Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

More than a month passed quickly. On the morning of August 1, Liu Qingna, who had been busy at the construction site recently, did not go out today. Instead, she handed over a red envelope with a smile and sent the postal courier away.

She was holding a red EMS paper mail bag in her hand, with the admission letter written in the middle, and the five-pointed star logo and Kyoto Film Academy composed of film below.

Yang Wenchang hurriedly said: "Wait until my son comes back before opening it."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Liu Qingna stopped her hand movements instantly.

Liu Qingna complained: "I'm calling him now, and he doesn't care about such a big thing as receiving the admission letter."

Yang Wenchang smiled and pointed to the sketch on the table and said: "The child is busy studying. Look at how good the pencil drawing he drew for us is, like a photo."

"That's a sketch, not a pencil drawing." Liu Qingna replied, covering her phone.

"Hey, son, your notice has arrived, come back soon."

"What?"

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qingna complained to her husband:

"He can't come back, he said he went to Wolong Mountain, I shouldn't let him buy a car."

"It's okay for my son to drive, otherwise I can give him the car keys. Besides, it's bought for us, he will only drive it once or twice."

After a few seconds of silence, Liu Qingna suddenly said: "Do you think my son is in love? I found long hair on his clothes last week."

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Yang Wenchang became interested.

"He said he probably got it on the bus, so I didn't take it seriously."

Yang Wenchang was a little disappointed: "Oh, then it's not, my son won't lie to us, and he has high standards."

At this moment, Yang Lingyue, who can't lie, is indeed in Wolong Mountain, not in the scenic area, but in the parking lot of the cemetery area.

Yu Li said with red eyes: "Thank you for coming with me."

Yang Lingyue reached out and wiped the tears left on Yu Li's face: "Okay, get in the car."

After getting in the car, Yang Lingyue asked: "Where are you going?"

Yu Li whispered: "Go home and cook."

Yang Lingyue started the Passat and was silent all the way.

After returning to Yu Li's house, Yang Lingyue turned on the computer and started working, while Yu Li changed her clothes and went to the kitchen to work.

Nowadays, some websites have risen to a weight of 4, and the traffic is no longer the same. The corresponding revenue growth is also very large, from about 40,000 a day to more than 60,000 now.

Yang Lingyue looked at these numbers, and there was no ripple in his heart. It could no longer bring him a sense of accomplishment.

He opened and looked at the stocks he bought in early July. Yang Lingyue had never touched stocks in his previous life, but he had some impression that after the major domestic banks went public, the domestic stock market ushered in a two-year bull market until the financial crisis in 2008.

After a preliminary understanding of some stock trading processes, Yang Lingyue invested 1 million yuan in succession, only buying ICBC stocks. In less than a week, it fell by 4.8%, but now it has slowly recovered.

The forum says that the bull market has the characteristics of fast decline and slow rise. In short, almost all stock traders are full of confidence in the stock market.

Seeing that Sinopec's share reform has entered the final stage, Yang Lingyue thought to himself that this is a big bull.

Just as he was about to continue to learn more, a scream came from the kitchen.

Looking up, Yu Li was covering his left hand with his right hand, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.

Yang Lingyue's heart trembled suddenly, as if his heart skipped a beat. At this time, he remembered that he was afraid of blood. Unlike others, he was not afraid of himself, but he would always feel flustered and dizzy when he saw people close to him injured.

He swallowed his saliva, got up and took out the medicine box, and found alcohol, white medicine and band-aids. At this time, Yu Li had walked out of the kitchen with a calm expression.

Yu Li held out the cut finger and motioned Yang Lingyue to wash it for her.

Gritting her teeth, she poured alcohol on the wound.

"Hiss"

Yu Li took a breath, and the alcohol also allowed Yang Lingyue to see the wound.

Then he felt his hands and feet were cold, but he still insisted on applying medicine and putting on a Band-Aid.

After he relaxed, his half-squatting body immediately fell to the ground and stabilized his breathing.

Seeing Yang Lingyue's pale face and clenched fists, Yu Li asked in surprise:

"What's wrong with you?"

Before Yang Lingyue answered, she also sat down and touched Yang Lingyue's hand, which was cold.

Seeing Yu Li's concerned and somewhat panicked eyes, Yang Lingyue said: "It's just a little blood-sick, it's okay, just one or two minutes."

"There really is such a thing as blood-sick."

Yang Lingyue was too lazy to answer such a boring question.

Sometimes when a man shows some vulnerability, it will arouse the natural maternal instinct of a woman to a great extent, just like many scumbags who show that they have been hurt in love and look depressed can always arouse the love of women.

So when getting along with women, appropriately showing your weak side will greatly narrow the distance between each other.

Yu Li couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, and then hugged Yang Lingyue.

Yang Lingyue also felt at ease, and couldn't help rubbing her broad chest.

Yu Li felt the movements of Yang Lingyue in her arms, and an inexplicable breath surged into her heart, making her eyes sore. She took a breath and whispered: "Then how can you be a director in the future? Don't shoot the scenes of injuries."

"Are you okay? You are confused because of your concern. If you think so, I won't even watch the scenes of injuries in all TV dramas and movies. I will just faint if I am injured and bleeding."

Yang Lingyue felt much better, so she looked up and got out of Yu Li's arms.

Yu Li felt disappointed, so she stood up and said, "Eat some fruit, I'll continue cooking."

Yang Lingyue looked at Yu Li's hand and said, "Let me help you."

"Okay."

Yu Li did not refuse as before, but turned around and smiled.

The two worked together, Yang Lingyue cut meat and vegetables, and Yu Li was responsible for cooking.

They were all home-cooked dishes, fried eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with chili peppers, garlic sprouts and black fungus, mushroom soup, and rice as the staple food.

After dinner, Yang Lingyue naturally washed the dishes.

"I wear gloves."

"No, don't touch the wound again."

Then Yu Li stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Yang Lingyue, and from time to time she said which cabinet to put something in. What she didn't know was that she was smiling all the time.

After returning to the bedroom, Yu Li said, "I have gained a few pounds recently."

Yang Lingyue looked up and down, still like a gourd: "Is it? I can't see it."

Pull the curtains and start lunch break.

After a while, Yu Li couldn't sleep, and the scene of her hugging Yang Lingyue kept surging in her mind.

She turned over and looked at Yang Lingyue with her eyes closed and said, "You didn't touch me these days. Is it because I want to commemorate my parents?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Yu Li responded, took off her clothes and got into Yang Lingyue's bed.

Yang Lingyue felt the softness in her arms, and her sleepiness disappeared. She opened her eyes and said to Yu Li with a dazed look:

"Tomorrow."

"No, now, I just want now."