Chapter 58

This is forgetting Sichuan. The quiet riverside is covered with fiery red flowers on the other bank. Even the sky looks red. On the calm river, a boat moved forward slowly. Wen Yiren was dressed in a long red dress, and his black hair was half pulled with a red ribbon. Her face is painted with exquisite makeup, her red lips are tight, and her beautiful eyes are calm. Holding a lantern in her hand, she stood quietly in the bow of the boat. The silver bell hanging from her slender neck swayed and made a clear sound with the surrounding wind. At the other end of the boat, Yuan Xiaoxiao sat upright, his eyes fell on the other shore flowers on both sides, full of curiosity“ Sir, after crossing the river, can I go to Naihe bridge and queue up for Mengpo soup? "“ Um. " Yuan Xiaoxiao blinked and stared at Wen Yiren's cold and arrogant back, "my Lord, can I not drink?" Wen Yiren didn't answer, but gently waved his hand. Suddenly, the flowers on the other side of the sky were flying and beautiful. Almost every ghost she ferried would ask her that. Whether the previous life is joy or joy, division or harmony, it is the past. Since you choose to reincarnate, why force those things that no longer belong to you. The new life is very challenging, but also very interesting“ My Lord, why did you stay on earth? " Why? Wen Yiren drooped her eyes. She didn't know why, but the king of hell asked her to go, so she went. Naihe bridge is more lively than expected. Wen Yiren docked the ship on the shore and watched yuan Xiaoxiao go ashore. At the end of the long bridge, many ghosts lined up to wait for the bowl of Mengpo soup. Xu Xu is still wearing her beautiful Ru skirt and standing in front of the golden pot with a smile* The next time, there was no announcement and no new ghosts appeared. Wen Yiren simply went back to school. The Department of film and television performance of Huahai university is a place that many students who love performance yearn for. When Wen Yiren was a child, her grades were very poor. She belonged to the crane tail. When she was a sophomore in senior high school, her father who studied psychology suddenly made a cruel move and forced her to study. As a result, she achieved amazing results in the college entrance examination. Even the head teacher doubted whether she was possessed by God. Choosing a school is also a difficult problem. She never dreamed of, nor did she have a favorite major. Finally, because her relatives said, "it's a pity you don't enter the entertainment industry because you look so beautiful", she resolutely applied to the Department of film and television performance of Huahai University. In fact, she is very popular at school. Who calls her beautiful“ Pleasant. On behalf of all the students who are attracted by your beauty, I solemnly welcome you back. " Jiang Yurun, holding a handful of Dogtail grass on his mobile phone, waited at the school gate early. Wen Yiren rolled her eyes gracefully, "you must have taken my picture to participate in the school flower competition again."“ I won fame for you. In your freshman year, you claimed to be low-key and gave me a picture of you getting up with panda eyes. In your sophomore year, you said you were afraid that your beauty would make her female classmates feel inferior. You gave me a still picture of your village girl's appearance. This year, anyway, we will win the title of school flower! " Every year, Huahai University's school flower selection will attract much attention. Wen Yiren is mixed with the entertainment industry. It is reasonable to say that this is a good opportunity for her to become famous. Jiang Yurun wondered why the girl didn't cherish it“ Pleasant, you've been running for three years. It's not easy to pick up a script that can turn out water. We can't waste this opportunity! " Wen Yiren plans to be reasonable. Yu Guang suddenly sees the shadow of a person and suddenly smiles sweetly, "this year I will not only win the title of school flower, but also be ashamed before the snow!" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.