Tsinghua University

My name is Shen Tinglan, and I am a painter.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, two saxifrage plants raised at home bloomed.The flowers are small, dotted like stars among a cluster of leaves.I saw them cute, set aside the easel, put away the drawing board and paper, and prepared to draw these two grass flowers.

At this time, my cell phone rang, and it was my husband calling.

Mr. Jiang is engaged in environmental design. He is usually very busy, running around, either working overtime or on the way to work overtime.

Mr. Jiang had nothing else to do when he called me. He will come home later tonight and asked me to pick up my daughter at 05:30.

My daughter was adopted by Mr. Jiang and me. Her first name is Tsinghua, and her nickname is Lanlan. She is in sixth grade this year.At first, Lan Lan wondered why she had two fathers, and she also asked us this question.At that time, Mr. Jiang coaxed her, saying that he used to be a weak girl, and that becoming a man would better protect the family.

He was the only one who could say such nonsense with a cheeky face.

Before Lan Lan was five years old, she was skeptical of this nonsense, and would ask again when she thought about it.After the age of five, she also gradually understood some things, so she stopped asking.

Lan Lan's English is not good, especially spoken English.Under the influence of Mr. Jiang, whenever she opened her mouth, no matter what word she said, she would be given a taste of Binhai pancakes.

I persuaded Lan Lan: "Don't learn from your father Jiang, he is the second last in the English exam in high school."

Lan Lan was very curious: "Who is the last one in the grade?"

I felt very embarrassed and told her, "It's me."

"Then how did you pass the Tsinghua University exam?"

"We majored in art, and our scores in cultural subjects were low. We made up for a while before the college entrance examination, and barely passed."

She regained her spirits and jumped up from the chair: "I want to learn art too, Dad, teach me how to draw."

I knew what was going on in her head, and said with a smile: "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you."

After studying for a week, Lan Lan took the initiative to enroll in an English class.Classes start at 05:30 pm on Saturdays and last until [-]:[-].

The morning and evening peak traffic jams in Beijing are severe, so I estimated the time and went out early to pick her up.

Mr. Jiang and I lived in Binhai before, but because of the relationship between the two of us, we had trouble with both parents. Some relatives and friends also came to persuade us to separate.We just moved our family to Beijing and started a new life.

It was also in that year that Mr. Jiang and I adopted Lan Lan.I still remember that Lan Lan was two years old at the time, and she couldn't speak well.As soon as I parked the car at the entrance of the cram school, she ran out with her schoolbag, opened the car door and sat in the back row, leaning on the chair with both hands and poking her head forward, and said to me:

"Dad, happy birthday!"

"Yo, Lan Lan still remembers my birthday. Be happy, I'm very happy."

Today is my birthday, if Mr. Jiang can go home earlier, I will be happier.

Lan Lan said again: "Dad, let's go to the mall, I want to give you a gift."

I can't let children give gifts, but I can't hold back Lan Lan.It just so happened that she kept saying that she wanted a Lego set a few days ago, and there happened to be a Lego store nearby, so she could give it to her

When we arrived at the shopping mall, Lan Lan first took me to a gift shop.She turned left and right and hugged a red killer whale pillow: "Dad, do you like this?"

I remember that Mr. Jiang used to have a red killer whale pillow, which was only a circle bigger than this one. Unfortunately, he lost it when he moved, and he was still depressed for a few days.

I answered her: "I like it."

"That's it."

Lan Lan took out the money she had saved to pay the bill, picked up the killer whale and dragged me to the shopping mall.The strange thing is, she just doesn't go home, and she always asks me what time it is.

My intuition told me that Lan Lan had something to hide and didn't want to say it, so I asked her: "Lan Lan, is there something you didn't tell me?"

She shook her head hastily: "No, absolutely not!"

I became even more skeptical about the attitude of Wuyin 300 taels here, so I deliberately put on a straight face: "You tell me the truth."

Lan Lan seemed to be afraid that I would be really angry. After thinking about it, she whispered, "Papa Jiang doesn't work overtime today. We have prepared a surprise. We will be able to tidy up the house around 06:30."

I understand, Lan Lan won't let me go home outside, so that Mr. Jiang can work at home.

Tsk, I'm an old man, and still engage in these petty bourgeois sentiments.

It's all my fault that I am worthless and prefer this way.I was so happy that I bought my daughter the toy she was thinking of, and bought a bouquet of flowers for Mr. Jiang on the way home.

Surprise or something, I will too.

When I got home, I hid the hand holding the flower behind my back and opened the door with the key as if I didn't know anything.The first thing I saw when I entered the room was Mr. Jiang. He was bending over, playing with the roses all over the floor, as if he was thinking about where they should be placed.

He didn't expect me to come back so early, he was obviously stunned, then stood up hastily, with a look of nervousness when he was caught, he said to me at a loss: "Happy birthday...I, I originally wanted to surprise you. Look at this, the house is in a mess right now..."

I looked at him with a smile, and handed over the flowers in my hand: "For you."

I am 37 years old, and I met Jiang Fusheng when I was 17 years old. 20 years later, I still love him so much.