Chapter 33 (1/2)

”He's awake.”

Lying in bed in a daze, Lu Ping suddenly heard a voice outside the window.

Who is it?

Lu Ping turned sideways and looked out of the window.

It is impossible for two people to lean on his windowsill in comfortable positions. Because Lu Ping knows the height of the windowsill. He is not a very tall man. If he can show his head, he is not short. At this time, the two leaning against his window are by no means people of such height.

Guo Youdao, Dean of Caifeng college.

There is another one, who was just seen outside the city master's house yesterday. It's weijianwen Gecheng.

Lu Ping got up and heard the two chatting outside his window.

”This is the mountain spring on xiafeng mountain, the serious running water. Tea is also good tea. There is only high mountain tea in xiafeng mountain. You can't buy it anywhere else. ” President Guo Youdao said. He lifted a pot of mountain spring with his right hand and tilted it slightly. The boiling mountain spring with steam flowed out of the pot mouth. There was a cloud. The tea fragrance soon filled the cloud and floated into the window.

”Good tea.” Wen Gecheng exclaimed, turned his head to Lu Ping in the window and smiled.

”Why are you?” Lu Ping said as he walked to the window. Looking out, the two sat on a folding ladder and leaned against the windowsill of the cabin. They set up a tea table high. Early in the morning, they tasted tea outside his window.

”Why can't it be me?” Wen Gecheng took a sip of the tea bowl and asked.

”Just casual greetings.” Lu Ping said.

”Hahaha, what a direct child.” Wen Gecheng laughed.

”Ha ha.” Guo Youdao also smiled and picked up the tea bowl in his hand, but he took a big drink. His drinking method is wrong, and his appearance on the folding ladder will never look good, especially for a college dean, it is not solemn enough.

”We studied you carefully while you were asleep. Do you mind?” Wen Gecheng said.

”I don't mind. I'm used to it.” Lu Ping said.

Wen Gecheng was silent. He seemed to hear the pain contained in this ”habit”. After a moment, he began to say, ”if you like to be direct, I'll say it directly.”

”OK.” Lu Ping said.

”I can't see your blood.” Wen Gecheng said.

”Oh.” Lu Ping is very calm.

He didn't know his life experience, his name was given by himself, and his age was defined to himself when he saw a page of records. He was also a little curious about his origin, but he didn't expect too much. For him, he is Lu Ping, who escaped from the organization and lived in Caifeng College for three years. Even if he finds the past, he is not ready to change it.

So it doesn't matter whether he has this origin or not.

”It seems that you don't care much about it.” Wen Gecheng said.

”I don't care about my origin.” Lu Ping said.

”But that's not what I'm talking about.” Wen Gecheng said.

”What do you want to say?”

”If you don't know your blood, you can't completely open the ecstasy lock.” Wen Gecheng said.

”Really?” Lu Ping's reaction was still calm, as if he didn't care about it.

Wen Gecheng smiled, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea again: ”sure enough, my judgment is not wrong.”