Chapter 1: Nick name
Standing there and watching the taxi go away, gradually disappearing from sight, Wen Quyi didn't look back for a long time.
Until a melodious sound of music penetrated into my ears, it was a piano piece that he had played countless times so that he knew it by heart. The melody was soft and melodious with a touch of graceful sadness, like a simple girl who was sincerely praying for her own happiness. Same wish.
Looking back from a distance, he raised his hand and took out the phone in his pocket. When he saw the name displayed on the screen, his brows furrowed unconsciously.
"Hello." He put the phone to his ear, his eyelids drooped naturally, and the young man's fair and moist face was covered with an inconspicuous shadow.
On the other end of the phone, a woman's gentle voice sounded: "Xiaoyi, are you done with it? When will you be back?"
After a moment of silence, Wen Quyi said softly, "I'm not going back."
"What?" The woman exclaimed, and quickly realized the problem, "Is it because of Yu Mian?"
The drooping eyelashes trembled suddenly, and a look of pain flashed across the boy's dark pupils. He took a deep breath, as if he could suppress the messy thoughts in his heart.
"Mom, I promised you earlier that I would accept the admission letter from the Mannister Conservatory of Music, but you also promised me that as long as I finish my university studies, I can come back to be with her."
Wen Quyi said in a low voice, her voice was shattered by the rustling autumn wind, "She is dead...I regret it very much, why did I leave in the first place, if only I stayed in X city to accompany her...Mom, I really, I really regret it, I had a dream last night, the day I got the admission notice, we were walking under the camphor tree, I didn’t say I was going abroad, I told her I liked her..."
His tone was calm without any ups and downs, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, without the slightest change in expression on his face. Even though he said regret in his mouth, there was only a blank expression on his face.
Wen's mother was already choked up. As a mother, she knew her child very well. She could feel how sad the boy on the other end of the phone was now.
"Okay, mom promises you, mom will handle the transfer procedures for you here, let's go back to X city, shall we?"
Wen Quyi turned around, walked back slowly, and thanked softly: "Thank you, Mom."
Walking downstairs in the community, when his empty eyes touched something on the ground, his eyes froze. I saw a reddish-brown pendant lying quietly on the ground where the corner of the stairs meets the corridor, Wen Quyi bent down to pick up the pendant, held it with her fingertips and inspected it carefully.
This is a small reddish-brown wooden square sign. On one side of the card is engraved the word "Ping An", and on the other side there is only a simple word "Yu". It smells a delicate fragrance, and there is a bunch of small tassels of the same color hanging under the pendant, which is delicate and elegant.
Rubbing the word "Yu" on the card with her fingertips, listening to her mother's worried call, Wen Quyi put the small wooden card in her pocket, and said softly: "Mom, you can go out to play with Dad, I will Can take care of myself."
"Don't worry, I won't do stupid things. Can you send me the things I need? It just so happened that my tutor recommended Professor Chu Feng from the School of Art to me a while ago, and I can follow him to study in the future."
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Sitting in the car on the way back, Yu Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out the phone that he hadn't touched all morning, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and two unread WeChat messages popped up in the status bar.
Dead Face: [recommended business card]
Dead Face: This is the tutor's WeChat, you can contact him yourself, and tell him if you have any questions.
Yu Mian blinked, recalling what her elder brother Yu Xing said before going out in the morning, she couldn't help but get a black hair.
It turned out that this dead face was a note from the original body to his brother. I have to say that it really fits Yu Xing's cold and expressionless image, but it is also really rude.
Anyway, with Yu Mian's character, he can't do such a thing as giving someone a nickname.
Perhaps it has something to do with her own experience. Since she was a child, she has been more mature and stable than her peers, so she is often given the position of monitor by the teacher.
Students on campus like to call their classmates nicknames, but Yu Mian has never done so, she always thinks it is impolite.
When I was studying before, some people said that she was too serious and couldn't make jokes, but she just smiled and didn't speak.
She didn't reply to Yu Xing, but clicked on Yu Xing's WeChat avatar, planning to change the note first.
I have a problem when typing a new note, what should I change?
elder brother? A little too ordinary.
Oni sauce? Yu wake up? brother? brother?
She thought for a few seconds, and finally wrinkled her little nose, and changed him to "brother and lord".
The older brother sounds a little playful and a little bit intimate, which also represents her sincere hope that one day she can become close to her brother.
After changing the remarks, she went back and sent a message to "Master Brother".
Mianmian: Received Thank you brother o(>ω<)o
After answering, she clicked on the business card pushed over, and first looked at the basic information of the tutor.
The other party's WeChat nickname is "Shanshang", and his profile picture is a black and white Chinese style ink painting. There is a large area of blank space in the painting, only a row of low mountains, a small boat and a small figure.
The mountains are light, and the water is also light. Only the lone boat and a little figure are dotted with deep thick ink, just like a drop of ink dripping into the paper, and the painting becomes a thick and colorful stroke, straight from the eyes of the viewer. Branded to the bottom of my heart.
Yu Mian stared at the painting for a long time, and when she regained consciousness, it was already ten minutes later.
She has been learning Chinese painting by herself, so she naturally has the ability to appreciate this type of painting, so she can tell that the painting on this head portrait is not an online picture that most people like to use, but the work of someone who really has Chinese painting skills.
Was this painting drawn by the new teacher?
Such an idea naturally popped up in her mind, and the more Yu Mian thought about it, the more likely it was.
After all, she learned painting by herself, and the teacher her brother found for her must also be a person who also learned painting. Now she just doesn't know what kind of person this teacher is. If this painting is really drawn by him, Yu Mian wonders Worship him as a teacher.
Because of such an avatar, Yu Mian was deeply curious about the tutor who hadn't met yet, and couldn't help but want to meet this teacher soon.
But at this moment when she was sitting in the car returning home, full of infinite expectations for the future, she didn't know that there was a topic on the Internet that was climbing the hot search list at an extremely fast speed.
Mu Lan, also known as Shen Hai, a senior fan of Lin Jianshen on the Internet, held the phone so angry that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes almost burst into flames.
"Ahhhhh why! Why did you give that woman a thumbs up! Obviously I also posted the lottery, okay! I posted twice as much as that woman! Why didn't he give me a thumbs up ah ah ah I Dissatisfied!!"
Miss Mu Lan, who maintained her own image, grabbed the pillow and beat it vigorously, her face was full of gritted teeth and resentment, and she could no longer see her usual elegance and luxury.
The voice of my best friend Li Qingtong came from the phone, comforting her and saying, "Lanlan, don't be sad. After all, Kapok is Shenshen's number one fan. It's normal to have some feelings after so many years. We don't need to worry, isn't your family going to find someone Product endorsement, I think this endorsement can be filmed by Shenshen, and then you can take the opportunity to let him see you."
Hearing what she said, Mu Lan's face gradually improved. She thought for a while and said, "Yes, you are right. As long as I pay enough, Shen Shen will see me sooner or later! I will tell my father about this One thing, when the time comes, I can still set the shooting location at my house, and I can get in close contact with Shen Shen..."
As Mu Lan was talking, these pictures seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help laughing happily, "That poor man Mu Mian, even if he won the lottery, so what, can you give an endorsement to Shen Shen! Hmph!"
The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I was too busy at work yesterday, and I stopped updating for a day, and I started to recover today