as long as you love

This deep, elegant, characteristic voice, why is it so similar to...

"Zhou Jie?"

"Hmm." The other party responded, "What have you been up to lately?"

Except for the daily classes, Hua Qi basically has no contact with Zhou Jie.In class on weekdays, the two of them rarely communicate with each other. One is lazily making soy sauce, and the other is devoting himself to study.

Hua Qi couldn't figure out why he suddenly called someone who was usually obsessed with schoolwork and ignored foreign affairs.

"I paint at home..."

Hua Yuru brought over the glass of water, sat down on the sofa diagonally opposite him, and leisurely opened a book on his lap.

After talking to Zhou Jie for a few more words, Hua Qi was still a little confused when he hung up the phone.

"Your classmate?" Huayu asked.

"Yeah." Calling in the middle of the night, Hua Qi was a little dazed with just a few gossips.Could it be that Zhou Jie found out with his conscience that he was busy with his studies recently and neglected his deskmate, so he called to express his apology?

No, if it is negligence, he, who is addicted to painting, should be more responsible.

why?And before that, Zhou Jie fought with Xin Yi, and Wang Lingli was at odds with each other... When I think about it for a while, there are more than one weird things.

Is it. . .

"What do you think?"

Unknowingly, the Chinese Confucianism came to him, and lightly pressed his forehead, "Don't you have to go to school tomorrow? Go to bed early."

Hua Qi's erratic and weird thoughts disappeared, and he obediently replied: "Yes."

There was a knock on the guest room door.Hua Qi went to open it, and there was a well-dressed waiter outside, holding a plate: "Sir, your hot milk."

"Thank you, let's put it in the incubator first."

Hua Qi went to take a shower, and then took out the milk from the incubator and drank it.After thinking about it, he turned to behind Hua Yuru who was reading a book in the guest room, propped himself on the back of the sofa, and put his head next to the man's ear.

A fresh fragrance of shower gel came over, which smelled very good.Confucianism in Huayu was distracted, and he grabbed someone's hand that circled him helplessly: "Go to sleep?"

"Didn't you sleep too?" In terms of bullshitting skills, Xiaohua is the second and no one dares to be the first.

Huayu Confucianism has always had nothing to do with Hua Qi, and it is impossible to do so now.He had no choice but to give him a hand, patted his side, "Come and sit here."

Hua Qi went around and sat down as he said, and glanced at the bibliography by the way.The book cover facing down is a poetic illustration of a certain painter's landscape, which is very elegant.The author's name is also familiar. He is a well-known writer in the island country.

"I didn't expect you to read this kind of book."

"Look at it once in a while." Skills don't overwhelm you, knowledge and generosity benefit each other.

Huayu Confucianism said, holding the book in one hand, and as if he had grown consciousness in the other hand, he naturally embraced the people around him.

The two supported each other and leaned on each other like this, without any ambiguity, but there was a warmth and intimacy that outsiders would envy.

Another page of Chinese Confucianism was turned, and Hua Qi was dissatisfied, "You read so fast? What is this page about?"

It only takes a few tens of seconds to turn to these two pages.He didn't believe he had seen it all.

Huayu Confucianism smiled, and there was a gleam of confidence in his brows and eyes:

"Sang Yu, the son of the royal family, was living among the people. Doctor Guanglu got the news and wanted to deceive the Holy Majesty because of his personal interests."

The logic of these words is clear, concise and clear, and they can speak well in ancient Chinese, but Hua Qi was surprised: "Can you speed read?"

"Well," said Huayu Confucianism, "want to learn?"

Hua Qi held his head, frowned in a pretentious manner, and said: "--headache."

Hua Yuru smiled, and didn't force himself, he lifted Hua Qi's hand, rubbed his head, and continued to read.But the speed of turning the book has slowed down a lot.

Hua Qi followed suit. In such a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere, his reading speed improved a lot. Some of the words he couldn't recognize for a while, he could guess the meaning of the words by jumping and guessing. After all, it should be his Mandarin The fastest time to read.

Is it because there is this person by my side?

He couldn't help having such thoughts.

Every time a page is turned, it is almost the same time as he finished it, and he can't help turning his head to look at the person beside him.The Chinese-speaking Confucian looked at the book intently, without moving his eyebrows.But why is it so good?

Yes, why is it so good that he can cure his illness?

It's really wicked.

A few days later, Hua Qi was woken up by Manda's international call in the morning.

There was a lot of gossip over there.Hua Qi was in a daze, unable to digest a word.After the other side finished talking, he rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked vaguely, "Amanda, is there a result?"

"Fuck the result!" Hua Qi automatically translated the other party's words into Chinese like this.It was rare that Manda went berserk, so he simply let her vent:

"Did you not take this exam seriously at all? Did you actually use watercolor to paint ink? Your brain was kicked by a donkey?"

Hua Qi felt that his English-Chinese translation was about to reach the full level, and he was a little complacent.

"Qi, you are very talented, we all admit it, but it's too risky for you to do this, do you understand?" Manda vented her anger, and finally began to speak normally.

Hua Qi is holding the phone, her early-rising curly hair is flying up and down in twos and threes, but the expression on her face is serious and pious: "I know. I just think that this is the best way to express my works."

deep sea deep sea.Darkness without light, the deepest despair, the most beautiful encounter.Enchanting and moving to the extreme, but also sinful to the extreme.A heaven, a hell.In this world, the trance and chaos of Taiji and Liangyi are all in it.

It is rendered in monochrome with the feeling of ink painting, which is most suitable for expressing this kind of contradiction.The big sound has no sound, but the elephant has no shape.Often the most complicated things are also extremely simple.

Hua Qi tried his best to translate this idea and explained it.Manda was silent for a while, then smiled suddenly: "Qi, I don't know when you have such a deep study of Chinese Taoism? But," she turned around, "Aren't the old monsters here Too accepting of this kind of Chinese philosophy. You'd better be prepared..."

What to do to prepare is self-evident.Although Hua Qi had the vigor of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers when he first decided on this painting method, his heart sank after hearing Manda's words now.

After all, he didn't want to see bad results.

Huayuru woke up early, came back from the shower, and saw his expression, he was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Hua Qi held the phone in his hand and flipped it left and right: "Manda said to prepare me to fail the exam."

Chinese Confucianism: "..."

Failed?

Does it mean that you can't get into the preparatory class of the University of Chicago?

He thought something was wrong, Hua Qi's expression was as if the sky had fallen.

Rubbed her face and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm still here, I'll take care of you."

Hua Qi endured it.

Still throwing a pillow: "Who wants you to raise it!?..."

But... inexplicably relieved.So I still have a smile on my face.

......

Facts have proved that our Xiaohua Shao still doesn't need to be a little boy who relies on his face to make a living.In the middle of the month, news came from Manda.Maybe because he was busy, Manda directly sent him the E-mail letter from the University of Chicago:

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Dear Mr. Hua Qi, we are pleased to inform you that you have passed the preparatory examination... The specific admission information and time are listed in the attachment, please read carefully...Welcome to the preparatory class of the University of Chicago Your join!

Hua Qi felt a little trembling when he read the email. He read the short letter over and over again, and couldn't believe it just happened like this.He even suspected that Manda used his relationship to open the back door for him.But this is obviously impossible.Imanda's temperament.

So that's really passed.

Happy, besides happy or happy, there seems to be no other words to describe his feelings at this time.

Hua Qi spent two days calming down the excitement and excitement, and then, went back to school.

Of course, it is impossible to go to class, but to go through some procedures required for transfer and going abroad.Huayuru offered to help him, but he refused. He still wanted to come and visit in person.

When Lao Luo saw the letter he brought from the University of Chicago, he was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear:

"When I first met you, I knew that you were not a fish in the pool, and now you really have great promise!"

Lao Luo was in front, leading him to the office of the academic affairs department, not forgetting to turn around and talk to him.

With a steady smile on Hua Qi's face, he thought to himself: Isn't it you who scolded me for half an hour to make no progress?

However, the smile on Lao Luo's face did not seem to be fake, he was really happy for him.In fact, Lao Luo is still good.It's just too worried about the students' learning.

No way, the domestic environment is like this.

The people in the academic affairs department are also very polite. They have greeted them before, so they just come to get some certificates and documents.

After finishing the formalities, he said goodbye to Lao Luo's "parents' short-lived". Hua Qi came out of the office building. Noisy, the forest to the west is still gray and gray, making the background color for the playground.

The environment seems to be the same as it was at the beginning, but it seems that something is different.

It's the state of mind.

The boy's half-length hair fluttered in the morning breeze, and his delicate and handsome face was covered with a golden layer by the sunlight.

What you want to pursue seems to be in your hands.

The road to the future is already at your feet.

For the rest, just go on step by step.With that person, together.

Different countries are of the same heart and go hand in hand.

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The author has something to say:

Finish the text in time for the end of today, to meet the scene, and there will be more after that.

I hope this point can catch up with a certain cute hot pot (O^~^O) haha

Happy New Years Eve to everyone~＞▽＜