'Jiangnan Jinxiu,
'Jinling is so elegant and charming,
The rhythm of [Qin Huaijing] came from a small building, and Ye Haoran led a few people and walked over following the singing.
"Master, come in and sit for a while!"
"Oh, sir, would you like to come in and have a rest? Let me sing a song for you."
In front of the small building stood an enchanting woman, holding a silk scarf in her hand, constantly attracting the crowds on the roadside, and Ye Haoran was among them.
"Brother Ran, that's it."
Little Abao is not worried at all. If the women here can make Ye Haoran lose his soul with just a casual seduce, there will already be a group of wives and concubines in the house, and she will not be the only one who has entered the house now.
Feng Shizhen can only count half of it, she hasn't officially started yet.
"Let's go."
"Master, how many of you are there? Do you want me to call some girls to serve you?"
Ye Haoran looked back at the brothers, thought for a moment and said: "Call all the girls and let my brothers choose carefully."
"Okay, sir, I guarantee your satisfaction!"
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