as long as you love

"So, you guys are together!!?"

In the experimental class of the first week of school, in the quiet science classroom, a female voice suddenly sounded. Many students who were buried in the plankton in the microscope looked up curiously, looking for the source of the sound. Fortunately, most of them People's sights were blocked by rows of instruments and tables, but they couldn't find them.

After a while, Xiao Qianqian poked her head out from behind the microscope, smiled at Hua Qi twice, and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't control the volume."

"Qianqian, I was surprised when you learned to control the volume." Hua Qi steadily raised the dropper with his right hand, dripped a drop of water into the middle of the slide, picked up the tweezers and carefully covered it with a cover glass, gently After pressing it, I picked it up and put it on the stage.He glanced at Xiao Qianqian again: "Can I help?"

"Use! Use!" Xiao Qianqian happily handed him the equipment.

"But Aqi, haven't you really struggled with a problem?"

"What's the problem?" Hua Qi repeated the process in his hands without raising his head.

"You two are brothers."

Hua Qi paused, and the liquid in the dropper was forced out of the tube and dripped on the table.

"Don't... Aqi, don't make such an expression... Come on, come on, let me do it, don't spill all the concentrated sulfuric acid on your hands in a while." Xiao Qianqian came to grab what was in his hand.

Hua Qi was amused by her: "How can there be concentrated sulfuric acid in today's experiment?" He paused again, and smiled a little: "I just suddenly thought that we are very sorry for our parents."

If my parents find out, I don't know how they will react...

At the beginning, he always felt that it was a shameful and unethical thing for him to have fantasies about his elder brother, but after many things and thought struggles, he figured it out, liking is liking, there is no need To entangle so much right and wrong, life is only a few decades, accompanied by countless accidents, how lucky are those who can let it go.Why not give yourself a break and give it your best shot?He lived a good life since he was a child, but he always had the illusion of being alone and lonely. The only obsession is the person who is always by his side. This desire is even harsher on himself, so what is the meaning of life? ?

So he indulged his heart to like him and admire him, and his later promise was a completely unexpected surprise.It was like a crystal gift from heaven. I had been thinking about it for a long time, and suddenly I was begging for benevolence. My heart was beating excitedly as if it was going to burst. I was at a loss, thinking that this was all an illusion and a dream, and I was afraid that the dreamy crystal would be careless. Just shattered.

Fortunately not.

Perhaps this is God's compensation for his flaws.

A man so perfect and so worthy of all his love and joy.

A person who is willing to trade a lifetime of good luck.

"Aki."

Hua Qi came back to his senses.

"Don't think too much—the old hag is starting to give a lecture, you help me pack the samples, and I'll copy the notes for you."

"good."

The school follows the schedule of American middle schools. There is no lunch break at noon. Classes are held until 3:[-] p.m., after which they can move freely.So today's last science class is over and school is over.

Hua Qi picked up her schoolbag and helped Xiao Qianqian pack up the equipment.

"Are you still going to the studio later?" Xiao Qianqian asked.

"Um."

"How does it feel to go to art class with high school students?" Xiao Qianqian smiled, really curious about how the cold boy who sits quietly and draws is like.

Hua Qi covered the microscope with a special black cloth, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You will know if you come and try it together?"

"No, no, no," Xiao Qianqian quickly waved his hands, "I can't bear to sit like you for hours." Picking up the trash on the table, "I'll obediently go to my tennis club."

Xiao Qianqian walked to the door, threw the rubbish into the trash can with precision, grabbed the door and said with a smile: "Prospective art student, draw well, sister, I am optimistic about you! Let's go!"

Hua Qi shook his head with a smile, grabbed his schoolbag tightly, and walked towards the high school.

The teacher in the studio is an old man who retired from the Painting Association of S City. His surname is Lu and his name is Zhongxian. He is an important figure in the Chinese oil painting industry.When Hua Qi was specially taken care of and placed in this class, the boss Lu Zhongxian was not happy. He felt that the leader's arrangement of the related household was to belittle his ability. It was only after seeing Hua Qi's paintings that he shut up convincingly.Later, Mr. Lu still had a vague feeling of pampering Hua Qi as his favorite student, which made those high school students look at Hua Qi a little displeased.However, the high school and junior high schools are usually separated by two large playgrounds, and basically there is not much intersection. There are also teachers sitting around while painting, but nothing happens.

Hua Qi's talent in painting is a physique that attracts hatred everywhere, there is no way.

Lu Zhongxian knew that Hua Qi had been exposed to watercolor and oil painting in the United States, so he asked him to skip sketching and start painting directly from watercolor, and found some famous paintings for him to copy.

As a result, the studio formed a scene where more than a dozen high school students gathered together to paint plaster still lifes, while Hua Qi painted watercolors alone.

The two factions basically ignore each other.

Hua Qi didn't expect to be able to blend in. He came here to learn painting, and it's better to be clean.

When the studio is quiet, there are only the sound of pencils rubbing against the paper, and the occasional sound of water rinsing the pens. Time passes quickly when I devote myself to it.

Hua Qi stayed at the latest tonight. Because Teacher Lu had to catch the last teacher's pick-up bus at 8:[-] p.m., he was given a key before, so that he could finish painting to his heart's content before leaving.

After locking the studio door and coming out, the campus was already silent after 9 o'clock.

In fact, most of the students in the school are locals, basically day students, and very few choose accommodation. Hua Qi... probably had a cramp at the time.As soon as I went to school, I insisted on asking for accommodation.

At that time, I probably thought that I could stay as far away from that person as possible.As a result, it was far away, but the mood was more nostalgic and noisy... No one really knew how muddled he was in the first and second years of junior high school.

Tonight's moonlight is extremely bright, and it is close to full moon, and the night clouds drifting past cannot block the moonlight's brilliance.

Hua Qi shook his head, shaking off those negative emotions, and looked up at the moon—so round, so bright, so like the face of the person he missed—what should I do if I miss him just two days after leaving home?

Hua Qi pondered in his mind whether he should sneak out to meet him tomorrow afternoon.Suddenly, he saw a few black figures downstairs in the dormitory.

One, two, three, three people, came out of the shadows, obviously aiming at him.

The first one is a face that Hua Qi has almost forgotten, Zhao Mingyu (see Chapter 9 for details of students who have forgotten).

What will happen to these day students waiting for me downstairs in this dormitory at such a late hour?

Subconsciously, Hua Qi grasped the belt of his schoolbag tightly, reached for the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, unlocked it with fingerprints, dialed to the address book, and pressed the number according to the position he remembered.