She smiled and said, "Feibai, I seem to be feeling sentimental for no reason."
The two of them walked side by side down the long, wide street, a perfect place to digest their food after dinner.
Gu Feibai glanced at her, but didn't say anything. He put his hands in his pockets, his fingers peeking out from under the white fabric, revealing his slender profile.
Suddenly, remembering something, she said casually, "I've transferred the tuition fee to your card, so don't worry about it too much."
Ah Heng stammered, "I've almost saved enough for my tuition..."
She felt somewhat frustrated, as she could never stand confidently in front of him.
It seems that anything related to money...
Gu Feibai spoke calmly, “It’s not my money, it’s my uncle’s idea. If you have anything, tell him.”
His tone was very rational.
Ah Heng was a smart person, so he kept quiet.
The atmosphere became awkward again.
After a while, Aheng gently nudged his elbow and whispered, "Gu Feibai, why are you always like this? Nobody has provoked you, yet you can make someone choke to death with just one sentence."
Gu Feibai glanced at her coldly, his face expressionless.
Ah Heng looked up, her eyes smiling – “Don’t be angry anymore. If you’re still angry, I’ll call you.”
Gu Feibai brushed the child's paw away and continued walking forward expressionlessly.
Ah Heng put her hands behind her back, gently circled around to his front, and pitifully said, "Little Bai, Little Bai, Little... Bai."
Gu Feibai walked past her, pretending not to hear, and kept walking.
Ah Heng jogged to catch up, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in exasperation—"Gu Feibai, you're pushing your luck... Ah, you smiled, you actually chuckled, how... despicable."
Gu Feibai reached out, his fingerprints thin, and gently grasped the other's hand, a faint smile on his lips—"Who are you, so determined to remain silent and not allow anyone to laugh?"
Ah Heng smiled, her eyes softening – “My virtuous wife, Gu, is it alright that you are six years late?”
Gu Feibai stood up straight, a slight blush on his fair cheeks, and nodded slightly – “Approved.”
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Yan hope took on Lu's case. Before the fashion show, he needed a set of print advertisements. His partner was a boy of the same age. He wasn't particularly good-looking, but his facial features were very soft, with a strangely gentle and delicate appearance.
Yan hope felt the face looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, he realized it was the waiter he had seen at Cutting Diamond that day, who had even been scolded by Xiao Zhou.
Upon seeing him, he was filled with trepidation and bowed deeply – “Young Master Yan.”
Yan hope spoke calmly, “There’s no Young Master Yan here. You can call me DJ Yan or Yan hope.”
The man nodded slightly, a little shyly, and smiled, revealing eight perfect teeth—"Hello, DJ YAN, my name is Chen Wan."
Yan hope took off her coat and casually asked him, "Who chose you?"
Chen Wan smiled softly, her eyebrows curving upwards. "Young Master Lu. He said DJ Yan needs someone to accompany him."
Yan hope unbuttoned his shirt, lowered his head, and let his hair fall from his forehead. After a long while, he casually said, "Get out."
Chen Wan was stunned—"Huh?"
The boy gave a half-smile—"I'm changing my clothes, are you still going to keep watching?"
Beneath the white shirt was a large expanse of smooth, fair skin.
The man blushed and hurriedly closed the door.
The photographer we hired was the legendary top expert in the industry from the neighboring island nation. He talked non-stop all day long, his nose practically sticking out of his eyes, and he always had a little translator with him everywhere he went.
Master Iijima was babbling on and on.
Yan hope = =, can't you speak like a human being?
Gibberish, nostrils, gibberish.
The translator is being overly obsequious; Master Iijima, you should all be even more sexy.
Yan hope was annoyed. Damn it, how am I supposed to be sexy? He ripped my shirt down to just one button.
Iijima jumped up and down, chattering away.
The translator said, "Our master Iijima said, Yanxi, your expression is too stiff."
Yan hope rolled his eyes. "I'm not a gigolo."
Iijima was furious. She ripped the curtain off, stomped on it, and started chattering away.
The translator is so smug, I've never seen such an unprofessional model!
The planner on the side was going crazy, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Oh, my young master, my young master Yan, can't you just condescend to be sexy for this little Japanese devil? We've already used up ten rolls of film for this scene. Young master Yan, if this doesn't work, the boss will fire me!"
Yan hope raised an eyebrow and gestured to pause. He said, "If you tell me to unbutton my shirt, I'll unbutton it; if you tell me to pout, I'll pout; if you tell me to wink, I'll wink. What the hell do you want me to do?!"
Yan hope took off his white gloves. "I'm off work today. If there's anything, let Lu Liu tell me himself. You guys take good care of the Japanese devils."
He turned and walked towards the locker room.
Chen Wan, holding a lunchbox in her hands, followed behind Yan hope with her head down.
Yan hope sneered, "What are you doing following me?!"
Chen Wan blushed slightly and said softly, "Yan hope, you haven't eaten all day."
Yan hope was slightly taken aback, turned around, stood still, and squinted at him.
so what?
Chen Wan coughed lightly. "Before I came, I made some food at home. Would you like to eat something to fill your stomach?"
Yan hope weighed the lunchbox in his hand; it was an ordinary lunchbox.
Then, it opened, revealing ordinary rice and ordinary dishes. The only thing that looked somewhat tempting was a few pieces of fragrant braised pork ribs.
He smiled, nodded, and said thank you.
I picked up my chopsticks, picked up a spare rib, and started chewing.
Then, the taste was neither fatty nor greasy, neither sweet nor salty, and most importantly, it was a high-quality spare rib with a bone that you could bite into in one go.
His usual way of eating.
Chen Wan smiled somewhat awkwardly, "How does it taste?"
Yan hope said it was delicious, thank you for your trouble.
Then, her eyes crinkled into crescents, a big, childlike smile.
How about you do some of these every day?
Chapter 63
Chapter 63
In my second year at Z University's medical school, every Wednesday morning, we usually have four consecutive classes on medical principles. The professor is Ms. Li, who is the most demanding person in the department. Although she is a woman, her medical expertise is so high that everyone in the department respectfully calls her "Professor."
Of course, these two words are quite humorous in everyday conversation, but a group of young students who have received modern education seem to only dare to use the word "Mr" when they see Ms. Li.
Throughout her life, she didn't take a liking to many students. Most of them became elite doctors in the medical field. There was one exception: Gu Feibai, a recognized genius at Z University who didn't graduate.
She said that Gu Feibai was fully capable of completing the seven-year program at the age of twenty. However, Gu Feibai was originally planning to apply for early graduation last year, but for some reason, he stayed.
The medical students were skilled with their hands and quick with their words. They gossiped for a long time, and everyone unanimously turned their meaningful gazes toward Aheng.
Eighty percent of the young girls are petty and afraid that their young and handsome fiancés will be devoured by the "wolf girl" at the hospital, so they try to delay as long as possible.
After all, there are plenty of dilapidated Titanic-like cars that want to crash into a luxurious iceberg.
Mr. Li knew about this and had some complaints about his favorite student. He also paid attention to Aheng for a long time during class and felt that she was just an ordinary child. He was even more disappointed, but at least because Gu Feibai intended to promote Aheng, he was very strict with her.
Unfortunately, Ah Heng is the kind of person who is naturally suited to being raised in the wild. Forcing him to grow too quickly only puts too much pressure on him.
When asked a question in class, Aheng couldn't answer it.
Mr. Li did not reprimand her, but called her to his office and sighed slightly. Fei Bai often told me that when you were younger, you were so knowledgeable about pharmacology that even he wanted to compete with you. However, your performance today makes me feel that the story of Zhong Yong is not just a joke. Does it mean that a girl who is smart when she is young can only grow up to be a dead fish?
Ah Heng's lips were slightly dry, but she forced a smile, her eyes bright—"Sir, I need to pee, I need to go to the toilet."
"Fine, go ahead. I won't make things difficult for you in class anymore." Mr. Li sighed deeply, his face growing even uglier, and waved for her to leave.
She felt a tightness in her chest, as if she were hiding something, yet she smiled even more gently when she saw people.
Back in the dorm, I silently dragged a suitcase out from under the bed, then went to the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the toilet for a long time.
He came out still smiling.
The second roommate, being picky, looked at her suitcase and said sarcastically, "What exactly is hidden inside? You've been hiding it for over a year."
The mistress also loves excitement—"That's right, Xiao Liu, what's it really like? Let the older sisters see."
Ah Heng smiled – “This is what I earned from my first job.”
Even the usually quiet Xiao Si looked up from his book, quite intrigued—"What?"
Ah Heng squatted down, put the suitcase back, and said calmly, "Nothing much, just a train ticket, a set of clothes, and a piece of wood carving."
Xiao Wu swung his legs on the bed—"This combination is strange. Tickets, clothes, wood carvings, it's not something your old-fashioned thinking could come up with."
The eldest sister smiled silently—"What did Ah Heng do on her first job?"
Ah Heng gently leaned her back against the cold wall, her eyes crinkling into a smile—"You know, some funeral parlors, right? When the filial sons and grandsons can't cry, they'll ask some people to wear mourning clothes and shed tears. They'll cry for an hour and pay fifty cents. It's so precious. It was my first time attending three funerals in a row."
"Are there that many tears?" they wondered.
Ah Heng said, "So, if I cry until I feel sick, I guess I'll only have laughter left in this life."
She knelt before the coffin of another man's father, crying her heart out. When the coffin was being carried, she clung to it and refused to let anyone lift it. The man's son and grandson awkwardly tried to pull her away.
It's over, hey, it's over.
She let go, and there was bright red stuff between her ten fingers and nails.
Her eyes were swollen into slits, vaguely resembling red paint.
When buying the ticket, the ticket seller took the money and was shocked. "You kid, you've killed someone!"