In the evening, Lin Qingyin returned to the old house of the Hua family, and when he arrived, it was already time to sleep.

The tree is stuffed with a silver bookmark with the emblem of the Canton Provincial Drama Academy.

"Sent by the school, good night young master."

The two were separated at the staircase on the second floor.

The boy's other hand, which hung down at the side of his leg, moved.

Eventually, he pursed his lips and went up to the third floor with a calm face.

The night outside the window was quiet, and the young man silently looked at the bookmark in his hand in front of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

After that, Lin Qingyin lived in the school.

Sister Zhai arranged a lot of notices for her, and she would either go to class or work in the future.

When he is free, Lin Qingyin will visit Mr. Tan, who was arranged by the Hua family, to learn how to play the flesh and blood of a role.

But according to the script agreed with the flower, she needs to talk to the flowery tree on the phone occasionally.

The flower tree is responsible for letting the old owner of the flower family see it "unintentionally" from time to time.

It has always been Lin Qingyin who is looking for topics.

Lin Qingyin's face was expressionless, but her tone also contained a hint of admiration, and she had to let Hua Cishu know that she liked to be careful.

Lin Qingyin yawned silently, opened the book, and began to read the textbook.

She couldn't talk much to the rhetorical tree.

The consensus between the two is that they are just trading partners as a last resort.

So in order to make up for the time, the rest of the words are all scripts or textbooks.

The opposite flower tree will respond a few times, and occasionally show a few smiles in front of the old flower master.

Or a quick shyness, showing a tendency to be gradually attacked.

Lin Qingyin read a large paragraph of text, but there was no response for a long time.

Lin Qingyin took a sip of water and stopped reading.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and the young man's voice sounded: "You go back to Hua's house tomorrow morning." ”

"I've got something."

"Are you sure you won't go back? Zhu Yan. ”

The voice of the flower tree was clear and cold.

Lin Qingyin looked up at the moon in the night sky outside the window, bright and cold, indifferent and high.

"Got it, I'll go back."

Lin Qingyin's voice couldn't hear any emotion.

In the old house of the Hua family, the flower tree opened his lips slightly, and wanted to say something, but he heard the sound of the phone being hung up by the other side.

His clean and pure black eyelashes blinked, and the flower tree looked at the news on the computer with a cold expression.

Li Yuan will give a lecture on Saturday at his alma mater, the Guangzhou Provincial Academy of Drama.

The boy looked at the appearance of the man in the picture and pursed his lips slightly.

On Saturday, Lin Qingyin returned to the old house of the Hua family.

The old master of the flower family was watching a game of chess in the living room, and Lin Qingyin sat down to play chess with the old master of the flower family.

"One paper has already been submitted."

The old master of the flower family smiled faintly: "With Ah Qi, what you want is not all yours?" ”

"Oh, too."

Lin Qingyin agreed, but was glared at by the old master of the Hua family.

The flower tree waited in the room for several hours.

He went downstairs to ask the maid, but was told by the maid that Lin Qingyin had arrived two hours ago.

She played chess with the old flower master and laughed with the gardener, but she ...... Didn't look for him.

Lin Qingyin was working on the second paper in the room.

The door was pushed open directly, and the young man stood outside the door with a calm expression.

His lips were straight, his eyes blinked, and he felt a sense of grievance inexplicably.

Lin Qingyin raised his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his beautiful eyes, and then returned to Wubo.

Hua Cishu suddenly felt a trace of grievance.

"Your words don't count."

The girl wondered.

The boy walked up to her step by step: "You said you would let me see you." ”

Actually, I unconsciously set my sights on you a little earlier.

But your eyes won't be on me.

Lin Qingyin got up: "What is the young master talking about?" ”

Waist,Suddenly hugged.。。

The boy came over with incense.