Qi Yan returned to the room, tidied up his clothes, and then began to text people he knew one by one to tell them his mobile phone number. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are not many people who come to think about it.

Zhou Jun, the principal of University B, doesn't know if he is still the principal now.

Grandpa Wu of Huake University should be retiring.

Director Maori should still be busy filming now.

Zhang An of Huaxia Conservatory of Music is mainly to contact Zhou Lansheng.

A securities company broker, think about it, almost forget about yourself.

Aunt Liu of Huake University should have a chance to meet in the future.

The head teacher of the junior high school, Professor Wang Gui of the German Department of Hua University of Science and Technology, Professor Huang Min of the Japanese Department of Hua University of Science and Technology, and Officer Liu of H City, although they may not have an intersection in the future, they still saved the phone and did not send a message to bother.

The text message was sent out and there was a response quickly, and Qi Yan began to sleep with his head covered as soon as he chatted about it, I hope it won't be so hot this summer.

During the rest of the holidays, Qi Yan stayed at home and raised piglets at home every day.

Although there is no Internet at home, Qi Yan still opened a new book, planning to save it first, and then post it on the website when he has time.

Grandma's family inevitably has to stay for a few days, several cousins and cousins are gone, and they all go to their parents for reunion during the holidays, and there are only two old people left in the family, Qi Yan and Qi Xiaoxiao can just accompany them. When you leave, you can't avoid some retention.

Of course, I can't forget Wang Ning, the two little girls made a noise when they met, and they were reluctant to leave.

During this period, I went to the city twice, once to buy books, and anyway, I bought a bunch of books to read when I was at home, and I also bought a stack of sketch paper and photo frames of different sizes.

Then there are several sketches in each room of the house, either one or several people, or on the table, or hanging on the wall. In the living room, there is a framed family portrait that Qi Yan took a week to paint.

Once when she was about to start school, she went to buy a set of sunscreen skin care products, and she inevitably had to go through military training when she entered high school, which was a must-have.

Qi Yan looked at the two sets of hardcover books on the bed, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. These are the two sets of her current five works that she specially contacted her editor and asked her to help her customize. One is to be placed on the bookshelf as a souvenir, and the other is to be sent to the little brother in City B, I hope he will like it.

Qi Yan carefully signed six words on each book, giving it to the little brother, by Qi Yan.

There was also a sketch sent along with the five books, which was Qi Yan, the little brother, and a guitar.

The little brother stood with his legs crossed against the gazebo behind his back, holding a big guitar in his right hand, while Qi Yan hid behind the guitar and exposed half of his body. On the book, commemorating the summer of '06. Then I took a picture frame and framed it.

Along with the books and paintings was a letter, a letter to my brother.

In the end, Qi Yan, who had been at home for more than half a month, came to the High School Affiliated to Huake University under the advice of his grandparents, the nagging of his mother, and the escort of his father.

Before leaving, Qi Yan's family held a family meeting together, which was nothing more than asking Qi Yan to take good care of himself and call back often. And then there's the trifles.

"Dad, Mom, if there is something at home that can't be solved, you must call me, although I am far away, I can help you come up with ideas." Qi Yan finally told him uneasily.

"Alright, you're going to worry more than I do." Qi's mother quipped.

"Mom~" Qi Yan shouted coquettishly.

"Well, I know, there will be something that will definitely let our little princess know." Father Qi smiled and was not serious at all.