Qi Yuwei still wants to continue to study at Qi Murong's graduate school next year, so she pays close attention to her movements. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info her exhibitions, her new works, and her lectures. Qi Yuwei saw a notice on the school's BBC forum: Professor Qi Murong was going to Beijing to open an art exhibition recently. The exhibition took place in the Art Museum of the Creative Cultural District, called 798, in a certain district in Beijing. Fine Arts students are welcome to visit and support.

There is also an additional notice: Professor Qi Murong has a two-hour lecture in this exhibition.

Oh my God! This lecture must have summarized Professor Qi Murong's creative experience and experience in the past two years, and it is a rare opportunity to learn. If you want to pass Professor Qi Murong's graduate school, you must be familiar with her creative concept. Qi Yuwei was a little moved.

Time is ticking. Because I didn't care about it during this time, it has been half a month since the notice was issued. The day after tomorrow is the time for the lecture to begin.

Qi Yuwei counted the days. Depart tomorrow at the latest, and after arriving in Beijing, you should contact your accommodation, find a place, and prepare in advance. Let's tell Hua Jin to take a leave.

She looked at the train to Beijing, arranged the travel time to come and go, and then came out of the office and walked to the door of Huajin's office to have a look.

"Is there something wrong?" Hua Jin asked.

"Well, that's the case,...... Qi Yuwei said, "I just received a call that my mother came to Nanting to see me. I want to take her to Beijing for two days. I would like to take three days off. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. Three days. Is that okay?"

Hua Jin looked at her. He felt that the news came a little too quickly. Or rather, he was a little reluctant to be separated for three days.

"Oh, that's right. Since your mother is here, of course you can. But ......," Hua Jin said, "you just went to work, and you haven't gotten your salary yet." The last time I got Boss Lu's signing, the reward hasn't arrived yet. You definitely need money to go out. I'll make a phone call to the property and give you an advance of 10,000 yuan first, is that enough?"

"Well, that's fine. Qi Yuwei said.

Hua Jin asked for the phone number of the property room and said, "Give my assistant an advance of 10,000 yuan, yes." Qi Yuwei. Also, get her a gift. ”

Hua Jin hung up the phone and said to Qi Yuwei: "The old man came for the first time, and I asked me to prepare a gift, which is the company's heart." Is three days enough? If you go once, you can play for two more days. ”

"Enough, enough! Thank you, Mr. Hua. Qi Yuwei nodded and walked out happily.

Qi Yuwei walked out of the gate of TL Group Company, and for the first time she found that the sun outside was very bright. It was the happiest day since arriving at this new unit.

……

"Painting girl, is that you?" Qi Yuwei suddenly heard someone call her.

The one who can call her by this word must be her classmates in junior high school and high school! Qi Yuwei was a little surprised and looked back.

A man over there, majestically standing, pointing to one leg, standing so high-spirited.

"It's you!" Qi Yuwei recognized that it was the gangster from the school in high school, their village partner, called Xie Jun.

Xie Jun is the leader of the school's gangsters. But he never bullied Qi Yuwei. He grew up in the village, and all he saw was Qi Yuwei being bullied, and seeing Qi Yuwei grow up with humiliation in that family. He likes to fight unevenly, so when he saw Qi Yuwei, he said:

"Painting girl, who bullied you!

"Do you like that girl?" joked the other thugs.

Xie Jun's slender little eyes were very bright, and he looked at Qi Yuwei, "Why do you like it? This is not the type I like." I can't get used to seeing her being bullied. ”

Of course, the army is telling lies. He likes Qi Yuwei who doesn't know. But Qi Yuwei is a flower of the school, she is too good, and she paints well. What will the army do? He knew he didn't deserve it. I can only like it so much.

Qi Yuwei sometimes holds a pen and paper and sits by the woods at the head of the village to draw. Her brushes are too dexterous, the white clouds in the sky, the weeping willows on the river embankment, and the smoke clouds that are basically invisible, the sunset, this girl is too dexterous.

He could only take a dead branch and pretend to walk by Qi Yuwei's side.

"Are you still drawing?" he shouted.

"Yes. It's okay today. ”

"How about drawing me?" Xie Jun asked.