The next day, Zhang Hao got up early in the morning, picked up the dilapidated canvas bag, and went to the train station.

Zhonghai City is still a long way from his home, take the train day and night, but also their county has a railway station, no need to transfer.

It is now December, and the train has also begun to crowd, and Zhonghai City is a first-tier metropolis in the sky, with a large population and a long line in front of the ticket office.

Since the death of Master, Zhang Hao graduated from high school, no concern, in the past few years has been running outside, this is the first time to go back.

Hardly lined up, ask the ticket, actually want more than a hundred, Zhang Hao heart full of trough, the poor can not even sit, he left more than 300 pieces of change in his pocket, really hurt, had to sell a station ticket, eighty-two.

Go to a nearby supermarket, buy mineral water and instant noodles, and prepare to eat on the train.

Then waiting for the car in the waiting room, yesterday was hit, the face of the bruise has not disappeared, others see him this appearance, are far away.

Zhang Hao was idle, looking at the people in front of him, one face after another, some amazing, the mysterious feeling came to mind, it seems that everyone's face, he is particularly inspired, just like a mathematician looking at a series of disorganized but with some kind of mysterious law of numbers.

"This person's eyes are sad, is the heart of the family... this person's cheekbones are high, the spring breeze is proud, it must be the recent rise, but the eyes are turbid and shallow, and this position is also... This person's eyebrows are weak, the recent work is not smooth...The Monkey's Monkey . . .

Zhang Hao suddenly felt that the face of these people was on the number with the description in the Tao book, and this feeling was too mysterious.

He used to look at each other, always feel a lack of eyepower, but at this time, he can see through at a glance, not only people, everything around the layout of everything and space, the whole world and everything, he feels wonderful.

“Blood into my eyes, opened the eye to me?”

If Zhang Hao had understood, his heart was inexplicably determined, it must be because of the blood of the town's water dragon turtle.

The eyes are condensed, the eyes are shrinking, the two pupils of a large and small overlap, the eyes become extremely deep, and the sight in front of them has also become a black and white yin and yang horizon.

He can clearly see the yin and yang, the stars, the spirit of the light, etc., this feeling is even more mysterious, as if to open a "wonderful door" described in the Tao Sui, see the origin of the road of heaven and earth.

At this time, between black and white, a guise appeared, this luminous is very beautiful, condensing and condensed, like a piece of jade, full of luster, from the inside, brilliant show, but also across the wall of a hall, he has seen, you can see how powerful this luminous atmosphere is.

The next moment, only to see this guanghua into the waiting room, is actually a twenty-six noble and beautiful young, women, dignified and elegant temperament, light makeup and beautiful face, simple and fashionable clothes, immediately attracted a lot of people's side to look up.

And Zhang Hao also saw that the entire waiting room air machine, with the woman as the focus, bored where she went, has always been the focus of people's secret attention.

"Good strong spirit, there is a show of spirit, this woman is a master, read rationally, cultivate, has reached the realm of refining and refining gas?"

Zhang Hao was shocked, and habitually looked at the woman's lower body, "hey hey" in his heart, smiled, secretly said a good pair of beautiful legs, and the roots of the legs there, the spirit is consolidated, the Yuanyin to the pure, are twenty-five, actually a young man, it is estimated that the Holy Warrior of Leo.

"This eye is really good, look at the girl to look at a good, ga!"

I have to admit that Zhang Hao is very ugly, very shameless, and he has the magic to see women.

Song Jingyi found an empty seat to sit down, took out a slender plate, slender and soft fingers, flipped through the documents, just handed over the doctoral thesis, and then looked at it again.

Women are sensitive, Song Jingyi seems to perceive something, subconsciously looked up, just saw a young man staring at her.

“Huh?”

Song Jingyi's first reaction is consternation, this young man's eyes, so deep, so clear, serious and focused, should be very attracted to girls like it.

But then, Song Jingyi frowned on the beauty, this person's face of the obscenity, was hit with a swollen nose, but also with a bad smile, color fascinated by looking at her, obviously not a real person.