Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"I'm going to study law, how about you?" Shangguan Lu Yuan asked.

Although Bi Xia is here, it is basically impossible for him to take the first place, but it is still very safe to have such a student who is a top student. It would be nice if he can still be a classmate in the future.

"Chinese, history."

"Huh? Chinese or history?"

Shangguan didn't know about double degrees at this time, thinking that he hadn't made up his mind yet, it was rare to see Bi Xia struggling, patted him on the shoulder, and was waved away by Qiu Zhen.

Shangguan Lu Yuan: "..."

He simply left the two of them and walked to the classroom by himself, wishing that the light bulb would go far away, he held his boyfriend's hand and prepared to take a tour of the campus for the last time.

"Have you considered?"

Qiu Zhen shook his head, he had no particular desire to work, if he had to say, he likes money coming quickly, Bi Xia will not be short of money, but it does not prevent him from wanting to support him.

I want to stay together forever, hug him to sleep every day, and he is the first person I see when I open my eyes, eat together, exercise together... He gently scratched Bi Xia's palm, and sure enough, he got a slightly questioning look, and he returned smiled.

School starts on September [-]st, thinking of this day, Qiu Zhen couldn't help complaining about the date of a primary school student, kissed his sleeping boyfriend, and got up to prepare breakfast.

During this summer vacation, they traveled all over the world, all seven continents except Antarctica, and only returned here three days ago. Ms. Xia bought the renovated apartment early in the morning.

When his mother saw the name on the real estate certificate, she simply sent two cars over. He laughed, just like a young couple living in a house and a car. I can't fall either.

They played for a summer vacation, Bi Xia didn't have time to learn to drive, two cars and one was falling into dust, Qiu Zhen was thinking about where to go today, but soon remembered that maybe today is not suitable for outdoor activities, a smirk appeared on his face , Get out of bed carefully.

But Bi Xia was woken up from time to time: "What time is it?"

Qiu Zhen didn't look at his phone: "It's still early, you go to bed later, I'll make breakfast."

Bi Xia shook his head, he didn't have the habit of sleeping in late.

Qiu Zhen gave him a hand when he sat up, and looked at him nervously: "Is there any discomfort?"

Bi Xia paused, he didn't know how to explain to Qiu Zhen that he was not that weak, looking at Qiu Zhen's concerned eyes, he didn't say anything, but shook his head to express his desire to get up.

After breakfast, Qiu Zhen found that his boyfriend was far from the image he imagined of being bedridden in the morning and waiting for him to cook a pot of porridge and then hand-feed him. Bi Xia didn't seem to have any discomfort, and it was okay to move freely, and he ran with him .

Qiu Zhen realized later, did he make a mistake?

And because of this wrong perception, he also missed a lot of time. On Xia Xia's birthday, he obviously meant that.

Qiu Zhen wiped his face and adjusted his mentality, it doesn't matter, the future will be long.

Qiu Zhen majored in finance, but only after he started school did he realize that although this major deals with money, it does not mean that the money will come quickly.He didn't give up. Bi Xia was in the library all year round, and he just took classes everywhere. After half a semester, he almost took all the courses in all colleges, and he was thinking about changing majors.

Good-looking people always attract attention. At the beginning, there are still talents. Which major does he have? He is everywhere. Although he is not active, he is indeed high-profile. The professors in the school know that they have an attempt to change majors Students who are looking for a home.

Professors are more and more fond of calling him to answer questions, and occasionally ask him to ask: "Have you found another home?"

Qiuzhen: "..."

He finally understood that there is no major that pays quickly, only a job that pays quickly, and he gave up on himself: "I won't transfer anymore."

The teachers liked him even more.

Bi Xia majored in history, but he was willing to listen to any courses in the department that he was interested in. He still had the idea of ​​pursuing a double degree. Four years of university were destined to be fulfilling.

After Qiu Zhen decided not to change his major, he had a lot more spare time after school. He was not interested in club activities, but he started to try investing. The threshold for stock trading was low, and the technical content was relatively high. It was a good choice. At first, he The amount invested is not large, and profit or loss does not matter.

Maybe it is really talented, earning less than losing.Qiuzhen has never been a courageous person. After accumulating experience, he carefully considers every investment, exchanging high risks for high returns.

They all went back to the apartment on weekends, Bi Xia had classes on Friday afternoon, Qiu Zhen had nothing to do so he went to class with him.

The old professor of this class is a serious person, and he hates the students paddling below. In the first quarter of the school, he said clearly: "You can apply for exemption from listening, and you can choose to ask for leave, but if you don't listen when you come, I will ask get out."

Bi Xia took very few notes in class, he only memorized what he thought needed to be memorized, this was the class he took the most notes, even he needed notes, the classmate around him who kept turning his pen seemed very suspicious.

The professor suddenly called him to answer the question. This question is either difficult or easy. It belongs to the kind of saying more when you have something to say, and less when you have nothing to say. Appreciating the beauty of her boyfriend's prosperity from an upward angle on the table, I don't know what's wrong.

The professor has high demands on the students, but he is not rigid, and he has a good relationship with the students. He loves the Song Dynasty the most, and is obsessed with the history of the Song Dynasty. When he saw Bi Xia's name in the first class, he smiled and shouted: " Where is the official house?"

After Bi Xia realized it, he shouted without changing his expression, and he remembered this student ever since.

The question I am asking now is also about the ancient titles of monarchs. When Qiu Zhen stood up, the professor told him very gently that he did not need to stand up, but just sat down to answer. If you don’t come out, just stand there, it’s convenient to go out.”

Qiuzhen: "..."

He was going to tell the truth that he didn’t listen to it just now, but Bi Xia took the initiative to answer the question. He talked about six kinds, and then introduced in detail the dynasties and relevant historical materials used for each kind of title. He talked eloquently for nearly 10 minutes. Although his professor Surprised that he took the initiative to answer, but he didn't interrupt, and the bell rang when he finished class.

The professor looked at the admiring expressions of the students in the classroom, and then looked at Bi Xia who was calmly waiting for his answer after finishing his lecture. He was a little suspicious of his purpose.

He shifted his gaze to Qiu Zhen, the classmate looked at him innocently, the professor smiled and announced that the get out of class was dismissed.

Bi Xia took the initiative to go up to the podium to apologize to him. The professor waved his hand, indicating that he was okay, and pointed to Qiu Zhen: "That's your friend?"

"Ah."

The professor handed over the materials to Bi Xia and motioned him to follow: "What major?"

They just walked out of the classroom, and Qiu Zhen quickly packed Bi Xia's schoolbag and followed them.

"finance."

The professor looked disgusted: "It's not easy for them to take professional courses? Did you come to sleep with me?"

From his point of view just now, he could only see Qiu Zhen lying on the table, as if he was sleeping.

Qiuzheng followed them, thinking guiltily, this might be the worst time their major was hacked, and soon he felt relieved, the two majors were completely irreconcilable, this professor should talk to them The teacher is unfamiliar.

The professor briefly asked about the progress of the project, and before he reached the office, he took the materials from Bi Xia and let him go.

When he turned the corner, he saw the classmates following him, young people, they might have made an appointment to go out to play, his old man would not waste anyone's time.

They go home every other week, have a meal, stay overnight and come back the next day. Today is the day to go home.The professor is considerate. They left the school before the evening rush hour, and the car could move on the road.

Qiu Zhen was driving more and more casually. At first, he was sitting upright and staring ahead, but now he was holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the rearview mirror from time to time and talking to Bi Xia—he wanted Bi Xia to sit in the back seat.

He doesn't have any obsession with the co-pilot for exclusive people, and the rear row has the highest safety factor.

"Are there any arrangements for New Year's Day?"

"Dad is back on New Year's Day."

"Then let's go home?"

"Ah."

Speaking of which, Ms. Xia obviously didn't talk much, and she had almost no communication with Bi Xia, but she still wanted to call Bi Xia every other week on Thursday to see if he would go home this week, and then she would do a little homework with the nanny. Wait for them to come back with the dishes they don't eat.

Qiu Zhen parked the car, went upstairs with Bi Xia, and entered the door empty-handed.

He knew to bring some fruit when he came here at first, but later he found that the fruit at home might be fresher than the fruit and vegetables in the supermarket, so he didn't buy any more.

Bi Haicheng went to other provinces to take pictures, and there was only Ms. Xia at home, and the dining table was even more silent. The mother and son, who were five percent similar in appearance and temperament, sat silently looking at each other, and Qiu Zhen felt embarrassed for them.

He changed his name to "mom" in high school and never called auntie again. The more he yelled, the easier it was. Because the geographical location is closer, he didn't call his own mother as many times after he went to college.

"Mom, next time I want to eat grilled fish."

"Ah."

"Xia Xia said the shrimp balls were delicious last time."

Xia Wenlan glanced at her son, Bi Xia didn't make a sound, she nodded: "Is there any more?"

Qiu Zhen finally spoke and the air on the dining table began to flow. Bi Xia did not dislike sitting on the dining table with his mother in silence. They didn't have much to say, and it was good to just sit like this, but they didn't hate the situation created by Qiu Zhen either. A more lively atmosphere is very comfortable for him.

They returned to their apartment at noon on Saturday, and the next half of the weekend was their own. First, they went to the supermarket to buy ingredients. The two girls want to come to the idea of ​​WeChat.

Not long after, Bi Xia came out of the wine area with a shopping cart. Just now, Qiu Zhen said that he wanted to try red wine, but he couldn't choose.

There are three beautiful wine bottles in the shopping cart: "You can't buy very good ones in the supermarket, try which one you like."

Qiu Zhen nodded, and threw the things in his pockets into the shopping cart as if nothing had happened to see Bi Xia's reaction.

Bi Xia didn't respond, Qiu Zhen had always bought these things, and he didn't know there was another drawer at home.

Qiuzheng said, "It's an unused taste."

Bi Xia was not used to saying such things on such occasions, even though Qiu Zhen lowered his voice and whispered in his ears, he still blushed, silently pushed the car and took a step forward, distanced himself from him, and silently refused.

Qiu Zhen followed up and explained: "It's blocking peach blossoms."