"Pu Lenglean——"

Several sparrows suddenly flapped their wings and flew up to the willow branches. Zhou Zhenlin was shocked and instinctively lowered his head and raised his collar.

He soon realized his incompetence.

How could there be paparazzi or fans in this place? He was thinking too much.

He looked up and looked around.

The alley is very quiet and there is no one, so naturally no one will point fingers at him.

Zhou Zhenlin breathed a sigh of relief, turned his face and continued to look at the courtyard.

A very small pond was dug under the big willow tree, which was only five or six square meters. The water in the pond was very clear. You could see the swimming fish under the water at a glance, and there were a few beautiful red lotus flowers blooming on the water surface.

Zhou Zhenlin's eyes widened behind his sunglasses, and he looked at the flowers strangely.

Will the lotus bloom in this season?

He stayed on the bowl lotus for a moment, then turned to the back of the pond.

There are several levels of bluestone steps there, and a two-story building stands quietly above the stone steps. The old red brick wall is covered with green vines.

I don’t know if the earth atmosphere here is particularly warm. Although it is not yet the flowering period, there are many purple flowers blooming among the vines. The inflorescences are like hanging bells, swaying gently in the wind.

Zhou Zhenlin turned his face and looked at the sign on the left side of the yard.

The sign is also made of wooden, with a list of seal characters engraved on it: Cloud Mind Cultivation Institute.

He took out his cell phone and compared it, nodding surely.

It's here.

He took off the big sunglasses on his face and raised his foot and was about to walk in. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the yard, and then a "silence" sound, the door of the small building was pushed open, and a young man with a sallow complexion walked out, and while walking, he turned around and said, "Thank you, thank you, Master."

The master in the young people should be in the house, but he has never appeared. Only a light and elegant sound comes with the spring breeze:

"Cook three times the water. Don't forget."

"Okay master. Thank you, Master." The young man with a sallow face kept turning back to thank him, and did not notice Zhou Zhenlin outside the door.

Zhou Zhenlin quickly put on his big sunglasses and pulled up the hood of the down jacket.

He didn't even take the assistant today, just because he didn't want people to know.

He took a few steps back, half turned his body, blocking his face intentionally or unintentionally. His hands, which were placing them in his pocket, could not help but tremble, and his teeth were also fighting.

He felt cold.

It was so cold that the blood almost freezes.

If Zhou Zhenlin's fans are here, they will definitely be shocked by the haggardness of this top handsome guy.

Although the hat and mask are fully armed and the whole face is almost covered, Zhou Zhenlin's condition is extremely bad just judging from the little exposed skin.

The skin is dull, with a lot of color spots, and fine lines at the corners of the eyes. The lines even extend to the position of the hair and hair.

A feeling of fatigue from the inside out emanated from his tightly wrapped body.

Zhou Zhenlin is not like a top student at this moment? It’s almost the same as saying that he is a serious patient.

Zhou Zhenlin's face under the mask twitched twice nervously.

The young man with a yellow face seemed to have said something again, but he didn't hear it clearly.

He tightened the cashmere scarf around his neck, and coughed while restraining his voice.

In February, Jiangnan is warmer than in the north, but Zhou Zhenlin feels the coldness is forcing people. Even if he is wearing a thick extreme cold down jacket, he cannot stop the cold breath.

He didn't have this from the beginning.

At first, my skin was not in good condition and my spirits were a little worse; later I was afraid of the cold and shivered in the heated room in the north.

His team was very anxious and invited the best experts to treat him, but it never improved. Instead, it became worse and worse, until later...

Zhou Zhenlin's body trembled suddenly, and he quickly looked back, as if someone or something was following behind him.

However, the alley was empty, with neither people nor sounds.

Only the spring breeze blows by itself, bringing some unknown fragrance of flowers.

The yellow-faced young man finally came out. He didn't look at Zhou Zhenlin even more, and he might not even notice the latter. Instead, he kept his backpack cutely throughout the whole process, just like the bag containing millions.

When the two of them were in a wrong position, Zhou Zhenlin noticed that the young man with yellow face not only looked ugly, but also had two big eyes bags under his eyes, and his hair turned a lot white. He no longer looked like a young man, but he was very similar to those middle-aged people with kidney dysfunction.

Zhou Zhenlin sighed silently.

He thought of himself.

"Please come in, Mr. Wang."

The elegant voice sounded again.

Zhou Zhenlin used a pseudonym when making an appointment, and the call to Mr. Wang was him.

He walked into the yard with his head down half lowered his head and closed the door with his backhand.

With the sweet fragrance of flowers and the warm wind, he instantly gathered.

The cold air on his body faded away, and the cold feeling was also away. Zhou Zhenlin felt a long-lost feeling of living.

He stretched out his body and stretched out his hand in his pocket.

Much better.

The cold feeling that had been entangled with him for nearly three months no longer existed at this moment, and his cold hands and feet were quickly warming up.

It seems that this master is indeed the same as Yun Yiyao said, and it is a bit of a thing, much more capable than the so-called masters who are so singular and in fact they are useless.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Zhenlin's heart, which was seized by despair, cracked a gap, and the light of hope shone in, making him almost burst into tears.

If this master was really as smart as Yun Yiyao said, he would be willing to do his best to help Yun Yiyao reduce his sentence.

When he thought about this, Yun Yiyao's charming face appeared in Zhou Zhenlin's mind. After another breath, this charm was replaced by an image as haggard as an evil ghost.

Zhou Zhenlin's face suddenly turned pale.

This woman! This woman!

He thought, gritting his teeth, but more of it was fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

He didn't want to follow Yun Yiyao's footsteps.

As soon as he thinks of Yun Yiyao's appearance at this time last year, he will be furious all over.

He finally became famous, but finally settled into the top throne. Although outsiders saw him, Zhou Zhenlin became famous overnight, he knew how difficult that road was, how lucky he was, how many people and things were working tirelessly behind him.

No one in this world will succeed for no reason.

The same goes for him.

He has seen the cold face and the cold bench he has sat on is no less than anyone in the circle. He never wants to live the days when he begged grandpa and grandma, laughed everywhere, and was called to drink.

Yes, Yun Yiyao helped him. She was kind to him with all her heart and strength, and indeed brought some resources for him.

But he didn't ask her to help in vain.
Chapter completed!