Lan Yiyi also came out and said a few words, so that Grandpa Lan could go back with confidence. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Grandpa Lan left, Lan Yiyi continued to go back to the room to write, fortunately it was summer, and he didn't feel very cold at night, even if he was in the room for a year, he was afraid.

After taking a shower, Qin Hua accompanied Lan Yiyi with a plate of fruits.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" Qin Hua took a bite of the apple, saw the new word written by Lan Yiyi, and praised: "The progress is quite fast, this is very good-looking." ”

Lan Yiyi's writing is its own style, although it is very different from what her uncle wrote, but it looks very comfortable, she suddenly understood why her uncle didn't teach Lan Yiyi anything and let her write, only in this way can she find her own personality.

Although Qin's characters are good-looking, they are very individual, and the fundamental reason is that they have been solidified by Sun Songyan since he was a child, and he should have understood this truth a long time ago before arranging it like this.

Lan Yiyi also felt that he had improved a little, at least much better than the first one he had just written.

"But it's still not like it,"

Qin Hua took one and held it up to look at it, "It's just not like it, this is your own style, I don't have a style if I want a style." She put the paper back on the table, "Is your name Lan Yiyi, I just heard your grandfather call you that." ”

Lan Yiyi continued to write, "Yes, one, two, three, four, one." ”

"Oh, my name is Qin Hua. ”

Lan Yiyi was very serious when she wrote, so she often couldn't hear what Qin Hua said, and sometimes she had to say a sentence several times before she could react.

In the second half of the night, Qin Hua fell asleep directly on the table, and Lan Yiyi found a dress to cover her, so that she was embarrassed to spend the night with her.

She looked at the paper on the floor, and there was a little left, but she couldn't count how many.

I didn't turn on my phone this day, and there must have been a lot of people looking for her, and I wanted to take out my phone to take a look, but in the end I held back, afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop playing, and she wouldn't be able to finish writing when it dawned.

The phone was no longer playing, but my eyes were very tired, and I couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Sun Songyan came in and covered Lan Yiyi and Qin Hua with a blanket, and sighed as he looked at the lonely moonlight outside the window.

Xiaolin, how are you doing in heaven?

You see, I'm not alone at all now, and I have a lot of people with me.

Sun Songyan didn't know how long he looked outside like this, until the wind blew in, making him feel a little cool, and he remembered that it was time to sleep.

When I left, I saw the last word written by Lan Yiyi, so I couldn't help but pick it up and look at it, then fold it up and take it away.

This girl still has some talent.

At dawn the next day, Lan Yiyi woke up in shock, and fell asleep yesterday while writing, and there were still more than a dozen pieces of paper on the ground that had not been written.

She hurriedly wrote hard, and when Sun Songyan came in again, she just finished writing the last one.

Qin Hua stretched his waist, yawned and said, "Good morning." ”

Sun Songyan looked at the paper all over the floor, his face was displeased, "Clean up here and come out to eat." ”

Lan Yiyi immediately squatted down and folded the papers on the ground one by one and cleaned them up, these were all her hard work for a day and a night, and she wanted to stay as a souvenir.

After washing, the three of them gathered around the table for breakfast.

Sun Songyan's home is very simple, and the place to eat is also very simple, and there are not even chairs, so Qin Hua and Lan Yiyi eat standing up.

After eating, Sun Songyan began to teach the two to paint.

Lan Yiyi wrote so many words yesterday, and today his wrist hurts, and it hurts when he moves.

But she didn't dare to say it, even if she did, Sun Songyan wouldn't feel sorry for her.

I will definitely come to a sentence, and if I can't stand it, I'll go back.

Lan Yiyi can already vividly reproduce the picture in his brain.

So let's bear with it.

In the morning, she learned the basic skills in the morning, and in the afternoon, Sun Songyan asked her to go back.

On the way, she dared to take out her phone.

As soon as I opened it, it was all news, but it was just the few people I often contacted.

One of them was calling from an unknown number, and I couldn't guess who it was and didn't want to call back.

Liu Yun posted a statement, saying that the results will be released tomorrow, so nervous.

Lan looked at the date one by one, and it was really, she almost forgot it.

The next day, the newspaper came out, but what she didn't expect was that she actually saw her name on the front page.

No. 1 in the province, which is a bit of a big fuss.

This news soon spread throughout the village, and the director of No. 1 Middle School came to the door several times and said that Lan Yiyi must go to their school one by one, and promised to be free of charge.

Such an opportunity was very tempting, and Grandma Lan and Grandpa Lan basically agreed. But Lan Yiyi refused.

She is going to Beijing, and no one can change his determination.

Later, a reporter came to interview her and asked why she was reluctant to go to No. 1 Middle School, and she answered truthfully: "Because my dream is to go to high school in Beijing." ”

This sentence was recorded by Qi Yue, at least in his opinion, Lan Yiyi went to Beijing for him.

The news reached Beijing, and some high schools in Beijing threw olive branches to Lan Yiyi one by one.

As long as the school wants its own school to have excellent students, let Lan Yiyi come one by one, that is the guarantee of the admission rate and famous universities.

What Lan Yiyi didn't expect was that because of her words, there would be such a big influence, and among these schools, there was still a hope for high school.

God really helped her.

When he received a call from the director of Hope High School, Lan Yiyi was very excited all day.

I couldn't help but giggle when I was painting with Qin Hua.

Qin Hua only knew that Lan Yiyi was so powerful in the past few days, and at first he regarded her as a little sister, but later he was a little in awe, and after getting along for a few days, he felt that she was still a little sister.

"What's the matter, laughing so happily?" Qin Hua whispered, worried that Sun Songyan would hear it.

Lan Yiyi looked at Sun Songyan for a moment, and then replied cautiously: "I was admitted to the school in Beijing, and said that as long as I can guarantee the top three grades in the school every semester, I will not be charged tuition." ”

"So good?" Qin Hua's painting was almost finished, and she added the last color, "Why did you think of going so far to Beijing, isn't it good to be in No. 1 Middle School?"

"It's been a dream I've always had. Lan Yiyi's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"Are you idle, do you still have the kung fu to chat?" Sun Songyan said sharply, "I can draw another 10 paintings before I can rest." ”

Yes?

The two of them cried out complainingly, the 5 pairs that were punished just now haven't been drawn, and 10 pairs?

Anyway, it's hard, but it's also fun.

Lan Yiyi likes this feeling very much.

It's fulfilling.

A month and a half later, Lan Yiyi's characters and Chinese painting have made a qualitative leap, and people who have won many awards for Qin painting think that Lan Yiyi is a genius.

That afternoon, after Lan Yiyi finished painting the last work, he said goodbye to Sun Songyan.

She was going to Beijing to go to school, so she had to leave half a month in advance to make arrangements.

(To be continued.) )