Finally, Professor Zhang not only confiscated Fu Heng's gift, but also turned her head and pulled Qingqing to tell her to look at Fu Heng more and don't let him be such a prodigal.
Fu Heng: "..." I can hear it.
It was rare for the others present to see this big guy slumped, and couldn't help but giggle.
Some people took this opportunity to talk to Fu Heng. Fu Heng was very polite, but with an invisible alienation.
He doesn't want to talk about work during the break.
After a few times, everyone saw that Fu Hengxing was lacking, so they retired with Professor Zhang acquaintedly.
At this point, I’m here to congratulate Professor Zhang on his birthday. They are also the ones who should go to work, and they are very busy.
After a while, there was a crowd of people walking away in the office, and only Qingqing and Fu Heng who had just arrived were still here.
Professor Zhang Xia took Qingqing to chat and mentioned the children she sponsored: "This year's college entrance examination, there are two children on your side who were admitted to the University of Kings, and they happened to be in our college. It was a coincidence."
Qingqing's eyes are confused, and she doesn't know who Professor Zhang is talking about, but this does not prevent her from fooling people: "Well, they can change their lives through their own efforts, and I am very pleased."
Obviously a teenager's mind, but he has to learn from adults to pretend to be old-fashioned, even Fu Heng was amused by her.
"Okay, Professor Zhang knows about your amnesia, don't pretend."
Qingqing was a little embarrassed when the two people who exposed the awkward scene in one word, Professor Zhang glared at Fu Heng: "Just you talk a lot."
"..." Well, he should shut up.
Seeing that Qingqing was still silent in embarrassment, Professor Zhang patted the back of her hand comfortingly, softly comforting: "It's okay, your memory is not slowly recovering, there will always be a day of full recovery."
"... Hmm." Qing Qing nodded, her face relaxed a lot.
Next, Professor Zhang pulled Qingqing and said something. It was not a topic that was too embarrassing. It was just a simple gossip about her daily life, by the way, to find out her current situation.
Qingqing met all these questions, and the conversation went smoothly. Under the guidance of Professor Zhang, he quickly forgot the embarrassing incident and became lively again.
Seeing the cheerful and cheerful look of the students, Professor Zhang felt relieved in his eyes, but more worried.
"Life is short, you will join hands for half your life after all, and you should cherish the rest of the time."
This was very meaningful, Qingqing didn't quite understand it, but she also understood that Professor Zhang was really caring about them.
So I thanked him with a bright smile, and said nothing else.
Professor Zhang was not easy to say clearly about some things. He glanced at the time and quickly got up and picked up the lesson plan.
"It's so fun, I almost forgot the class time. You play around in school first, and when you go to dinner with me at noon, I ask your mother to cook a few more dishes."
"Oh no trouble..."
Qingqing wanted to refuse, but Fu Heng stopped her from talking, and simply agreed: "Then trouble the professor."
Until Professor Zhang left, Qingqing still couldn't recover.
"What? Not happy?"
Fu Heng asked her, Qingqing shook her head: "No, it's just that if we rush to the door to interrupt us like this, will it be too troublesome for others."
Today is Professor Zhang’s birthday. His family will also arrange birthday banquets for the elderly. What happened to them in the past.
"Don't worry about this. Professor Zhang's children are all working in the National Research Institute. They are so busy that they may not even think of coming to celebrate the birthday of the elderly."
When I think of it, I will write a short message to congratulate him. It may not be easy for a real person to come back.
"That's it." Qingqing finally understood, "then we have to order a cake or something?"
There must be a sense of ritual for birthdays.
"You want to eat it yourself." Fu Heng saw through her careful thoughts, but didn't object: "I will ask the secretary to arrange it."
"Where shall we go next?"
There are still several hours before lunch, and they can't just spend it in this empty office.
"Out for a stroll?"
Fu Heng suggested, or that this was his original plan.
"Okay, I haven't visited Jinda yet."
People laughed to death when she said this. The student who graduated from Jinda said that she had never visited Jinda.
But this is the fact.
Who can have such a miraculous encounter with Qingqing
Holding hands, the two strolled from the administration building to the Peach Blossom Forest.
There is a big grove inside the school, and there is a lake in the middle of the woods. The scenery is beautiful.
The dormitory building is on the other side of the woods.
They usually have to go to class, they need to shuttle through this picturesque scenery to reach the teaching building.
However, there are only a few people who enjoy the scenery in a leisurely manner. Although the scenery is beautiful, it also represents a reality.
—The dormitory is really far away from the teaching building where classes are held!
It takes 20 minutes to walk and take shortcuts. If you get up a little later, it's really fast.
Jin Daquan's inspection is very strict. Being late twice counts as one absenteeism. If absent from class more than three times, don’t say anything, just wait.
Retake this course in the semester.
So basically no one dares to be late and absent from class at will, even few people ask for leave.
"Have you been absent from school before?"
Qingqing's eyes are full of curiosity. She is very interested in Fu Heng's previous school experience.
"You shouldn't ask me this question." Fu Heng smiled and stared at Qingqing.
"Then who's asking?" Qing Qing didn't respond to his hint at first, but when he saw the other party's gaze kept falling on him, he could react no matter how slow it was.
"No, I'm very punctual." She has a sense of time, okay.
"You didn't know that you had a nickname when you were in college, called Stepping Crazy Demon."
"What kind of nickname is this?" Qingqing looked disgusted.
"At that time, the school forced students to run in the morning every day, and they had to check in their points. One hundred points can be exchanged for a sports elective course credit. A certain amount of credits can be used for a sports project that failed the exam. Your volleyball skills are not good enough. good."
The last sentence was very tactful.
Qing Qing is delicate and soft, and his arms are so slender that he can be broken almost with force. What a material for playing volleyball.
But volleyball and basketball are compulsory items in physical education. She can barely complete a three-step layup in basketball, but she is completely blinded by volleyball.
The teacher lowered the requirements for the girls, and only needed to play ten consecutive balls against the wall within three minutes. As a result, Qingqing couldn't play any of them.
It was not that she had never tried to rescue her, but there was no way but no way. In the end, even the physical education teacher persuaded Qingqing to give up the treatment and obediently go to the morning run to make up the credits.
"Everyone participates in the morning jog, it is impossible for me to be late all the time, right?" Qing Qing raised doubts very controversially.
"Have you forgotten?" Fu Heng seemed to think of Qingqing at that time, with a gentle smile and pampering in his eyebrows.
"You have a sweaty physique, and you can get soaked through your body when you just exercise. But you are a bit hygienic and can't bear to go to class in a slimy suit. You have to go back to the dormitory to take a shower after you finish running. There is not enough time for class."
When Fu Heng said that, Qingqing also had a picture in his mind.
She fantasizes about herself in a stinky sweat, running around the playground, dormitory, and teaching building panting, feeling so tired.
"This is too miserable." She whispered, but Fu Heng still heard her ears.
He stopped and faced Qingqing: "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be with me."
"Huh?" What is the source of this
The two of them just walked to the lake and built a flower garden near the lake.
Down the flowerbed are steps recessed to the surface of the lake, and there are railings inside, which is not dangerous.
Fu Heng simply took Qingqing and sat down on one of the steps where there was no sun, facing the clear and turquoise lake, blowing the cool breeze, which was refreshing and pleasant.
"Say quickly, don't puff my appetite and stop talking."
Qingqing didn't even bother to appreciate the beauty, and now she was only attracted by gossip.
"I told you before." She seemed to have forgotten.
"You run in the morning, rush back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then you have to rush to class. Even if you buy a bicycle for walking, you are in a hurry. When you get to the teaching building, you have to climb the fifth and sixth floors to the classroom. Why are you?"
Especially when there is an elevator in the teaching building.
Who would abandon the elevator and climb the stairs with exhaustion, but there are too many people in the elevator, and it is not easy to go to the countryside under the pressure of time.
"So I just rubbed your teaching elevator cheeky?"
There was still an impression of Qingqing from this past, and Fu Heng immediately remembered it as soon as she reminded her. It turned out that she had asked similar questions when she was'still young'.
At that time, Fu Heng said that it was because she was rubbing the elevator too much, and the two gradually became acquainted with each other. Later, they looked at each other and began to fall in love, and they had the present future.
This development seems quite romantic.
Simple and sweet campus love, hand in hand to enter the palace of marriage, now even the sons are about to marry wives and have children, and if you continue, they will naturally grow old together, and maybe one day they will be able to get a tube together and lie in the hospital. Memories of life.
But Qingqing's thoughts did not follow.
Because she thought of the torn wedding photo in her bedroom, the smile on her face faded for a while.
At the beginning, watching the mandarin ducks and swan pairs in the lake, Qingqing was actually a little envious: "It's so good, I have never felt what it is like to fall in love."
Fu Heng: "..."
I might just be a tool man.
As if perceiving the speechlessness of the man next to him, Qingqing turned her head and looked at him with a smile: "I haven't been in a relationship before, but I'm not talking now, right? Husband."
The breeze blows, blowing the petals on the treetops and falling in all directions, hazy the two figures in a dazzling and psychedelic rain of flowers.
Fu Heng's expression was slightly stunned, and his heart contracted slightly.
It was actually lost by that soft and sweet'husband'.
This is really... dying.
In particular, Qingqing immediately added another sentence: "So, in order to celebrate my eighteenth-year-old adulthood, should you say something?"
"I will give you what you want." My life can be directly given to you.
The last unfinished words disappeared between the two closed lips. ,,...,...: