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On the second day in Beijing, Tong Yu took Celio to Haidian.

Wang Chengyi heard from Fu Ruibai that Tong Yu had come to Beijing, and strongly urged the three of them to get together for a meal, and the location was set at Changchun Garden, which was the small restaurant where they used to go to eat after the theoretical class in the morning. Hanging pear soup.

Wang Chengyi went to the UK to study art management after graduating from a bachelor's degree. Now she is a well-known curator, a typical urban elite.

Now when we meet each other, his appearance hasn't changed much, and he dresses very simply and casually when he goes out for appointments.

Fu Ruibai and Wang Chengyi chatted about the past in a few words, Tong Yu quietly listened to their reminiscences while drinking pear soup, and picked a nut shrimp for Celio from time to time.

After the meal, a few people walked and chatted along Xuefu Road, and when they were about to walk to the main entrance of T University without knowing it, Tong Yu pulled Celio to stop in time.

"I won't go for the school celebration." Tong Yu lowered his head and said, "Take him to the Summer Palace in a while."

Fu Ruibai went to see Wang Chengyi, and Wang Chengyi gave her a wry smile.

Fu Ruibai could only sigh, and reached out to pull Tong Yu's sweater sleeve. "Small domain..."

"After the clarification of the matter back then, the school failed to contact you. The teachers in our department felt very guilty. The director has always missed you... Let's go to the school to see."

Tong Yu pursed his lips and did not answer.

Fu Ruibai shook his arm again, and said, "Peng Liu has a performance at the school celebration party tonight, can you accompany me to see it?"

Still bored and did not answer.

After a while, Tong Yu spoke in a low voice, saying that he didn't have an alumni card, so he couldn't enter the school gate.

Wang Chengyi took the opportunity to interject: "Didn't Song Rou go to school and get you one?"

Tong Yu raised his eyes to look at Wang Chengyi, his dark pupils were half covered by his eyelids.Wang Chengyi consciously shut up.

A few days ago, Tong Yu did receive an alumni card at his home in City C. It was a purple one, a thin one, and put it in the courier bag together with the school celebration invitation letter, and it was written in T in the place of delivery.

But this time when he came to Beijing, he really didn't intend to go to the school celebration. The invitation letter and alumni card were collected by him in the corner of the drawer as soon as he received it, let alone bring it with him.

Fu Ruibai said: "It's okay, we both brought them. You should be able to go in after you register."

Celio gently touched the back of Tong Yu's hand, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Yu, I want to go to T University as well." He rolled his big eyes and said, "I want to come to T University to study in the future."

When we arrived at the main gate of T University, several people lined up in the alumni channel.Just as he was about to reach the turnstile, a tall man wearing a black pot hat and mask came out of the guard room next to him, lazily putting his pockets in his pockets.

The pot hat and the mask cover the whole person tightly, revealing a pair of narrow eyes.

But Tong Yu knew it was Song Rou with his ass.

Song Rou came over, and Tong Yu saw his beautiful eyes under the basin hat bent.Song Rou took Celio with her left hand and Tong Yu with her right hand, and was about to pull them into the school gate.

Tong Yu glared at him, and retracted his hand. "I'm going to register."

Song Rou chuckled and pushed him directly in front of the gate.

Tong Yu looked at the electronic screen in a panic, the green scanning line slid from top to bottom, he held his breath and waited for the turnstile to turn red to call the police.

The green light 'thump' came on, the wing gates on both sides retracted, and the door opened.

Tong Yu was pushed into the school by Song Rou in a daze, and he didn't ask Song Rou until he reached the alumni center: "Why can I open the door with my face?"

Song Rou squeezed his face and said, "Just today, the alumni who made an appointment for the school celebration can still open the door with a swipe."

Tong Yu knocked off Song Rou's hand, and said with a straight face, "I haven't graduated yet, what kind of alumni are I?"

Song Rou bent her eyes and didn't answer the words, then stretched out her hand to pull his forearm, and walked to the shed of the Art Academy.A reception volunteer with dreadlocks stood up from a plastic chair and asked enthusiastically if they wanted to check in.

Song Rou nodded.

"Excuse me, what is your grade, major and name?" Another volunteer raised his head from behind the thick roster in front of him.

"Level 15 Composition Department, 201513180101 Song Ruan, Grade 15 Oil Painting Department, 201513090101 Tong Yu."

The volunteer yawned and flipped through the roster, and suddenly realized something after turning two pages.She raised her head and supported the frame of the mirror, staring at Song Rou again and again.

"Song... Song Rou?"

Song Rou took off the mask, gestured softly to the two girls, then nodded with a smile: "He and I didn't bring alumni cards, but you should be able to trust me."

"I believe. I really, really believe in you." The girl started to stutter immediately after seeing Song Rou's face. She looked down for a long time before finding Song Rou Tongyu's name, and ticked the back.

Then she reached out and pushed the girl with long braids standing next to her, and ordered, "Two pieces of xxl."

The girl with long braids didn't move, she stood still and stared blankly at Song Rou.The sitting one poked her arm again. "Hurry up, two xxl."

The standing girl finally realized, "Oh, oh, right now, wait a moment."

She turned around and bowed, took out two red paper bags from the big cardboard box at the back and handed them to Song Rou Tongyu, and introduced, "This is the school badge, commemorative gold coins, alumni t-shirts and mineral water."

After handing over the paper bag, the two girls stood in front of Song Rou, rubbing their hands shyly and embarrassingly.

Song Rou thought it was fun and asked them, "Want to sign?"

The two girls nodded frantically when they heard the sound, and the girl with braids covered her face and said, "The two of us are also from the composition department. I usually like to listen to your songs the most and regard you as a professional idol."

"That's still a direct junior," Song Rou nodded, "Where do you sign?"

"On the clothes!! On the t-shirts!" The two girls pulled up the corners of their clothes at the same time and smiled at each other knowingly.

Song Rou took out a marker pen from the pen holder on the table, lowered her head and signed on the two girls' cultural shirts.

Coming out of the alumni center, Fu Ruibai and Wang Chengyi proposed to go back to the college for a visit.Four adults and one child were walking on the road, and on the way they ran into the T Army Band who was on tour.

Arriving at the entrance of the college office, Song Rou saw Tong Yu's tutor with a big belly running out of the office in a short while.

She looks much thinner than she used to, with thinner cheeks.A camellia brooch was pinned to the black cashmere coat, and her hair was neatly arranged. She was still capable and elegant.

The counselor hugged Fu Ruibai and Wang Chengyi respectively, and became a little nervous when they walked in front of Tong Yu.She was a little agitated, and her breath was very unstable. "Xiaoyu... When did Xiaoyu come back?"

Tong Yu was also restrained, stood upright, clasped his hands together, and replied very seriously: "I came back last year, and it's been almost a year since I came back."

The counselor asked again: "Will you continue to draw?"

Tong Yu nodded. "I've been drawing."

"Just keep painting," the female counselor, who is no longer young, wiped the glistening water from the corner of her eyes with her index knuckles, "The school and the college were sorry for you back then. We are all responsible..."

Tong Yu's body was a little stiff, he shook his head and said to her: "It's all over, you don't have to do this."

The counselor's eye circles were red again, and she lowered her head slightly to try to calm down.Fu Ruibai hurriedly found a pack of tissues from her handbag and handed them to her.

Then there was a rush of footsteps, and the old teacher with half-white hair rushed up from the stairs, and walked straight to the floor when he reached the floor. The sweater he was wearing was stained with paint, and he seemed to have just come out of the studio.

Seeing this, the female counselor raised her hand and patted Tong Yu's shoulder, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Teacher Tang is teaching in the classroom today. I heard that you are here and must come to see you."

Song Rou led Celio to sit on a row of chairs outside the office, letting the teachers and students chat about the old days alone.The two watched from afar the spirited old teacher hugging Tong Yu excitedly, and then kept holding his hand tightly while talking.

Celio rested his chin in boredom and said, "I think your relationship is weird. I just asked Ms. Fu what your relationship is, and she said that you have been bosom friends for many years. Is this an old Chinese saying? What does bosom friend mean?"

Song Rou's eyelids twitched.Thinking that what Fu Ruibai taught was all messed up, she changed the subject and asked him: "Aren't you Italian? How did you become Chinese?"

Celio became angry when he heard this, and complained loudly: "Your confidant said that I was not allowed to go to the Old Summer Palace because I am Italian. What do you think?!"

This morning he pointed to the tourist brochure in the hotel and told Tong Yu that he wanted to go to the Old Summer Palace, but after Tong Yu sternly rejected him, he was depressed until now.

Song Rou was silent for a while after hearing this.

"I think the same as my soulmate."

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The burning of the Old Summer Palace was done by the British and French allied forces in 1860, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded Beijing in 1900 and further destroyed the Old Summer Palace.my Zaprera