Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

how lucky

at the most beautiful age

met you

no regrets and pity

hold you tight

use all your strength

Don't let happiness escape

how lucky

love you this thing

Be me, the best decision in this life

I believe you are the only one

willing to accompany you to the end

how lucky to meet you

how lucky to fall in love with you

how lucky to be together

The car was surrounded by the song "How Lucky". Huang Yi looked at the back streets on both sides and Meng Qingfan who was driving beside him. Suddenly, he felt that this song was about how lucky he was to meet Meng Qingfan. At his most beautiful age, he could fall in love with this person.

"What major does Xiao Yi want to study?" It's not long before the college entrance examination, and he usually doesn't deliberately urge Huang Yi to study, he thinks it's good to let nature take its course, and doesn't want to put too much pressure on Huang Yi.

"Professional... What about you, Qingqing?" Huang Yi didn't study these things, his goal was Meng Qingfan. When the teacher asked him to write his motto some time ago, he only wrote three words 'Meng Qingfan'. The teacher read it Didn't say anything after that.

"Me? Law, so now I'm a lawyer."

"Then I'll learn the Fa as well." Huang Yi said firmly.

Meng Qingfan paused and smiled and said, "Do you want to be a lawyer? If you don't want to, you can choose your favorite profession and don't be affected by me."

Meng Qingfan thought back to those days in a daze. If it wasn't for that woman, he might be an announcer, an architect, a doctor... In short, he wouldn't be a lawyer.

Huang Yi thought about it seriously, and felt that he still wanted to become a lawyer like Qingqing. Although many people thought that being a lawyer was a very neutral profession, and it was clearly synonymous with justice and fairness, but sometimes he had to be ambiguous. Stand with conscience on the side of injustice.

In the future, he is likely to defend a murderer, or stand on the side of a rapist, because the law itself is a history of human crime.

Maybe he will actually serve justice, but these actions probably account for less than half of the cases he represents.After all, the opposite of justice is injustice. Sometimes justice faces injustice, but most of the time it is injustice facing injustice.

"I want to be the same as Qingqing." In Huang Yi's heart, Meng Qingfan is the holy dream that hangs in the blue sky very high and far away.

Although Meng Qingfan is a leader in the legal profession, the scope of cases he accepts is very small. Huang Yi has observed that the cases accepted by the firm are different, but most of the cases Meng Qingfan takes over are domestic violence, and most of the victims are It's teenagers.

"Okay, then when you grow up, I will pass on Dad's family business to you." Meng Qingfan said with a smile.

"Qingqing, if I go to university, will I have to go far away?"

"Not necessarily. It depends on which university you want to go to. The nearest university is in this city, and the law school at University A is also very good."

Huang Yi's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he hurriedly said, "Qingqing, it's here! It's here!"

Meng Qingfan rubbed Huang Yi's hair and said, "Then you have to work hard, this school has a very high score."

The small flames in Huang Yi's eyes went out immediately, and he nestled pitifully on the passenger seat like a wilted cabbage.

Meng Qingfan pinched his face amusedly and comforted him: "You are only a little short of your current grades, just sprint and it will be fine."

"really?"

"Ah."

So in the quiet office, Meng Qingfan was handling the case on one side of the desk, and Huang Yi was studying hard on the other side of the desk.

People often need a motivation on the road of chasing their dreams. This motivation may come from the pressure of family members, the expectations of others, the desire for dreams, or the persistence of love.

Meng Qingfan is all Huang Yi's motivation, he thought, maybe he had a unique feeling for Meng Qingfan a long time ago, that's why he was doing what a seven-year-old child would do at the age of 17.

The identity of his son restrained him, but it also gave him a reason to get close to Meng Qingfan openly and aboveboard.

The sun shines into the glass, and you can see the fine dust floating between the two of you. Meng Qingfan seems to become isolated from the world as soon as she enters the working state. Huang Yi looks at Meng Qingfan with warmth in his heart.

The tip of his nose suddenly itched, Huang Yi raised the pen in his hand and rubbed it on his nose, then turned back to think hard about the algebra problem on the paper.

"Pfft...you little cat." As soon as Meng Qingfan looked up, he saw that Huang Yi's nose was covered with black carbon brush strokes, and the drawings were straight and even.

"Ah?" Huang Yi raised his head in a daze, with a bitter face, his mind was full of mathematical symbols.

Meng Qingfan got up and approached Huang Yi, smiled and stretched out her thumb to help him wipe off the dark spots on his nose, unexpectedly, she rubbed more and more, until finally Meng Qingfan stopped and laughed.

Huang Yi raised the mobile phone next to him and looked at it. The whole tip of his nose was black, like a barking dog.

Huang Yi knelt down on the desk with one hand propped up, then deliberately reached out to rub his nose, and raised two black hands and rushed towards Meng Qingfan.

Meng Qingfan smiled and caught the person who fell towards him, and quickly grabbed his two hands with malicious intentions.

Unconvinced, Huang Yi approached Meng Qingfan's face, and kept rubbing the tip of his nose against his face, until Meng Qingfan's face also turned black before stopping in satisfaction.

Meng Qingfan couldn't help but dragged him to the bathroom to wash his face. Clear water obviously had no effect. Fortunately, there was soap next to him that he forgot to take home last time.

Meng Qingfan's index finger slid a few times on the soap and then moved to Huang Yi's nose. Huang Yi imitated Meng Qingfan and also dipped some soap on Meng Qingfan's face.

"Okay, you can make yourself like this by doing a test paper." Meng Qingfan said with a smile.

"Don't move!" Huang Yi fixed Meng Qingfan's face with one hand, and circled the dark spot with the other hand.

Huang Yi tiptoed, the distance between the two was so quiet that even each other's breathing could be felt, time seemed to be paused for an instant.

"Are you ready?" In the end, it was Meng Qingfan who spoke first, and he vaguely felt that something would happen if the atmosphere was not interrupted.

"Well, it's all right." Huang Yi quickly withdrew his greedy gaze and said with a smile.

"Qingqing, the paper is so difficult, teach me." Huang Yi held Meng Qingfan's arm tightly with a bitter face. Mathematics is really his nemesis. The full score is 150, and he just passed the passing line of 90 every time.

Meng Qingfan smiled and rubbed Huang Yi's hair and pulled him back to his seat, then quickly looked at the questions on Huang Yi's paper, took the calculation paper on the side and wrote down the steps to solve the questions neatly.

"See if you can understand. If you don't understand, I'll tell you."

Huang Yi nodded and carefully looked at the steps on the paper, the more he looked at it, the more he admired Meng Qingfan.

"Qingqing, you are amazing! How did you think of it?" Huang Yi said in a fuss.

"Your teacher is talking about a method suitable for the whole class, but there are many ways to solve a problem. People with stronger thinking tend to be more suitable for the more difficult problem-solving method, but this method is generally more concise. "

Huang Yi nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said anxiously: "Qingqing, I can understand, so can I use this method?"

Meng Qingfan nodded in relief, and said, "I'll teach you."

With Meng Qingfan as a private tutor, Huang Yi's mathematics has improved a lot, at least he can pass the threshold of [-] points.

Huang Yi quickly finished the remaining papers and checked them again before putting them in his schoolbag. He checked the time, it was eleven o'clock.

Huang Yi looked at Meng Qingfan who was on the phone, pasted a post-it note on his cup, picked up the thermal box and walked out.

After leaving Meng Qingfan's office, turn left and there is a small cubicle about 20 meters away. There are five microwave ovens in it, which are used for heating meals for employees.

As soon as Huang Yi entered, many people greeted him, and he was really flattered all of a sudden.

After Meng Qingfan hung up the phone, he saw the post-it note on the cup, "I'm going to heat up the meal~" and there was an emoji behind it.

After a few minutes, Huang Yi came back with an insulated box, arranged the food and called Meng Qingfan to eat with a smile.

"Show me your hands." Meng Qingfan put down the chopsticks that Huang Yi handed over and said suddenly.

"Hands? It's nothing, let's eat!" Huang Yi panickedly picked up a big crab and put it in Meng Qingfan's bowl, smiling guiltily.

Meng Qingfan got up directly and walked to Huang Yi's side, grabbed his left hand that had been placed by his side and looked at it. As expected, the entire back of the hand was red.

"Why didn't you say it? It doesn't hurt you!" Meng Qingfan didn't notice her sudden increase in volume.

Huang Yi glanced at Meng Qingfan cautiously, and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

Meng Qingfan sighed helplessly and turned back to the cabinet to get the first aid kit. Although the burn ointment works, it won't work immediately.

"Qingqing..."

Meng Qingfan held Huang Yi's reddened paws, and smeared the burn ointment while blowing gently.

"Don't hide it from me if you get hurt in the future." Meng Qingfan flicked Huang Yi's bright forehead vigorously.

Huang Yi nodded with tears in his eyes, and embraced Meng Qingfan, "Yeah."