Rebirth of Jinse Nianhua

The following time was quietly lost in the huge project of nearly ten professional courses of mechanical design and finance, two majors that cannot be matched together, in order to get two first-class scholarships at the end of my freshman year. , I really turned down all the part-time drawing jobs, and devoted myself to hell-style learning.

Apart from some personal factors, Zhou Diqing is indeed a rare good teacher, and once you get started, listening to his lectures will not feel boring, and the knowledge points are absorbed very smoothly.

In just one month, I can almost recite all the test points in the three textbooks of "Macroeconomics", "Microeconomics" and "Money and Banking". Zhou Diqing basically spends two hours a day to teach me After answering questions and counseling, he would give me some after-school homework at the end, so I gradually let go of my guard against him, so that I would not be in a high-level alert state every time I met.

I took the two courses "Statistics" and "Company Financial Management" with my classmates from the business school. After comparing them, I realized how relaxed Zhou Diqing's teaching atmosphere is, even with Zhou Diqing's professionalism. It is not as deep as the professors, but the old-fashioned teaching mode of the professors is still not suitable for my taste. Every time Zhou Diqing asks me some knowledge points about these two courses, I have to hesitate for a long time. Later, Zhou Diqing simply re-explained to me the knowledge points that the professors taught in the class without asking. It is strange to say that the same content can only be understood immediately from Zhou Diqing's mouth.

There is less than a month before the final exam in January. Perhaps it is because Zhou Diqing needs to handle many businesses in the family in person as the year approaches, so he has less and less time to spare to give me lectures. Sometimes I figured it out by myself first, and when I really didn't understand, I asked him in one breath when he was rarely free.

December 2011, 12 is Song Yu's 21th birthday. It happened that the teacher of the public elective course of Chinese drama appreciation was unable to come to the class on that night. surprise.

Since I put all my mind on the study of the two majors, I rarely have time to get tired of being with Song Yu. Except for the time when I hug and sleep together at night, I don't even have more time to have a good talk with him.

City B in December is the coldest time of the year. Even though I was wrapped in two thick down jackets, I was still so cold that I stomped my feet, especially when it was snowing. It took nearly half an hour to finally stop an empty car.

As soon as I got into the taxi heater, I came back to life. The uncle driver in the front row saw that my lips were purple from the cold, and kindly helped me turn up the heater.

"What are you going to do, kid?" The uncle chatted with me while driving, "Seeing that you are so anxious that your face has changed from the cold, it must be something very important?"

I rubbed my hands to keep warm, and smiled: "Yes, today is the birthday of someone who is very important to me."

"Yo!" The uncle turned his head to look at me, and smiled as if he understood, "It must be a girlfriend?"

I was taken aback for a moment, rolled my eyes, and nodded embarrassedly: "That's right."

"Aren't you embarrassed?" The uncle laughed loudly, "What age is this, and you're still shy in a relationship? I think the kid looks so cute, and your little girlfriend must be very cute too."

"Uncle, you're so straightforward!" I felt my face turn red quickly, and I simply turned around and leaned on the car window to look at the snow scene outside.

The uncle smiled and stopped talking, and concentrated on driving the car, humming a few popular Internet songs from time to time.

It was almost 07:30 when I got home, I opened the door and went in to find that the house was brightly lit, and the smell of food floated in the air for a while, and there were two pairs of men's leather shoes on the shoe cabinet besides Song Yu's shoes.

Have guests at home?Just as I was feeling puzzled, Song Yu came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. When he saw me suddenly appearing, he was surprised for a moment, but after the brief surprise, he still came over to help me take off my schoolbag as usual.

"Is Tongtong skipping class?" Song Yu led me to the living room.

"That's not it!" How could a person like me with perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder skip class!

"Then I know." Song Yu squeezed my hand hard, "Tongtong wants to give me a surprise."

"Stop being narcissistic!" I shook off Song Yu's hand, and lay on my back on the couch in the living room, shaking Erlang's legs and asked, "I just saw two pairs of shoes on the shoe cabinet. Is brother here?"

Obviously, the guests who came to the house at such a critical time as Song Yu's birthday didn't think about anything other than Song Mi, but whose other pair of shoes belonged to it?

Song Yu put down his schoolbag and came over to pull me up: "It's your fourth brother. Get up and go back to the room to take a hot shower. It's so cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Will you wash it for me?" I was stubborn on the sofa but refused to get up obediently.

Song Yu smiled helplessly: "Then I'll ask your fourth brother to come down and help me watch the fire on the stove."

"Shou Xinggong was actually asked to cook!" I smiled and threw myself into Song Yu's arms, and said boldly, "I must teach fourth brother a lesson later."

"What does Tong Tong want to teach me?" Song Mi's voice suddenly appeared behind me like a ghost, "Tell me, I'm all ears."

I froze all over, buried my head in Song Yu's arms and dared not move, and said not to talk about people during the day, but now I finally know that you can't talk about people casually at night.

"Huh? What does Tongtong want to teach fourth brother?" Song Mi's voice got closer and closer, and she stretched out her claws to touch my face and eat my tofu.

Song Yu coughed: "How old are you, can you be a little more serious?"

Song Mi didn't mind Song Yu's insignificant scolding at all, and shamelessly leaned into my ear and whispered ambiguously: "Tongtong is getting cuter and cuter. I haven't seen you for so long. Fourth Brother misses you so much."

I shrunk my neck, carefully exposed a little gap to peek at Song Mi, and muttered in a low voice, "Where's the gift?"

Song Mi smiled mischievously with the left corner of her mouth hooked, and was about to reach out to dig me out of Song Yu's arms, at the same time, Song Yu gloated, "Su Chen is down."

When Song Mi heard it, it was as if someone had caught her in bed, her expression changed suddenly, she quickly put her hands behind her back, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

2013-12-08

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