Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

After laughing, the tie still had to be tied, Qiu Zhen pulled the tie off by himself, and then pulled the tablemate with his eyes to hint: I can't laugh for nothing if I laugh.

The tie had been tossed and wrinkled by Qi Jiale, and time was limited and tools were limited, so Bi Xia could only press it as hard as he could.

The tie passed under the collar, Bi Xia leaned over and pressed the collar to adjust the length on both sides, then stopped suddenly.

Zhen felt his neck itchy, he resisted the urge to scratch it and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's not going well."

Bi Xia only tied a tie for himself, he walked behind Qiu Zhen, bent down slightly, wrapped his hands around Qiu Zhen's body, tied it in twos and twos, and straightened his clothes for him.

Bi Xia stretched out his hand and scratched his neck together, scratching twice, he frowned, it was obvious that this spot was itchy, but no matter how he scratched it, it felt separated, what's the matter?

After dealing with the tie, the four of them moved the chairs together and went to Yuexin Square.

Today's judges' seat is much longer than the preliminaries, and the famous brands are not all judges, leaders from all walks of life, and people who set up scholarships in schools.

The squad leader was a bit lucky, they were still third in the finals.

There is still some time for the chairs to be placed, and the eighth class of students went to the music classroom for the last practice.

Teacher Zhang usually focuses on encouragement, but after the encouragement, he will talk about the shortcomings. Today he just praised, from girls to boys, from conductor to accompaniment, and finally said: "Don't be nervous and sing well, you will definitely get a Good ranking."

"it is good!"

Qiu Zhen didn't know when he put down his violin and took the lead in cheering and applauding. The other students responded one after another, which made Teacher Zhang blush.

He cleared his throat and told Qiuzhen: "Pay attention to the accompaniment. We are different from other people's pure piano accompaniment. You have to come along with the piano. If you don't keep up, I will start again..."

Teacher Zhang mentioned everything he could think of, and his eyes turned around to stay on Bi Xia: "Don't be shy, your voice is very good, if I found out earlier, I would still like you to be the lead singer."

Bi Xia: ...

Qiu Zhen laughed wantonly, Bi Xia glanced at him, he restrained himself for half a second and started laughing again.

After the opening process on the stage, the host is announcing the curtain, and the first three classes in the audience have already lined up and waited to go on stage.The weather is fine today, with such a bright light, there are still a few stars left in the sky.

The sky is fine, but the temperature difference between day and night is large, and it is a little windy tonight. The girls are all wearing coats, and the boys are better. They are wearing long-sleeved trousers.

They adjusted their formation spontaneously, allowing the girls to stand inward and the boys to stand outside, so that they could somewhat block the wind.

When Class No. [-] came to the stage, the teacher came to guide them. The girls took off their coats and handed them to the old class. They rubbed their arms and stomped their feet. When they got to the stage, they all looked at the auditorium with smiles on their faces.

Wang Xiaofang bowed to the audience, then turned around and signaled to the accompanist, first the piano, and then the violin who quietly joined in.

It stands to reason that everyone's eyes should be on the conductor, but Bi Xia was distracted by looking at the same table. Qiu Zhen's suits are worthy of the price, and it is true that people rely on clothes. Mature and reliable.

Qiu Zhen stood sideways facing the audience, and couldn't see the admiring eyes of his deskmate, otherwise his tail would go up to the sky.

A song, counting the stage and exit is only 7 minutes, the students of Class [-] left the stage with smiles on their faces, and immediately a girl started shouting outside the lights: "It's so cold, it's so cold, Brother Han, come and hug me!" hug."

Brother Han called Zeng Menghan, and Zeng Menghan really went over and hugged her.Immediately, some boys began to boo: "Brother Han, I want to hug you too."

"roll."

"Hahahahaha."

"Brother Han, do you care about the fragrance and cherish the jade, are you the fragrance or the jade?"

"I am a flower!"

They were laughing and making noise, but Qiu Zhen was silent, Qi Jiale was a little strange, isn't Brother Qiu the favorite to join in the fun?He looked around, and finally found Brother Qiu at the end of the crowd.

Where is his coat?If it wasn't for the violin, Qi Jiale wouldn't have recognized him in this black light.

Bi Xia didn't like to walk in the middle of the crowd, and walked to the end of the line. Qiu Zhen knew his tablemate very well, so he went directly to the end to find him.

They also heard Yang Liu's cry "Brother Han Hug".

"Is it cold? You call Brother Qiu and I hug you too."

"boring."

"You still talk to me when you're bored? You used to keep silent, isn't it so cold?"

Qiu Zhen said that he clamped the bow with his arm and pulled his hand, and found that it was really cold.

Bi Xia withdrew his hand: "It's okay."

"No!" Qiu Zhen put the piano in his hands and began to take off his coat: "What's wrong with you, why is a big man still weak in energy and blood?"

"...It's true."

"Whether it's true or not is not up to you."

"You decide?"

Regardless of his ridicule, Qiu Zhen put his jacket on his shoulders, and then took back his piano.

A gust of wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and Qiu Zhen realized that it was a little cold to wear only a shirt.

When Qiuzheng took off his coat, Bi Xia wanted to refuse, and his coat was placed on his own chair in the auditorium, so there was no need to bother, what's more, in his opinion, such behavior was a bit out of bounds.

But Qiu Zhen didn't give him the chance to refuse at all.

Bi Xia felt the remaining warmth of the jacket and raised his hands to close it, it's only 2 minutes, forget it.

Qiu Zhen didn't think so. When he got back to his seat, he picked up the jacket on Bi Xia's seat and said as a matter of course: "I lent you my clothes, and I will also lend you yours."

Bi Xia: ...

"Change it back."

"Don't change it, it's cold, take it off, put it on again, and then take it off for a while, and you'll catch a cold."

Bi Xia had no choice but to compromise and put on a suit. He bought a white suit last week, but now he is wearing a black one, which has a different temperament. Qiu Zhen only thinks that his deskmate looks good in anything.

He chuckled, put down the piano, picked up the camera, and clicked the shutter three times at the same table.

He is a member of the Photography Association, and assignments are required for such large-scale events.Qiu Zhen played one-sidedly with his tablemate for a while, then left his seat and went to the front to take pictures.

Originally, wearing a suit was a bit restrictive, but wearing a school uniform jacket is not to mention how flexible it is.

The hosts on the stage are all wearing suits and dresses, with exquisite makeup.Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys, wearing school uniforms, still look childish and student-like, but they look quite different when they wear formal clothes.

Many parents came to the scene, standing outside the "cornucopia", noisy, most of them brought supper for their children.Mr. Xia received the invitation. If he came, he could sit in the guest seat in the front row, but the end time was too late, so the old man chose to go to bed early at home.

Qiu Zhen took a few pictures from various angles and came back to his seat, and brought Bi Xia half an orange, which he was still eating, and stuffed the half into Bi Xia's hand.

"Qi Jiale's mother brought it, half of it for you."

Bi Xia looked at the forced orange in his hand, it was like the coat just now, with a little autumnal warmth, he tore off a piece of orange and put it in his mouth, it was very sweet.

The apples he ate at home that day were also very sweet. He went to the old class to read the information on the weekend, and Ms. Xia transferred him an account to make up for three months of living expenses and a free message.

Then there are two missed calls and messages from his dad.

Ms. Xia knew that he didn't ask his father for money because his aunt called to ridicule him, saying that he was thinking about the old man's pension, and his father knew about it through her verification.

Bi Xia couldn't tell what it felt like, he was really angry at the beginning, and he wouldn't open his mouth unless Ms. Xia gave it to him, and he really couldn't open his mouth.

He couldn't even ask for money from his parents.

He chose to find a way to make money by himself. The prize money for the champion of the poetry conference is [-] yuan, as well as the income from the script.

He has already made preparations for the tuition fees that the university will settle by himself in the future.

However, he didn't even spend his original savings before Ms. Xia compromised, and his precautions seemed a bit redundant.

Since you can be financially independent, why rely on others, even if they are parents.This is his own life. He will not live according to Ms. Xia's will. He is short-handed, and he doesn't want to spend the money.

But he didn't want to hurt her either, how should he deal with it?

Qiu Zhen watched helplessly as his deskmate picked up a piece of orange and put it in his mouth, chewing and chewing, and then his eyes went blank after chewing.

"Hey," Qiu Zhen snapped his fingers in front of Bi Xia and pulled him back: "What are you thinking about?"

"If a person gives you a lot of money and you have to take it, and you don't want to owe her, what do you do."

"It's simple, buy a gift and return it."

Bi Xia froze for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you."

"Who?"

Bi Xia shook his head, Qiu Zhen didn't ask any more questions.

The closing time was a bit late. Director Gao said on the radio: "The bell to turn off the lights will be postponed by 15 minutes tonight, and the wake-up bell will be postponed by 15 minutes tomorrow morning."

The audience cheered, and he added: "The students may be too excited to sleep tonight. The teacher on duty will step up inspections and let the students sleep well."

The students in class eight moved their chairs back to the classroom, and the old class let them go.

Qiu Zhen asked Bi Xia to wait for him for a while, and he went to the group of girls by himself, and came back with something in his hand after a while.

"Let's go, go and take off your makeup."

There were a lot of people in the bathroom, so they went to the bathroom on the east side. There were not a lot of people here, but today the light was broken, and everyone went elsewhere.

Qiu Zhen wiped half of the makeup remover on Bi Xia's face, and wiped the rest on his face with water. After washing, he found that his deskmate had no water at all.

He hesitated a bit: "Why don't you use water?"

"Wipe it off first."

Qiuzhen: "..."

It's fine if Bi Xia doesn't say it, but he always feels that he hasn't washed it clean, so he must wash it again.

But the cleansing cream was gone, so he put his idea on Bi Xia's face.

"Bishia."

Bi Xia turned his head to look at him, and was rubbed against his face unpreparedly. It took two seconds to realize what Qiu Zhen had done: "You..."

Qiuzheng strikes first: "I don't think you're dirty."

Bi Xia took a deep breath, turned on the faucet and started cleaning.

The next two people did not speak, only the sound of rushing water in the darkness.

After washing his face, Bi Xia took out a paper towel and dried it lightly. Qiu Zhen was not that particular about it, and when there was water dripping on his face, he shook his head and wiped it casually.Seeing Bi Xia wiping with a paper, he thought of playing a prank.

He waited for Bi Xia to finish wiping his face, then moved over to him after wiping his hands, and rubbed against his face again, and said after rubbing, "Isn't it just a face rub? See what you care about, rub more Just get used to it."

Bi Xia turned back, scooped up a handful of water and flushed his face, this time there was no paper, so he could only let his face drip with water, and even got water on his hair because of rushing.

With a cold expression on his face, he called out, "Qiu Zhen."

"Hey—brother Qiu is here."

"You stay away from me."