[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

Lou was premeditated.

It was only less than a month since he was first asked whether he would like to study in France, and Minglou's injuries had almost healed. If he took off his coat and only wore a white shirt, he could even see clearly. The welts that were scarred.But when Mingcheng carried his suitcase and stepped into their new residence in Paris for the next few years, seeing the familiar decoration style and arrangement of items in the room, he couldn't help turning around and looking suspiciously at Minglou.

Minglou was very calm. He sat down comfortably on the sofa, unbuttoned his neckline, and asked with a smile, "Why is this expression? Don't you like this place? It's too late if you don't like it. I'll get your application and recommendation letter early." I just sent it over, and I guess the admission letter should come in two or three days.”

Mingcheng curled his lips: "Brother moves really fast, to be honest, how long have you been preparing?"

"If you're asking about studying in Paris, I had this idea a year ago." Minglou said, "And when I was preparing my own application materials, I also helped you get a copy."

Mingcheng walked over, sat down opposite him, and raised his eyebrows: "Brother is so sure that I will agree to come with you?"

Minglou smiled and asked back: "Will you not agree?"

Mingcheng muttered: "Brother is determined to eat me, right?"

"Because I think Paris is more suitable for you." Minglou stood up, walked away for a while, took a few documents back and put them in front of him.Mingcheng roughly flipped through a few pages, which were related introduction materials of several art majors and tutors. They were written in great detail. Minglou even wrote some of his own opinions on it, which showed that he put a lot of thought into it.

Ming Lou said to him: "I originally planned to postpone my coming to France for a while, but Shanghai has become more and more unstable. I don't know what went wrong when the student union organized an event last time. Several students The leaders have all been caught in prison, and no one knows whether they are alive or dead. A large part of the students in your school are senior backbones of the Student Union. If you stay any longer, you may be hit by disaster someday , I happened to be too...Anyway, I have already found a place to live, and all kinds of written materials are also complete, earlier and later, there is not much difference."

Mingcheng was slightly surprised: "When did it happen? I didn't even hear about it at all."

"Some of the people who were arrested were your classmates. I was afraid that you would think too much, so I simply kept it a secret. Didn't you find that the newspapers at home have not passed your hands for several days?"

Mingcheng was stunned for a while, then asked him in a low voice: "Is there really no way to save those people?"

Minglou said slowly: "Yes, if you use the connections of the Ming family, it's still possible to get a few people out. But," he sighed softly, "The Ming family can't get out of this head."

"The famous family in Shanghai has a great family and a great career. As much ability as the Ming family has, so much danger is hidden behind it. The more eye-catching, the more vicious and powerful the enemy will be. I am not afraid of it myself, but I I can't let eldest sister, Mingtai, and you fall into such a situation."

Mingcheng expressed his understanding, but his brows were still frowning. Minglou said, "I didn't tell you before, just because I was worried that you would be worried all the time like this. Don't think too much about it. I'll see if I can do it when the limelight passes. Move around secretly, in short, there will be a way."

Mingcheng nodded, and said, "I believe in big brother." His expression was a little dazed, he asked Minglou, and he also asked himself, why are those who have the ability to change the status quo just stand by and watch while the country is facing so many crises? , or even to suppress other people with lofty ideals who sincerely want to serve the country?If the paths taken by so many people have not been successful, then what kind of path is the real correct path?

"I can't answer you." Minglou didn't answer his doubts as usual this time, "This is your life, the path you have to walk, and only you can find the real answer."

"So what about big brother, did big brother find the answer?"

Minglou patted him on the shoulder, "It's better to worry about yourself, have you decided what major to choose?"

However, Mingcheng persevered in asking: "Is the application of the economy the right way for you?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's right or not. What's important is that this is my choice, not yours, and it shouldn't be yours." Minglou said, "Ah Cheng, I don't want any choice you make to be a choice made by you." Follow my will, not your heart."

"Brother, what do you mean, I don't need to study art?" Mingcheng raised a stack of documents in Yang's hand.

"I can see that you really like drawing." Minglou crossed his legs, put his clasped hands on his knees, and smiled gently, "But if you really don't want to, there's no problem. Architecture , literature, language, law, or other majors, what do you want to study?"

"Even the economy?"

"If it's a decision you've made after much deliberation, then I have no objection."

Mingcheng glanced at him silently, and said helplessly for a while, "I didn't travel a long way to bring the paint for the easel, what do you think?"

Ming Lou looked as expected: "Brother Mo Ruo, brother, there is nothing to be ashamed of. For the sake of big brother preparing so many things for you, you should cook me a sumptuous dinner to express your gratitude." .”

Mingcheng laughed with a "chi": "Yes, Young Master Ming, I'll go right away."

Ming Lou leaned on the sofa and watched him enter the kitchen, and said loudly, "The apron is hanging behind the door, and there are a few bottles of red wine in the cupboard. Tonight, the steak should be cooked well, and no onions are allowed for my share!"

A head poked out quickly from the kitchen door, Mingcheng glared at him: "It's good to have something to eat, there are so many demands!"

"Hey, you kid!"

Mingcheng retracted quickly again, deliberately raised the volume and snorted, and after expressing his inner dissatisfaction, he dragged his tone to respond to him: "I know, young master, I will do it, can I do it..."

Then, not long after, after Mingcheng officially entered the school to study painting with the admission letter, Minglou finally knew what it means to be self-inflicted and not to live.

The foundation of Mingcheng's painting is very good.

Mingcheng is a very serious student.

Mingcheng is also an oriental guy who looks exceptionally handsome among the students.

Therefore, Mingcheng was appreciated by his tutor very easily. The tutor took him in as a student, invited him to listen to any lectures, and took him to see any art exhibitions. He wished he could use all he had learned Give it all.

Mingcheng began to become very busy. His instructor valued him, but he was even more strict with him. As long as other people practiced one piece, he had to hand in five pieces, and asked to do his best for each piece.In this way, in order to hurry up, he basically didn't go home during the day, and he came back later and later at night, and even spent the night directly in the studio a few times.He still remembered to cook for Minglou, and if he couldn't make it in the evening, he had to get up early in the morning to prepare the meals for the day, but Minglou felt sorry for how little sleep he had, and strictly prohibited him from working in the kitchen during non-holidays.

No one cooks, so Minglou has to go to the cafeteria or eat out, but although he has been in France for a while, he has been taken good care of by Mingcheng. I had to force myself to learn a few simple home-cooked dishes, and finally I was able to cope with it occasionally for a while.

But a bigger disaster followed. After Mingcheng passed the stage of basic theoretical study, his tutor began to take him out to sketch. At first, it was only in the streets and alleys of Paris, and gradually extended to the surrounding towns and cities of Paris. , and once even crossed the English Channel on a whim and took him to Canterbury to see the cathedral.

So Ming Lou not only couldn't eat Mingcheng's food for a long period of time, but also had to solve various life problems independently during this period of time.When I woke up in the morning, I didn’t know how to match my tie and cufflinks. The coffee I made was so bitter that I frowned. I had to temporarily hire a helper to clean and clean.

Minglou thought, this is really too bad, why did I come up with that bad idea back then, trying to increase his sense of belonging to the Ming family by asking Ah Cheng to do things for me?

Finally, at the age of 26, Master Ming had to force himself to learn to take care of himself again.

Mingcheng was very surprised when he came back: "Brother, why are you so thin! Why don't you take good care of yourself!" Regardless of the dust and dust of the day, he quickly pushed Minglou down on the sofa, made a cup of coffee and handed it over , "Brother, sit down and rest for a while, don't be too busy, I'll take care of it."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and packed up the things at home with ease. The dirty clothes were thrown into the storage basket and set aside. Neatly, all the documents and books in the study are placed in different positions according to classification and demand, and the whole home has a new look.After finishing this, Mingcheng washed his hands, put on an apron and went into the kitchen. Three or ten minutes later, he used the few materials left at home to prepare a table of delicious food, and brought it to the table with a smile.

Minglou was in awe, it was the first time he realized that a person who can do housework is so amazing.

"Brother, what are you thinking? Come and sit down." Mingcheng pulled out the chair for him, went to the suitcase and took out a bottle of wine and poured it for him, "I brought it back from Canterbury, it is said to be a local specialty , the flavor is unique, brother, give it a try."

Minglou smiled gratifiedly: "Ah Cheng has a heart." Picking up the cup, he looked at him again, "You are also an adult, come on, fill yourself up, and accompany big brother tonight