The tombstone of Qianzi is in the best position in the cemetery.

When she was in her sixties, she planned for a rainy day and bought herself a cemetery.

I didn't expect it to take nearly 40 years to use it, but it experienced a rapid economic rise in the middle, housing prices rose by leaps and bounds, and at the same time, it also drove the price of cemeteries up.

Her cemetery can now be said to be as much as a house in the city center.

Yan Weiran leaned over to deliver flowers, and placed the sacrifices he brought, "Teacher, I brought a beautiful man to see you." ”

The beautiful man was lying in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo on the tombstone with round eyes, sticking out his tongue, and looking back at Shen Qianzi.

It's like figuring out what's going on.

Shen Qianzi coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, and her eyes looked to the side.

John put down the flowers and looked at the photo on the tombstone, "Teacher, I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a way, I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

Qianzi is not only his teacher, but also his benefactor, and he will be where he is today, thanks to Qianzi.

She was his mentor.

Maybe it was because Shen Qianzi, an 'outsider', was present, or maybe they were not good at expressing their feelings in words, and the two of them just stood silently in front of the tombstone for half an hour.

"Let's go back!"

Shen Qianzi looked at the person on the tombstone with glint eyes, it was obviously a face that he had been looking at every day in his previous life, but when he looked at it today, he looked like an unfamiliar face.

It's like a dividing line, separating the past life from the present life.

Everything in her previous life has nothing to do with her, she is just Shen Qianzi.

……

In the car, Yan Weiran took out his mobile phone to check the data.

"This Youth Creation Cup Competition is supported by the Art Association, and the gold content is relatively high, so there are many authors who have signed up, and now 200,000 people have signed up."

John thought for a moment, "The deadline is when the number of applicants reaches one million. ”

"I'll talk about it at the next meeting."

Shen Qianzi heard the conversation between the two people, her ears pricked up, and she turned her head to look at the two people in the back seat, "Are you discussing the International Youth Creation Cup Competition?" ”

When she browsed the registration form, she knew that it was organized by someone from the Art Association, but she didn't expect John to participate as well.

"That's right!" John looked at Shen Qianzi's sparkling eyes, thinking she was interested, "Do you want to sign up too?" ”

"I ......"

She has already signed up.

Before the words came out, Yan Weiran wrinkled her eyebrows and glanced at her, "You also want to participate in the art competition?" ”

The tone is as disgusting as it gets.

Shen Qianzi raised her eyebrows, "Can't I?" ”

"Children, you still honestly learn piano from Master Nia, and then prepare for the college entrance examination, don't have a stick in the east and a hammer in the west, and you won't be able to get anywhere in the end."

Shen Qianzi wears many hats, and he feels that his head is big just by looking at it.

Now I still want to get involved in art, save it!

Shen Qianzi narrowed her eyes, "Are you looking down on people?" ”

Yan Weiran hurriedly explained: "I don't dare to look down on you, I'm telling the truth." ”

Shen Qianzi tugged at her lips, too lazy to mess with him.

She wants to compete, but no one can control her!

……

Yan Weiran sent John back to the hotel to rest first.

After a day of tossing, he was visibly tired.

Gu Mo was working overtime in the hospital today, and Yan Weiran asked, "Do you want to eat outside and go back?" ”

"You're in for a treat."

Yan Weiran dropped a black line on her forehead, "I'm not going to let a little girl invite me to dinner." ”