Xueba Raiders

: "It's said that the spray gun is not easy to use..."

He Qing smiled and said, "I can't write like this with a spray gun in my hand."

"Okay, the doctor's hand is the most precious," Lin Weizhen put the candle on and smiled, "You come next time."

In fact, it’s not all the fault of the airbrush. Lin Weizhen’s class was full on Wednesday. In order to order a fresh small cake, he didn’t have time to eat properly at noon.During the period, he also found a coffee shop, told the owner he knew well, and put the cake in his refrigerator. He picked it up after class in the afternoon and took the subway to F University to find He Qing.

The schedule was full, and the staff of the bakery said they were ghostwriting, but Lin Weizhen refused.

"21," Lin Weizhen lit the candle, "make a wish, Dr. He."

Behind the dancing flames was Lin Weizhen's smiling face. He took out his mobile phone after finishing the candles, as if celebrating a child's birthday, and wanted to record it.

He Qing closed his eyes and made a wish, then opened his eyes and blew out the candles. The whole process was recorded by Lin Weizhen, with a noisy background and the sound of "face is coming".

Lin Weizhen had to show He Qing after recording. He Qing hadn't done such childish things in public for 20 years, so he couldn't laugh or cry.

The self in the camera has his eyes closed, his eyelashes fluttering, looking very serious.

Lin Weizhen asked curiously, "What wish?"

He Qing didn't answer: "It won't work if you say it."

Lin Weizhen curled his lips and didn't ask for a while, so he had to give up.

After making the wish, He Qing cut the cake by himself. The cake was not big, but it was enough for four or five people.Lin Weizhen took a small piece and said, "Take it home and eat it with your roommate. Let's finish eating today, and keep it overnight for fear of spoiling it."

He Qing nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong after nodding: "Are you leaving at night?"

Lin Weizhen was startled, the fork stopped in the air, and the small piece of cake slid slowly under the action of gravity, and fell on the table with a thud.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and He Qing felt guilty: "OK, let's go."

They're not kids anymore, what's inside the words.

Whether the speaker is intentional or not, the listener will not know whether it is intentional or not.

"Ah, let's go." Lin Weizhen pinched a piece of paper, quickly finished the cake, and wiped the table, "Well, the subway can catch up."

It was already eight o'clock when the two came out of the noodle shop, and the street lights in the direction to the subway station were on.

This birthday is a bit simple, but there are cakes, flowers and longevity noodles, so it is not too hasty.Lin Weizhen gathered all the necessary elements by himself, which is quite decent.

The main reason is that people came, He Qing thought.

"Let's go." Lin Weizhen stood at the subway entrance, looking down at the long escalators and steps.

He Qing also sent people here in the past, watching the other party disappear around the corner, feeling disappointed, but not reluctant.

I don't know if there is a tacit understanding in the future, or because I can't understand the heart hidden in the depths.

This time is really different.

After Lin Weizhen finished speaking, He Qing didn't answer for a few seconds, and just said goodbye briefly. They are all people who have to go back to review for the end of the semester. It's hypocritical to be tired of being here.

"I'm leaving?" Lin Weizhen repeated.

He Qing stood still, holding unfinished cakes and bright flowers in his hands.Lin Weizhen looked at him and smiled, then strode over and gave him a gentle hug.

The pleasant scent of the clothes and the fireworks of the noodle shop mixed together, and there was an inexplicably romantic sense of reality.

"Happy birthday, He Qing, say it again," Lin Weizhen leaned into his ear, "we will spend every birthday together in the future, it's agreed."

The author has something to say:

Lin: Some people say that this cub doesn’t attack?

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## Chapter 33

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The end-of-term exams are about to start, and it is becoming more and more difficult to grab seats in the library. Those who usually study but don’t study are now model workers with their heads hanging from their heads. They wish they could devote 25 hours a day to studying hard.

"I'll stress it again," the teacher said with a serious face, pointing to the four big characters "Review carefully" on the last page of the PPT, "Don't expect me to change my grades after the grades are given. You need grade points to apply, but don’t you need to find a job? Let’s talk about it up front, to be fair, the grades are set and won’t be changed.”

This is an old teacher who is nearly sixty years old. His gray hair can no longer be hidden. He has worked hard all his life and dedicated his decades to the podium.

Once she said that she really didn't understand why many top students in high school started to indulge and even failed their courses after they were admitted to university.She felt sorry.

Most intellectuals of the older generation have suffered hardships that modern young people do not know.At that time, there was no such advanced technology. To check the information, you had to go to the library to search it, and if you couldn't bring it out, you just copied it with a pen.There are not a few people who go to school during the day and go back to work at night to support their families.

The old teacher is still telling the students the last paragraph of this semester with all his heart and soul: "This kind of life of studying at ease is rare. Learning is the duty of students. Four years will pass in a flash. It is only by learning some real skills." The hard truth is that it is absolutely not advisable to hold Buddha's feet temporarily."

While flipping through her notebook, Zhu Yue muttered in a low voice: "Intensive reading, extensive reading, and listening comprehension can't be mastered. I saw people complaining about it in the poll circle. Usually, nursing homes are crematoriums at the end of the term. Why do I think that our major is crematoriums from beginning to end."

Learning a language is actually quite difficult. If nothing else is mentioned, everything is empty talk without the word "hard work".Especially when starting a language from scratch, pronunciation is the foundation and vocabulary is a brick, and one grammatical point will not be used if you don't repeat a sentence and recite the text dozens of times.Therefore, it is difficult for self-study to surpass the immersion and high-intensity training of the class. There are one or two special cases of self-study, which are also accidental events.

Zhu Yue looked at the thick notebooks of each class after a semester, and felt that her hair was not safe: "It's too miserable, Lao Lin, we are too miserable."

Lin Weizhen was leaning on the back of the chair and listening to the teacher quietly, thinking about He Qing while listening.

The words "hugging the Buddha's feet temporarily" contradicted "He Qing". He lived a solid life every day. For more than ten years, it was the most difficult thing to do.

"Our major is not as good as a crematorium compared to a medical student." Lin Weizhen laughed.

The teacher on the stage said "Class is over", and the students started to go out in twos and threes, Zhu Yue sighed: "That's right, medical students are difficult and doctors are also difficult, my dad's friend is a surgeon, my God, he had an appointment one day More than a dozen operations! I was stunned after hearing it. Two days ago, I saw the news about the sudden death of a doctor who was working too hard. It’s really a pity.”

Lin Weizhen's smile froze on his face.

When he called that night, He Qing felt that something was wrong. Recently, there were a lot of exams, and the two usually went to work separately within ten minutes. During these ten minutes, Lin Weizhen said "don't be too tired" four times.

He Qing asked: "What's the matter, have you been too tired recently?"

Lin Weizhen paused, it was too sour for the two adults to say "I love you so much".

Dr. He, who is not the only one in the whole world, is working hard alone, but he just can't hold others in his heart.

"I'm fine," Lin Weizhen said, "Go to bed early, so I won't waste your time."

He Qing laughed: "Talking to you is a waste of time."

Lin Weizhen tasted the tone just now, and was laughed at by himself: "I just want you to go to bed earlier."

Li Xiaosong came to the balcony to collect clothes, accidentally ate a mouthful of dog food, and swore to God in his heart that he would not wander around He Qing while he was on the phone, asking for toothache.

He Qing said a few more words casually, and asked what arrangements Lin Weizhen had for going back during the winter vacation.

"Sign up for Subject One," Lin Weizhen said, "If you can take Subject Two, try your best to take it."

"Didn't you want to take the test?" He Qing joked, "Driving school is a waste of time, what you said exactly."

Lin Weizhen smiled and said, "How can I pick you up to and from get off work without a certificate?"

Lin Weizhen used to be really too lazy to take the driver's license test, which meant that he was a bit procrastinated. The subway in S City is too developed, and in the foreseeable future, there will be no time to drive.

Handsome Lin has a lot of burdens as an idol, and when he mentions driving school, he feels guilty. He waits in line for half an hour under the scorching sun, goes up to drive, and is scolded by the coach.A day of consumption is like dehydration, a proper salted fish.

But adding the variable of He Qing, the whole life model is different. A driver’s license is a must, a car is a must, and working hard to buy a house near the hospital is also a must.

There is nothing but youth at 20, but everything will be fine in the future, and everything will be there, as long as he is around.

He Qing laughed when he heard it. After being with Lin Weizhen, he laughed more and more times, and maybe he could laugh with the same dimple.

The exam date of F major is earlier than that of W major, and it ends earlier.When Jiang Feng finished the last test, he felt that he was a useless fish. He lay straight on the bed and stared at the ceiling for an hour.Their dormitory is a bed and table structure. Jiang Feng is on the upper bunk and can hear He Qing packing his luggage below.

He Qing and his lab are going to North Carolina for about two weeks, just missing the Spring Festival in China.He listened to what Liang Wei said last time, but Gu Xiaoyan didn't urge him. He Qing also planned to go home for a few days before returning to City S and flying to North America with his classmates.

Running back and forth is a bit long-winded, but Gu Xiaoyan must be happy.

Filial piety, filial piety and filial piety are two words.Filial piety is treating parents well in a way that one thinks is good, while shun is probably treating them well in a way that they expect.He Qing used to do it his own way, buying things for Gu Xiaoyan when she got a scholarship, but thinking about it now, she might not really need it.

It's better to see my son sitting at the table, eating dumplings together happily.