chapter 32

Shen Xinyu flew to Hong Kong a week later, and before leaving, she expected Ai Aidi not to give up: "Brother, are you on National Day holiday, do you want to go home?" โ€

Shen Feibai did not give a specific response: "Not necessarily, I will call you when I go back." โ€

She nodded "mm-hmm", didn't hold back, and muttered in a low voice: "Don't just remember to call your parents, grandpa has to care about it occasionally." I always say that you let me greet you on my behalf, and grandpa may not believe it in the future. โ€

Mom and Dad, referring to Aunt Lin and his wife.

She painstakingly reconciled between the old man and him, Shen Feibai knew it in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Shen Xinyu pursed his lips complainingly, and swallowed the other words on his lips back into his stomach.

Zhou Jiyou's summer classes are relatively full, and there are classes to attend every day.

In addition, several people also contacted her privately to open a small stove, some to cope with the next year's art exam, and some just to cultivate artistic sentiments.

Of course, you want to earn money, but you don't have to make it. After being admitted to graduate school, she had much more money than before, and she focused more on her studies and finances, as long as she spent some money.

That night, they kissed on the open-air viewing platform as if no one was around, and this moment, reserved or subtle, was left behind, but she remembered, remembered very well, that her hand on his chin accidentally touched his ear, so hot, so hot that it seemed to melt her fingers.

Thinking of this, she sat in the classroom of the Lingfeng Graduate School Entrance Examination Institute, and couldn't help but snort softly from her nose, the corners of her mouth pursed in an arc, laughing.

The students closest to the bottom heard and saw each other, and passed glances to each other, one by one, into Li Xingkai's eyes.

He still had the thorn in his heart when he was sketching in Guta Park, and cleared his throat in a weird way: "Teacher Xiao Zhou, what are you laughing at?" You might as well say it, and let the big of us follow Lele together. โ€

Everyone is accustomed to it, knowing that he is both jealous and unconvinced of Zhou Jiyou, and hiding a knife in his smile is commonplace.

Those who concentrate on painting are still concentrating on painting, and those who are absent-minded are all in good spirits to watch the excitement.

Zhou Jiyou was rarely stunned by his question. She had a smile, and she was completely unaware of it.

"The weather forecast says the day after tomorrow is good, and it will be a good sunny day."

A group of people couldn't understand it, and sighed that Teacher Xiao Zhou's laughter was really strange.

Li Xingkai was about to sneer, but after Zhou Jiyou paused for two seconds, he followed up again: "After resting for so long, it's time for us to go out and sketch again." โ€

No one in the whole classroom was in the mood to paint, and a girl's head shook like a rattle: "Don't, didn't you say that you can't go out on a hot day?" โ€

Zhou Jiyou asked: "When did you say yes?" โ€

A male student preemptively said, "You won't forget the day you sketched in Guta Park, right?" โ€

Zhou Jiyou thoughtfully, looked around, and asked, "Do you all remember what I said that day?" โ€

Some people nodded, and some complained: "Your memory is too bad." โ€

Zhou Jiyou stared straight at Li Xingkai in the corner, full of deep meaning: "Of course I remember what I said, but it seems that someone has really forgotten everything." โ€

Everyone followed her and turned their heads to look, Li Xingkai glared them back one by one: "Look at what I'm doing, haven't you seen a handsome guy?" โ€

"Hush." The sighs came and went.

Li Xingkai was so terried that his face was red and his neck was thick, and his resentment towards Zhou Jiyou escalated.

When I returned to the lounge after class, the room was empty and there was no one in sight.

Zhou Jiyou poured a cup of hot water and put it on the table to dry, and casually flipped through the stack of admissions posters placed next to him.

Although it is a postgraduate examination institution, it also expands the enrollment of freshmen and sophomores within CAFA. These printed posters were used to post school publicity before the start of the school year.

The poster had only been printed for a short time, and there was a loss of heat, and a loss of bad smell.

Jing Qiao pushed the door into the house, saw her, and said with a disgusted face: "What about the people who filled the house just now, guess where they have gone now." โ€

Zhou Jiyou cooperated with her, lifted the corner of his eyes and asked, "Where did you go?" โ€

"Running in front of Senior Brother Zhou, the set is almost gone." Jing Qiao bent down to her ear, "You didn't see Feng Shilan's courteous appearance, I can't wait to stick to others." โ€

Zhou Jiyou was slightly surprised: "Zhou Qiyang? โ€

Jing Qiao said, "No, it's in Senior Brother Liang's office." Isn't school about to start, he brought a lot of restaurant coupons over, and asked Senior Brother Liang to use them as gifts when he promoted Ling Feng. โ€

Zhou Jiyou smiled: "Supporting publicity, it's good." โ€

Jing Qiao unscrewed the half-bottle of drink that was already uncooled, took two sips, held the bottle and said, "He also mentioned you." โ€

Zhou Jiyou's eyes turned, Jing Qiao looked at her, and said, "He asked me where you were, and I said you were in class." โ€

She didn't react.

Jing Qiao thought of something and said: "I think Feng Shilan has taken a fancy to him." To be honest, Senior Brother Zhou is not bad, if there is really no assets at home, can he start his own business? I heard that Ling Feng's working capital when he first started was basically paid by him alone, saying that he was a partner, and Senior Brother Liang just followed suit. โ€

She is not interested, only listens and does not express any opinions.

Outside the hallway, there was a sudden series of footsteps, and the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

Jing Qiao's brain was running fast, and the topic was seamless: "Eh, my cousin said that you would like to have a meal with that person in your family, when will you be free?" โ€

Zhou Jiyou was stunned: "Your cousin? โ€

"Yes, she has been interning at CCTV for almost a month. Thanks to the reliable news of your family, just in time for the vacant seat, the person was lucky again, and he went โ–กโ–ก in Shun. โ€

Feng Shilan came back with a few people, heard the conversation, and stepped forward with a slight smile, "What cousin, CCTV, what are you talking about?" โ€

Jing Qiao smiled: "Senior sister, my cousin is now working as a news gathering and editor on CCTV, which is to collect some people's livelihood reports and the like, if there is any street interview in the future, if you want to be on CCTV news, I will ask her to contact you." โ€

Feng Shilan stared at her, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Come on, you, I don't want to be on the news." Eyes turned to Zhou Jiyou, "There have always been people in the school who say that you have a childhood boyfriend, is it the one Xiao Jing just mentioned?" โ€

Feng Shilan was not in CAFA as an undergraduate, and Shen Feibai often went to the school studio to find Zhou Jiyou for the first four years, but the rumors that Zhou Jiyou had a boyfriend never stopped. There are still people trying to chase her, but they can't catch her, no matter whether the rumors are true or not, they can't catch her.

In the past, when people asked her about her boyfriend in person, her reaction was always cold: What does it matter to you?

Now, Feng Shilan asked, she picked up the water glass, her lips approached the mouth of the cup to blow the hot air, her attitude was also very indifferent, but her tone was soft: "Well, it's him." โ€

Jing Qiao was silently dumbfounded on the side, this is ...... What's the situation again?

***

Zhou Jiyou, who had a situation with someone, roasted eggplant in the microwave oven at home at night, and when he was preparing the sauce, he used his memory to add a spoonful to the east and a spoonful to the west, and finally lowered his head to smell it, feeling that the taste was not right.

She casually dialed out a phone call, and after connecting, she asked straight to the point: "When you roast eggplant, what else do you put in minced garlic, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, pepper powder, cumin powder?" โ€

Maybe she didn't expect her to call him to ask this, but the other head was silent, as if laughing softly: "Want to eat roasted eggplant?" โ€

She wanted to roll her eyes, but held back: "I want to eat, but aren't you busy with work, and you can't come and cook it for me." โ€

There was silence again.

She pinched a small iron spoon and stirred it in the glass bowl, and pressed the corners of her mouth down: "You are always dumb at every turn, and you are not annoying." โ€

Shen Feibai was over there, walking from the backstage of a studio to the corridor outside, he was summoned to wait for a person, who was still engrossed in the studio and couldn't pull away for the time being.

He suddenly wanted to rush back to her non-stop, hand in hand, refine each seasoning to a few spoonfuls and grams, and show her little by little.

"Tempeh oil." He suppressed the impulse in his heart, and his voice was low.

Zhou Jiyou didn't bother to care about his unprovoked dumb behavior just now, opened the cupboard, and tiptoed to look for it. I found it, and lifted the lid with one hand, it was too tight to be opened. I had to clinch my phone over my shoulder, tilt my head, and use both hands at the same time.

"How many spoonfuls?"

"Two spoonfuls." He said, and quickly added, "The kind of porcelain spoon that comes with the bowl." โ€

"I know, long-winded." She was busy with her hands, and she didn't think about what she said.

The smile on Shen Feibai's face couldn't be suppressed, and his slightly drooping gaze turned slightly to a small angle, a little helpless: "Xiaoyou." โ€

It almost became a reflex, and as soon as he called her name, her heart beat fast.

Whenever he wanted to say something, he would call her softly. That's true when he says, "Give me a chance," and it's the same when he says, "You know you're teasing."

She crooked her neck and clamped her phone, feeling a tendon on her side straighten.

He muttered, "Am I dumb or verbose?" โ€

"......" eyes widened in an instant, and the cranial nerves were pounding suddenly.

Crunch โ€“

"Ahh She gasped and let out a soft exhale.

Shen Fei's heart tightened: "What's wrong?" โ€

Zhou Jiyou took the phone off his shoulder, endured the pain, and complained: "My neck is twisted......"

Shen Feibai: "......"

Closing the line, he turned around and planned to walk back to the studio. The recording of the show just ended, and the staff came out of it one after another, and the people he was waiting for were also among them, talking to a choreographer as they walked, and their hands kept gesturing in front.

He waited in place until the other party looked up and noticed him, and he bowed his head slightly, which was regarded as a greeting to indicate that he was coming.

The other party continued to talk to the choreographer again, and then walked towards him.

"Wait a minute, I didn't expect something to go wrong during the recording and broadcasting process, delaying your time." The other party didn't wait for him to speak, put his hand on his shoulder, and pushed him out, "Come on, come on, let's talk here." โ€

Shen Feibai wanted to speak and stopped, and tacitly cooperated.

The two of them stood at a corner of the hallway.

"Jiangshan calls you Xiaobai, and I won't be polite to you, so I'll call you Xiaobai too."

Shen Feibai's eyes were moist: "Teacher Lei is casual." โ€

Lei An didn't go around in circles and went straight to the topic: "Did Jiangshan tell you that the sample film of "Today's Focus" has been reviewed?" โ€

Shen Feibai said honestly: "Yes." โ€

Ryan stared at him, "What do you think?" โ€

Jiang Shan not only said everything a long time ago, Lei An talked to him, before he came over, Jiang Shan also pointed at his nose viciously and warned that the duck in his hand dared to let it fly, and don't tell people that he brought out the soldiers in the future.

He wouldn't let the ducks fly away, and unlike ever before, he needed a successful career and needed to start working on his and her future.

He smiled gently, not arrogant or impatient: "Always on call." โ€

Lei An looked at him lightly, and slowly showed a satisfied smile: "I haven't eaten yet, let's go, let's talk while eating." โ€

He took a step forward, and Shen Feibai looked at him from behind, and paused: "Teacher Lei." โ€

Ryan turned around.

"I have an urgent matter at home that needs to be taken care of. Do you have time tomorrow night, I'm in for a treat. โ€

Lei An was stunned for a moment, but smiled: "Jiangshan said that your kid is sincere, and he is honest, if you have something urgent, you will be waiting for me in a daze." โ€

Shen Fei's white face did not change his color, whether he was honest or stupid, he recognized it.