A fortune came out of nowhere, so Qi Yi skipped class the next day and went to a securities company to open an account.

He wants to use all his net worth - 26107.6 yuan to buy stocks.

There are parts and components, and the lady at the counter firmly rejected him.

Qi Yi depressedly left 7.6 yuan in his account.

Then he went to class when he had class, and stayed in the dormitory when he had no class.It's just that thinking about the 2 yuan in the stock account, and dreaming that they are making small money, Qi Yi almost woke up in the middle of the night laughing.

On Friday afternoon, he rehearsed vigorously with the members of the Beggar Society until six o'clock, and then reluctantly walked back to the door of the dormitory. The driver of Qi's family had been waiting for him for more than two hours.

After the Chinese festival is over, it is a foreign festival, and the next Saturday of Chongyang, that is, tomorrow, is Halloween.

Qi's family has a lot of children, and there are no classes on Saturdays, so they must come to the host's villa, AKA Qi Yi's house for Halloween.

The happiness of the week can only stay in the week.

Qi Yi didn't really want to participate, but Shen Mingen had already scheduled to go back on Sunday.

So he could only bite the bullet and go home that night.

Sure enough, the next day, I was woken up by the "sacred beasts" early in the morning.

The five children chattered, making Apiao clothes, masks, pumpkin pies, and carving pumpkin lanterns.

Qi Yi didn't participate in anything else, but their jack-o'-lanterns were too crooked, and he couldn't help but get started, not wanting to get a lot of admiring gazes.

In the afternoon, Qi Ji came back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qi Yi sitting on the ground, earnestly carving a jack-o-lantern, surrounded by several children, with extremely vivid expressions, sometimes amazed, sometimes applauded.

As soon as Qi Yi looked up and saw Qi Ji, as if he was a thief, he immediately dropped the carving knife, holding a pumpkin for some reason, he stood up holding it for a long time, paced back and forth, and finally put it on the table.

He picked up a plate of pumpkin pie that Aunt Sun had just fried.

"There's pumpkin pie!"

Little boys and girls rushed up and snatched the pumpkin pie from Qiyi's hand.

Qi Yi saw that there were three yuan left, and gave one to Qi Ji: "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Qi Ji took a bite out of his hand.

They were too close, and Qi Ji could hear the sound when the crispy fried bread crumbs were bitten.

"Not bad." Qi Ji commented.

This is Qi Ji's taste, so it's not sweet enough.Qi Yi stuffed the pumpkin pie into Qi Ji's hand and ran away.

Not long after, Sun Honge came out with a small jar of white honey, and Nahan said, "Hey, where is he?"

When she lowered her head and saw the almost empty plate, she was surprised: "Eat it all?!"

Qi Yi flashed out from nowhere, with a bright smile: "Aunt Sun, please add some honey for me~ I can't~"

As long as it is stored properly, honey will not go bad for a long time, which is a rare thing in the last days.Qi Yi hasn't eaten for a long time, afraid that he won't be able to grasp the speed of it.

"You can't~" Aunt Sun imitated his tone and helped him spread a spoonful of snow honey on the pumpkin pie with a smile.

Qi Yi lowered his head, his neck was red.

……

As soon as it got dark, a few little guys couldn't wait to run out and knock on the door of other houses.

After being quiet for half an hour, they came back to knock on the door again.

Let’s go together——

"Trick?or?treat?" several children shouted excitedly.

Go out five, come back—Qi Yi took a closer look—good guy, there are nine babies.The leading "children" were wearing paper-made grimace masks, gasping for breath with excitement, standing taller than Qi Yi.

That was Qi Duan, the eldest son of Qi Yong and his eldest brother, who just turned [-] this year, Qi Yi didn't understand the relationship, he seemed to be his nephew.

The corner of Qi Yi's mouth twitched silently.

"No sugar," he stepped back, "but it can be used as a jack-o-lantern."

"Okay!" Several little carrot heads from the neighbor's house rushed into the house impatiently.

They were taken to play by the children of the Qi family. The little ones of the Qi family carved pumpkins in the afternoon, and they haven't played with them yet.

Aunt Sun thoughtfully brought several big and small pumpkins that had been emptied out of their pockets, with a loving smile: "Xiaoyi, teach them."

Just as Shen Mingen said he would be back this Sunday, Qi Yi said that he would only stay for one day and would go back to school in the evening.

Sun Honge has been a live-in aunt in Qi's family for more than 20 years, and has long regarded Qi Ji and Qi Yi as her children, so she is not willing to leave Qi Yi.

Qi Yi wavered for a while: "Okay." It should be okay to leave early tomorrow morning, anyway, it's dark now, and it's not convenient to go back to school.

"Come on, follow me, draw on the pumpkin like this..." Qi Yi picked the biggest pumpkin.

The children all held the little pumpkins and drew funny faces on the pumpkins step by step.

They were weak and had never done it before, so they painted crookedly, and Sun Hong'e helped them carve them out.

Qi Yi has art skills, and the facial expressions are neat and beautiful. With a knife, he is a perfect jack-o-lantern.

"Brother, can you give me this pumpkin lantern?" A little girl from the neighbor's house looked at Qiyi cutely.

Another little boy immediately said: "Brother, I will pay for it!"

Qi Yi looked at them and smiled, then... ugly agreed: "Okay."

A bidding began immediately.

"I pay fifty!"

"One hundred! Uncle Xiaoyi belongs to my family, you can't buy it!"

"I'll pay two hundred! Why can't I buy it?"

"Three hundred and three hundred, I have lucky money!"

With his hoarse voice that had already started to change, Qi Duan yelled out a shocking sentence: "I will offer one thousand!"

Qi Ji just sat on the sofa in the living room to handle some work, listened to their troubles, and couldn't help but put on his anti-blue light glasses.

Qi Yi has the demeanor of a Neptune, and calmed down the children: "No hurry, I'll make one for each of you."

Aunt Sun brought more pumpkins, and several helpers came to urgently help dig out the pumpkin flesh.

The children were eating the freshly baked pumpkin pie, watching quietly and curiously without making any noise.

In the end, many jack-o-lanterns were made, including the ugly ones made by the children, and Sun Honge put candles on them.

The lights in the living room were turned off, the orange candles were lit, and the rows of pumpkin lanterns were shining beautifully.

"Wow!" All the children and adults exclaimed.

Qi Ji was affected for no reason, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and the reflection of the computer screen shone on his thin lenses, faintly shining.

……

Early the next morning, Qi Yi took two big bottles of milk from the kitchen, packed a pile of pumpkin pies, and a bunch of fruits, and quietly asked the driver to take him back to school.

He resolutely implemented the principle of not meeting Shen Mingen.

--

The school sports meeting will be next Thursday, and the entire beggar club has temporarily added several club activities, preparing for several final rehearsals.

Qi Yi has been exercising seriously since he joined the Beggar Society for more than 20 days. His body has gradually become stronger. Although his body has not changed much, he no longer feels like he is going to die after running in the morning.

——The dance stick danced more vigorously, and Huang Tianwu had already appointed Qi Yi to perform this part on stage.

In a blink of an eye, it was the school sports meeting.

On the night of the opening ceremony, all the teachers and students of the school sat on the track and field with small benches, blinded by the evening breeze.

Fu Zhiji didn't stay in class honestly, he insisted on sitting next to Shen Mingen.

He wanted to find Qi Yi, but unfortunately, he wandered around the Academy of Fine Arts, but he didn't see anyone.

——Qi Ji didn't talk to Qi Yi, his attempt to bring trouble to the east failed, because he didn't get any money, and the coquettish person refused to talk to him recently.

The sudden appearance of a handsome guy in the finance class is still very eye-catching, and people around him frequently look back.

But Fu Zhiji didn't have that self-consciousness, so he took out a pack of sunflower seeds from somewhere, took a small plastic bag to pack the shells, and knocked it with relish.

It's not enough for him to eat by himself, and he still wants to pull Shen Mingen: "Do you want to eat?"

Shen Mingen looked him up and down, as if to make sure that his mind was not flooded, and coldly rejected him.

At this time, someone turned around and saw the handsome guy eating melon seeds without any image at all, and turned back with a disillusioned expression.

In the campus party, the level of the program is just the same. In addition, everyone is sitting flat on the playground without a slope, and they can't see the stage very well. They perform one after another, and few people pay attention to the stage.

"Hmph! Ha! Look at my dog-beating stick!"

The people on the stage began to play sticks in unison.

"I don't need you to laugh, how many cold eyes can knock me down, who thinks that their martial arts are extremely high in front of me. Tears, sweat, and night sleep, just for this moment, ruthless, look at my dog-beating stick!"

Accompanied by the words of rap, a boy walked from the middle of the queue to position C, and twirled the emerald green stick in his hand like Monkey King.

Fu Zhiji squinted his eyes and subconsciously straightened his body.

He is close to 1.9 meters tall, a circle bigger than others when he sits down, and he can easily see the stage when he straightens his back.

That foolish performer on stage... Fu Zhiji poked Shen Mingen in disbelief: "Is that Qi Yi?"

"En." Shen Mingen nodded lightly, and he recognized Qi Yi as soon as he appeared.

Fu Zhiji was so frightened that he dropped the sunflower seeds, and the nuts went into the garbage bag, and he stuffed the shells into his mouth.

"Is it strange?" Shen Mingen asked back.

"It's not...that's right, it's abnormal." Fu Zhiji murmured, as if getting to know Qi Yi again. "And didn't he still hurt his hand?"

Shen Mingen smiled: "I think it's normal."

Fu Zhiji couldn't help lamenting that the delicate and delicate little soft bag was about to explode.

And he doubted that the first person to be affected would not be himself?

--

"Master!!" Qi Yi got off the stage, jumped up and ran towards Huang Tianwu.

This was his most perfect performance in so many days. He felt stable just after standing in the C position, so he had the cheek to call "Master" in advance.

It's just that there is still a touch of apprehension hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

"Hey." Huang Tianwu grinned and agreed.

Qi Yi shook his fist excitedly.This is the first time he has been recognized outside the field of painting, and it is entirely on his own efforts!

"Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, come to the track and field." Huang Tianwu poured cold water on him.

Now that the disciples have been officially accepted, some training will be stricter.

"Okay!" This can't be overwhelming, now is the time when he is most motivated.

He turned around the stage and suddenly had a strong desire to talk.

The first person Qi Yi thinks of sharing with is Qi Ji.

Qi Yi avoided the crowd and dialed the phone: "Brother, I'm apprenticed!"

"Huh?" Qi Ji snorted out a question.

"Our president promised to teach me the dog-beating stick method! He is the No. 18 generation of dog-beating stick method, and I am the No. 19 generation..."

"Xiaoyi, are you happy then?"

"Happy, I'm so excited!" Qi Yi said while hitting a stick in the air.

"If the happiest time of painting is 10, what is your happiness now?"

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