The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

forty.Return to the homeland.

The trip to Myanmar came to an end after the auction.It was nearly September, and Hou Qi and his party finally set out on their way home.

For Hou Qi and Li Siheng, September is a new trading season.For Hou Yan, the most direct impact of September is that he will start school soon.

He returns to school at the end of August.

Just as daunting as Xuanda is its surprisingly high failure rate.Hou Yan barely escaped failing the exam, so he hurriedly made up his homework at home until the 31st.And Shen Yuan was not as lucky as him. The make-up exam week was two weeks, and the two subjects Shen Yuan failed were in the latter week. Even so, he still had to return to school a week earlier.

It's not all bad either.The mighty army of make-up exams has brought about the circulation of news, the adjustment of new teaching plans, the reform and changes of lecturers, etc., and even the canteen aunt has been replaced by a beautiful sister, which has become a topic for students to vent their stress.

When Hou Yan came to the school, he had finally finished two make-up exams, and Shen Yuan, who was almost peeled off, pulled him excitedly to talk about the topics that were hotly discussed on campus recently.

——This semester, they will have a new sculpture teacher, and this sculpture teacher is an English gentleman.

Some of the girls who had met him even gossiped about it. This teacher was probably of noble blood, and the demeanor he showed in his gestures was like that of an aristocrat who came out of the [-]th century.

The fantasies of women when they were nympho, Hou Yan has never been taken seriously.But with Shen Yuan sparing no effort in rambling in his ears, and the girl's chattering voices as he walked on the road, Hou Yan couldn't help feeling a little curious about this legendary teacher.

He never hides that he is a layman, because the homework is not heavy at the beginning of the school year, and the people around him are busy with make-up exams, so when he is extremely bored, he finds an excuse to find his sketch teacher, the real purpose , but to take a look at the legendary aristocratic sculpture teacher in the office of the sketch teacher.

On the first day of September, the teachers had not all returned to school.Although Xuanda starts school on September [-]st, according to the usual practice, teachers have the privilege to return to school before September [-]rd.

Last semester, Hou Yan was specially "taken care of" by the sketch teacher for a long time because of his weak foundation, so he was quite familiar with going to the office and so on.There is only one wall between the sketching office and the sculpture office. The height of the second floor means that waiting does not need to take the elevator.

The office building is an old building at the beginning of the school, but it is durable.Because of the age of the wooden spiral ladder, there will be a slight noise when stepping on it.The wooden planks on the steps have already had a few wooden bars due to the erosion of the years. Although they have lost their luster, they are filled with a simple and simple taste.

This quaintness made Hou Yan feel cautious and pious every time he stepped up the stairs.He respects time, because no one can resist time.He also understands that when time really wants to take something away, we can only let go.

The door of the sculpture office was locked, and Hou Yan was a little embarrassed.This kind of visit without an appointment, the chance of finding the person he is looking for is very small, not to mention that he really did not have any pursuit of art this time, but to satisfy his own curiosity, and returned without success. To be expected.

The boy was making a final attempt. He grabbed the silver handle with his long and slender fingers and tried to press it down twice, but the final result was that it was still stuck.Shrugging helplessly, Hou Yan prepared to return.

"what's up?"

Hou Jia only felt a voice coming from behind him. This voice was very standard Mandarin, with a very light nasal sound. Although the words were very common, they somehow made him feel familiar.

Turn around suddenly.

Behind him is a blond-haired young man with a slender and tall figure. He is wearing suit pants with a straight line and a casual white shirt on his upper body.Not as meticulous as when we first met, this time, two buttons on his neckline were unbuttoned, exposing a small piece of skin at the neckline.

It was bloodless white, but not sick.

And his cuffs were untied and rolled up to his elbows.The lines of the arms are smooth and gentle, and there are no exaggerated muscle tangles, nor is it weak like a scholar.

Hou Yan's gaze quickly swept from his elbow to the raised wrist bone, and finally landed on a small white stain between the man's index fingers.Sculpture is the content of the next semester, but he will not be unfamiliar with plaster. He can tell at a glance that what is stuck to this person's hand is dry plaster.

Seeing Hou Yan looking at him, Leonkers didn't mind either.He took out a handkerchief from the chest of the shirt, first wiped off the sticky fingers, then folded the handkerchief again, and carefully wiped off the stains on his hands.

"Leon...Mr. Kex?" Hou Yan finally came to his senses.The man in front of him is very familiar. In fact, it is difficult for anyone who has seen Leonkers to forget him.Hou Yan's pause was not because he couldn't remember Leonkers himself, but because, as a pure Chinese, he really couldn't remember the names of foreigners, especially the names that had been transliterated messily.

Leonkers smiled, and held out a hand to Hou Jia.

Just when Hou Yan thought that Leonkers was about to shake hands with him, and was about to extend a hand, Leonkers suddenly withdrew that hand, turned to stroke his chest, and bowed slightly, "See you again Alright, um...young master." His pause was just right, as if he had forgotten how to pronounce the word "Hai".

In fact, it was just because Leonkers preferred the title "Master" to the unfamiliar Master Hou.It's just that I don't want Hou Yan to know about these small thoughts for the time being.He has been waiting for a suitable opportunity, an opportunity where he can justifiably take Hou Jia as his master and serve as his deacon.

Hou Yan was taken aback by such solemn etiquette, and unconsciously took a step back, bumping into the handle behind him just in time.His waist is sensitive, although the force of this stroke is not heavy, it still hurts Hou Yan.With a soft "hiss...", Hou Yan waved his hand at Leonkers a little embarrassingly.

"Mr. Leonkers is too polite, just call me Hou Jia. Speaking of which, why did you think of coming to our school to be a teacher? Isn't the treatment at the auction house not good?" Waist, Hou Yan began to chat with Leonkers with great interest.After all, the purpose of his coming to the office this time was to see this new sculpture teacher.

Since we are acquaintances, there is no need to ask about the origin, it is better to talk about the past together.

Leonkers laughed. "Hou..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped in distress, opened his mouth a few times, and finally stroked his forehead, and said to Hou Jia apologetically, "Sorry, my Chinese is not very good, so I'd better ask the young master to speak fluently. "

Hou Jia was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, sorry, I forgot this. Hou Jia or something is indeed a bit convoluted. Then you can call it whatever you want, it's just a name anyway. .”

Leonkers smiled and rolled his eyes, took out the key from his right trousers pocket to open the office door, made a "please" gesture, and said to Hou Jia, "Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Hou Jia hesitated for a moment.

"Come in, I'm preparing afternoon tea, and, you don't have class this afternoon, right?" Blinking his eyes, Leonkers hugged Hou Yan's shoulders and embraced him into the room.

Don't be surprised at all, Leonkers can memorize all the timetables.There was no suspense at all, Hou Jia's eyes lit up when he heard the word "afternoon tea".During the trip to Myanmar, apart from all kinds of beautiful rough stones, what left the deepest impression on Hou Yan was the delicious breakfast and all kinds of delicious desserts.

Although in Hou Yan's heart, those delicious food had nothing to do with Leonkers, but once he thought about it, Hou Yan felt... I still miss it.Since it's such a coincidence, it shouldn't be a problem to have an afternoon tea with acquaintances, right?So, after a symbolic refusal, Hou Yan sat opposite Leonkers.

The moment he entered the office, Hou Yan was slightly surprised.He has never entered the Sculpture Office, but he has walked past the door of the Sculpture Office before, and has glimpsed the crowded scene inside.The standard configuration of four teachers in one office, but because it is full of various sculptures, there is almost no place to step down.

At this time, the entire office seemed to have been renovated. A rattan shelf was erected by the window, with long vines hanging down from it.Three of the four tables facing each other were removed, and the remaining one was placed by the window, and the sculpture was no longer placed in the empty space, but a coffee table, coffee table There are three sofa-like chairs on the side, and the fine patterns on them show the elegant European style.

Obviously, this is a one-person office.

As if feeling Hou Yan's surprise, Leonkers served the mellow black tea, and said softly, "Our school has received an investment, and the teacher's office has been expanded. Now all the teachers in the art department have an office for each person. .” What Leonkers didn’t say was that this investment came from the Leonkers family.

Embarrassed by being seen through, Hou Yan picked up the teacup and took a big gulp to break away the awkward atmosphere between the two of them.

Not as bitter as imagined, Leonkers' black tea is extremely smooth in the mouth, and there seems to be a hint of sweetness lingering on the tip of the tongue.Just the right amount of sweetness, very suitable for Hou Jia's appetite.

Seeing that Hou Yan liked it, Leonkers turned around to serve dessert with confidence.Today's dessert is a fruit tart, without cream and too much sugar.Hou Ji has eaten too much sweets recently, and Leonkers intends to control his intake of sweets.After all, what a deacon should do is to take good care of the master's daily life.

In the fruit tart there are Hou Li's favorite lychees, which have been shelled and cored, and cut into beautiful shapes.Therefore, although he was not very satisfied, Hou Jia didn't have too many complaints.

Leonkers gently pulled away the chair opposite Hou Jia, picked up a cup of black tea, and watched Hou Jia eat with a smile.The aroma of black tea permeates this afternoon, warm and sweet.

If it weren't for the sound of the doorknob being turned, Leonkers would almost feel that time would stand still like this.The door door slammed softly, and a man paced slowly against the unglamorous afternoon sun.The sunlight elongated his shadow, like a long sword being unsheathed inch by inch, bit by bit cutting through the sticky air between Leonkers and Hou Jia.

Leonkers stood up.

He knew this man, whose name was:

Li Siheng.

The author has something to say: long time, old, new, new~~~~~~

Uncle covered his face and ran away...

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