The benefactor is always forcing me to study

@凯志: Congratulations to "There Is No Lighthouse in Heaven", congratulations to Brother Heng @科恒.

[Congratulations to Brother Heng. Although some people have passed away, he will always live in our hearts. ]

Fans of Ke Heng who have been silent all this time also came out to thank the crew for thanking Xiao Qizi, and "Heaven Has No Lighthouse", which had been unable to be broadcast in China before, was finally released in China.

Cen Zhi also went to the theater to watch it. He saw the scene of an attempted suicide. The haggard young man held a dagger and flickered across his wrist. The camera focused on his eyes, which were empty, like ashes, even bloody. None of them can be reflected.

At the end of the film, there is a colorful bar. After playing and singing on the stage, the young man passed through the carnival crowd and walked out of the lively bar amidst the loud music of heavy metal.

Melting into the night, a dark path without stars.

At that moment, everyone knew that this young man would not come back.

……

At the end of June, various exams took up all the time, and in July, Beijing University ushered in the summer vacation.

Cen Zhi’s grade skipping exam this time was more difficult than last time. In addition to the written test, an interview was added. The professional teachers asked questions one by one, and Cen Zhi answered them one by one. his application.

In the fourth year of senior year, he basically entered the stage of practice and thesis. Cen Zhi talked to a tutor in the direction of applied psychology, told the tutor about his thesis direction, gave a simple outline, and the tutor helped him revise it. Some, before leaving, gave Cen Zhi a stack of materials with a smile: "If you take the postgraduate entrance examination and take the application direction, consider the combined master's and doctoral degree."

Cen Zhi walked out of the teacher's office with the materials in his arms, and heard the jokes from other teachers inside: "Old He, are you poaching the wall now?"

Lao He—his mentor said with a smile: "Of course the good seedlings have to be attacked in advance."

When Cen Zhi returned to 1702, Wei He had already packed his things, and the two of them, a cat and a dog, set foot on the way home.

It was already two nights after arriving at the apartment. When Cen Zhi looked up, he found that the light was on in the apartment. The young boy's heart moved. This feeling of "no matter when you go home, you know someone is waiting for you" dilutes the fatigue of the long journey. Cen Zhi and Wei He hummed to carry out their luggage, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Cen Zhi bumped into Wen Qiang.

The little boy frowned and said happily, "I'm back."

Wen Qiang hugged him: "Welcome home."

Wei Hesheng, who was almost crushed by the large and small bags behind him, had nothing to love: "...Can we go to the elevator first?"

After Aunt Pu went abroad with Ling Zheng, Wen Qiang didn't invite anyone to the apartment. He basically lived here every day, and did the housework together.

Wei He was given a paid vacation the next day, and only Cen Zhi and Wen Qiang were left in the apartment. Wen Qiang had to go to work every day, and Cen Zhi rested in the apartment for three days, sleeping until he woke up naturally. Qiang ordered takeaway for him regularly, so he didn't have to go downstairs, and then lay down at home watching TV, scrolling through Weibo, and when Wen Qiang came back from get off work to eat, he would go for a walk with the general and the general, living a very leisurely life.

However, after only three or five days of leisure, Cen Zhi continued to prepare for exams and papers.

Wen Qiang looked at Cen Zhi's suitcase specially used to hold books. In addition to professional materials, there were such things as "Xiao Xiurong's Politics", "Intensive Lectures", "Yellow Book", etc., as well as the real exam questions for the postgraduate entrance examination over the years, and a pile of notebooks beside it. Cen Zhi did it while reading a book.

Cen Zhi's handwriting is clear and meaningful. Because of his high school experience, he took notes in a very organized manner, recording by category, and emphasizing the test points. A notebook can be used as a template.

Wen Qiang asked: "What is your thesis going to write?"

Cen Zhi is stacking books on the bookshelf: "Study the psychological status of celebrities and actors in the entertainment industry. By the way, the teacher said that this requires real data, and I will make a questionnaire..."

Wen Qiang: "What questionnaire?"

Cen Zhi said: "It's similar to a psychological measurement table to see what psychological problems the respondents have."

Wen Qiang: "For this data, the interview will be more accurate, right?"

Cen Zhi sighed, and tilted his head to look at Wen Qiang: "Of course, I will interview Jin Qiong and the others, but this requires a lot of samples. I can't find people next to each other, and others may not have time. Besides, many people now Taboo diseases and avoid doctors, especially celebrities, for fear of being exposed and embarrassing."

Wen Qiang laughed: "I can't help other people, but I can still be the master of the artists under Yingrong's banner."

Cen Zhi was taken aback.

Wen Qiang: "Let's say that the annual physical examination adds mental health content, and the examination must be done in the headquarters. If you are not there, you can postpone it. The commuting fare and accommodation will be reimbursed, and then a psychiatrist will be invited to add you."

Cen Zhi stared blankly at Wen Qiang for a few seconds, then threw himself on Wen Qiang: "You are so smart!"

Wen Qiang hugged the young man's thin waist, and laughed: "You never thought that I could help you?"

Cen Zhi looked up at the man, his face was like a sunset: "I always forget that you are not only my boyfriend, but also a president."

Wen Qiang: "..."

So some of Cen Zhi’s books were placed on the bookshelves. Since the sample survey was in Yingrong, Cen Zhi simply followed Wen Qiang to work, just like in high school, with a small desk next to him, Wen Qiang worked, and he studied. .

When Yu Ming received a call from Mr. Wen asking him to buy a desk and put it in the president's office, he turned his head and looked at the small desk that he threw in the corner of the secretary's office to store sundries.

Sure enough, his initial feeling was right, this thing will return to the place where he should go sooner or later.

Cen Zhi walked into the Yingrong Building wearing a mask and a peaked cap. His outfit was not out of the ordinary. This is the case for well-known artists in Yingrong, who can make simple disguises.

The elevator went up and became quieter, and when they reached the top floor, Cen Zhi went to Wen Qiang's office with ease, and unlocked it with his fingerprints, all in one go.

"smell--"

Cen Zhi froze when he stepped into the door.

In the office, besides Wen Qiang, there was another person, Wen Qiang's father.

Cen Zhi smiled awkwardly and said hello: "Hello, Uncle."

Wen's father didn't expect to meet Cen Zhi, he just came to the company for a walk and took a rest with his son, and then saw Cen Zhi coming in unimpeded.

Without knocking on the door, without a secretary leading the way, he opened the door by himself!

No matter how stupid Wen's father is, he should know that Wen Qiang gave Cen Zhi the authority.

But his own father has no authority!

Cen Zhi was so embarrassed that he wanted to rewind it, but Wen Qiang was natural and waved at him: "Come here, your table is here."

Cen Zhi wanted to cry, but he didn't care about the table at this time, he should pack up his things and go back immediately.

Father Wen couldn't figure out what it was doing, so he directly cast doubtful eyes on Wen Qiang.

Wen Qiang didn't change his face: "Xiao Cen is preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, I will help him with tutoring."

Cen Zhi: "..."

Father Wen: "..." I believe it? !