Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The summer social practice finally set a three-day "survival challenge", which will be divided into departments, and clubs and classes can sign up independently.The student union bought a batch of hoarded clothes at a low price, divided each group equally, and after three days, which group had more cash in hand.

Qiu Zhen looked at the promotion in his hand, but felt that this event was a bit interesting. The key was that the initiator was interesting, the student union presidium.Isn't rounding off Bi Xia?must go!

The make-up class for the competition class will start next week, and there will be three days left during this period. They probably calculated it in advance, so Qiu Zhen simply called his family and said that he would go home after participating in the competition tutoring.

Then he took the registration form from his deskmate, but he didn't participate in the class team or the club team. He shamelessly sneaked into the team of the student union presidium.

Everyone else knew that he had a good relationship with Bi Xia, so they turned a blind eye and said nothing. The five members of the presidium were indeed a little small, and the division of labor was not easy.

Now there are six people, just divided into three groups.

They will report their results at school on Sunday afternoon, and their plan is to cash in all the clothes on Friday, and today is Thursday.

Mr. Xia was very satisfied when he knew what they were going to do. He asked Dongdong to participate in more activities, and it was true. Looking at it now, they can go to the night market to set up stalls.

That's right, their plan is to set up stalls in the night market.

In the evening, Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia were wearing school uniforms and standing under the colorful lights. Amid the mixed aroma of food, people passing by would take a second look, and some would ask a question or two curiously.

At this time, the opportunity came.

Qiu Zhen is very good at talking, and he is very happy with all the aunts and grandmas, and occasionally brags about Bi Xia's grades.Don't adults just like children with good grades?

The styles of their clothes are not new, but they are passable, at least wearable. In small cities, most people's requirements for clothes are wearable, and they look okay.

They cooperated with shops on the street and rented their fitting room for one night.The usual business of these big sports brands is not very good, so it doesn't hurt to rent them a fitting room.

The eldest sister with dyed yellow hair was praised from ear to ear by Qiu Zhen: "You can talk so well, maybe you lied to me, I want to listen to your classmate."

Qiu Zhen looked wronged: "I'm telling the truth." While winking at Bi Xia.

Bi Xia looked at the eldest sister with sincere eyes: "It's very suitable for you."

He has his own aura, even in the noisy night market, there is a tranquility in his eyes, which makes people feel comfortable.

The eldest sister happily left with three pieces of clothes, and one hundred yuan was credited.

These clothes were bought at a low price, others don't know, Bi Xia must know the cost, Qiu Zhen asked him in a low voice while no one was around: "How much is the cost?"

Bi Xia said succinctly: "I bought it by the catty."

Qiuzhen: "..."

Summer clothes are bought by the catty and sold by the piece, and the price is 40 a piece. It can't be seen that the heart of the same table is quite dark.

Bi Xia looked indifferent: "There will be an assessment for the results report, if you don't pay back the cost, you will be considered unqualified."

According to the current posture, it is impossible to be unqualified. After one night, Qiu Zhen began to doubt, is it really so easy to make money?

By the time the six people met on Friday afternoon, there were still a dozen or so pieces of clothes left in the three groups, so they put them together and sold them for [-] yuan each, and gave away the last short-sleeved shirt.

They have gained a lot, and they should be able to take the top few places without accident, but they are the bureau, if the bureau doesn't take the first place, how can they be worthy of these three words, so continue.

Zhang Yuxin went to contact other groups, bought unsold clothes from them at a low price, and inquired about the situation of other groups by the way.

She said it soundly: "We are the bureau, shouldn't we help?"

So it got a lot of inventory from competitors almost free of money, and it changed hands for nearly [-].

On Sunday, he reported the results, and the bureau really came first.The other groups took cash, and they took out a card directly.

There was an uproar when Bi Xia reported the amount, four thousand? !The least of the other groups was only in the early [-]s, and the most was no more than [-].

Zhang Yuxin asked everyone in the middle of the collection of clothes, but there are not many that have not been sold yet.

There were a total of 21 groups participating this time, and the presidium earned the most because they took away all the remaining clothes and helped people clear the warehouse in the next two days.

In this event, excluding the cost of less than one thousand, they earned fourteen thousand in three days.

Bi Xia made a conclusion: "The Propaganda Department is responsible for writing and submitting articles, and submitting them to high-standard newspapers and periodicals as much as possible."

"30.00% of each group's profit will be returned as a reward for everyone's labor."

"The rest, except the cost, will be donated. We have contacted a mountain primary school and will purchase two sets of multimedia equipment for them, which will be put into use in the new semester."

The students below applauded vigorously. They grow up so big, and their summer social practice is nothing more than going to a nursing home or an orphanage. When they go, they are mostly just a formality and a stamp, which is far less meaningful than such an activity.

At least they really made money and spent it in real places.

At the end of the meeting, each department took the money and went to the celebration banquet.

The Secretary-General sighed: "We will have to make up classes for half a month, and the start of school will be half a month earlier. The summer vacation is not as long as the winter vacation of others,"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen: "It's better for you sophomores."

Zhang Yuxin also asked: "Are you taking classes online this year?"

What she was talking about was summer make-up classes. In the past few years, the students made too much trouble, so they went to school to make up classes and changed to online classes.

"Yes."

Several people looked envious.

Qiu Zhen said: "Why are you envious, the competition tutoring is not going to come to school."

He said so, but he was very satisfied with the tutoring in his heart. They can choose freely, they can live at home if they are close to home, or they can live in school.

For Qiu Zhen, living in school is a dormitory, and living at home is sharing the same bed, and any fool knows how to choose.

So he said to Bi Xia: "There is no one in the school dormitory, let's go home and live?"

"Ah."

In the evening, Qiu Zhen was watched by Mr. Xia and wrote two calligraphy.

Mr. Xia said: "Calligraphy still needs to learn the soft brush. Your foundation is much better, and now you have time, it's time to practice."

So he had one more homework, one brush writing every day.

24 characters are not many, but it takes a long time to write seriously.

Qiu Zhen writes big characters, and Bi Xia practices lower case.

Mr. Xia watched it for a while before being called by Mrs. Xia to go for a walk, leaving the study room to the two of them.

Qiu Zhen felt that Mr. Xia's illness had eliminated a lot of family conflicts. At least recently, he didn't see his grandmother going to his uncle's house, and only Xia Tian occasionally came over when he was tutoring.

He went to look at the other side of the table. Bi Xia wrote quickly with his wrist hanging in the air. Qiu Zhen couldn't help but take a closer look. His writing was probably Xingkai, and he could understand every word. He occasionally practiced his pen, handsome and elegant.

"what are you writing?"

"Luo Shen Fu." Bi Xia continued to write without looking up.

"How to write this?"

"I wrote it when I thought about it."

Qiu Zhen simply put down his pen to watch him. He hadn't practiced before, and he was tired from hanging his wrist for so long. He rubbed his wrist and asked Bi Xia, "Will you be thin and golden?"

"Practiced."

Qiu Zhen looked curious: "I heard that it is the font created by the emperor."

"Song Huizong."

Qiu Zhen continued to hint: "Isn't it particularly beautiful?"

Bi Xia finally put down his pen: "Do you want to see it?"

Qiu Zhen nodded.

Bi Xia changed a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote his name in the thin gold font he wanted to see.

Qiuzhen said, "Why don't you write your own name."

Bi Xia took a look at him, Qiu Zhen looked at him bluntly and looked at him, and Bi Xia moistened his pen and added his name.

Qiuzheng smiled and took it away without bothering him anymore.

Bi Xia was interrupted by him halfway, and wrote the names of two more people. He was restless. One word had two states before and after. He frowned slightly, folded the whole paper and put it in the wastebasket. I caught a glimpse of Qiu Zhen folding the four words he wrote just now and putting them away.

Bi Xia lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Qiu Zhen started to make trouble again: "This Na is a bit difficult to write."

Bi Xia glanced at it, and stopped writing it himself. He took a thicker pen and showed him. Qiu Zhen wrote it down a few times, and it was worse once or twice.

Bi Xia looked at him with doubts in his eyes, Qiu Zhen was a little guilty, wouldn't he be seen out?

He justified himself in his heart, I have restrained myself a lot, I just taught him how to write, it’s okay between friends, Bi Xia used to teach him how to play billiards.

Thinking of billiards Qiuzheng's eyes brightened, how could he forget the most common method of teaching writing.

"This last part can't be relaxed either."

Qiu Zhen hurriedly climbed up the pole: "I don't know where to exert force and where to pick up the pen." Seeing him, Bi Xia finally expressed his purpose: "Will you take me to write it again?"

Qiu Zhen praised his wit. He seemed to have opened a new door. Besides writing, he also played billiards.

Bi Xia stood behind him, held his hand holding the pen, and whispered in his ear, "Relax."

As soon as Qiu Zhen let go, it landed straight on the paper, he quickly picked it up, smiled flatteringly at Bi Xia, adjusted his fingers to hold the pen and relaxed his wrist, and asked Bi Xia to take him to write.

They were about the same height, with Qiu Zhen sitting and Bi Xia standing bent over, he could touch people with one side of his head.

Gently, touch it.

There was a voice in his heart bewitching him, Qiu Zheng's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes shifted to Bi Xia's face.

After writing a few words in a row, Bi Xia asked him, "Is it all right?"

Qiu Zhen came back to his senses suddenly, he felt that he could continue, but he was about to be unable to restrain himself.

He nodded indiscriminately, Bi Xia got up, and Qiu Zhen held a pen to recall, how did Bi Xia exert his strength just now?When it was over, he only remembered the face that was close at hand.

Fortunately, Bi Xia felt that his condition was not suitable for writing and went upstairs to take a shower.

Sunlight fell on the floor through the curtains, Qiu Zhen opened his eyes and glanced at the time, and could still sleep for a while, he looked at the people around him, sleeping in a correct posture, breathing long and long.

Qiu Zhen stretched out his arms, and through the thin air conditioner, his hands were placed on Bi Xia's waist, hugged, and then he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, Bi Xia opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he felt a little helpless.

Fortunately, he has enough patience.

Teacher Liang came to tutor the competition during the holidays. I heard that Teacher Liu finally got his wish and went to support teaching. After that, Teacher Liang will lead the mathematics competition.

But in this way, he usually only needs to teach class three.

Over the past few days, Mr. Zhou occasionally comes to make up classes. As he comes more often, Qiu Zhen finds a pattern. If he comes to class, it is usually the first period. It seems that Teacher Liang wakes up late. up.

He has a delicate expression, these two people, aren't they...

Qiu Zhen is not interested in other people's affairs, he is more concerned about the papers in front of him. In the past week, they have written at least twenty papers, all of which are competition questions. If they don't find the right method, one question may take half an hour.

Teacher Liang assigns homework one by one, and Teacher Zhou assigns one problem by one, but for everyone in the classroom, they would rather do one than that one.

Last night, the temperature of the air conditioner was turned up by one degree. Qiu Zhen kicked the quilt at night. When they woke up, the quilt was piled up at the foot of the bed, and more than half of it fell to the ground. Today, Bi Xia woke up with a sore throat and a strong nasal sound. He caught a cold. .

Probably due to a stuffy nose and insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, his thinking was a little sluggish, and Mr. Zhou was still in class today.

Everyone was looking forward to Teacher Liang's figure, but he didn't come for the last class. It seems that the last day of make-up classes will be in the hands of Teacher Zhou.

Teacher Zhou also arranged a problem very devilishly in the last class and said: "Make it one by one and go one by one."

There was a lot of wailing below, and I did it seriously at the beginning, but when I couldn't do it, I started to ask the people around me in a low voice. The whispers of so many people are not quiet at all.

Zhou Xing ignored them and fiddled with his phone.

Bi Xia's writing speed is slower than usual, probably due to a cold and lack of oxygen, which hinders his thinking. He usually understands the topic at a glance, but today he read it silently word by word before he understood it.

Confused and unable to grasp anything, Bi Xia pondered for a moment, then took out the draft paper and listed the possible methods to try one by one.

Qiu Zhen didn't think this question was so difficult. In fact, Zhou Xing said something similar before, that is, the conditions of the question and the desired result were changed. When he finished, he put the pen on the table and started to pack his things.

Everyone looked at him, but Qiu Zhen ignored him. Bi Xia didn't seem to be in a good state. He handed over the paper in his hand, and Bi Xia didn't refuse.

Zhou Xing sat on the podium and had a panoramic view of their actions.

The two came up and handed in their homework before leaving. Zhou Xing looked at the exact same answer and raised his eyebrows. He thought Bi Xia would refuse, but did he really copy it?

He accepted the homework and let him go, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to complain: Ah Han, your favorite student copied homework.

Liang Hanzhang didn't reply to him, maybe he hasn't gotten up yet, so he continued to read the recipes.

Zhou Xing vaguely heard Qiu Zhen outside the door saying: Did I kick the quilt last night?

kick the quilt?Zhou Xing thought, it really was a child.

He looked at the recipe for a while and then sent Liang Hanzhang a message: Ah Han, what do you want to eat today, I will make it for you

How about seafood porridge?

Don't be angry, I promise there will be no next time

Liang Hanzhang finally replied to him: Get out

Zhou Xing was in a good mood, glanced at the frowning students below, and said kindly, "Come back, we'll talk about it next semester."

There was cheering from below.

Zhou Xing went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients before returning to the dormitory. Liang Hanzhang still didn't give him a good look.

"If you do this again, don't live with me."

Zhou Xing felt that he could not be blamed for this incident, and when he opened his eyes early in the morning, he saw Ah Han changing clothes with his back turned to him, and he was not Liu Xiahui.

However, he always behaved awkwardly to others, but he never put down his dignity in front of Liang Hanzhang.

Rubbed his waist and legs without saying a word.

Qiu's mother waited for half a month, thinking that her son would finally go home after making up lessons, but he called back and said that he would go on a trip with Xiao Xia.

Qiu Ma: "???"

She knew that she gave birth to a son, and she didn't expect him to be as caring as a daughter, but isn't this too much?

It's almost half a month since the summer vacation, and he hasn't returned home yet.

However, her son is outside and her heart is outside, so she can only vent her anger on his father. Professor Qiu has been complaining about coughing recently, so he went to the next door to the mathematics department professor's house and got back a piece of paper. Summer camp recommendation form.

The next day I went over helplessly and asked for another one.

Traveling with Bi Xia is very comfortable, he knows a lot, the entire mobile library can tell stories wherever he goes, Qiu Zhen is satisfied after listening to a book all the way.

Planning to graduate from high school and travel across the country with him.

Probably the parents are the same. They played together for a week. Ms. Xia called to remind her, but finally said: "Your father is participating in a variety show recently. If you come back now, you may appear in the scene. You can think about it yourself."

If it was before, she would never have told him this, she would have called him back directly.

Bi Xia said, "Thank you."

Ms. Xia was a little awkward: "well, if you come back, call your dad, he's been free recently."

Bi Haicheng's film is about to be completed, and the box office of the last film was not satisfactory. This time he appeared in a variety show by himself, which is a kind of publicity, and also to give everyone some film knowledge.

This variety show is about daily life. It is said to be work, but it is indeed under the camera. It is said that it is at work, but he can do whatever he wants, which can be regarded as leisure.

Bi Xia asked Qiu Zhen if he wanted to go to Beijing together, to his house.

Is there even a question?Qiu Zhen can't wait to be with him all the time now, so he has to go!

Bi Xia said: "It's shooting a variety show over there, and it may occasionally be in the mirror."

Qiu Zhen became even more curious: "Fortunately, I haven't seen how variety shows are filmed, uncle is still making movies, right?"

"No, it's post-production now."

"Can I see it?"

When Bi Haicheng was working, he didn't have the habit of not being seen by others, and occasionally he would say a few words to Bi Xia.

"can."

Director Bi smiled at the camera, looking very happy: "I'm going out tomorrow."

This variety show was a live broadcast, and many people on the bullet screen were asking him what he was doing, but he couldn't see it, and he wouldn't say anything if he saw it.

He is not an actor, and many people watched his movies, but few fans. If it weren't for the fact that many of the actors he has worked with have reposted on Weibo, there are not many who watched the live broadcast today.

They came here by high-speed rail, each with a small suitcase and a backpack, and they were still wearing the same brand and color of clothes, looking like brothers from a distance.

The following camera remained in the car, Bi Haicheng left for a while, and returned with the two of them after a while.

Qiu Zheng opened the door of the back seat, and stared squarely at a dark lens, dazed.

Bi Xia asked from behind: "What's wrong?"

Bi Haicheng got into the driver's seat and said with a smile, "I forgot," he said to the cameraman, "Come to the front."

The camera silently went out with the camera on its shoulders, while Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia sat in the back seat.

The barrage exploded.

This is Director Bi's son!

Isn't it really a star? They are all so handsome.

Does the son bring friends home to play?

Sure enough, good-looking people play with good-looking people.

……

Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia winked and lip-synced: Is this filming?

Bi Xia nodded.

Qiu Zhen took out his mobile phone and sent him a message: What do I want to say?

Bi Xia: Feel free to

Bi Xia said it was free, so Qiu Zhen was free. He began to make friends with Bi Haicheng: "Uncle, where are we going?"

Bi Haicheng still remembers him, he was the one who called Dongdong during Chinese New Year.

"You call me uncle at my age?"

Qiu Zhen thought I wanted to call you dad, but on the face he was very obedient: "Uncle."

"Go home and take you to dinner tonight, do you have any ideas?"

Qiu Zhen asked Bi Xia, "What do you want to eat?"

"You are a guest."

Qiu Zhen hooked his shoulder: "I sleep with you every day, and you treat me as a guest?"

Bi Xia glanced at the front camera, but couldn't capture it, but it was radioing.

He could almost imagine what the barrage would say, he didn't want to stop it, someone would bless them in an invisible place, even if they didn't know it was true.

"You said you wanted to eat hot pot the day before yesterday."

"Isn't this hot, eat it in winter."

Bi Haicheng spoke at the right time: "Xiaoqiu likes to eat Sichuan food?"

"It's okay, I just have a strong taste," he thought for a while and then said, "But Bi Xia eats lightly."

"Yeah, he's like his mother."

Ms. Xia's food is no longer light, and the healthy meal of the same style as the female star is really not something ordinary people can eat.

Qiu Zhen suddenly realized something was wrong, he didn't introduce himself, right?Bi Xia didn't introduce him, how did Director Bi know his surname is Qiu?

"Uncle, do you know my name?"

"I know, didn't we chat during the Chinese New Year?"

What did you say his name was?Qiu Zhen couldn't remember.

Filming didn't end until nine o'clock in the evening.

Qiu Zhen strictly carried out the tasks assigned by Mr. Xia, wrote and handed it to Bi Xia for reading, and Bi Haicheng went to the living room and picked out a few bullet screens to answer questions at random, which was regarded as interacting with fans.

As he expected, almost no one asked about the movie, but only about his son.

But he did not reveal anything except his age, and finally said half-jokingly: "If you haven't gone to college yet, study hard and maybe you might have the opportunity to go to the same school as him."

After the interaction, Bi Haicheng went into the study to see them. When he walked to the door, he saw his son teaching others how to write. With a serious expression on his face, Bi Haicheng turned a corner and walked to the studio with the camera.

Is his son dating someone?

Otherwise, with Bi Xia's character, how could he make such an intimate gesture? He carefully thought about the interaction and dialogue between the two along the way, and the relationship between the two was indeed very good.

Even if he doesn't have it now, his son must like him.

The big director was very distressed. He thought that this problem should appear after a long time, but the child looked fine.

He is not a parent who would interfere with his child's feelings with tyrannical means, so it may not be useful.

Besides, Bi Xia was always sober.

After a while, he went to the study again and brought the two of them into the studio.

For the sake of confidentiality, the camera cannot shoot the screen, only three people.

So I saw Director Bi talking to the two children from time to time, and Bi Xia said, "The belt is tied wrong."

Director Bi has a headache, he is a martial arts film with a weakened background of the times, but his son is a very straightforward textual research party.

"This belt is specially designed to look good."

Bi Xia stopped talking.

Bi Haicheng smiled: "Next time when Dad is filming, I invite you to be a consultant."

Then he said to Qiu Zhen, "Xiao Qiu also comes to play together."

Qiu Zhen always felt that Director Bi looked at him with scrutiny, did he know something?

Qiu's mother said that she found a summer camp for the two of them and asked them to go there quickly to participate, otherwise they would not be able to keep up with the progress.

To put it nicely, it is called a summer camp, but it is actually a mathematics competition tutoring run by a university professor. It lasts for ten days and costs [-] yuan in tuition.

Both Qiu Zhen's parents liked Bi Xia, and they had a tacit understanding of taking him to read books and chatting with him about his major.

What a good child, why doesn't it belong to their family?

The math professor next door liked Qiuzhen very much, and he knew his parents, so he asked him if he would come here to be his student in the future.

Qiu Zhen said, "I'll think about it."

The country's first-class famous schools and first-class majors, still consider it?The professor shook his head with a smile, young man.

However, this is still a polite way of saying Qiuzheng, Bi Xia will definitely be in top 2, and of course he will go to Beijing.