After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
Shiheng’s cemetery.
Someone in the comments joked, "Professor, they won at the starting line. Maybe it's not that we are bad at drawing, but that we are not good-looking."
He looked at the message Xu Zhinan sent that said "You have to go to class on your birthday too" and laughed. He could almost imagine the tone of her voice when she said this.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
"OK!"
He seldom went, and avoided it deliberately.
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
He was also just angry.
He smiled faintly: "Nothing."
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
"No, just come and take a look." Lin Qingye said.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
"Um."
The security guard said nothing more and let him in after registering his name.
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
It was still the old professor's elective course. As soon as the class started, he commented on the self-portraits they drew last time and specifically praised Xu Zhinan's one.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
Lin Qingye stood in front of Shi Heng's tombstone, quietly looking at the photo on the tombstone. He had never dared to look at this photo for a long time before, but this was the first time.
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
"Blue hair."
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
Shi Heng in the photo looks like a typical good student, with fair complexion and handsome appearance.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
-champion!
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
His age remains at 16, which means Lin Qingye is now 7 years older than him.
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
He said.
She thought her surprise was a secret.
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
She turned on the light, Xu Zhinan went into the bathroom to wash her face, and then Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian gave her the gifts they had prepared.
-champion!
"Shi Heng." He started.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
She thought her surprise was a secret.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
His age remains at 16, which means Lin Qingye is now 7 years older than him.
"She's already a senior, she attended the school's fall recruitment fair a few days ago, and she went for an internship today."
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
In addition to cakes, they also bought a lot of food, all of which were high in calories, such as fried chicken and pizza.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
Soon, the host came on stage, the opening remarks ended, and the first performing singer came on stage.
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
"I won your birthday present back."
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
The National Day passed quickly, and Xu Zhinan finally paid back all the customer reservations she owed. On the afternoon of October 7, she closed the store and took the subway home.
He was also just angry.
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
The last row of voting has ended.
In the close-up shot, he looked at the center of the camera, as if he wanted to see the person behind him through the camera, and then he smiled at the camera.
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
Shi Heng in the photo had a faint smile on his face and just looked at him.
The cemetery was quiet and deserted at night. Lin Qingye took off his mask, squatted in front of the tombstone, and quietly looked at the boy in the photo.
Shi Heng in the photo looks like a typical good student, with fair complexion and handsome appearance.
His age remains at 16, which means Lin Qingye is now 7 years older than him.
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
[Xu Zhinan: Do you wear makeup when you go on stage? I couldn’t even tell.]
As soon as she walked into the house, she smelled the fragrance of food. Xu's mother had prepared a table full of dishes, waiting for her to come back.
He said.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Everyone laughed.
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
The last row of voting has ended.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
The tone returned to what it was before, and Xu Zhinan felt relieved. He said goodbye and hung up the phone. As soon as he opened the balcony door, Zhao Qian shouted, "Come on, come on! Nan! The finals of "I Come for Singing" have begun!"
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
Xu Zhinan seldom watches variety shows, and so does Jiang Yue. The three of them in the dormitory seldom watch one together. They watched from eight to ten o'clock, and finally all ten singers who entered the finals had finished their performances.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
Lin Guancheng said that Fu Xueming had a stubborn temper and had been angry with him, Lin Qingye, and Shi Heng for the accident for so many years.
Lin Guancheng said that Fu Xueming had a stubborn temper and had been angry with him, Lin Qingye, and Shi Heng for the accident for so many years.
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
He was also just angry.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
"No, I don't have time for an internship. Business has been very good recently."
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
Everyone said he was wrong, but he refused to admit it. He seemed to be stubbornly trying to prove something, but he didn't know what he wanted to prove.
The security guard said nothing more and let him in after registering his name.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
Now that Xu Zhinan said that he was not wrong, he suddenly felt that he didn't need to desperately insist on those empty things anymore.
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
Xu Zhinan seldom watches variety shows, and so does Jiang Yue. The three of them in the dormitory seldom watch one together. They watched from eight to ten o'clock, and finally all ten singers who entered the finals had finished their performances.
"Well, she seems to be preparing to go abroad and is also preparing various materials." Xu Zhinan didn't say much.
The cemetery was quiet and deserted at night. Lin Qingye took off his mask, squatted in front of the tombstone, and quietly looked at the boy in the photo.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
Shiheng’s cemetery.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking at the photo.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
Shi Heng in the photo had a faint smile on his face and just looked at him.
The National Day passed quickly, and Xu Zhinan finally paid back all the customer reservations she owed. On the afternoon of October 7, she closed the store and took the subway home.
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
"Um."
He looked at the message Xu Zhinan sent that said "You have to go to class on your birthday too" and laughed. He could almost imagine the tone of her voice when she said this.
"No, just come and take a look." Lin Qingye said.
Xu Zhinan couldn't help laughing either.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
As far as he could remember, he had never seen Shi Heng angry. He had an incredibly good personality, so it was no wonder that Fu Xueming liked him so much.
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
But Xu Zhinan felt sorry for him.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
How much she hoped that Lin Qingye could really be like he was now, shining brightly under the spotlight and standing at the center of everyone's vision.
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
[Xu Zhinan: Do you wear makeup when you go on stage? I couldn’t even tell.]
Zhao Qian dipped her finger in some cream and rubbed it on her face. Xu Zhinan let out a soft "ah" and covered her face with her hand, which was again covered with cream.
The National Day passed quickly, and Xu Zhinan finally paid back all the customer reservations she owed. On the afternoon of October 7, she closed the store and took the subway home.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
"She's already a senior, she attended the school's fall recruitment fair a few days ago, and she went for an internship today."
Zhao Qian dipped her finger in some cream and rubbed it on her face. Xu Zhinan let out a soft "ah" and covered her face with her hand, which was again covered with cream.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
He turned around to look at the voting scores on the screen behind him, curled his lips lazily and smiled, and a close-up was also projected on the big screen.
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
Now that Xu Zhinan said that he was not wrong, he suddenly felt that he didn't need to desperately insist on those empty things anymore.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
As soon as she walked into the house, she smelled the fragrance of food. Xu's mother had prepared a table full of dishes, waiting for her to come back.
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
The live broadcast of the final of "I Come for Singing" was very grand. The audience accumulated in the early stage had completely become fans of the show through constant Reuters and two music festivals. The ticket prices for the final audience seats were sold at sky-high prices. The entries about the final had already topped the hot search list early on, and people were just waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
"You came back alone?" Mother Xu glanced behind her. "Isn't tomorrow your birthday? I thought you would invite your friends to come over for dinner. You have to go to class tomorrow, so I won't be able to say happy birthday to our Nan in person."
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
The National Day passed quickly, and Xu Zhinan finally paid back all the customer reservations she owed. On the afternoon of October 7, she closed the store and took the subway home.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
"Then the four of you in the dormitory have all developed differently." Mother Xu patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, let's eat."
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
He turned around to look at the voting scores on the screen behind him, curled his lips lazily and smiled, and a close-up was also projected on the big screen.
A brighter beam of light also followed and landed on Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
Lin Guancheng said that Fu Xueming had a stubborn temper and had been angry with him, Lin Qingye, and Shi Heng for the accident for so many years.
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
It was just that the makeup artist said something extra because she saw that Lin Qingye always had black hair.
"She's already a senior, she attended the school's fall recruitment fair a few days ago, and she went for an internship today."
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
The security guard said nothing more and let him in after registering his name.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
"Shi Heng." He started.
"Autumn recruitment fair, did you go?"
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
"No, I don't have time for an internship. Business has been very good recently."
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Shiheng’s cemetery.
The camera swept to the audience, where fans could be seen holding Lin Qingye light signs.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
Lin Guancheng said that Fu Xueming had a stubborn temper and had been angry with him, Lin Qingye, and Shi Heng for the accident for so many years.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
Xu Zhinan nodded, said "hmm", and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
-champion!
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
Gold paper fell from the ceiling of the stage, and some pieces landed on his head and shoulders.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
The last row of voting has ended.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
"OK!"
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
“Anan, I admire you so much!! You can actually hold on for so long in front of Lin Qingye!!!” Zhao Qian hugged Xu Zhinan and shouted.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
"There's nothing to worry about. I've won the championship, my business is good, and I've met a lot of other good tattoo artists. The assassin, Brother Lu, whom I mentioned to you before, is a very nice person."
Only the champion, runner-up and third place will be judged in the final, and the remaining singers will not be ranked much.
The makeup artist was about to get the hair dye spray when Lin Qingye asked again, "If we dye it right away, will there be enough time?"
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
Xu Zhinan said, "And I also like this job very much. It's quite interesting."
He basically doesn't need to wear makeup, just take care of his hair.
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
After hearing what she said, Xu's mother had nothing else to say.
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
[Lin Qingye: What are you doing?]
Only the champion, runner-up and third place will be judged in the final, and the remaining singers will not be ranked much.
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
"Then the four of you in the dormitory have all developed differently." Mother Xu patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, let's eat."
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
As far as he could remember, he had never seen Shi Heng angry. He had an incredibly good personality, so it was no wonder that Fu Xueming liked him so much.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking at the photo.
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
Ever since Ruan Yuanyuan moved to a new dormitory at the end of last semester because of Lin Qingye's incident, they haven't had any more communication.
He said.
Across the screen.
"Well, she seems to be preparing to go abroad and is also preparing various materials." Xu Zhinan didn't say much.
"Blue hair."
-champion!
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
"It will definitely take enough time, and the hair color will be more natural and better looking than the one with spray. But if you want to change the hair color after this, you will have to dye it again."
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
"Then the four of you in the dormitory have all developed differently." Mother Xu patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, let's eat."
"Are you really okay?" Xu Zhinan had never seen him like this before, and was a little worried. "If you have any problem, tell me."
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
After dinner, Xu Zhinan didn’t stay at home for long, as he had classes the next day, so he took the subway back to school.
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
Xu Zhinan said, "And I also like this job very much. It's quite interesting."
It was still the old professor's elective course. As soon as the class started, he commented on the self-portraits they drew last time and specifically praised Xu Zhinan's one.
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
The cemetery was quiet and deserted at night. Lin Qingye took off his mask, squatted in front of the tombstone, and quietly looked at the boy in the photo.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Don't wipe it off, don't wipe it off, this is how you have to celebrate your birthday."
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
But at this moment he suddenly said: "Okay."
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
"Autumn recruitment fair, did you go?"
As graduation was approaching, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting about life. Halfway through the conversation, Gu Congwang called.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
"No, just come and take a look." Lin Qingye said.
It was still the old professor's elective course. As soon as the class started, he commented on the self-portraits they drew last time and specifically praised Xu Zhinan's one.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
In the evening, Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian asked Xu Zhinan to go to the cafeteria to buy food for them.
"Well, she seems to be preparing to go abroad and is also preparing various materials." Xu Zhinan didn't say much.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
Someone in the comments joked, "Professor, they won at the starting line. Maybe it's not that we are bad at drawing, but that we are not good-looking."
Zhao Qian dipped her finger in some cream and rubbed it on her face. Xu Zhinan let out a soft "ah" and covered her face with her hand, which was again covered with cream.
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
The makeup artist joked, "What are you laughing about so happily?"
In addition to cakes, they also bought a lot of food, all of which were high in calories, such as fried chicken and pizza.
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
Everyone laughed.
His age remains at 16, which means Lin Qingye is now 7 years older than him.
"OK!"
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
Lin Qingye couldn't even remember if he had ever called him brother before. Maybe he did so when he was very young. At that time, he hadn't realized the difference between himself and Shi Heng in Fu Xueming's eyes.
"She's already a senior, she attended the school's fall recruitment fair a few days ago, and she went for an internship today."
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
She turned on the light, Xu Zhinan went into the bathroom to wash her face, and then Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian gave her the gifts they had prepared.
After praising the last homework list, the class began.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking at the photo.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Don't wipe it off, don't wipe it off, this is how you have to celebrate your birthday."
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
[Lin Qingye: What are you doing?]
As graduation was approaching, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting about life. Halfway through the conversation, Gu Congwang called.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
Ever since Ruan Yuanyuan moved to a new dormitory at the end of last semester because of Lin Qingye's incident, they haven't had any more communication.
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
She thought her surprise was a secret.
She just looked at Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Don't wipe it off, don't wipe it off, this is how you have to celebrate your birthday."
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
In the afternoon, the official Weibo account of the program team had already released the order of appearance they had drawn backstage. Zhao Qian took a look and saw that Lin Qingye was in the middle, the fifth one to appear.
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
[Lin Qingye: What are you doing?]
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
The last row of voting has ended.
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
He said.
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
[Xu Zhinan: Go to class.]
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
Everyone said he was wrong, but he refused to admit it. He seemed to be stubbornly trying to prove something, but he didn't know what he wanted to prove.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
There will be a delay of several minutes between the live broadcast and the actual situation, and he has already stepped down.
Soon, the host came on stage, the opening remarks ended, and the first performing singer came on stage.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
"It will definitely take enough time, and the hair color will be more natural and better looking than the one with spray. But if you want to change the hair color after this, you will have to dye it again."
"ah?"
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
The last row of voting has ended.
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
He basically doesn't need to wear makeup, just take care of his hair.
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
Xu Zhinan nodded, said "hmm", and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
He looked at the message Xu Zhinan sent that said "You have to go to class on your birthday too" and laughed. He could almost imagine the tone of her voice when she said this.
"Autumn recruitment fair, did you go?"
"I won your birthday present back."
"OK!"
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
The makeup artist joked, "What are you laughing about so happily?"
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
He smiled faintly: "Nothing."
"No, I don't have time for an internship. Business has been very good recently."
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
[Xu Zhinan: Do you wear makeup when you go on stage? I couldn’t even tell.]
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
"Well, she seems to be preparing to go abroad and is also preparing various materials." Xu Zhinan didn't say much.
[Xu Zhinan: Are you recording a show?]
"Autumn recruitment fair, did you go?"
There will be a delay of several minutes between the live broadcast and the actual situation, and he has already stepped down.
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
A brighter beam of light also followed and landed on Lin Qingye.
"It will definitely take enough time, and the hair color will be more natural and better looking than the one with spray. But if you want to change the hair color after this, you will have to dye it again."
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
Xu Zhinan was still holding three meals in his hands and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you."
-champion!
[Xu Zhinan: Do you wear makeup when you go on stage? I couldn’t even tell.]
After dinner, Xu Zhinan didn’t stay at home for long, as he had classes the next day, so he took the subway back to school.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
Xu Zhinan said, "And I also like this job very much. It's quite interesting."
Xu Zhinan didn't dampen their interest and said "hmm" with a smile.
The tone returned to what it was before, and Xu Zhinan felt relieved. He said goodbye and hung up the phone. As soon as he opened the balcony door, Zhao Qian shouted, "Come on, come on! Nan! The finals of "I Come for Singing" have begun!"
Xu Zhinan clenched his fists unconsciously, and his palms were sweating.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
The last row of voting has ended.
"Blue hair."
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
How much she hoped that Lin Qingye could really be like he was now, shining brightly under the spotlight and standing at the center of everyone's vision.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
Zhao Qian dipped her finger in some cream and rubbed it on her face. Xu Zhinan let out a soft "ah" and covered her face with her hand, which was again covered with cream.
He was also just angry.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
But at this moment he suddenly said: "Okay."
Across the screen.
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
"Then the four of you in the dormitory have all developed differently." Mother Xu patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, let's eat."
"ah?"
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
"Blue hair."
"There's nothing to worry about. I've won the championship, my business is good, and I've met a lot of other good tattoo artists. The assassin, Brother Lu, whom I mentioned to you before, is a very nice person."
The camera swept to the audience, where fans could be seen holding Lin Qingye light signs.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
"Thank you." She smiled and said, "What time is it there?"
"OK!"
After praising the last homework list, the class began.
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
In addition to cakes, they also bought a lot of food, all of which were high in calories, such as fried chicken and pizza.
Shiheng’s cemetery.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
The makeup artist was about to get the hair dye spray when Lin Qingye asked again, "If we dye it right away, will there be enough time?"
Only the champion, runner-up and third place will be judged in the final, and the remaining singers will not be ranked much.
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
Zhao Qian laughed: "Don't wipe it off, don't wipe it off, this is how you have to celebrate your birthday."
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
In the afternoon, the official Weibo account of the program team had already released the order of appearance they had drawn backstage. Zhao Qian took a look and saw that Lin Qingye was in the middle, the fifth one to appear.
Xu Zhinan smiled and said, "You've already said it to my face. My friends have been very busy recently, so I didn't invite them to dinner. It takes so long to get here on the subway."
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
"Um."
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
Xu Zhinan stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, Gu Congwang called out, "Anan! Happy birthday!"
"It will definitely take enough time, and the hair color will be more natural and better looking than the one with spray. But if you want to change the hair color after this, you will have to dye it again."
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
"ah?"
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
For some reason, she always thought of Lin Qingye’s vulnerable moments in such brilliant moments.
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
For some reason, she always thought of Lin Qingye’s vulnerable moments in such brilliant moments.
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
As graduation was approaching, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting about life. Halfway through the conversation, Gu Congwang called.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
How much she hoped that Lin Qingye could really be like he was now, shining brightly under the spotlight and standing at the center of everyone's vision.
It was just that the makeup artist said something extra because she saw that Lin Qingye always had black hair.
In the close-up shot, he looked at the center of the camera, as if he wanted to see the person behind him through the camera, and then he smiled at the camera.
[Xu Zhinan: Are you recording a show?]
He turned around to look at the voting scores on the screen behind him, curled his lips lazily and smiled, and a close-up was also projected on the big screen.
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
But at this moment he suddenly said: "Okay."
In the evening, Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian asked Xu Zhinan to go to the cafeteria to buy food for them.
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
"Um."
He basically doesn't need to wear makeup, just take care of his hair.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
Shi Heng in the photo had a faint smile on his face and just looked at him.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
The camera swept to the audience, where fans could be seen holding Lin Qingye light signs.
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
Xu Zhinan nodded, said "hmm", and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
Xu Zhinan couldn't help laughing either.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
Xu Zhinan was still holding three meals in his hands and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you."
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
He said.
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
For some reason, she always thought of Lin Qingye’s vulnerable moments in such brilliant moments.
Xu Zhinan's eyes were fixed on him.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
"There's nothing to worry about. I've won the championship, my business is good, and I've met a lot of other good tattoo artists. The assassin, Brother Lu, whom I mentioned to you before, is a very nice person."
"Thank you." She smiled and said, "What time is it there?"
"ah?"
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
She thought her surprise was a secret.
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
"ah?"
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
Xu Zhinan didn't dampen their interest and said "hmm" with a smile.
Ever since Ruan Yuanyuan moved to a new dormitory at the end of last semester because of Lin Qingye's incident, they haven't had any more communication.
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
Zhao Qian dipped her finger in some cream and rubbed it on her face. Xu Zhinan let out a soft "ah" and covered her face with her hand, which was again covered with cream.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
The cemetery was quiet and deserted at night. Lin Qingye took off his mask, squatted in front of the tombstone, and quietly looked at the boy in the photo.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
Zhao Qian drew a bracelet: "I would be embarrassing if I drew in front of you two, so I just made it simple. This bracelet is my monthly internship salary."
Zhao Qian laughed: "Don't wipe it off, don't wipe it off, this is how you have to celebrate your birthday."
Xu Zhinan's eyes were fixed on him.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
Xu Zhinan didn't dampen their interest and said "hmm" with a smile.
Xu Zhinan stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, Gu Congwang called out, "Anan! Happy birthday!"
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
"It will definitely take enough time, and the hair color will be more natural and better looking than the one with spray. But if you want to change the hair color after this, you will have to dye it again."
In the evening, Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian asked Xu Zhinan to go to the cafeteria to buy food for them.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
She turned on the light, Xu Zhinan went into the bathroom to wash her face, and then Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian gave her the gifts they had prepared.
Shi Heng in the photo had a faint smile on his face and just looked at him.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
Xu Zhinan seldom watches variety shows, and so does Jiang Yue. The three of them in the dormitory seldom watch one together. They watched from eight to ten o'clock, and finally all ten singers who entered the finals had finished their performances.
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
Three people stood in the center of the stage, with three spotlights shining from top to bottom, casting three circles of light on the ground.
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
After dinner, Xu Zhinan didn’t stay at home for long, as he had classes the next day, so he took the subway back to school.
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
Three people stood in the center of the stage, with three spotlights shining from top to bottom, casting three circles of light on the ground.
"Thank you." She smiled and said, "What time is it there?"
The live broadcast of the final of "I Come for Singing" was very grand. The audience accumulated in the early stage had completely become fans of the show through constant Reuters and two music festivals. The ticket prices for the final audience seats were sold at sky-high prices. The entries about the final had already topped the hot search list early on, and people were just waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
She thought her surprise was a secret.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
[Xu Zhinan: Go to class.]
There will be a delay of several minutes between the live broadcast and the actual situation, and he has already stepped down.
"Then the four of you in the dormitory have all developed differently." Mother Xu patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, let's eat."
-champion!
She turned on the light, Xu Zhinan went into the bathroom to wash her face, and then Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian gave her the gifts they had prepared.
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
But at this moment he suddenly said: "Okay."
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
“Anan, I admire you so much!! You can actually hold on for so long in front of Lin Qingye!!!” Zhao Qian hugged Xu Zhinan and shouted.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
[Xu Zhinan: Go to class.]
"No, I don't have time for an internship. Business has been very good recently."
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
-champion!
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
Now that Xu Zhinan said that he was not wrong, he suddenly felt that he didn't need to desperately insist on those empty things anymore.
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
Zhao Qian drew a bracelet: "I would be embarrassing if I drew in front of you two, so I just made it simple. This bracelet is my monthly internship salary."
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
He said.
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
The National Day passed quickly, and Xu Zhinan finally paid back all the customer reservations she owed. On the afternoon of October 7, she closed the store and took the subway home.
Lin Guancheng said that Fu Xueming had a stubborn temper and had been angry with him, Lin Qingye, and Shi Heng for the accident for so many years.
"Shi Heng." He started.
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
He smiled faintly: "Nothing."
"Thank you." She smiled and said, "What time is it there?"
In addition to cakes, they also bought a lot of food, all of which were high in calories, such as fried chicken and pizza.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
As graduation was approaching, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting about life. Halfway through the conversation, Gu Congwang called.
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
Xu Zhinan's eyes were fixed on him.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
Xu Zhinan stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, Gu Congwang called out, "Anan! Happy birthday!"
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
Accompanying the screams of Zhao Qian beside him, Xu Zhinan watched the staff take the trophy and hand it to Lin Qingye.
"Thank you." She smiled and said, "What time is it there?"
After hearing what she said, Xu's mother had nothing else to say.
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
He said.
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
Since he went abroad, they haven't chatted for a long time because of the time difference.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
As graduation was approaching, the three of them sat together, eating and chatting about life. Halfway through the conversation, Gu Congwang called.
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
Xu Zhinan said, "And I also like this job very much. It's quite interesting."
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
"Do you want to dye your hair? It's still early. I saw your blue hair at the Yancheng Music Festival received a good response. Do you want to dye it again during the live broadcast of the final?"
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
It was just that the makeup artist said something extra because she saw that Lin Qingye always had black hair.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
She thought her surprise was a secret.
In the evening, Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian asked Xu Zhinan to go to the cafeteria to buy food for them.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
The camera swept to the audience, where fans could be seen holding Lin Qingye light signs.
"Are you really okay?" Xu Zhinan had never seen him like this before, and was a little worried. "If you have any problem, tell me."
"Autumn recruitment fair, did you go?"
As far as he could remember, he had never seen Shi Heng angry. He had an incredibly good personality, so it was no wonder that Fu Xueming liked him so much.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
Xu Zhinan clenched his fists unconsciously, and his palms were sweating.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
After praising the last homework list, the class began.
Jiang Yue "persuaded" them, "Okay, okay, if you guys keep smearing it, you won't be able to eat the cake."
He turned around to look at the voting scores on the screen behind him, curled his lips lazily and smiled, and a close-up was also projected on the big screen.
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
The tone returned to what it was before, and Xu Zhinan felt relieved. He said goodbye and hung up the phone. As soon as he opened the balcony door, Zhao Qian shouted, "Come on, come on! Nan! The finals of "I Come for Singing" have begun!"
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
"I know Yueyue is going to take the postgraduate entrance exam, but why is Xixi busy now too?"
[Xu Zhinan: I have to go to class on my birthday too.]
He stepped out from the bright lights.
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
He basically doesn't need to wear makeup, just take care of his hair.
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
The live broadcast of the final of "I Come for Singing" was very grand. The audience accumulated in the early stage had completely become fans of the show through constant Reuters and two music festivals. The ticket prices for the final audience seats were sold at sky-high prices. The entries about the final had already topped the hot search list early on, and people were just waiting for the live broadcast to begin.
As soon as she walked into the house, she smelled the fragrance of food. Xu's mother had prepared a table full of dishes, waiting for her to come back.
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
[Xu Zhinan: Go to class.]
Soon, the host came on stage, the opening remarks ended, and the first performing singer came on stage.
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
In the afternoon, the official Weibo account of the program team had already released the order of appearance they had drawn backstage. Zhao Qian took a look and saw that Lin Qingye was in the middle, the fifth one to appear.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
The makeup artist was about to get the hair dye spray when Lin Qingye asked again, "If we dye it right away, will there be enough time?"
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
The camera swept to the audience, where fans could be seen holding Lin Qingye light signs.
"I recently used my living expenses to buy a lot of teaching materials and online courses. I didn't have money to buy them for you at the mall, so I drew a portrait of you. This is a record of your first tattoo award."
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
Everyone laughed.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
"Are you really okay?" Xu Zhinan had never seen him like this before, and was a little worried. "If you have any problem, tell me."
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
He stepped out from the bright lights.
Xu Zhinan didn't dampen their interest and said "hmm" with a smile.
He stepped out from the bright lights.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
Xu Zhinan clenched his fists unconsciously, and his palms were sweating.
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
"Shi Heng." He started.
The security guard said nothing more and let him in after registering his name.
Xu Zhinan clenched his fists unconsciously, and his palms were sweating.
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
A denim shirt over a white T-shirt gives a youthful vibe.
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
Soon, the host came on stage, the opening remarks ended, and the first performing singer came on stage.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian walked out of the darkness humming a birthday song, holding a cake with a candle with the number "22" on it.
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
Someone in the comments joked, "Professor, they won at the starting line. Maybe it's not that we are bad at drawing, but that we are not good-looking."
Gold paper fell from the ceiling of the stage, and some pieces landed on his head and shoulders.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
Xu Zhinan seldom watches variety shows, and so does Jiang Yue. The three of them in the dormitory seldom watch one together. They watched from eight to ten o'clock, and finally all ten singers who entered the finals had finished their performances.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
She just looked at Lin Qingye.
“Ahhh!!!!” Zhao Qian howled while holding up the chicken leg, “Why! This guy is so good at introducing himself!!!”
“Anan, I admire you so much!! You can actually hold on for so long in front of Lin Qingye!!!” Zhao Qian hugged Xu Zhinan and shouted.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
Xu Zhinan let her hold him without taking his eyes away from the screen.
The makeup artist was about to get the hair dye spray when Lin Qingye asked again, "If we dye it right away, will there be enough time?"
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
For some reason, she always thought of Lin Qingye’s vulnerable moments in such brilliant moments.
Xu Zhinan cooperated very well and did not expose them.
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue were passing notes around and having a secret conversation. As if Xu Zhinan couldn't see, the two of them kept passing the notes back and forth.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
He seldom went, and avoided it deliberately.
"Mom, why do you cook so many dishes?" Xu Zhinan walked into the house and put down his schoolbag.
Lin Qingye stood in front of Shi Heng's tombstone, quietly looking at the photo on the tombstone. He had never dared to look at this photo for a long time before, but this was the first time.
There was no trace of that on his face. All his fans who talked about him said that he was cool and flamboyant, and had the arrogance and pride of a teenager.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
As far as he could remember, he had never seen Shi Heng angry. He had an incredibly good personality, so it was no wonder that Fu Xueming liked him so much.
Xu Zhinan put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?"
But Xu Zhinan felt sorry for him.
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
"No, just come and take a look." Lin Qingye said.
He was so proud, and was obviously trying very hard to break free from the shackles of the past.
Someone in the comments joked, "Professor, they won at the starting line. Maybe it's not that we are bad at drawing, but that we are not good-looking."
For some reason, she always thought of Lin Qingye’s vulnerable moments in such brilliant moments.
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
The makeup artist joked, "What are you laughing about so happily?"
There is no one present who doesn't know her.
How much she hoped that Lin Qingye could really be like he was now, shining brightly under the spotlight and standing at the center of everyone's vision.
She just looked at Lin Qingye.
How much she hoped that Lin Qingye could really be like he was now, shining brightly under the spotlight and standing at the center of everyone's vision.
Xu Zhinan seldom watches variety shows, and so does Jiang Yue. The three of them in the dormitory seldom watch one together. They watched from eight to ten o'clock, and finally all ten singers who entered the finals had finished their performances.
Xu Zhinan was not fooled by her this time: "You also smeared it on my face on your birthday, and you also said that birthdays should be like this."
But Xu Zhinan felt sorry for him.
In the close-up shot, he looked at the center of the camera, as if he wanted to see the person behind him through the camera, and then he smiled at the camera.
Xu's mother hesitated a little, and said intermittently: "Mom doesn't have the idea of occupational discrimination. I'm just telling you my opinion. I'm always worried about you, a girl, running a tattoo shop in the future."
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
Zhao Qian laughed even more happily.
To ensure fairness, the voting is not decided solely by the audience. On the contrary, the audience's votes account for a very low proportion, and the decision mainly depends on the professional music critics on the other side.
Xu Zhinan stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, Gu Congwang called out, "Anan! Happy birthday!"
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
It was still the old professor's elective course. As soon as the class started, he commented on the self-portraits they drew last time and specifically praised Xu Zhinan's one.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
Xu Zhinan clenched his fists unconsciously, and his palms were sweating.
Lin Qingye stood in front of Shi Heng's tombstone, quietly looking at the photo on the tombstone. He had never dared to look at this photo for a long time before, but this was the first time.
[Xu Zhinan: Go to class.]
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
But at this moment he suddenly said: "Okay."
He said.
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
Xu Zhinan couldn't help laughing either.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
It was still the old professor's elective course. As soon as the class started, he commented on the self-portraits they drew last time and specifically praised Xu Zhinan's one.
"Blue hair."
"ah?"
"There's nothing to worry about. I've won the championship, my business is good, and I've met a lot of other good tattoo artists. The assassin, Brother Lu, whom I mentioned to you before, is a very nice person."
"Happy birthday, Anan!" they shouted.
Lin Qingye was sitting in the backstage dressing room of "I Come for Singing". The final of "I Come for Singing" would be held in the evening and would be broadcast live, so she started preparing her makeup and hair early.
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
Xu Zhinan's eyes were fixed on him.
Three were chosen from five, and Lin Qingye was still among them.
The makeup artist joked, "What are you laughing about so happily?"
A brighter beam of light also followed and landed on Lin Qingye.
In pairs, professional music critics competed with each other, holding up signs to express their opinions, while the audience pressed the voting button.
"Are you planning to continue running your tattoo shop in the future?"
Only the champion, runner-up and third place will be judged in the final, and the remaining singers will not be ranked much.
"Um."
Sure enough, during the entire morning class, they pretended that they knew nothing and got along with each other as usual, not mentioning Xu Zhinan's birthday at all.
But Xu Zhinan felt sorry for him.
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
Zhao Qian drew a bracelet: "I would be embarrassing if I drew in front of you two, so I just made it simple. This bracelet is my monthly internship salary."
Shi Heng in the photo had a faint smile on his face and just looked at him.
"ah?"
Jiang Yue drew a picture for her, which was based on the photo of her standing on the stage holding the trophy when she won the tattoo design competition, and framed it in a wooden frame.
Three people stood in the center of the stage, with three spotlights shining from top to bottom, casting three circles of light on the ground.
There will be a delay of several minutes between the live broadcast and the actual situation, and he has already stepped down.
The tone returned to what it was before, and Xu Zhinan felt relieved. He said goodbye and hung up the phone. As soon as he opened the balcony door, Zhao Qian shouted, "Come on, come on! Nan! The finals of "I Come for Singing" have begun!"
As far as he could remember, he had never seen Shi Heng angry. He had an incredibly good personality, so it was no wonder that Fu Xueming liked him so much.
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
There were rows of people holding up placards to vote, and the scores were very close. All the audience were anxiously waiting for the final result.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
There was no trace of that on his face. All his fans who talked about him said that he was cool and flamboyant, and had the arrogance and pride of a teenager.
The old professor pushed up his metal-framed glasses, looked at him, and said with a smile, "You little brat."
The cemetery was quiet and deserted at night. Lin Qingye took off his mask, squatted in front of the tombstone, and quietly looked at the boy in the photo.
"It's noon. I don't have classes in the morning. I just got up."
The last row of voting has ended.
"I'm seven years late saying this." Lin Qingye said, "I'm sorry, brother."
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
She turned on the light, Xu Zhinan went into the bathroom to wash her face, and then Jiang Yue and Zhao Qian gave her the gifts they had prepared.
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
After being smeared with two pieces of cream in a row, she stomped her feet in anger.
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
"Um."
-champion!
"ah?"
Soon, it was Lin Qingye's turn.
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
Gu Congwang laughed lazily: "What can I do to your elder brother?"
Xu's mother had often heard her mention several good friends in the dormitory before.
Seeing the grave security guard coming out: "Why are you here so late? Is there something special?"
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
Xu Zhinan was still holding three meals in his hands and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you."
Last night she discovered that Zhao Qian had been talking to Jiang Yue secretly for a long time away from her. A few days ago she accidentally heard them talking about buying a cake. She knew it very well and knew that they were probably preparing a birthday surprise for her.
There was no trace of that on his face. All his fans who talked about him said that he was cool and flamboyant, and had the arrogance and pride of a teenager.
A brighter beam of light also followed and landed on Lin Qingye.
"She's already a senior, she attended the school's fall recruitment fair a few days ago, and she went for an internship today."
Soon, five out of ten were chosen, and Lin Qingye was among them.
She just looked at Lin Qingye.
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
As she spoke, she also used her index finger to dip a lump of cream and smeared it towards Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it back with force, and the cream was smeared on Xu Zhinan's face again.
The bar chart on the background screen behind him rose again, and Lin Qingye surpassed the original second place to reach the first place.
He turned around to look at the voting scores on the screen behind him, curled his lips lazily and smiled, and a close-up was also projected on the big screen.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
So I changed the topic: "What about the other student in your dormitory? Is he busy recently?"
Xu's mother used to be a teacher, and Xu Yuanwen is a policeman. Both of them have stable and appropriate jobs in the secular definition. She really hopes that Xu Zhinan can find a stable job suitable for a girl. There are too many things to consider when opening a shop by herself, and the outside world's view on tattoos is mostly bad, and unreasonable prejudice can be seen everywhere. She doesn't want Xu Zhinan to suffer from this in the future.
"ah?"
-champion!
The young man is dressed in fine clothes and rides a horse.
She has been so busy in the past month since school started that she hasn't had time to go home.
Lin Qingye still looked nonchalant: "Dye it."
After Xu Zhinan got off the car and returned to the dormitory, Lin Qingye stayed in the car for a while, and then drove away. Instead of returning to the apartment, he went to the cemetery.
He said.
Accompanying the screams of Zhao Qian beside him, Xu Zhinan watched the staff take the trophy and hand it to Lin Qingye.
The makeup artist joked, "What are you laughing about so happily?"
In an instant, the audience screamed and applauded. Everyone stood up, holding up Lin Qingye's light signs and shouting his name, it was heart-wrenching, and some emotional fans even shed tears.
Gold paper fell from the ceiling of the stage, and some pieces landed on his head and shoulders.
"Dye it directly?" The makeup artist didn't respond.
[Xu Zhinan: Is it the same as last time? I think it looks good and suits you very well.]
[Lin Qingye: I still have classes on my birthday.]
"Blue hair."
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
Soon, the host came on stage, the opening remarks ended, and the first performing singer came on stage.
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
Xu Zhinan's eyes were fixed on him.
In the close-up shot, he looked at the center of the camera, as if he wanted to see the person behind him through the camera, and then he smiled at the camera.
"OK!"
[Xu Zhinan: Are you recording a show?]
Xu Zhinan stood up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, Gu Congwang called out, "Anan! Happy birthday!"
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
Xu Zhinan thanked the two of them sincerely.
He basically doesn't need to wear makeup, just take care of his hair.
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
He was silent for a moment, and sighed almost inaudibly: "Nothing."
He dyed his hair blue again, and it was a little different from the last time he went to the music festival. This time the blue was darker, and it flashed with mottled light under the lights, and screams instantly boiled over.
"Shi Heng." He started.
She just looked at Lin Qingye.
"There's nothing to worry about. I've won the championship, my business is good, and I've met a lot of other good tattoo artists. The assassin, Brother Lu, whom I mentioned to you before, is a very nice person."
In fact, many idols and stars change their hair color in every set of photos. In recent years, hair colors have become more and more bold and flamboyant, and it is nothing new to be able to mix all seven colors of the rainbow.
He stepped out from the bright lights.
At the same time, her cell phone vibrated and Lin Qingye called.
It was just that the makeup artist said something extra because she saw that Lin Qingye always had black hair.
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
There will be a delay of several minutes between the live broadcast and the actual situation, and he has already stepped down.
Xu Zhinan repeated to him that he was not wrong.
She wrote for a while, and then her cell phone rang. It was a message from Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan picked up the phone, was silent for two seconds, and said softly: "Hello?"
-champion!
"Are you really okay?" Xu Zhinan had never seen him like this before, and was a little worried. "If you have any problem, tell me."
Everyone said he was wrong, but he refused to admit it. He seemed to be stubbornly trying to prove something, but he didn't know what he wanted to prove.
Because of the delay, the image on the computer screen is still the same as it was a few minutes ago.
He smiled faintly: "Nothing."
She had already turned on the computer, and there were a lot of people watching the live broadcast online, so it was a bit laggy.
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
The person Xu's mother was talking about was Ruan Yuanyuan.
But Lin Qingye would not really think that he had done nothing wrong just because she said so, otherwise he would not have tortured himself for so many years.
Xu Zhinan nodded, said "hmm", and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
In the close-up shot, he looked at the center of the camera, as if he wanted to see the person behind him through the camera, and then he smiled at the camera.
After praising the last homework list, the class began.
In the afternoon, the official Weibo account of the program team had already released the order of appearance they had drawn backstage. Zhao Qian took a look and saw that Lin Qingye was in the middle, the fifth one to appear.
Xu Zhinan couldn't help laughing either.
He walked to the microphone stand, nodded and approached, leaning close to the microphone, and his deep voice rang out: "Hello everyone, I am Lin Qingye."
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
The makeup artist didn't get a response from Lin Qingye, so he thought he didn't want to dye his hair and didn't say much.
He paused, then changed his words: "Brother."
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing loudly, and his freshly washed hair became messy.
-champion!
The next morning, October 8th, was Xu Zhinan’s 22nd birthday.
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
Across the screen.
The two chatted for a while, and before hanging up the phone, Gu Congwang suddenly called her: "Ah Nan..."
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
"Shi Heng." He started.
[Lin Qingye: I didn’t put on much makeup. The makeup artist even wanted me to dye my hair blue.]
Then I heard Lin Qingye say, "Happy birthday, Nan."
Xu Zhinan answered Lin Qingye's call, but still looked at him standing on the stage, holding up the trophy and raising his chin.
"How was it!" Zhao Qian said excitedly, "Were you disappointed this morning? You thought we forgot your birthday! Are you surprised?"
But now that he uttered the word "brother", he suddenly felt that the stone that had been weighing on his heart for so many years and that had always caused him a dull pain seemed to have become lighter.
"I won your birthday present back."
Xu Zhinan didn't want to ruin the surprise they had prepared, so she concentrated on taking notes in class, even though there was no exam at the end of the semester for this course.
He was the fuse and he cannot shirk his responsibility.
He said.
[Lin Qingye: Live broadcast at 8pm, still putting on makeup.]
The voices of Zhao Qian and Jiang Yue in the dormitory and the screams of fans in the live broadcast seemed to be receding and could not be heard clearly.
She bought three meals and returned to the dormitory. She opened the door and found the curtains were drawn tightly and the lights were turned off. Only a little dim light came in from the corridor.
There was no trace of that on his face. All his fans who talked about him said that he was cool and flamboyant, and had the arrogance and pride of a teenager.