luck on thursday

"Cough, cough cough, cough cough cough cough cough cough."

Philip coughed frantically, and the movement seemed to cough out his throat. The old butler thoughtfully supported his back, and handed him a glass of water. Louis straightened up as if nothing had happened, and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with Philip's throat?"

"Fire," Philip answered curtly.

It is self-evident who is on fire.

Louis withdrew his hand with a half-smile, the young master shook his head and looked at them, Philip changed his face instantly and returned to that gentle look.

"Speaking of which, I still have a document for you. You go to Grapes today or tomorrow." Philip took out a stack of papers from the drawer and handed it to Louis. The paper said: "Okay."

"Then I'll go in the afternoon, so I can come back earlier."

As Louis said, he couldn't help combing Lin Qingyang's soft black hair again, but was dodged by the young master in a playful way, pulled him hard, turned over and sat on his housekeeper's lap, and grabbed a handful of Louis's hair. The hair and the soft pillows of the sofa were thrown down, Philip picked up the files as usual, and his ears were full of the unnutritive nonsense of the young master and his housekeeper.

"There's one thing I've endured for a long time—that's why I grab my hair every day?! It's all in the same place?!! Louie, do you know that you'll be bald?!"

"The young master is still young, so don't worry about this issue. It's Philip who needs to think about it."

cough!

"I think you also need to think about it. Your hairline is not much different from Philip's with the naked eye. Sincere suggestion, do you want a bottle of hair growth liquid? Its own factory, the quality is worthy of guarantee?!"

"No, I'm afraid that after using it, it will easily damage the reputation-for a person with thick hair like me, it won't work. Of course, if Joe wants to try it, I'm happy to accompany her."

"...Wait! Let's see who will be hairless in ten years' time!"

The young man rolled into a ball on the sofa and threw the remaining sofa pillows on the ground. Finally, the young master, who was exhausted and tired from playing, lay on the housekeeper, squinted his eyes and took a nap, and Louis also yawned. , it is necessary to lean back.

Philip: "Don't sleep, Louie. Look at the work for you."

Mr. Wilfred Jr. lazily leaned back halfway, holding his young master with one arm, unfolding the document with the other hand, and said casually: "Understood."

Lin Qingyang took a nap, and when she woke up again, the sun was shining warmly at the foot of the bed.

He stretched for a long time, and found that he had returned to the bedroom from the study, the curtains were only half drawn, the dazzling light spots fell, Lin Qingyang narrowed his eyes, reached for the golden bell on the bedside, and shook it for a long time There was no response, so he got out of bed and changed his clothes wonderingly, only to realize that Louis had gone out.

Probably to deal with the work assigned by Philip. It's normal. Now that the shopping season is approaching, there are indeed a lot of things that need to be dealt with.

He read and wrote as usual, ate and slept as usual. Philip smiled and asked him if he was not used to not having Louis by his side. so fast.

But after returning to his room, he realized that this was indeed the case.

In the morning, he sat down at the dining table as usual. Philip, who was reading the newspaper, covered his face with the newspaper. After a while, he cleared his throat and handed him a letter. His expression was normal. , seems to be just an ordinary letter.

"Joe, a letter for you." He said calmly, and the newspaper moved down slightly to observe Lin Qingyang's expression.

The servant brought Lin Qingyang a cup of tea. After the young master politely expressed his thanks, he brought the tea in one hand and reached out to pick up the letter with the other, a little puzzled: "I don't have any friends who need to write letters, so why would someone send me a letter?" ?”

Philip said: "Maybe there is something that has to be expressed in a letter."

Lin Qingyang took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes contentedly, the letter in his hand was heavy, it seemed that there were a lot of things caught inside, and there was still some movement in his hand, he turned over and saw his name and address, Fitz Manor, it says the sender is...

Imperial College!

Philip smiled and saw his young master jumping up from the chair, almost slipped and fell!

"Wait, wait," Lin Qingyang stomped on the letter as if he had seen a ghost, "Yesterday, the results were announced, and today we will be notified?! When did the efficiency of domestic affairs become so fast?!"

He once bought a ticket at the station, and there was a long line of people queuing behind him, and he almost turned into the street outside the station. The person who bought the ticket at the window got up and slowly boiled a pot of water and took a sip of tea. Sudden death... Does this kind of tradition not exist in Imperial College?

Philip hinted him euphemistically: "Others don't know about it, Fitzgerald used a little trick..." For example, he prepared in advance the admission letter for freshmen in the archive room, which had his young master's name written on it alone. Pick them out and send them to the manor.

He watched Lin Qingyang open the envelope quickly, and shook out a lot of scraps of paper, which were basically some admission notices and admission guides that must be read, and he couldn't help but reminded: "Joe, is your file still available?" Didn't take it out in the original school?"

Lin Qingyang was startled, nodded and said: "Yes. I need to take it out and hand it over to the new school, right?"

"That's right. Otherwise, the personal credit record may be a little troublesome."

Lin Qingyang laughed, his heart full of longing for the new school, and a little bit of anticipation of being in the same school as Louis—maybe he could still see Mr. Indifferent gray-green eyes, not very smiling.

He separated the soft pastry on the plate with a knife and fork, inserted a small piece into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Then I will go to school in the afternoon."

Philip was a little worried about the young master without Louis by his side: "I'll ask two more people to go with you."

Lin Qingyang shook his fork and said with a smile: "It's just a matter of going to school, why do you need so many people?"

However, he still did not change Philip's mind. He brought a bodyguard from the manor out. He was a tall man in a black suit and stood beside him. His aura was even more mysterious, like a special person in the underground society in some movies.

They went back by plane, halfway through the drive, Lin Qingyang asked the driver to stop, walked forward slowly a few steps, stopped outside a courtyard, looked up, the courtyard was empty, there was nothing, just Just like when he walked out from the inside with his bag on his back and turned his head to look inside, there was nothing left.

The hamburger restaurant on the corner still exudes the smell of grilled meatloaf. Standing in front of the glass door, Lin Qingyang happened to see the boss finishing up the last customer. After seeing him, he laughed and waved, signaling him to come to the shop to eat some hot food. Hamburg, Lin Qingyang also smiled and waved, and took a few steps back, escaping from the memories of the past.

The jazz music that has not changed for several years in the burger shop went away. Lin Qingyang went back to school, stared at the dumbfounded expressions of countless people, calmly went through the handover procedures, and took away his files.

Before leaving, his guide stood in the corner, his eyes kept glancing at the serious black suit behind him.

"Joe, who is this?"

Lin Qingyang raised her chin naturally, and introduced to him: "Ah, this is my bodyguard."

The instructor was in a complicated mood. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and began to recall whether Lin Qingyang had handed in the poverty identification form back then. Then he fell into deep contemplation about the matter of chasing him for tuition fees, but his thoughts immediately be broken.

After hearing the news, Wyatt ran over from the playground in a hurry, almost rolling and crawling, and rushed all the way to the archive room, blocking Lin Qingyang and the others who had not had time to leave.

As soon as they met, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red.

"You clearly said that you're going back to school." His lips trembled, his body was covered in sweat, the ball in his hand fell to the ground, and he rolled to the corner to stay quietly.He was still panting, and the sour feeling from his chest filled almost every part of his body, "Yes, I have to finish the rest of the course..."

After he heard the news that his friend was going back to school, he didn't even have time to explain to his friends who were playing together, and rushed over like crazy, but when he heard that he was in the file room, his heart suddenly turned cold, full of anxiety and hopelessness. The panic that was everywhere, suddenly calmed down the moment he saw Lin Qingyang, everything settled down, as if a chess piece that had moved half a square finally returned to its place.

Lin Qingyang smiled silently and showed him the admission notice.Wyatt twitched the corners of his mouth, wiped his eyes roughly, and nodded with a half-smile.

"Imperial College...that's great."

He stepped up suddenly, and the two exchanged a hug. With the laughter of the teenagers and the sadness that had filled the past for several years, they were setting off from now on with the mighty wind, heading for a wider and more open place.

"I'm graduating this year too," Wyatt wiped his eyes again, "Wait a minute, I'm going to take Imperial College too!"

"Wait for me there!"

The black suit left the school with the silent young master. When they drove to the airport, Lin Qingyang turned his head and stared blankly at the scenery outside the car window. He suddenly knocked on the back of the driver's seat and asked to stop.

As soon as the car stopped, Lin Qingyang opened the car door and ran in one direction. He pushed through the crowd, and countless dialects that he could understand and not understand exploded outside the pinna, and finally he saw the piece that said The word sign at the station seemed to be waiting for him in the dark. There happened to be an empty seat in front of the ticket window, and the conductor lazily sorted out the remaining folders.

He rushed over, pressed the marble platform of the window, and demanded clearly word by word: "I want the next ticket to Roseburg."

When the train came into the station, it was the Polaris that he was familiar with. Its whistle blew long and made a silky sound. When the iconic beep sounded, the conductor raised his eyes in surprise and bought a ticket for him neatly. .

"Sir, what a coincidence, this one is the one going to Roseburg, and there is just the last ticket left."

The announcement at the station sounded, and the passengers followed the instructions on the ground to go to the platform day after day. Lin Qingyang couldn't wait for her to finish speaking, paid the money and took the ticket, and began to run with all his might.

The wind was in his ears, telling him that there was someone he wanted to see, and in this car, he returned to that night long, long ago, the faces of countless strangers passed by the corner of his eyes, and the street lamps were lit like sparks. Shining brightly; the train stopped in front of him, the door opened, Lin Qingyang held on to the wall of the carriage, and ran forward stumblingly.

After running through several cars, he suddenly seemed to realize something, walked back slowly, and stopped at the door of the car.

The moment he opened the car door, at that time, the green mountains were hazy like silhouettes in a mirror, the sound of water was faint, the electric poles were passing by outside the window, and the dark red seats in the train carriage were as usual, and a person wearing his usual overcoat turned around in surprise Grey-green pupils.

Lin Qingyang supported the carriage door and said with a smile: "Good afternoon, sir."

Louis stood up, his voice was low and slow, as if he was reciting a bedtime story familiar to the young master: "Good afternoon. Whose young master is this, so cute, like me."

They looked at each other, Lin Qingyang also said softly: "Thank you. I like you too."

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