Years Know Long Summer

In May, the biology competition entered the second round.

Lin Zhixia went to the provincial capital city C to participate in the provincial competition together with a group of students with excellent grades from Feng City, with the impressive results of No.1 in the city.

To Lin Zhixia, this match is what last year's China Games was to Shenglang.

As long as Lin Zhixia can get good grades above the provincial two, many universities will open their own admission doors to him, and he can pass the threshold of the college entrance examination in advance.The third year of high school, which is hell for most students, will be as easy as a vacation for him.

"But I don't need Dalian provincial one, as long as students who have won the national award." Lin Zhixia said, "I must win the provincial one to be eligible to participate in the national competition."

"Then take it." Sheng Lang said, "You will get Provincial One, Xia Xia."

Lin Zhixia smiled: "You always have so much confidence in me."

"When I competed, you never worried that I would not win the gold medal." Sheng Lang said.

Lin Zhixia thought to herself, this is probably the feeling of confidant.

They know each other best and trust each other the most, and they can put themselves into the other's position without any obstacles to think.

Even if their hobbies and what they are good at are very different, there is no gap in their hearts.

After sending Lin Zhixia to the bullet train bound for C City, Sheng Lang took the bus and came to Yang Jingxing's studio.

Yang Jingxing's studio is located near a famous Academy of Fine Arts in this city, in an old commercial building of some years.

The building is old and tidy, and the interior is deliberately decorated in the style of the 60s and [-]s of the last century, with a strong nostalgic atmosphere.

The interior of the studio is also very different from Sheng Lang's imagination.

There is no fashionable decoration, no gorgeous colors, the color tone here is mainly black, white and gray, and there are only a few pots of green plants at most.

"The working place and the display place have different styles." Yang Jingxing explained, "The fancy decoration will only affect the visual effect and distract attention. Here, pragmatism comes first."

Yang Jingxing took Sheng Lang to visit the studio and explained to him the names and uses of the things he saw.

The large workbench is full of proofing cardboards and cut parts, the design drawings are nailed to the corkboard, and the mannequin is dressed in semi-finished products.

Two rows of tall shelves are filled with bundles of fabric samples and storage boxes of hardware.On the floor under the sewing machine were scattered threads and rags that hadn't been cleaned up in time, and there was a sour smell of new cloth floating in the air.

The place is messy and orderly, and there is a rigorous working atmosphere everywhere.

Sheng Lang relaxed his guard a little.

The staff in Yang Jingxing's studio is not complicated, there is a male assistant, two apprentices, one male and one female, and two interns from the Academy of Fine Arts next door.

Everyone respected Yang Jingxing, and they looked at Sheng Lang exactly the same as Yang Jingxing.

With a lot of contact, Sheng Lang can now tell the difference between these gazes and ordinary perverts.

Sex fan is indeed sex fan, but besides that, there is a kind of excitement and fanaticism that he doesn't quite understand, which has nothing to do with sex.

It's very similar to Lin Zhixia's eyes when he reads a good book, or looks at a plate of successfully cultivated mold.

Later Yang Jingxing explained to Sheng Lang: "A really good model can add luster to the clothes and add a lot of points. And you are such a model. There are really very few good male models in China, you are really a treasure."

Sheng Lang understood that he had a cheating physique.No wonder these players flock to him.

Thinking about it this way, he might have misunderstood Yang Jingxing a bit.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, Sheng Lang was slapped in the face by his own words.

"Measure the size." The female apprentice—also known as the assistant designer—suggested, "Brother, don't you mind taking off your clothes?"

Sheng Lang spent half of the year wandering around in swimming trunks, and was used to showing his body.He took off his coat generously and stood on the fitting table.

I only heard Yang Jingxing say in an excited tone: "Let's all come and see. This is the most beautiful butt that I have seen in the years since I have been in the industry!"

Sheng Lang: "..."

This afternoon, Sheng Lang tried on more than 30 sets of clothes in one go.

From trendy casual wear to neat and neat formal wear, from spring clothing to light summer clothing, from yuppie style to British style to new Chinese classical style.

The face is still a little immature, but the tall and fit body can easily support the perfect outline of the adult clothes.

This boy has never learned stepping, but years of physical exercise has kept his muscles in top condition.

When he walked from one end of the studio in a simple shirt and trousers, his lazy steps and defiance of everything caused everyone to take a deep breath.

"This is also the straightest leg I have ever seen." Yang Jingxing praised.

Fashion is different from sportswear, Sheng Lang's wild atmosphere is restrained by neat lines.

His gaze was still unruly, but his temperament was instantly restrained, like a sword in its sheath, like a wolf transformed into a human form, blending into the city from the jungle.

This ease of retraction also allows his strong personal characteristics not to take away people's attention from his clothing.

He and those clothes are like a good partner, complementing each other and combining into a perfect masterpiece.

Yang Jingxing could tell that the young man was very happy.

Even though Sheng Lang was pretending to be old-fashioned, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement still betrayed his emotions.

Who doesn't love a nice new dress.Sheng Lang knows how to appreciate beauty, he knows that he is very handsome in the mirror.

It would be great if Xiaoxia could see herself like this.And Sheng Lang felt that there were many sets of clothes, and Lin Zhixia would look better in them than him.

Lin Zhixia is different from himself, he doesn't need too much decoration.

His jade-like gentle brilliance is often radiated in the most simple and elegant, like a refreshing, bright and fragrant summer.

"These are the clothes that will participate in the Autumn Fashion Week in September this year." Yang Jingxing told Sheng Lang, "They are all new styles for spring and summer next year."

"The clothes for next year will be ready half a year in advance?"

"From concept to ready-made clothing, it takes at least half a year."

"So, what you will wear next year has already been decided by you people." Sheng Lang said.

"Fashion is like this." Yang Jingxing said, "A small group of people finalize and manufacture it in the house, and then push it out, trying to get people all over the world to follow. But only a very small number of designers will succeed."

"Did you succeed?"

Yang Jingxing said modestly: "It is on the rise. Chinese designers are much more difficult than others in this industry."

With his schoolbag on his shoulders and his school uniform, Sheng Lang transformed from a fashionable urban youth back into a simple high school student in an instant.

"Come on. Try to be the light of a domestic product."

After Sheng Lang left, there was a buzzing sound in the studio, and everyone could finally express their words after holding back for a long time.

"It really is a big baby! The key is that it has not been polluted by society, and its temperament is very clean!"

"The legs are really long! But the shoulders are a bit too broad, and the arms are a bit big."

"He is a swimmer, relying on the strength of his arms, where the muscles are well developed. The buttocks are so beautiful, he should be an underwear model!"

"Mr. Yang's eyes are really poisonous. This temperament, this face, is worthy of the word 'beautiful'! Teacher Yang?"

Yang Jingxing was immersed in that long-lost excitement that made his fingertips tingle slightly.

He really did not misunderstand the person.This young man is really a priceless treasure that he found by accident, so extravagant that he may not be able to keep it.

Sheng Lang's sex appeal is aggressive.Powerful, lively, diffused aimlessly.

And this young man is still a little beginner.

After he gets through the personnel affairs and tastes the taste of lust and love, his charisma peak will rise and sweep all directions.

Today's Sheng Lang still doesn't understand that a person like him will never stop at a gold medal, or a stable and ordinary teaching position.

He is destined to belong to the lights and applause.

Yang Jingxing got up and walked towards the office.

"Teacher Yang is a little moved." The person who stayed in the studio whispered.

"Who doesn't have a heartbeat? As soon as that kid walked into the studio, my heart rate soared to 120."

"Mr. Yang has always liked this one the most. The predecessor is also a mixed race... But why did you sign him? Teacher Yang doesn't eat grass."

"You don't understand this. If you put it in front of your eyes, you can see it but you can't eat it, which is the most creative inspiration!"

"You know as much as you do!"

Taking the newly earned money, Sheng Lang ran to the counter of the shopping mall to shop around, and finally placed an order from the Taobao flagship store and bought an electronic dictionary.

Sheng Lang also specially asked someone from the stationery store to wrap the box with a layer of beautiful paper, planning to find a suitable time to send it out.

As for how to explain the origin of the money to Lin Zhixia, Sheng Lang had already thought about it.

The owner who rented their house's contract expired, and Sheng Guangquan is still on the run. The renewal contract was signed by grandma in Sheng Lang's name.Half a year's rent is a lot of money.

What's the point of giving a good friend a new dictionary when you have enough money?

Lin Zhixia finished the game and returned to Fengshi.Sheng Lang picked him up from the train station and returned to Yong'an.

It was raining lightly that day, Lin Anwen stood under the tree at the intersection with an umbrella, waiting for his son to come back.

Lin Anwen's blindness has deteriorated more and more over the past few years, and he often speaks, his eye sockets are sunken and dark and purple, which is a bit scary.Later, he got a pair of sunglasses and put them on, becoming a standard blind man's attire.

In the wind and rain, this man's body was thin and somewhat bent, and his body was always covered with those faded clothes and pants.He lived so humblely and tenaciously, dedicating his whole life to his son.

Lin Zhixia saw her father's figure from a distance, her nose felt hot and her eyes turned red.

Lin Anwen couldn't see it, so he just stood there in a daze, listening carefully to the sound of passing footsteps.Reluctantly, the sound of the rain covered all the sounds, and he didn't recover until he was hugged by someone.

"Dad! I'm back!"

Lin Zhixia hugged her father tightly.

He is half a head taller than Lin Anwen.Lin Zhixia was tall and thin, but his father, who was tall and strong in his memory, was even thinner than him now.

After a serious illness, Lin Anwen's physical strength was not as good as before.The work of massage is a bit difficult for him, the number of massages is much less than before, and the income is also reduced.

However, Lin Anwen's technique of acupuncture and moxibustion is well-known.Sister Liu took good care of him and helped him connect with several nearby massage parlors.Lin Anwen went there once a week to be a few regular customers.

Traveling around is a lot of inconvenience for a blind man, but the reduced income is compensated.

This is why Lin Zhixia attaches great importance to biological competition.

Lin Zhixia really wanted to go for early admission, so that the pressure on him in his senior year of high school would be very small, and he would be able to take time off to work and relieve his father's burden.

Lin Zhixia even thought that if she didn't make it to the national competition, she really couldn't do it, so she should choose a passable university to study first.It's a big deal, it's okay to go to T for the postgraduate entrance examination.

He only hated that his father grew old too fast, but he grew too slowly.

Back home, a large pot of fragrant stick bones was waiting for Lin Zhixia.

"Dad," Lin Zhixia said, "how many times have I told you that I eat well at school. You have money to buy yourself something delicious!"

Lin Anwen said: "You only come back once a week, how much is a few bones worth? Stop talking, eat quickly. I'll give you moxibustion later, it's too humid, go get rid of the moisture."

Lin Zhixia gnawed on the ribs, feeling unhappy.

Lin Anwen was eating at the side, and suddenly said: "Xiao Xia, you have grown up, and you are so sensible and capable, you don't need to worry about anything. I don't know what I can do for you, so I just want to cook something you like. If you don't like it, I will..."

"I like it!" Lin Zhixia choked up, "I like to eat. I'm afraid that you will cheat yourself for me."

"No." Lin Anwen smiled, "I will also take care of my body and not burden you."

"dad……"

Lin Anwen said: "By the way, I chatted with the people in the street office today and said that my subsistence allowance is about to be approved. Our family's life will get better and better in the future."

That night, Lin Zhixia slept with his father, as if he had returned to his childhood.

The bed in the master bedroom of the Lin family is also very narrow, but the Lin family father and son are both thin, so they don't feel cramped.

The moonlight outside the window fell on Lin Anwen's face, making his temples white with frost.

"Dad," Lin Zhixia asked softly, "Do you feel that life is hard?"

"It's hard to be a human being." Lin Anwen said, "but there is always sweetness in the bitterness. Although your mother left early and I was blind again, I have a good son that no one else has. I don't know how many parents in the world I'm so envious. So, try more sweetness, think less about bitterness, and live a very satisfying life."

Lin Zhixia closed her eyes tightly, holding back her tears.

"Dad, when I get rich in the future, I'll make you a guide dog. It's very stylish to walk with."

"Okay. I'll be waiting." Lin Anwen smiled and touched his son's face.

His hands always smelled of moxa sticks and massage oil, which was a little pungent.

But Lin Zhixia felt very at ease smelling it, it was the smell of home.