——England is such a good place. I can meet well-dressed gentlemen who go out with bodyguards, and I can also meet a semi-automatic rider with a semi-automatic gun on his waist.
——There were entertainers playing the piano on the streets in the city center, clowns holding sales and stepping to the beat flashed by, and there were no young people dancing with each other holding ice cream on the red open-air bus. The summer in London seemed to have a different kind of melancholy temperament. I remembered that before I set off, I said I wanted to see Stonehenge here. Song Cheng's car moved forward without saying a word, and Salisbury Plain left me in silence. Some things seem to be very close, but they are still destined to pass by.
——The countryside is empty, the setting sun in the west is sinking silently, and there are flights taking off in the distance passing by smoothly on the horizon. Under the orange curtain, I look up and watch the planes leave my sight little by little, only for five seconds.
Sure enough, Miss Luman's happiness never lasted. Sadness will always come the next second.
Song Cheng knocked on the car window. I noticed the abnormality in his face. I hurriedly rolled down the window and heard the man in suit behind Song Cheng say:
"Miss Lu, Mr. Yao wants to see you."
…Who is the fucking yao?
——Mr. Yao took me to visit the honey-colored stone houses preserved from the 17th century and the scenery of the flowing water town like Little Venice. He recalled the arrogance on my face when I first met Cambridge and the complacency in teasing him.
He said, "You are smart and able to argue, and you can't hide the spirit of a student from a famous school."
I lowered my head a little embarrassed. A man is brave without future troubles.
Concept: Cinderella's cross-border journey to a prestigious school