Chapter 85: A Wave of Superb Strikes
Tang Zhengqiang carried Tang Qingyin on his back and walked out, his steps were resolute, his back was inexplicably familiar, and he traveled through time, as if he had returned to many years ago.
He carried her over the mountains, saw the sea, walked through every corner of the playground, made a merry-go-round together, had a picnic on the lawn, accompanied her to build a castle out of blocks, and he also took her on horseback.
The father was tall and mighty, and he said that he would be a knight for her life.
And now, just a stone's throw away, the relationship between father and daughter has changed beyond recognition.
"Wait," a sentence blurted out, Tang Zhengqiang looked back at her, Tang Qinghuan asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "I had a car accident on Changying Road three years ago, is it you who saved me?" ”
The hand holding his thigh tightened, and Tang Qingyin smiled silently, I see......
Tang Zhengqiang turned around and continued to walk, and the faint sentence mixed with trembling clearly came into Tang Qinghuan's ears: "It's me." ”
In the past seven years, he knew all about Ding Ruoqiu's persecution of her, and blocked every fatal blow for her, if it weren't for this, how could she be safe so far.
A child who has been pampered for fifteen years will not have a trace of true affection.
No matter how resentful he was, he couldn't watch her being killed.
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On November 20, 2018, the preliminary round of the Huamo Designer Competition kicked off. From now on, all participants will enter a 10-day closed competition state.
Tang Qinghuan and Tang Zhiyuan entered the competition venue with the admission ticket, and the rest of the idlers were not allowed to enter, and Qin Mo, as a family member, watched Tang Qinghuan leave with a black face.
This is the first time they have been separated for a long time since they met, and they have missed each other before they have even separated.
The 500 contestants were taken into their own one-man studios, and as the team came to a stop in front of a tall building, the whistle blew and the raucous crowd quickly fell silent.
"From now on, you will spend ten days in the building behind me, and the number plate that has just been issued is your room number, and from the moment you enter the room, it is forbidden to take a step into the room, and if you violate it, you will be punished as cheating."
Tang Qinghuan glanced at his number plate and sighed...... No. 222, is this the rhythm that makes her two home? What luck.
She lives in 812, the room is about 60 square meters, the layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, modern and simple style, and she spent the next ten days here.
Three meals a day were delivered by the staff on time, and after lunch, a male voice suddenly sounded in the room, which frightened Tang Qinghuan from the bed to the ground.
"The preliminary round of the 6th Huamo Designer Competition------ was officially launched today, and all participants should note that the competition officially started in half an hour, until 2 pm on November 29.
With the theme of "Ancient Style and Modern Charm, Gorgeous Country", the competition requires participants to integrate ancient elements with fashion trends to fully display the 5,000-year-old brilliant culture of China to the society.
All the competition tools will be delivered to the participants' rooms in ten minutes......"
After playing it three times in a row before stopping, Tang Qinghuan noticed that cameras were installed in the four corners of the bedroom, and the sound came from inside.
She sat on the floor with her back to the bed, sketching out the design in her head according to the requirements of the competition.
The previous preparation was not in vain, she had drawn a lot of design drawings these days, most of which were related to the ancient style, and now the first step for her to do was to select the available design drawings and draw them.
Is it ancient and modern?
It just so happens to be what she does best.