Four O’Clock Flower

Chapter 96

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In the graduation season of Lida, the camphor grows like a blanket, and the smell is fresh; the senior graduates return to school one after another, like trying to catch the rain outside the door, and briefly return to the thick and soft cloth curtain under. When you look back, someone will straighten your collar for you and tell you that you are really going to leave this time. No matter how good this place is, it is still an ivory tower without wind and rain. So relaxed and reluctant, there is still a sense of loss.

Qiao Fengtian didn't feel deeply about the word "graduation". For him, the school was only a stepping stone that could lead him to jump into the society; technology and craftsmanship came first. The way of thinking and planning for one's own future is something that Lee University does not teach at all.

It's not that the high school is not good, it's deliberately comparing it to a well-known institution of higher learning to highlight its inferiority. It’s just that the purpose of entering and leaving is different, the difference is huge, and the things they want to seek are also different, so it is impossible to generalize. One is trying to "go on" against all odds, and the other is hoping to "fly up" by spreading its wings.

So all the way, Qiao Fengtian just wanted to do well in a down-to-earth way, and when he met these young and energetic high-caliber students with a promising future, he couldn't help feeling melancholy, and he especially thought of the phrase "shaohua is fleeting". After all, the good and the bad need to be compared and compared, especially in the situation where they have no intention to show you at all, but just exist calmly and objectively in front of your eyes.

Qiao Fengtian was in front of a heather tree, watching a group of men and women taking graduation photos. The few little boys were jokingly beaten and hugged by the girls. The tall boy who took the photo desperately raised the camera, wrapped the SLR belt on his wrist, and shouted in a high voice, "Hold tight! Come on! Is Brother Bao beautiful?!"

"nice!"

While pressing the shutter, "Brother Bao is stupid?!"

"Silly!"

Qiao Fengtian looked very happy, quite inexplicably happy, as long as he ignored the strange and subtle smell of the heather flower behind him.

"Wait for a long time?"

Zheng Siqi put his hand on Qiao Fengtian's left shoulder. Qiao Fengtian turned to the left first, no one was there, he was stunned before turning to the right, "No, just arrived." Qiao Fengtian changed a portable vanity case, looked up and saw that his chin was wet, and his cuffs were folded high. Above the elbow, "So hot?"

Zheng Siqi raised his hand and wiped away the sweat with the back of his hand, "I'm helping to move things, there are so many people."

Qiao Fengtian heard Coke, "Why do your teachers still do this? Shouldn't it be all the clerks of the student union?"

"No way." Zheng Siqi lowered his head and smiled, stopped him by the shoulder, and led him to the direction of the auditorium, "The Humanities Student Union has more women than men, and the girls can't carry them on their shoulders. We invite them to all offices. Hard work."

"It means that the students have a good relationship with you." Zheng Siqi stretched out his hand to help him carry the suitcase, but Qiao Fengtian hid and didn't give it, "We were going to school at that time, and when we saw the teacher, we hid like the King of Hell, and we wished we would be eight battles away from him all day long. "

"It means that your teacher is dignified, we don't." Zheng Siqi touched his chin affectionately, and Qiao Fengtian quickly dodged left and right for fear of being seen, "You said I will try to be an associate professor in the second half of the year, how about a professor next year?"

Qiao Fengtian was stunned for a moment, using an Internet word to describe it, he was not aware of it.

"But... You can, as long as you want." He didn't understand the rules of the process, and he didn't know how difficult it was to evaluate a professional title. He just felt that the moment "Professor" came out, he was quite knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Even if the word "professor" has been ridiculed and played badly for many years, the meaning of respect is already plausible.

"Then if I am rated, will you admire me a little more?"

Qiao Fengtian thought for a while, followed by laughing, and nodded reluctantly, "Yes."

"It will be, it will be."

"Yes." Qiao Fengtian reiterated, fearing that he would not believe it, he nodded his head feigning determination, "Definitely, especially!"

Zheng Siqi was amused by him and climbed up his pole, "How much will you worship more?"

"It's hard to say... I'll wait for you to comment."

"Then if you don't tell me, I have no motivation."

"Is it your impure motive?" Qiao Fengtian teased deliberately, "Shouldn't you be fighting for your own ideals and career for the rest of your life?"

"Okay, look at you, a Miaohong who is devoted to the party."

The sun pulled the two figures into an intimate and slender figure, floating on the deep asphalt road. The trees on both sides were tall and laughing.

What Zheng Siqi brought Qiao Fengtian into was the side door of the Lee Grand Auditorium, and through a narrow corridor, it was the auditorium on the west side. Standing in the door, Qiao Fengtian looked up at the hall with the fluorescent-colored floor lamp in the aisle, and couldn't help but say "corruption."

The auditorium is huge, extraordinarily large, much bigger than the giant-screen cinema hall of Poly that Qiao Fengtian has been to. The auditorium is divided into three floors, the upper and lower floors, and a huge crystal lamp is embedded in the high ceiling. Superimposed outward, there is a bright yellow light that is not dazzling.

Directly in front of the auditorium is a wide stage, behind which hangs a heavy burgundy velvet curtain, which is especially clean, free of dust, and does not look old and unused for a long time. At the top of the curtain is a whole row of skylights, illuminating a group of students wearing badges below, who are coming and going, jumping back and forth, a few debugging microphones, and a few debugging lights.

The two boys who were carrying the ladder in the middle were hanging a nylon banner with the words "The End of the World, Let's Share Humanity and Love". One of them stood in the center of the auditorium, holding a loudspeaker and speaking left and right.

"Go to the backstage dressing room to find Mao Wanjing, the one you saw last time." Zheng Siqi kissed Qiao Fengtian on the cheek while he was not paying attention, then stopped and asked him, "What did you paint?"

Qiao Fengtian touched the corner of his cheek, "I have eczema, so I put on a little baby cream."

"It smells so good." Zheng Siqi leaned over and kissed again, "I'll help them hang a banner, and I'll find you later."

Mao Wanjing was busy spinning like a spinning top, and before the end of the stage was finished, another group of students from the Foreign Han class came to ask her to sign the recommendation letter. Qiao Fengtian was thinking about how to say hello without embarrassment to explain her intention. She was quite familiar with her. Seeing Qiao Fengtian from afar, she greeted her and waved, "Come, come, here, here, here!"

"Mr. Mao." Qiao Fengtian saw that the ball head tied on the top of his head had exploded into a small daisy.

As Mao Wanjing pulled his arm and walked into the dressing room, she asked, "How old are you?"

"Thirty years old."

"My darling?" Mao Wanjing stared, staring at Qiao Fengtian's delicate face in disbelief, "Have you eaten Tang monk meat? I'm two years older than you and look like your aunt. You, Don't call me Teacher Mao, just like Lao Zheng, you can call me Mao Mao or Sister Mao Mao."

Mao Mao, Zheng Siqi calls her Mao Mao. Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but looked at her a few more times.

"Come on girls, the make-up artist that your old male god found for you is here." Mao Wanjing opened the door and shouted, gesturing with her arms to a boy in the corner, "Lead dance come and sit first, first make him, first give his moustache. I shaved first."

The other girls in the room laughed when they heard the sound. A few girls who often went to Qiao Fengtian's shop for haircuts recognized Qiao Fengtian, and after a few words of discussion, they smiled cautiously, and waved their hands to greet him gently. Although Qiao Fengtian couldn't recognize it completely, he nodded at them and put the makeup case in his hand on the dressing table in front of the mirror.

The boy who led the dance was especially shy, and he didn't want to be forced into the swivel chair. The girls around him gathered around and watched him laugh with malicious intent. Some of them simply took out their mobile phones and took pictures. Mao Wanjing leaned aside and giggled, raised her hand and tied her hair again.

"Don't fix your eyebrows too much..."

"Don't worry." Qiao Fengtian saw that he couldn't help shrinking his neck and shrugging his shoulders, with a tragic expression on his face that the hero had gone and never returned, and couldn't help laughing, "The more nervous you are, the easier it is for me to make mistakes."

"Fuck." As soon as the boy opened his eyes, he saw the eyebrow trimming blade flashing brightly in front of him, and then closed it again, "I'm famous, I've been in Lida for four years, and I'm coming There is no guarantee for the evening festival…”

The boy's eyebrows are thick and miscellaneous, and it is rare to have hard eyebrows. There are a pair of delicate and angular eyebrow peaks. Qiao Fengtian gently pressed his forehead with his index finger, his thumb supported his drooping upper eyelid, the blade was leaning on the end of his eyebrow, and he roughly found the position of the three courts and five eyes.

"What are you afraid of having a bachelor's eyebrow repairing for four years, and not afraid of scratching your girlfriend and breaking up with you." Mao Wanjing tilted her neck to the side, looking at the broken focus, she couldn't help joking.

"Look, I'll look for the graduate students as soon as the school starts." The boy said while his eyelids twitched up and down.

"Ouch." The surrounding girls and Mao Wanjing looked at each other immediately and smiled, "That's not good, what is it that you should look for graduate students immediately when the school starts, why? You can't look down on our undergraduate girls?"

"You listen to him pretending to be a wolf with a big tail." A girl with medium hair and slender eyes kicked him on the ankle, "You can't pinch out two taels of bean sprouts, even if you tie a string, you can fly it as a kite. I can't see him."

The boy closed his eyes, raised his foot and kicked back lightly, "The person you like doesn't dare to like you."

The girl's mouth twitched, "I have a crush on me."

"Who is the head teacher, I went to college for four years, and you asked him questions frequently. You can ask questions about whether I should submit a paper manuscript or an electronic manuscript when I go to detention. You can ask him twice. When we're stupid, we're still blind."

As soon as the boy's words came out, the girls burst into laughter with an "oh-huo" sound, and even Mao Wanjing couldn't help coaxing and applauding.

"Why are you talking too much?" The girl was not embarrassed, and laughed generously.

"I'll tell you the truth, if our head teacher didn't bring all the girls last time, you would have handed over all your graduation love letters right now? It's a pity that you didn't give it, or you might have scared our head teacher to death. Oh, oh, it hurts. it hurts…”

Qiao Fengtian rubbed his eyebrows.

"Hey, just give it!" Mao Wanjing didn't think it was a big deal to watch the fun, and she jumped up to take the opportunity to take advantage of the girls, "Whether it can become a memory, it's an adult and it's not illegal, in case you Lao Zheng will impress you What about the heart of an old man?"

"That's really sad, I'm going to be a stepmother at a young age." The boy couldn't help but chime in.

"Oh, you are the only one who talks a lot, do you know that those who talk a lot die early?" He stretched out his hand and pinched his waist.

"Hey tickle, tickle, don't pinch your waist!"

Qiao Fengtian kept the movements of his hands, quietly listening to them laughing and scurrying around, talking nonsense that was nothing but brains, and laughing along from time to time. He applied a light primer to the boy and added a lighter layer to cover up a few dark red pimple marks on his chin.

It's good to be young, but the acne is still growing, which can be used as capital and excuses. Qiao Fengtian took out an artificial fiber angled eyebrow brush in the bag, brushed the brush head, and dipped a little dark gray eyebrows to draw the outline of his brows for him. He couldn't help himself and wanted to see what kind of reaction Zheng Siqi had when he accepted the student's confession.