After leaving the tower on the top of the mountain, Lorraine hill put a piece of paper with a bibliography in his arms, then jumped into the sea of clouds and returned to the central school building.


    Through the sea of clouds and the sky under the moonlight, and then put away the green butterfly wings, dress in the air, slowly fell into the school building below.


    When winter comes, the apricot trees beside the school buildings are all bare. Only a small number of Chinese fir trees stand upright between the school buildings, playing the role of isolating the sight.


    Before entering the school building, Lorraine hill shakes her dress a little, scattering a small amount of snow, and then walks into the slightly quiet dormitory building.


    Due to the early arrival, there are not many people in the dormitory, and many rooms are still dark. Lorraine Hill stroked the pine handrails and walked up the stairs. The chandeliers under the ceiling glowed warm yellow, but the air was still a little cold.


    Several senior students in white dresses walked in front of each other, talking about current affairs.


    "It''s colder than usual this year. Why did I come here from the northern cold leaf, and feel that the school is colder than my hometown." A schoolgirl complained in a low voice.


    "Ha ha, are you a white feather Raven afraid of cold? It''s rare."


    "It''s normal, because the climate in ermenas is more humid, and it''s located in the middle. Unlike Xiao AI''s hometown, it''s in the South Islands. Even if it''s humid, it''s warm." A learned classmate explained.


    "If the air is moist, the heat will lose faster, as the teacher said."


    "Well, farmers know a lot."


    ....


    "Well, let''s not talk about that. Is there any good program in this year''s winter festival party?"


    "It''s not clear that this session is hosted by Lu Weiji, one of the top ten students. It shouldn''t be bad."


    ....


    Lorraine Hill turned a corner and went into the corridor of her room. Just as she was about to push the door back, a familiar voice rang out beside her.


    "Is it Lorraine? How about the holiday. " There was a kind of affinity in the voice. Lorraine Hill turned his head and saw that it was Samantha. She was wearing a white cotton padded jacket and a thin brown belt around her waist. She looked fit and simple.


    "It was a wonderful holiday." Lorraine Hill recalled his recent experience with a sigh in his voice.


    "Come and sit down. I''m the only one in our dormitory. I''m quite lonely tonight."


    "Well." The girl nodded.


    After closing the door and lighting the candle, she sat Lorraine hill at the table and brought out a plate of gingerbread from the kitchen.


    The color of gingerbread is similar to that of chocolate. It''s dark. The surface can clearly see the grainy feeling of baking powder. Among them, white icing is used to decorate the lines, drawing the appearance of villains, which is vivid and lovely.


    "Lolan, look, I made it at home. It was a little hot just now." Said the woman recommended.


    Lorraine Hill picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. First he bit off a piece, then he chewed it slowly. It was sweet with a hint of ginger. It tasted very good. It''s a pity that Lorraine Hill didn''t like ginger in his previous life, so his mood is a little complicated at the moment.


    "Well, it''s delicious." The girl then put the rest of the gingerbread in her mouth and put down her hand.


    "Then eat more." Samantha pushed the plate over.


    "No, No." The dish was pushed back.


    "You''re welcome, Lorraine. Two dormitories, we came early, and there was no one else. It would be a waste if we didn''t eat. " Once again, she pushed the plate over.


    "Woo..." Lorraine Hill picked up a biscuit again and chewed it.


    Looking at Lolan "happily" eating biscuits, boumansha put her hand on the table and told some of the past.


    "In fact, when I was a child, I liked to eat biscuits very much, but my family was not rich and there were not many opportunities to eat them. At that time, I thought, when can I have enough biscuits?"


    "Later." Lorraine Hill stopped and listened quietly to the story.


    "Later, my father went to work as a gardener in an aristocratic family, which was much better. Unfortunately, my mother didn''t give me much pocket money, so I would still be greedy."


    "So I learned to make snacks and biscuits by myself, groping slowly and becoming good at it." She picked up a biscuit, broke it crisp, and put part of it in her mouth.


    "Does Lorraine have any plans for the future? I''ve always wanted to open a bakery or a pastry shop in the future


    "Me?" Lorraine hill was slightly lost in thought.


    If we talk about the past life, we still have an idea. That is to plant a fruit forest. You only need to be busy for a period of time every year, and you can rest at other times. You can sit under the tree to enjoy the cool, read books, and wait for the sun to rise and the moon to fall.


    "I want to live a quiet life." Unfortunately, it''s not easy. Lorraine Hill added the second half of the sentence in his mind.


    "Great dream," said bronsa with the biscuit.


    "Well?..." Why do you say that? " Lorraine hill was a little puzzled.


    "Because it''s Lorraine. If you can live a quiet life at home, it must be a peaceful and prosperous time." Samantha said Oriental adjectives.


    "No, it''s like I want to save the world." Lorraine Hill shook his head, his long hair gliding over the fluff of his hood.


    "But Loran is such a person. You think and care about a lot of things." She continued.


    "Other girls are concerned about whether they are beautiful or funny, and whether they can find the perfect person. And you don''t spend much time on this. So do the boys in the first half of the year. They are not members of our club, and you clearly remember the subjects they are good at and the subjects they are weak in, so you can explain them in a targeted way. "


    "Not only that, you even care about their outlook on life, just like your wife."


    "No ~" Lorraine Hill shook her head quickly, covered up a slightly shy expression, and then stood up and held her face to stop her.


    "Well, I don''t know..." she took Loran Hill''s little cold hand and took it down.


    "However, if Lorraine could live a quiet and leisurely life, it would be a beautiful world." She said quietly. The warm candlelight sprinkled on her golden hair, reflecting a faint light.


    "Why can Samantha think so much? Maybe I just care about others a little. How can I think so far?" Lorraine hill was still puzzled.


    "There are many people who care about others, but limited by themselves, they don''t do too much to do things they can''t do. It''s like the wheels keep spinning, there''s always a moment when they hit the wall and stop. "


    "But you can really do what you want to do. The wheel seems to rotate endlessly."


    "So, if you can be lazy, try to have a rest, or you will be tired out one day." Boumansha took a gingerbread and put it into Lorraine Hill''s mouth to stop her from arguing.


    "Wuwu..."