The matter of the college entrance examination had been lingering in her ears from the moment she stepped into high school. Nine hundred days sounded like a long time, but in reality, it felt as if time had flown by with a whoosh.
Time was too tight for the third-year students, so much so that Zhang Yansheng only ate a cake at home for her 18th birthday.
In the blink of an eye, she was already sitting in the college entrance examination hall.
In this examination hall, 99.9% of the people were trying to build a future for themselves. Only 0.1% of the people were like Zhang Yansheng, who had a family fortune and was trying to prove themselves.
Her mentality was very stable and she was not nervous at all. Zhang Huan was probably even more nervous than her. Every day after the exam, he would personally pick her up.
But on the last day, Zhang Yansheng opened the car door and only leaned half of her body in. She asked, "Where's my bag? You didn't forget to bring it, right? "
Zhang Huan handed her bag over. "Here. What are you doing? "
Zhang Yansheng threw the stationery bag to him. "I'm not going home. I'm going out to relax for a few days."
She slung her bag over her shoulder, slammed the car door, and ran away.
Zhang Huan: "…"
Zhang Huan moved to the side, rolled down the car window, and stuck his head out to shout, "Come back early. Be careful!"
When he looked again, his eyes were full of examinees and parents. There were so many people that it made him dizzy. There was no sign of Zhang Yansheng.
Hey! It was like a mule out of its pen! It was running away happily!
Zhang Huan snorted a few times and told his driver, "Let's go back."
But the exam had just ended, and there were too many people. Some students didn't leave after the exam and still gathered there to talk. Some were happy, some were sad, and some cried when they came out of the examination hall. There were also people who jumped three feet high and ran wildly.
"Aiya, this is f * cking youth." Zhang Huan sighed and smiled.
The entrance of the examination hall was only a small road, and there were no railings between the two lanes. Zhang Huan's car passed by a sports car, but he didn't realize that the driver was Yue Song.
Yue Song said, "If you're tired, sleep."
Zhang Yansheng said, "How can I sleep? I'm full of energy."
Yue Song said, "Alright, it'll be easier in the future."
Zhang Yansheng closed his eyes and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
It had been three years since his rebirth, and he had completely overturned his abandoned high school years.
The hard work and effort she had put in during this period of time, the self-adjustment, the shattering and reconstruction, the journey of her heart, the sweet and sour feelings … Only she knew.
Zhang Yansheng couldn't help but turn his head slightly to look at Yue Song — his beautiful jawline, snow-white collar, and long neck.
She closed her eyes and the scene from her previous life flashed through her mind.
He carried him horizontally, spattered with blood on his chin and shirt collar. She remembered the voice that sounded in the depths of her soul.
[May you walk the right path in your next life.]
"Tell me," Zhang Yansheng suddenly asked, "in this life, what is the right path?"
But before Yue Song could reply, she answered her own question, "Actually, it's just … study hard, work hard, and live a good life, right? He couldn't make any bigger waves, could he? Basically, everyone is like that, right? "
This string of "right" made Yue Song laugh, "A single college entrance exam can sublimate your thoughts? You're starting to think about this kind of social and philosophical problem? "
Zhang Yansheng ignored his teasing and only asked, "Tell me, is the way I am now considered to be on the right path?"
This was a girl who had just finished her college entrance exam and had just finished her tiring high school life. Many children at this time might be more mentally fragile. Although Yue Song felt that Zhang Yansheng wouldn't, he still carefully answered her, "Of course."
His tone was very firm and gave Zhang Yansheng an affirmation.
Zhang Yansheng let out another satisfied sigh, then closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, "Wake me up when we arrive at the airport."
…
…
Zhang Yansheng opened the door and walked to the balcony.
This holiday home was built halfway up the mountain. In the distance, there was a snow-capped mountain, and below her feet was a slow but wide foothill. There weren't many trees, and as far as the eye could see, there were green weeds mixed with flowers of various colors. The air was fresh, and the sky was high and deep. It was incomparably clean.
It made people feel small and insignificant.
"Did you sleep well?" Yue Song asked as he sat on a recliner on the wooden balcony.
"I slept well!" Zhang Yansheng stretched lazily, revealing a flat, firm, and snow-white belly, "I've completely recovered."
"Come and sit for a while," Yue Song said.
Zhang Yansheng teased him, "You look like those old geezers in those landscape postcards."
"Old geezers have experienced everything before they know what's best." He patted his leg, "Come."
Zhang Yansheng went over, ignored the other recliner, and sat on his lap.
The two of them didn't speak.
After a while, Zhang Yansheng said softly, "It's so quiet."
Not only was the world quiet, but her heart was also quiet.
Yue Song said, "You should come to places like this more often. Calm down and change your bad temper."
Zhang Yansheng turned her head and bit his chin, "Give up. You can change other things, but you can't change this temper. "
Yue Song held the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Zhang Yansheng closed her eyes, feeling incomparably relaxed. This was probably the most relaxed moment she had felt in the three years since her rebirth.
The young couple's kiss lingered for a long time, and the two of them couldn't separate, but Yue Song eventually stopped. Zhang Yansheng could feel his disorderly breathing and the abnormality of his body.
As the boyfriend of a high school girl, Yue Song had a hard time this year. He didn't go on many dates, and he was afraid that it would affect Zhang Yansheng's studies, so he restrained himself at all times. Of course, he was also worried about Zhang Yansheng's age.
No matter how strong his desires were, he couldn't be worse than a beast.
Fortunately, she had finally grown up, and his girlfriend was now an adult.
Zhang Yansheng used her fingers to trace his handsome chin and sexy Adam's apple, thinking that this person always had too much patience.
But it would be a sunny afternoon. She changed the topic and said, "This house is very interesting. Everything in the house is a pair. The deck chair on the terrace, the sofa by the fireplace …" There were many other small details that gave people the feeling that the house was a pair.
Yue Song smiled helplessly, "You found out."
"Our family's holiday homes all over the world were basically bought by my parents. The two of them …" He couldn't finish his sentence.
But Zhang Yansheng understood. This pair of man and woman, who were born in a nest of happiness and grew up in honey, lived in a world of just the two of them from young to middle-aged. So their holiday homes all over the world presented a world of just the two of them.
"My grandfather doesn't like to come to these places," Yue Song said, "because every time he sees these holiday homes my parents arranged, he gets angry. But he doesn't like to take vacations either. He's a workaholic and has been like this since he was young. He's completely different from my father. "
Zhang Yansheng caressed his face and said, "Is he going to train you to be that kind of person?"
"That won't do." Yue Song's eyes flashed slyly as he said, "I'm different from him. He's single, but I have a girlfriend."
Zhang Yansheng laughed loudly.
They left the holiday home and strolled around the hillside. They picked a bunch of wild flowers and made a bouquet to bring back to the holiday home.
At night, Yue Song personally cooked steak, red wine, and candles.
The altitude and climate here made the afternoon hot, and the mornings and evenings as cold as late autumn. From morning to night, they could experience different seasons in a day. Yue Song lit up the fireplace and drove away the cold. The house became warmer.
The floor in front of the fireplace was not covered with carpet, but with animal skin. Lying on it, the fur was soft and comfortable.
In the warm flickering firelight, their shadows overlapped each other.
But Yue Song hesitated in the end. Even though he and Zhang Yansheng had been together for a year, he was still worried about the age difference and whether it was too early.
But Zhang Yansheng had taken control of him without hesitation and had already begun to take off his clothes.
Yue Song: "…"
"Hey." He held her hand and looked at the impudent girl.
Zhang Yansheng was dissatisfied: "Shouldn't you be quiet at a time like this?"
"Zhang Yansheng, you're too much." Yue Song stared at her, "Do you really think you're an alpha?"
Zhang Yansheng's eyes were provocative: "What else?"
"Even if you're an alpha," Yue Song flipped over and seized control, his eyes deep and serene, "I'm not an omega."
Zhang Yansheng's mouth curved, and she unceremoniously reached out her hand …
Flames danced, pine wood crackled, and the room was filled with the fragrance of wood.
It was like a person floating on the tide.
Every pore and every cell in his body was opened up, and he felt extremely comfortable.
When the tide receded, Yue Song propped his head up and held Zhang Yansheng in his arms. He held her hand and gently stroked it.
"Zhang Yansheng …" He bent down and kissed her earlobe, "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"
"Hmm?" Zhang Yansheng's nasal voice was full of satisfaction, "How long?"
Yue Song kissed her face: "Since the first time I saw you."
Zhang Yansheng giggled: "You're lustful."
"Who isn't?" Yue Song's palm was warm, and wherever he went, it would be warm and comfortable. "Human needs and emotions, which one of them isn't determined by hormones? Your happiness, anger, and sadness are all based on hormones telling your brain what emotions you should feel. "
"How sad." Zhang Yansheng sighed, "Humans are such low-level animals. When will we be able to get rid of these low-level needs? "
"Why should we get rid of them?" Yue Song pressed down on her again, "Don't your hormones tell you that this makes you happy?"
"They did. They're telling you right now. "Zhang Yansheng hugged his neck and laughed.
The next day, she received a call from Mo Lin after studying the low-level needs of humans.
Mo Lin had obviously thought about it before making the call.
"In theory, I shouldn't interfere with my client's private life," she said. "But our relationship isn't just that of a client, and this matter happened because of me. After thinking about it, I felt that I should let you know."
The matter was actually quite simple. Zhang Huan had hooked up with a young female celebrity who was just starting to make her mark.
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