The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

Sapphire case

Hou Yan's injuries were recovering well, he stayed in the hospital for about half a month, and then he moved back to his small apartment.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Hou Qi wanted Hou Jia to move back to the villa, but Hou Jia politely declined.It's not that there is any internal entanglement, it's just that the Hou family's old house is too far away from his school, and it's inconvenient for him to go to school.

Hou Qi didn't say much about Hou Jia's decision, he just bought a lot of things for his apartment with extra care, and urged him to call home every day.Hou Yan naturally agreed.

Family is very precious, Hou Jia has never had it, so Hou Qi is even more important.He couldn't fully accept this brother all at once, and then get along like a family member who grew up together.However, it is a blood relationship that has been parted continuously, and Hou Jia has always collected it properly and treated it devoutly.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, a person who surprised Hou Jia came.Li Siheng stood outside his ward early, and after exchanging a few simple greetings with Hou Qi, he helped the two brothers carry the salute downstairs.

These days, Li Siheng didn't come to see Hou Jia very often, but he did come three or five times.Hou Yan didn't have any ill feeling toward this silent man himself, but after receiving the original owner's scattered memory fragments, his feelings for Li Siheng became particularly complicated.

Although it's not that I don't know how to deal with myself, it's awkward after all.

Fortunately, Li Siheng is also a taciturn man, the two of them concealed their respective concerns, but they can still get along normally, nodding to each other.

After some twists and turns, it was almost October when Hou Jia stepped into Xuanda University.

Xuanda's reputation in the painting world is somewhat subtle. It is not a well-known higher art institution. On the contrary, Xuanda has always kept a low profile to the outside world, and because of the small number of applicants, the admission scores are not as scary as other centuries-old institutions.

However, only Xuanda students can experience it. Many of the teachers who teach them are contemporary well-known or not-so-famous artists.Be an artist, not a painter.These old people tacitly regard Xuanda as a place for the elderly. In addition to the normal teaching on weekdays, they will also look for suitable seedlings and focus on training them.

When the original owner chose this school, it can be said that Hou Qi put a lot of thought into it.

Xuanda is in Yucheng, where the Hou family is located, and Yucheng is located at the junction of the north and the south.So in October, it is not as dry and cold as in the north, nor as humid and hot as in the south.

On the day Hou Yan entered school, the weather was perfect.Because of the injury, he missed the military training.The boy with a snow-white complexion looked particularly eye-catching among a group of men and women who had been ravaged by military training.There are not many people in his department, and it is divided into two classes, and the number of people in each class is even more pitiful.

When Hou Yan entered the classroom, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

There are only fifteen students in the class, seven girls and eight boys, which is quite balanced.At this moment, there was still more than half an hour before the class, and seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on Hou Jia, the class leader simply coaxed him to come to the stage to introduce himself.

Hou Jia shrugged, indicating that there was no pressure.Walking up to the podium, he grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.Then, the pinyin is habitually marked.

There is no way, his name is too strange.

The boy's fingers were white, and the chalk was held in his hand, almost blending with his fingers.But his handwriting is full of taste, with a slight upward slope, but the last stroke is extremely heavy.It's not self-contained free and easy, but follows the structure of lower case and outlines his own style in strict strokes.

"Hou Yan." He put the chalk in his hand in the pencil case on the podium table, and read his name lightly.Then, he walked back to his seat and sat down.There are no extra words, but the whole body seems to be surrounded by a natural nobility.

Only Hou Yan knew in his heart how much... he could pretend at this moment.He made up n more president's articles overnight, what would he say?Practice repeatedly in front of the mirror to make yourself less funny, what would he say?Forcibly supporting the demeanor of a wealthy and noble son, but secretly showing off cuteness and rolling around to force him to refuse Hou Qi to drive him to school, he!meeting!explain!what!

Hou Jia knew that he had been branded by the Hou family.And the words Yucheng Hou's family are definitely not just words.Every child of the Hou family is obliged to support the dignity of the family.He no longer represents a person, his words and deeds represent his entire family.Hou Yan never had a family, nor did he ever have a family member, but his old man also told him these principles.

Although, the old man's original words were, it's fine for you little bastard to have no father or mother, and you don't need to be poor to support your family's face, and your descendants are responsible, just be silly and happy every day.

The students present obviously did not expect Hou Yan's self-introduction to be so concise, but when they realized it, Hou Yan had already sat down at an empty table.

Several female students gathered together to discuss in a low voice, while the remaining few boys looked at each other, and some of them lowered their heads.The squad leader smiled, rubbed the back of his head, and teased Hou Jia, "My buddy is concise enough, cool."

Hou Yan also smiled back.

The young man's curved eyebrows and eyes instantly narrowed the distance between him and the people around him.In less than 15 minutes, someone in the class had keenly discovered that this enthusiastic student was not arrogant, it was clearly due to the low speed of the Internet, so he was always in a state of no connection to the server.

In other words, be natural.

If you stay deep, you will be cute naturally. The prerequisite for the realization of this sentence is to look at the face.Hou Yan's new skin naturally looks good, so he got along with the classmates around him instantly.

University is not as easy as many people imagine. At least, in Xuanda, the class bell is an order.When the class bell rang, the students who had been chatting and laughing around Hou Jia just now returned to their seats in an instant.This class is sketching, and a middle-aged female teacher came in to teach.

When female teachers teach, they are always more meticulous than male teachers.What's more, Hou Yan is not completely without foundation, and it is still easy to keep up with the courses.However, this could not cover up his lack of skills. When the work was handed in, the female teacher saw his weakness with a venomous look.

"If you want to pass the course, you should really learn something." In front of the whole class, the teacher didn't show him any affection.

Hou Yan could only secretly rejoice that it was him who was here today, if it was the original owner, with that delicate and slender temperament, he might hide somewhere and cry when he met such a ruthless teacher.Hou Yan met the female teacher's stern gaze, and smiled at her, "Teacher, I want to learn something real."

The boy's speech was clear and innocent.It's like a child next door begging for candy from an adult, stubborn but soft-hearted.However, the teacher turned the pen around and nodded.Then he took out a blank sheet of paper from the side, and wrote half of the sheet in an eloquent manner.

Passing the paper in her hand to Hou Jia, the female teacher continued to approve the next person's homework.

Hou Yan lowered his head to look carefully, and the teacher listed the bibliography on half a sheet of paper.It was easy to understand what the teacher meant. Hou Yan bent over to the teacher, said "Thank you teacher" in a low voice, then turned and walked out.

The female teacher looked up and forgot about him, and finally told her to "read it before the next class." Art students' courses are a bit loose, and the next sketch class should be a week away.

Hou Yan nodded and wanted to go straight to the library.The squad leader quickly stopped him, smiled, approached Hou Jia, and said in a low voice, "Brother, lend us that book list."

Without further ado, Hou Yan handed the teacher the list of books to the class monitor.The squad leader was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Hou Yan to be so forthright.When he was pushed out by everyone just now, he was also unwilling.After all, there are many people who keep this kind of obvious "small stove" secretive, and rashly approach it. It will be light to be rejected, and it is very likely that they will be ridiculed.

There are very few people who are as happy as Hou Jia.So little that even the squad leader didn't expect it.

Seeing that the monitor hadn't taken the book list for a long time, Hou Jia looked at the monitor suspiciously, then simply stuffed the book list into his hand, bypassed him, and continued to walk towards the door.

The squad leader got excited, raised the book list towards the door, and shouted loudly, "Hey, Xiao Jiuer, the book list! You don't want it anymore?" They act as buddies.But he only started to call Hou Jia Xiao Jiu'er, such a nondescript address, but it was the beginning of the friendship between the two of them.

Because sometimes the friendship between men is so strange.A word can open a door, and a glass of wine can pierce a city.

Hou Yan had already walked out the door, and when he heard someone shouting loudly in the room, he turned his head away quickly.Stretching out a finger and pointing to his own head, Hou Yan smiled and replied to the class monitor, "I remember it all. You can use it." Then, regardless of his expression, he walked out.

There are about [-] books with half a page of titles. If you only need to remember the titles, it is not difficult.When he was an apprentice, he often had to memorize all kinds of complicated patterns by heart, and he couldn't remember any mistakes.In contrast, those words with logic are much easier for him.

When Hou Yan arrived at the library, there were still very few people in the library.The upper limit of the student card is that you can borrow five books.Therefore, he first borrowed five copies.Hou Jia had no class in the afternoon, so he lowered his head and thought about it, and finally decided to go home and read.The self-study room of Xuanda University is also very complete, but with some professional knowledge, it really needs a completely quiet environment to study carefully by one person.

As a result, Hou Jia's life suddenly became quiet.Different from the sensuality of the wealthy son in his original idea, his own life can be said to be without any disturbances.Except for class, he devoted all his time to those two dozen books.In the first five books, Hou Yan seemed to feel the hostility of the big universe, and a lot of unclear professional terms kept coming and going.

Hou Yan didn't have anyone to ask for help, so he could only search a little bit by himself. Fortunately, after getting through the first five books, the following books became much easier to understand, otherwise Hou Yan really wasn't sure if he could finish reading it.

Later, the female teacher took out the picture he had drawn in his first class and began to revise it in front of him.Then draw again and modify again.Under this harsh attack, Hou Jia's sketching level has improved by leaps and bounds.

Busy days seem to fly by so quickly.When Hou Qi called Hou Jia to go home, Hou Jia realized that he hadn't been home for half a month.He repeatedly agreed to Hou Qi's request that he go home and finish his meal, and Hou Yan started to run wildly after class.

Not long after, the old house of the Hou family was very close to Hou Jia.