During the military training, Wang Chengyou had a car and did not have time to come to Jinqiao College. According to his meaning, he booked a hotel for Mo Yan around his school, and Mo Yan lived for half a month, maybe the two of them could have a meal together once in a while.

This extravagant idea was sternly rejected by Mo Yan.

After the transfer exam, Mo Yan came back with N new clothes. Under Li Xinran's curiosity, Mo Yan knew that the clothes that Wang Chengyou bought for her ranged from six or seven hundred to two or three thousand. So many pieces add up, more than enough for a year's tuition, and she was so scared that she wanted to provide clothes.

It was Li Xinran who laughed at her petty family, and she was ruthless and ruthless. The daily loss of an egg is ah.

Mo Yan blamed Wang Chengyou for spending too much money, Wang Chengyou is serious, whether the money is spent more or less, not to see its absolute value, but the ratio. As far as the ratio is concerned, this money is not as expensive as three and a half yuan of cuteness for Mo Yan.

This rich and dazzling, Mo Yan has nothing to refute.

"Yan, in order to save money, will you buy a popsicle for 5 cents a piece instead of buying the cuteness you want to eat?"

"I like to eat saltwater popsicles." Mo Yan replied to the question.

"Anyway, don't worry about money, I'm a man with a fund in my name."

The two of them talked about the same chicken, but they said Mo Yan's "Am I too loser" anxiety.

After the roommates left, Mo Yan went to the library every day as usual. There are a lot of books in the library, so it's one of them to kill time, and it's cool. Every day when I haunt the library, I will inevitably meet the silent classmate Mai.

Speaking of which, I can't help but insert a follow-up question about Talker Mike. After a long time, Mo Yan realized that Mike no longer helped them occupy seats, and even stopped going to the library, so he couldn't help but wonder and asked Li Xinran if he knew what happened to Mike?

I remember that Li Xinran spread his hands very innocently and replied, how do I know!

By chance, Mo Yan bumped into McBenmai in the cafeteria, and asked him why he hadn't been to the library recently, but Michael was blunt, saying that he had fallen out of love. Mo Yan subconsciously asked: With whom?

Mike replied with something she hadn't fully understood for a long time: Why, don't you even know?

It wasn't until after the end of the exam that I accidentally remembered this sentence and felt that it was a big deal. There were many inferences in the idle world, and finally pointed the suspicion at Li Xinran. I can't help but feel more pity for Mike in my heart.

He experienced a crush that ended in nothing, and the crush was unexpectedly unaware. How is it not pitiful?!

Sometimes, Mo Yan wanted to find out Mike's secret love for Li Xinran on a whim, but when he saw Li Xinran's high-ranking goddess appearance, he silently judged the match between Mike and her in appearance, and gave up again.

Unlike before sitting on the public tables and chairs in the atrium to read review materials, Mo Yan, who went to the library after the holidays, basically soaked in the literature museum. Read the Chinese and foreign love masterpieces.

One day, she was reading a book at her desk when suddenly a piece of propaganda paper fell on top of her book.

looked up in amazement, and what caught his eye was an indifferent face. It is dark skin, delicate skin, and a pair of cold eyebrows. Even if he laughs, he can't feel the heat, not to mention that he doesn't like to laugh at all.

"Mr. Mai?" Because he met a Mike first, he changed his name to "Mai Classmate" to the later Mike.

"I think you're boring, try this." Mr. Mai cherishes words like gold.

Mo Yan looked at him with disgust. Which eye did he see that she was bored?

Mai glanced back, and his eyes were full of righteousness. Then, gone.

Mo Yan was going to put the bells and whistles under the press book, but his eyes accidentally aimed at the word "Qingfeng", and he couldn't help but focus on it. At first glance, how incredible!

was so shocked that she couldn't help but send a message to Wenhao immediately, thinking that it was indeed a different company with the same name in the same city. You must know that a month ago, she met Wenhao once, and he never mentioned to her the matter of soliciting design drafts.

The writer can be called a second back.

Wenhao said that this is the essay contest jointly launched by the Qingfeng Interior Design Studio where Mo Yan went to intern and the group headquarters where he is now located.

The reason for such a call for papers is because Sifa Group took a piece of land in Lincang, Yunnan. The natural environment of this land is very good, with mountains and rivers in the background, and 50-year-old tea trees growing on the plot.

Of course, for tea trees, 200 years is considered a big tree, 400 years is considered an ancient tree, and 50 years is only a young age, but it is still a sense of spoiling the scenery when it is torn down and built into a reinforced concrete house that can be seen everywhere.

Eventually, they decided to build an interesting soft building – a tent hotel. In this way, the natural landscape can be preserved to the greatest extent, and the hotel itself can become a heterogeneous selling point, realizing the harmonious coexistence of people, architecture and nature.

Great architecture starts with design. Think of the Sydney Opera House, a seashell-shaped blueprint that was completed by the eyes of the second wave of judges, becoming one of the most distinctive buildings of the 20th century, and in 2007 it was judged by UNESCO as the world's first youngest cultural heritage.

Steel, cement, wood, glass, as long as the design is wonderful, can also achieve classics.

The writer's explanation was calm, and there was not a word of nonsense, and every sentence flowed into Mo Yan's heart.

The imagination of the harmonious coexistence of people, architecture and nature has a feeling that shakes the soul and stimulates enthusiasm. At this time, it was very boring for Mai to read again, and Mo Yan agreed with both hands.

Reading is passive acceptance, where there is active thinking to be free and interesting!

The enthusiasm when designing the Xingcha shop faintly attacked Mo Yan.

"Can I try it?" Mo Yan's blood was boiling.

The writer couldn't ask for it, so he kept his tone very steady to avoid the fright caused by exaggeration, and said in a seductive voice: "Of course." You are an artist. Our project may not reach the heights of the Sydney Opera House, but you can use it as a stepping stone and work hard to become Jon Usson one day. You're so young. ”

Mo Yan hid in the far corner of the library, holding the phone, so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"I also have a little idea about the interior design part, but my status is not suitable for submission, if you don't dislike it, I want to participate in your design discussion."

"Great! I'm worried that I'm too naïve to even take into account the fundamentals. With you involved, I can mess around with my imagination, which is great. ”

Mo Yan's excited voice came, and the writer couldn't be more satisfied.

This call, even if he can't get any brilliant design drafts, he can be regarded as achieving his goal.