Mr Gingerbread

Lu Ming had a pleasant vacation for a few days. After the students in the academy carefully reminded him of the time, it was time to pack his luggage for the return journey.

Han Qiaoyu had prepared a lot of things, and the suitcase Lu Ming brought couldn't fit in it at all. Prime Minister Han took Lu Ming's suitcase of course and replaced him with a large new suitcase.Lu Ming couldn't dissuade him, so he could only sit on the sidelines with his chin on his back and watch him clean up for himself like this. Han Qiaoyu didn't move in the slightest, and filled the gaps of the entire suitcase, but when he buckled it up, the gaps just closed. A neat rectangle.

Lu Ming watched with relish, especially the pleasure of organizing things.

While tidying up, Han Qiaoyu said to him, "I bought a few sets of clothes for you, and a set of formal clothes, remember to wear them."

Lu Ming said: "I'm not going out to look for a job, so I don't need to wear a formal suit, it takes up too much space..."

Han Qiaoyu said: "Isn't there a competition soon? Save it to receive the award."

Lu Ming said: "It's my first time participating, so I don't know if I can win an award. You prepared your clothes too early."

"It's not too early." Han Qiaoyu closed the suitcase, walked over and pinched his chin and kissed him: "My man, you should dress decently."

After Han Qiaoyu finished packing, when he sent Lu Ming to the airport the next day, he wanted to keep Lu Ming for a few more days.

Lu Ming touched his hand, smiled and said, "Don't do this, we can meet again after the winter vacation."

Han Qiaoyu held it with his backhand, his brows still frowning.

At the airport, when Lu Ming waved to him with his suitcase, Han Qiaoyu still couldn't restrain himself, hugged him vigorously, kissed his forehead and ear, and whispered a few words: "Be careful, give me a hand when you arrive. Call up."

He spoke very lightly, but Lu Ming felt a little bit reluctant.

When we met, we only felt happy, and we would inevitably feel disappointed when we separated. However, with time, I gradually got used to this emotion.

The days of getting together less and leaving more often lasted for three years.

Lu Ming didn't expect that he would be able to hold on. He and Han Qiaoyu had also quarreled, and they couldn't explain everything clearly through the phone call. When they got angry, they didn't give in to each other. He said it fiercely. On Han Qiaoyu's side, it was like a silent volcano, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he didn't talk much, but every word and sentence was very important, and he was strictly controlled.But stumbling, in the end, the relationship between the two people is still there, they give in to each other, and after they get an explanation from each other, they just let it go.

More than three years can be said to be long or short. Lu Ming completed his studies during this period. He has been very busy during his postgraduate studies. The school has won many awards.During this period, the relationship with Han Qiaoyu was also strong, and they kept getting together for at least two months every year, and spent all the winter and summer vacations here in the past few years.

When Han Qiaoyu returned to China occasionally, he would go to school to look for him. He was thinking about someone in his heart, and he always felt at ease after seeing the other person with his own eyes.

Lu Ming was busy running around. Apart from the things in the academy, there was also Han Qiaoyu to deal with, so there were fewer forums.

Such days lasted until mid-September, when Han Qiaoyu returned to China.

In September, the sun is scorching like fire.

The car drove all the way to the entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts, and stopped there for a while. The assistant saw that the boss sitting behind did not respond, so he reminded in a timid voice: "Mr. Han, we are here."

Han Qiaoyu raised his eyes from the laptop screen on his lap, frowned and glanced ahead, but there was still no sign of letting go.

The assistant only dared to take a look at the boss from the front and rear view mirrors, trembling with fright at the black face, and didn't dare to urge him any more.

Han Qiaoyu closed the notebook and said, "Bring your things and follow me."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly responded, got out of the car and followed.

There are many trees planted in the campus, some old trees are as thick as two people hugging each other, the branches and leaves are intertwined, and they are lush and lush. Even if there are noisy cicadas when walking in such an environment, the heat has dropped a lot, and even The impetuousness in my heart also began to ease.

After Han Qiaoyu left for a while, someone came to greet him and took him straight to the school office.But they missed the office, and the appointed Dean Sun was not in the office, and the person who received them said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, there is a traffic jam today, Dean Sun thought you would be late , I went to be a referee for the students of the Academy of Chinese Painting, oh, there is a game in the basketball hall today, it is rare that the students of our academy also entered the final..."

Han Qiaoyu got up without hesitation and said, "Where is the gymnasium?"

The receptionist was stunned: "What?"

Han Qiaoyu said: "Isn't it a competition in the gymnasium?"

The other party immediately said: "Yes, yes, I will take you there!"

Han Qiaoyu was not polite to him, and followed him in strides. He was tall and long-legged, and the way he walked behind with a sullen face made the guide want to trot all the way. Looking at him from a distance, he looked like he was being chased by a big boss to the gymnasium. .When they arrived at the entrance of the gymnasium, the guides were already out of breath. They were all civil servants, and they usually only used brushes to make pictures, paint trays, etc. They had never exercised like this before.

"Dean Sun is right here, the top referee's seat, go in by yourself."

"Thank you." Han Qiaoyu nodded slightly, and after thanking him, he strode in and pushed open the heavy iron gate of the gymnasium. He was greeted with shouts that filled his eardrums. Before he could frown again, he was caught A youthful breath swept through the whole body.

The whole hall was cheering and shouting desperately, as if they were hoarse, just in time for a forward player to score a three-pointer, the movement from jumping to shooting was smooth and smooth, and the moment the sweat dripped from the tip of the hair, the ball also went in a parabola Flying across the air, it is as fast as falling from the tip of a person with a "swish" - right in the heart!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

"Brother Lu is doing great!! Come on, Academy of Chinese Painting! Come on!!"

"Fight with them, oh, oh, oh!!!"

"Lu Ming, Lu Ming! You win if you are here!!"

The screams and shouts of boys and girls were mixed together. The moment the goal was scored, the roof was almost toppled over. Everyone's eyes also fell on the boy in the center of the field. If the sight was hot, it was enough to make everyone in the field The air is burning.

Han Qiaoyu hadn't appeared in such a restless occasion for a long time. He was a little uncomfortable for a while, but his body was much more honest than his will, and he set his eyes on the focal point of the basketball court without any hesitation. On the most familiar figure.

It was a boy with a handsome appearance, in his twenties, and his height of 1.7 meters seemed a bit petite among this group of five big and three thick men. Compared with these people, his fair skin looked like a scholar, But his playing is unambiguous, with a wild energy.When he shot, he jumped up on tiptoe for a moment, stretched his slender body in the air, his movements were smooth and beautiful, and what was more attractive was his eyes, the moment the basketball was thrown, his eyebrows were raised, and he was originally a little bit up. The tails of the cocked eyes are even more curved, and there is a small light-colored mole under the eyes, which is touching.

Han Qiaoyu's eyes fell on the other party, and he subconsciously took a step there, but was soon followed by his assistant, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Han, Mr. Han? Where are you going?"

Han Qiaoyu took a deep breath, his eyes were still on the man, and he moved away after a while, suppressing his voice and shaking his head, "It's okay, where is Dean Sun? I want to see him."

The assistant hurriedly led him to the referee's seat. Han Qiaoyu was still looking up at the field along the way, frowning and then loosening, but his face was much better than before.

Dean Sun saw them coming from the referee's seat, and quickly gave the whistle to the people next to him, and came over himself and said, "Qiao Yu, I'm really sorry, it's rare for the children to make it to the finals here, so I'll come and have a look... last year The one who came here to cut the ribbon is your elder brother, you haven’t seen this stadium yet, have you? Let me show you?”

Han Qiaoyu said, "Thank you."

Dean Sun smiled and said, "You're welcome, this gymnasium was built thanks to Mr. Han's donation."

The assistant took a peek at his boss's face, and saw that the calm face was seriously observing, and he felt a little relieved.He came back all the way from abroad with his boss. Before returning to China, the boss wanted to break it into pieces, but after returning to China, seeing that the black face did not show any signs of improvement. Instead, it became more and more stinky. They are all worried, that is to say, they have eased up a little today, and they are still interested in visiting the gymnasium.

The assistant secretly glanced at the No. 10 player on the field, with a complicated look on his face.

In the past, he also took care of the life assistant, so he naturally knew some of the boss's personal affairs. The reason for Mr. Han's bad temper during this time is inseparable from him.Even though he thought so, he followed along the way with a watchful eye.

Han Qiaoyu's stature was extremely tall, and he looked half a head taller than the members of the basketball team. The man dressed in a suit was particularly tall and imposing, attracting the attention of many people.

Dean Sun said with a smile: "Mr. Han also likes to play basketball, right? With your height, it would be a pity not to play."

Han Qiaoyu nodded and said, "Occasionally, my younger brother likes these."

The two exchanged a few words in a low voice. The Han family started out as a manufacturer of medical equipment. Over the years, they have been well-known in the industry. Mr. Han has a special affection for art, especially calligraphy and painting. He himself is not good at calligraphy and painting, but he loves them very much. For collection appreciation, there has been some cooperation with the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, and a foundation has been established. Last year alone, 3000 million was donated to build the gymnasium. Therefore, Dean Sun was also very enthusiastic about Han Qiaoyu when he saw him. .

Half of Han Qiaoyu's coming here is because of the old man's intention, and the other half is for himself.If someone told him a few years ago that he would go to the Academy of Fine Arts, he would not believe it, but now he wished he could live here—Lu Ming had been working overtime for a week and did not come home.

Han Qiaoyu stared at the field, casually discussing with Dean Sun about the gymnasium, but only one player, No. 10, was staring at him.