Mingke was amused by Amy's small gesture, and walked over pretending not to care.

Amy covered the bamboo tightly and her face was embarrassed.

She always wants to do her best in front of Mingke, and this must not be shown to him.

Niuniu was young and didn't notice anything wrong at all, and said to Mingke with a smile:

"My sister is very good at drawing, and my aunt only taught her once."

Amy glared at Niu Niu lightly, didn't she want to be praised at all at this time?

But Mingke was still very cooperative with Niuniu, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Yes, then I want to take a good look and study hard with your sister Xiaomi."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Amy, and Amy's eyes dodged around and didn't look at him.

"It's nothing to look at, or my aunt draws the best, mine can't do it, you don't have to study."

It was rare for Mingmu to see Mingke so lively, and she knew that this was the fun of their young age, so she had secretly left before Amy said this.

Amy was frightened by Mingke and was bent on hiding the painting, so she only noticed that Mingmu was no longer here.

"I—I suddenly remembered that I had something to do, so I'll go first."

Unable to find a savior, Amy ran away with the book with the bamboo drawing, and was dragged by Mingke and Niuniu one by one.

"Sister, where are you going, we still have two books that we haven't painted."

"Yes, Mr. Xiaomi, I haven't learned to draw with you yet."

Mingke deliberately learned Niuniu's tone, and her low and doting tone made the tips of Amy's ears red.

"I can't draw, I have to learn to find an aunt to learn."

Amy said awkwardly, still holding her bamboo painting tightly in her hand.

"And Niuniu, my sister is so good to you, why are you partnering with Mingke to bully me?"

Niu Niu blinked, looked at Amy, and then at Mingke, not understanding what Amy meant by this.

But she still stood in front of Amy with her arms outstretched.

"Brother is not allowed to bully my sister, otherwise I will never play with you again."

Although she doesn't know where Mingke bullied Amy, as long as Amy said it, it must be right, and she has to protect Amy.

Mingke raised an eyebrow.

"You are loyal, is my brother usually not good to you?"

"I ......"

Niu Niu bit her lip.

"My brother is good to me, but no matter how good I am, I can't bully my sister, otherwise I will fight with you."

Mingke and Amy were stunned by this, but they didn't expect that it was just a joke, but Niuniu, this kid was so serious.

Amy's heart was so warm that she grabbed Niuniu's shoulders from behind.

"Thank you Niuniu, Niuniu is so good to me."

Niu Niu grinned widely.

"Because you are Niuniu's own sister, my sister should be very good to my sister."

Her words reminded Amy of what her mother said.

Because she is Ai Qianqian's sister, she must unconditionally give everything to Ai Qianjian, regardless of whether she needs them too much.

With the comparison, Amy felt that Niuniu was even more cute, and picked her up and spun her around, while Mingke was just left aside and became invisible.

"Poof."

He chuckled, glad he had met them.

Amy and Niu Niu have fun and forget about her bamboo paintings.

When I was tired of playing and remembered it, the painting was already in Mingke's hand.

"My ......"

Amy suddenly had no love, and glared at Mingke angrily for a while.

"It's well drawn, what's not to see?"

Mingke's slender fingers gently drew an arc in the direction of the bamboo, and Amy's gaze was firmly attracted, and she suddenly had the illusion that Mingke was holding her hand and teaching her to draw.

She shook her head and rubbed her face with her hands.

"Well, it's time to prepare dinner, Niuniu and I will go to see if grandma needs help."

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, why does Mingke always do these things that make her blush and heartbeat today.

Amy led Niuniu away quickly, and Mingke smiled and told her to run slowly.

"Yes, yes."

Amy's body stiffened, and it took a while to react and continue to run to the kitchen with Niuniu in her arms.

Mingke is really ......

She couldn't find the words to describe him for a moment.

Let's call him a demon, he looks more serious than anyone else, say he's serious, but from time to time he says something like that, which makes her uneasy.

Amy's heartbeat only returned to normal after helping Grandma Wang wash a pot of vegetables, but she went out and pretended to bump into Mingke.

Mingke didn't come to the kitchen, he took a fine brush and sat not far from the jujube tree, looking like he was drawing.

Amy was afraid that he would tease herself and want to get out of the way, but she couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and finally walked behind him on tiptoe.

Mingke is indeed painting, but he is not painting a jujube tree.

There were only a few strokes on Ai Cyan's paper, and although it was not finished, Amy still recognized it at a glance, it was her.

What did Mingke draw her for?

Amy's face burned again.

Mingke, on the other hand, painted so carefully that she didn't notice Amy's arrival at all.

After carefully sketching Amy's general figure, he patiently and carefully drew her facial features.

Amy couldn't see his face, but she could feel how serious he was now.

This time, probably because she knew that Mingke didn't know that she was coming, she didn't feel ashamed, but felt very warm in her heart.

It feels so good to be put on the tip of her heart by such an excellent person, and the feeling of being held in the palm of her hand fascinates her even more.

The two of them sat and stood like this until Grandma Wang called them to eat in the kitchen.

Mingke didn't move, he finished the last stroke before standing up.

Amy wanted to run at this time, but it was too late, so she could only pretend to call him.

"Well, grandma told us to eat."

Mingke glanced at her in surprise,

"You've been here watching me draw?"

"I ......"

Amy wanted to deny it, but she couldn't lie under Mingke's gaze, so she had to nod.

"That, it's a good drawing, have you learned it before?"

Mingke smiled and shook his head.

"It's just that I occasionally secretly take a branch and scribble on the ground, and today I am interested in watching you draw, so try it."

I didn't expect it to be bad.

Mingke handed the finished painting to Amy.

The person above was dressed in a skirt, and the hem of the skirt flew slightly back in the breeze, and his hair was also flying in the air.

Amy in the painting has a light smile on her face, wanton and chic, bright and generous.

Amy's heart was slightly touched, and she didn't refuse, so she put the painting away.

As she walked from the date tree to the dining room, Amy suddenly thought of something professional.

"What do you want to choose?"

"Physics."

Mingke didn't hesitate at all, this answer had been in his heart for a long, long time.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know that this dream would really come true one day.

Amy nodded.

This was to be expected.

Now is the time for the country to be rebuilt, and the country needs people like scientists who can contribute to the country.

Because of this, many students will choose to study science, and everyone defaults to studying science to have a way out.

"What about you?"

Mingke rarely heard Amy talk about this, but now she was a little curious.

"I mentioned it to you once before, news."

Mingke was silent for a moment.

"I thought you were just joking."

He didn't know much about journalism, and most students don't choose it now.

Amy laughs, "Actually, I think I'm joking myself. ”

The future of the news is uncertain right now.

But Amy studied journalism when she was in college, and she loved it.

It's just that now she chooses this major not to engage in related work in the future, but to use the skills and knowledge she has learned in this major as a boost for her future career.

In fact, once reborn, Amy has countless ways to make her live a rich and happy life without doing anything.

But she felt that it would be too much of a waste of this precious opportunity, so she wanted to try to do more and bigger things to contribute to the country.

It's just that Amy doesn't plan to talk too much about these things with Mingke now, because she only has a general direction for the time being, and she will learn more about it later.

"If you like it."

Mingke knew that Amy was not a random choice, and knew that she must have her plan for studying this major.

It's just that now she didn't say anything, so naturally he didn't ask much.

The two have always had a tacit understanding and never let each other feel tired or uncomfortable getting along.

They talked and walked back to dinner, and the family talked about the interesting things that happened today.

The next day, Amy had eaten and thought about whether to report for duty.

"You can go today, I heard from a friend I know that there is something going on over there and it is impossible to come to the university gate to make trouble, don't worry."

"Something's wrong?"

Amy was confused, but then waved her hand.

"If it doesn't have anything to do with Elaine, I don't care about anything else."

Paying attention to those people only makes her mood worse and wastes her precious time.

"Don't worry, it's not Elaine's business."

Mingke didn't tell Amy about Wansan, but went to the school with her to report with the materials.

Sure enough, just like Amy thought, there were a lot of students studying physics, and they all lined up in a long line.

There are also some students who have not yet figured out what to do in the future, and they just look at which side there are more people to run towards, resulting in even more crowded places.

On the news side, it's the complete opposite, and I don't see anyone reporting it at all.

Amy sighed, a little worried about whether this major would not be opened this year because of the lack of majors.

"Are you going to major in journalism?"

The teacher in charge of registration saw someone coming, and his eyes lit up.

From the beginning of the registration to the present, only two or three students have come to report, and some have come over and been pulled away by their companions, saying that this will not be useful in the future.

He was so anxious to go back yesterday that his mouth was foaming, and he was afraid that the number of professionals was not enough to really open the class.

Fortunately, Amy didn't say that she was just passing by, but handed over the materials in her hand.

"Yes, I'm majoring in journalism."