Standing there and watching the taxi go away and gradually disappear from sight, Wen Quyi did not look back for a long time.
Until a burst of melodious music penetrated into his ears. It was a piano piece that he had played so many times that he knew it by heart. The melody was soft and graceful with a touch of graceful sadness, like a simple girl truly praying for her future. Same wish.
Looking away from the distance, he raised his hand and took out the phone in his pocket. When he saw the name displayed on the screen, his eyebrows frowned slightly unconsciously.
"Hello." He put the phone to his ear, his eyes naturally drooped, and the young man's fair and gentle face was covered with an unnoticeable shadow.
On the other end of the phone, a woman's gentle voice sounded: "Xiaoyi, have you finished it over there? When will you be back?"
After a moment of silence, Wen Quyi said softly: "I won't go back."
"What?" the woman exclaimed, and quickly realized the problem, "Is it because of Yu Mian?"
The drooping eyelashes trembled suddenly, and a look of pain flashed across the young man's dark pupils. He took a deep breath, as if this could suppress the messy thoughts in his heart.
"Mom, I promised you before to accept the admission notice from the Manister Conservatory of Music, but you also promised me that as long as I finish college, I can come back to be with her."
Wen Quyi whispered, her voice broken by the howling autumn wind, "She is dead... I regret it very much, why did I leave in the first place, it would have been better if I stayed in x city to accompany her... Mom, I really, I really regret it. I had a dream last night. On the day I got the admission notice, we were walking under the camphor tree. I didn’t say I was going abroad. I told her I liked her..."
His tone was calm without any fluctuation, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, without any change in expression on his face. Even though he said he regretted it, his expression was blank.
Wen's mother was choked up. As a mother, she knew her children very well. She could feel how sad the boy on the other end of the phone was now.
"Okay, mom promises you. Mom will handle the transfer procedures for you here. Can we go back to city x?"
Wen Quyi turned around, walked back slowly, and thanked her softly: "Thank you, mom."
When he reached the downstairs of the community, his eyes froze when he touched something on the ground. I saw a reddish-brown pendant lying quietly on the ground where the corner of the stairs connected with the corridor. Wen Quyi leaned down and picked up the pendant, holding it on his fingertips to examine it carefully.
This is a small reddish-brown wooden square sign. One side of the sign is engraved with the word "peace", and the other side is only a simple word "Yu". The pattern on the wooden sign is meticulously carved, feels delicate and thick, and smells good. There is a delicate fragrance, and there is a bunch of small tassels of the same color hanging under the pendant, which is exquisite and elegant.
Rubbing the word "Yu" on the card with his fingertips, listening to his mother's worried call in his ears, Wen Quyi put the small wooden card into his pocket and said warmly: "Mom, you can go out to play with Dad, I will You can take care of yourself.”
"Don't worry, I won't do stupid things. Can you send me what I need? It just so happened that my tutor recommended Professor Chu Feng from the School of Art to me some time ago. I can study with him in the future."
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Sitting in the car on the way back, Yu Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I took out my phone, which I hadn't touched all morning, and unlocked it with my fingerprint. Two unread WeChat messages popped up in the status bar.
Dead Face: [Recommended business card]
Dead Face: This is the tutor’s WeChat account. Contact him yourself and tell him if you have any questions.
Yu Mian blinked, recalling what her brother Yu Xing said before going out in the morning, and suddenly couldn't help but feel a black line.
It turns out that this dead face is a note from the original body to his brother. I have to say that it does fit Yu Xing's cold and expressionless image, but it's also really rude.
Anyway, with Yu Mian's personality, he couldn't do such a thing as giving others nicknames.
Perhaps it is related to her own experience. She has appeared to be more mature and steady than her peers since she was a child, so she is often given the position of monitor by teachers.
Students on campus like to give their classmates nicknames, but Yu Mian has never done this. She always feels that it is impolite.
When I was studying before, some people said that she was too serious and could not even joke, but she just smiled and said nothing.
She didn't reply to Yu Xing, but clicked on Yu Xing's WeChat profile picture, preparing to change the note first.
I’m having trouble making new notes again. What should I change
elder brother? A bit too ordinary.
Oni-chan? Yu Xing? Big brother? Brother
She thought about it for a few seconds, and finally wrinkled her nose and changed it to "brother."
Brother-sama sounds a little playful and a little affectionate, which also represents her true hope that one day she can become close to her brother.
After changing the note, she went back and sent a message to "Brother".
Mianmian: Got it~Thank you, brother o(>ω< )o
After replying, she clicked on the business card that was pushed to her, and first looked at the tutor's basic information.
The other party's WeChat nickname is "Shang Shang", and his avatar is a black and white Chinese style ink painting. There is a large blank space in the painting, only a row of low mountains, a small boat and a small figure.
The mountains are light, and the water is also light. Only the lone boat and a few figures are stained with deep thick ink, just like a drop of ink dripping into the paper, painting a thick and colorful stroke, directly from the eyes of the viewer Imprinted into my heart.
Yu Mian stared at the painting for a long time, and when he regained consciousness again, it was already ten minutes later.
She has been studying Chinese painting on her own, so she naturally has the ability to appreciate this type of painting. She can also see that the painting on this avatar is not the online picture that ordinary people like to use, but the work of someone who has real skills in Chinese painting.
Was this painting painted by the new teacher
Such an idea naturally came to mind, and the more Yu Mian thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
After all, she learned painting on her own, and the teacher her brother found for her must also be someone who learns painting. She just doesn’t know what kind of person this teacher is. If this painting is really painted by him, Yu Mian wonders. Become his teacher.
Because of such an avatar, Yu Mian was deeply curious about the tutor she had not yet met, and couldn't help but want to meet this teacher as soon as possible.
And at the moment when she was sitting in the car going home, full of unlimited expectations for the future, she didn't know that there was a topic on the Internet that was climbing the hot search list at an extremely fast speed.
Mu Lan, also known as Shen Hai, a senior online fan of Lin Jianshen, was so angry that her cheeks turned red while she was holding her cell phone, and her eyes almost burst into flames.
"Ah why! Why did you give likes to that woman! Obviously I also posted the lucky draw, okay!! I posted twice as much as that woman! Why didn't he give me likes? I don't accept it!! !”
The self-possessed Miss Mulan grabbed the pillow and beat it hard. Her face was full of gnashing teeth and resentment, and her usual elegance and dignity could no longer be seen.
The voice of her best friend Li Qingtong rang on the phone, comforting her and saying: "Don't be sad, Lanlan. Kapok is Shenshen's first fan after all. It's normal to have some feelings after so many years. We don't have to worry, your family is not planning to find someone." For product endorsements, I think you can find Shen Shen to shoot for this endorsement, and then you can take the opportunity to let him see you."
Hearing what she said, Mu Lan's face gradually improved. She thought for a while and said, "Yes, you are right. As long as I pay enough, Shen Shen will see me sooner or later! I will tell my father this right now." For one thing, we can also set the shooting location at my home, so that we can have close contact with Shen Shen... "
As Mu Lan spoke, these pictures seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but laugh happily, "That poor guy Kapok, so what if he won the lottery, can he give an endorsement to Shen Shen! Humph!"
The author has something to say: Sorry, I was too busy at work yesterday and stopped updating for a day. I started to resume today~