After Tao Xi returned to the dormitory that night, Pan Yan grabbed him and said angrily: "Xi Da, when did you become a friend of Lin Qinhe? The relationship is still so good, you don't tell me!"
"Friends" and "good relationship" made Tao Xi couldn't help laughing at all, but he said hypocritically, "It's okay."
"That's not bad?!" Pan Yan's eyes widened, "That's Lin Qinhe! Not only is he good-looking and handsome, isn't he? He is the current Secretary-General of the Provincial Party Committee, his father is the chairman of the Ruize Group, and his mother is a pianist. With this background, not to mention students, many teachers should be flattering, okay?"
Tao Xi was stunned.
Although Lin Qinhe is full of rich people's temperament, he never thought that Lin Qinhe's family background would be like this.
That's out of reach.
Tao Xi couldn't help but start to worry, can he still catch up with Lin Qinhe
"Xida, why do you look frightened, you don't know yet, do you?" Pan Yan thought that Tao Xi deliberately spent a lot of thought to get into Lin Qinhe's network.
Xu Ziqi, who had been gloomy and did not speak, snorted coldly and said strangely: "People who follow the flames, and climb the dragons and phoenixes, won't they find out about this?"
Pan Yanzhengchou couldn't find anyone to fight in the ring, so he sneered: "Yo, who went to Lin Qinhe every day last semester, but Lin Qinhe didn't even look at him except for Yang Duole's face."
Xu Ziqi's face was ashen.
Tao Xi glanced at Xu Ziqi and smiled: "You're right, I just want to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix."
Xu Ziqi glared at him, perhaps not expecting such a brazen person.
Tao Xi was approached by Zhou Qiang during the lunch break the next day. He thought that Jiang Lei must have approached Zhou Qiang to train him.
As a result, Zhou Qiang didn't even mention it, and directly talked about another thing: "Tao Xi, remember the funding project I told you last time, all the expenses for your studies and subsidies in Wenhua No. 1 Middle School come from this The funds from the project to the school will always be distributed to you by the school.”
Tao Xi nodded, and suddenly became nervous, subconsciously thinking that this project was about to be stopped
Seeing Tao Xi's nervous expression, Zhou Qiang smiled clearly, and his tone was more kind:
"Recently, the sponsor of this project asked the school to adjust the subsidy plan. Taking into account the current cost of living and learning, the subsidy will not be issued monthly in the future. It will directly give you 50,000 yuan first, and then 50,000 yuan in the next semester. If the family has difficulties, you can apply for more subsidies.”
"???"
Tao Xi looked at Zhou Qiang in shock and couldn't believe his ears.
However, Zhou Qiang didn't finish his sentence: "In addition, your future university fund, that is, the expenses and subsidies for going to college, are also included in the fund of this project. I didn't tell you before, mainly because I was afraid that your psychological burden would be too great, but Now I want you to study at ease and not be distracted by other things.”
Before Tao Xi recovered from his shock, he was dumbfounded for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "This sponsor... can you tell me who it is?"
He sketched in his mind a grandfather with white hair and a benevolent face. Philanthropists in the newspapers usually look like this.
But is this a charity
This is simply raising him as a son!
However, Zhou Qiang still did not disclose specific information as last time: "The sponsor doesn't want to reveal his name, so don't put too much pressure on you, just concentrate on your studies. For example, in this mid-term exam, try to get into the top 50 and stay in the first class. , isn't it a good answer?"
Tao Xi knew that he couldn't ask, so he didn't insist any longer, nodded and said, "I will definitely be in the top 50 this time!"
His gaze was a firmness that made Zhou Qiang even startled.
Zhou Qiang patted Tao Xi on the shoulder and encouraged: "Good boy, I believe in you!"
Tao Xi walked out of Zhou Qiang's office, his mood was not calm at all, his eyes were a little red.
In fact, he thought, he also had good luck.
Although his life has been replaced, he still got to know Lin Qinhe through the remote live class, and there are such generous and kind sponsors who helped him to study at Wenhua No. 1 Middle School, and even paved a wide road for his future. .
Those difficult problems seem to be solved in an instant.
He thought that he must be admitted to the best university in the country like Lin Qinhe, and then go to thank the kind sponsor, and then pass this kindness to more people like him.
I just don't know, does Lin Qinhe want to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University
Tao Xi walked back to the classroom in a trance, and found that Lin Qinhe was already sitting in the seat. He couldn't help jumping on the seat excitedly, and said to Lin Qinhe with glowing eyes:
"I think I can treat you to a better meal now! The school suddenly sent me a lot of money!"
Lin Qinhe glanced at him lightly and said nothing.
Tao Xi suddenly thought, for Lin Qinhe, what delicious food has not been eaten before
But he just wanted to invite Lin Qinhe to dinner.
Tao Xi hesitated for a while, and tried to summon the courage to say to Lin Qinhe, "Are you free on Sunday? I want to invite you to dinner. Thank you for helping me out yesterday."
He looked at Lin Qinhe anxiously, but Lin Qinhe refused without hesitation: "I have something to do on Sunday."
"Then, I'll invite you later when you're free."
Tao Xi couldn't help being a little disappointed, but he wanted to come to Japan for a long time. He could always find an opportunity to invite Lin Qinhe out.
He didn't say anything. He picked up the pen and started making papers. After a while, Bi Cheng flew over and asked, "Brother Xi, are you free after the holiday on Sunday? I made an appointment with some buddies from junior high school for a basketball game, please help me play it. , and many girls came to see it."
Tao Xi refused: "No, I have to do my homework on Sunday."
The mid-term is coming, except for Lin Qinhe, he doesn't want to waste any time.
Bi Chengfei was sobbing and grimacing. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed across his face. He leaned into Tao Xi's ear and said, "Didn't you ask me how to chase people last time? I have a very good buddy who has caught their high school's high school beauty."
Tao Xi really took a stroke.
Bi Chengfei continued to bite his ears: "That school girl is incredible, my father is a high-ranking official, my mother is an artist, and a real scholar. Many boys can't catch up, but my buddy caught up. He must be very experienced!"
Tao Xi couldn't help but feel a little moved, this situation was so in line with Lin Qinhe.
But Bi Chengfei felt that he was being stared at by an unkind gaze, he consciously sat back in his seat and stopped biting Tao Xi's ear, but he was still persuading him: "And you can meet more friends, my buddies are all excellent, they must be too. will like you."
"When is Sunday?" Tao Xi asked Bi Chengfei.
He thought that playing basketball for an hour or two was nothing, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Lin Qinhe say solemnly:
"Aren't you going to invite me to dinner on Sunday?"
The tone of this rhetorical question is an affirmative sentence.
Bi Chengfei and Tao Xi were both stunned.
Tao Xi said uncertainly, "Didn't you say you have something to do on Sunday?"
"It's alright." Lin Qinhe said without changing his face.
But Tao Xi didn't get angry because of his backstepping. Instead, his eyes flashed, and his tongue was knotted with joy: "Okay, then I'll go and find out which restaurant is better."
Bi Chengfei wanted to say that he could still come and play after dinner, but Lin Qinhe glanced at him and couldn't say anything.
Tao Xi was excited for the whole day that he could invite Lin Qinhe to dinner. In the evening, he went back to his mobile phone to inquire about delicious restaurants for a long time, and had a heated discussion with Pan Yan, who knew how to eat the most.
The old house of the Lin family was also very lively that night. Mr. Lin Weiliang paid attention to tradition and had the habit of holding family banquets on a regular basis. The family banquet should not be missing one of the descendants of the Lin family. Lin Qinhe directly took a leave of absence for evening self-study.
Lin Jixuan was talking to her father, Lin Zeqiu, and her five-year-old son Tang Nan was annoying all the time. She shouted angrily, "Go to your little uncle to tell a story."
She originally agreed with Lin Qinhe that he would help bring her son this Sunday, so that she and her husband could go to an important meeting, but Lin Qinhe broke up with her just now.
Not long after Lin Zeqiu came back from the provincial government, he heard the words and smiled: "Qinhe and Zeshi have the same virtue, how can they tell stories to children."
Tang Nan was sent away by his mother, ran to Lin Qinhe who was sitting on the sofa with short legs, pulled Lin Qinhe's pants and said, "Uncle, my mother wants you to tell me a story."
Lin Qinhe was reading a small comic. He picked Tang Nan up with one hand and put it on his lap, and asked casually, "What do you want to hear?"
Tang Nan was attracted by the cartoon in Lin Qinhe's hand and reached out to grab it, but Lin Qinhe folded the cartoon.
Tang Nanbian nodded, grabbed the clothes on Lin Qinhe's chest and said coquettishly, "Uncle, I want to see this."
The entire Lin family couldn't help but act like a spoiled brat.
"No." Lin Qinhe refused directly.
"why?"
"Because it's mine."
Lin Weiliang, who was reading the newspaper on the side, couldn't stand it any longer. He glared at Lin Qinhe and waved to his most beloved great-grandson, "Nannan, come here to Grandpa, and Grandpa will tell you a story."
Tang Nan jumped off Lin Qinhe's leg and ran to Lin Weiliang's leg to make a small report: "Uncle is so stingy."
"Yes, too stingy!" Lin Weiliang scolded together, telling Tang Nan the story of the Red Army crossing the grass, Tang Nan fell asleep listening to it.
After a while, Lin Zeshi finally arrived at the old house. As soon as he entered the living room, he was scolded by his father: "Your brother is not as busy as you when working in the provincial party committee. You might as well eat at the company!"
Lin Zeshi lowered his head and was scolded honestly.
The family finished their dinner in silence, except that Tang Nan was covering his mouth when he spoke from time to time.
After the meal, Lin Zeshi was trained by Lin Weiliang again.
"You plan to live with Luo Zhengyin like this for the rest of your life? Or just divorce, I don't disagree, and Qin He will definitely not object." Lin Weiliang said to Lin Zeshi after training.
His life was brilliant and his two sons were the best of the best, but the only thing he regretted the most was the marriage of his youngest son, Lin Zeshi.
At the beginning, he arranged the marriage for Lin Zeshi to marry Luo Zhengyin, the daughter of his life friend Luo Zhongyun. It was only after a long time that he realized that the two of them had agreed so readily at the time. They had conspired to get married long ago. Lin Qinhe, his son, was a test-tube baby because the parents on both sides forced him too quickly.
For more than ten years, the two have been separated for a long time, but it is strange that Lin Weiliang has not seen any lover in Lin Ze, and his private life is completely clean, except work is work.
Lin Zeshi said to Lin Weiliang without hesitation: "If she doesn't say divorce, I won't divorce."
Lin Weiliang sighed: "This is your business anyway. You may be sorry for yourself, but you must be sorry for that kid Qinhe."
Lin Zeshi was silent after hearing the words.
At the beginning, Luo Zhengyin suffered from depression after giving birth. Fang Sui's death aggravated her condition. She was afraid that she would be stimulated. Lin Zezhen did not dare to let Luo Zhengyin contact her son for five years after that. Lin Qinhe has been raising him at his brother Lin Zeqiu's home.
It was not until the child named Yang Duole of Fang's family called Luo Zhengyin a mother, Luo Zhengyin gradually got out of depression, took Lin Qinhe back, and let the two children grow up together.
But the mother and son have never cultivated intimacy, and the polite and unfamiliar images are always separated by a layer, far from the intimacy between Luo Zhengyin and Yang Duole.
Lin Zeshi walked out of the study and looked for his son whom he had not seen for a long time. The father and son walked into the courtyard outside the old house and chatted under the gazebo.
After an autumn rain, the night sky was as clear as a wash, and a bright moon hung in the corner of the pavilion.
"How is your mother recently. I heard that she had a cold last week?" Lin Zeshi asked. He looked at his son and found that he was almost as tall as him.
Lin Qinhe said, "It's done." He paused, "If you care about her, you can go and see her directly."
Lin Zeshi took out a cigarette, put it back after thinking about it, and sighed, "Forget it, it's pointless. I saw her at a public welfare art exhibition for Fang Sui last month, and she looked very good."
Luo Zhengyin may never find out in his life that the nominal husband who agreed to marry her fell in love with her very early, but Lin Zeshi knew from the beginning that Luo Zhengyin had only one woman in his heart who had been gone for many years.
Lin Qinhe said nothing.
Lin Zeshi knew that Lin Qinhe didn't like to mention the dead woman, and began to care about his son's university: "Have you decided which school in the United States to apply to?"
"I haven't decided yet. I might go to some interviews at the end of the year." Lin Qinhe said flatly.
Lin Zeshi stopped worrying about it. In other words, his son had nothing to worry about since he was a child, and rarely asked him for anything. He turned to ask:
"I forgot to ask you last time, why do you want to subsidize the first person from Qingshui County to study at your school? I am for your mother, what are you for? I thought you would not be interested in these things."
His assistant Su Yun has been following up on the Qingshui County remote classroom project. At that time, it was planned to fund the live broadcast equipment of all high schools in Qingshui County, but there was no plan to sponsor the first student to study at Wenhua No. 1 Middle School.
After he learned from Su Yun, he was very surprised for a while. Today, he also learned that this project targeting the first place in Qingshui County has changed, and the project's funding has always come from Lin Qinhe himself.
He was really curious why his son, who was as indifferent as him, did this.
for what
Lin Qinhe looked at the bright moon hanging high outside the pavilion.
In fact, he never believed that there would really be someone in this world willing to run to another person regardless of everything.
But he knew that some people regarded him as the moon in the sky, and rushed to him so that he could cross mountains and seas.
He was never expected to do well because he always did well, and he never expected others to do for him, even his parents, because he didn't like to owe anyone.
He treats all relationships in the world, including parental affection, as indifferent.
But when he couldn't help but open those letters that spanned thousands of kilometers, and read the clumsy handwriting carefully disguised as a girl, the burning hot and innocent yearning for him was burning like fire.
It was as if he was the only one in the world.
It seems to burn everything for him.
He didn't know what made him endure these influx of letters, and he didn't know when he started, from initial boredom, to habit, and then to a little hope that he never had.
He suddenly wondered, if he threw a rope that was insignificant to him into the deep well, the fool who saw him as a light before walking out of the night and vowed to come to him, who thought he was smart but exposed early , will he grab the rope he gave and try to walk to his side.
Qiao Yitang teased that he was playing the game of cultivation, but only he knew that it was not.
He is not a charity, nor a game.
What was his original intention
Seeing his son staring at the moon in a daze, Lin Ze asked again in the night wind:
"Could it be that you are also for your mother?"
Lin Qinhe regained his senses, smiled very lightly, his eyes seemed to be softened by the moonlight, and said slowly:
"No, it's just that I can't help but want to illuminate him when I see a person walking very hard at night."
He just wanted the person who came to him to have a better and less hard life to have his wish.
It was easy for him.
This is just his original intention.
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