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Chapter 01

    Autumn in Beijing, as short as a rabbit's tail, flew past with a "swish".

    Gu Xincheng walked out of the revolving door, holding half a stack of books in his hand. The oncoming draft poured into the thin collar, and the fingertips touching the pages of the book couldn't help curling up.

    Fortunately, the reserved taxi came in time. She opened the rear door and stepped into the car with a wave of cold.

    The driver was listening to the traffic station FM103.9. When he saw someone coming, he stretched out his hand to turn down the volume, and asked casually, "Intime Center?"

    Gu Xincheng put the book aside and said, "Yes.

    " You said, if it wasn’t for the system to dispatch the order, I wouldn’t want to take this order.” The driver slapped the meter and turned the steering wheel, but complained, “Forget about the starting price from here to there, at this point, The road is as congested as my grandson—"

    Before he finished speaking, he caught a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.

    The driver quickly glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, his expression slightly startled.

    Gu Xincheng's clean half face fell into the narrow rearview mirror—cold white skin, almond eyes, cool nose tip, and pretty mouth.

    Soft, transparent, and graceful like a narcissus.

    The interior of the car is filled with the ethereal fragrance of green grass and green leaves, and if you want to distinguish carefully, it is also mixed with a sweet fragrance of citrus.

    It's Byredo Palermo, a Sicilian orange grove. The presence of the aroma is not high, but it smells surprisingly good.

    "Excuse me." Gu Xincheng said.

    So the driver's topic cleverly changed from complaining about Beijing's evening rush hour traffic to something else.

    "Listen to the accent, southerner?" The driver turned on the turn signal.

    Gu Xincheng gave a soft "hmm", and didn't worry about why her standard Mandarin betrayed her background - she had already seen it.

    When he first came to Beijing, Gu Xincheng was always polite and friendly to the taxi drivers in Beijing.

    The driver talked all over the place, but she tried every means to pick up the conversation, kept saying "um", "hey", "yes", abruptly training herself to be a qualified flatterer.

    Later, Fu Tangzhou told her: "Don't talk to me."

    Anyway, whether to talk to her or not, the driver is capable of performing stand-up comedy for you all the way.

    At last the day of war and chaos was over, Gu Xincheng tied a lock of long hair back behind her ear, and there was a small coffee-brown mole on her small earlobe.

    She took out her mobile phone, found the dormitory group called "The Temptation of Going Back to Sleep", and entered a sentence that was completely contrary to the concept of the dormitory.

    [Gu Xincheng: I won't go back to bed tonight. ]

    Before her roommate could reply, she put down her phone, leaned back in her chair and looked out the car window.

    From East Chang'an Avenue to Guomao CBD, the morning bells and evening drums a hundred years ago complement the current street lights, and the changes in the scenery along the streets tell the past and present of the city of Beijing.