Early in the morning, the sunlight shone into the room, Liu Heng woke up in a daze, and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a figure in the room.

He suddenly refreshed himself and turned his head to see that there was an extra painting on the wall.

The woman in the painting has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although it is only an ink hook, but her expression is lifelike.

The more Liu Heng looked at it, the more familiar he felt, and finally came back to his senses, isn't this Zhou Xiaotong.

In the portrait, she is dressed in ancient costume, with tall temples and temples, not to mention, she is quite good-looking.

"Aunt Zhang, who put this painting here?" Liu Heng shouted outside.

The nanny who was cleaning heard the sound and walked in, and said while wiping her hands:

"It was your friend who hung it, and he said it was a thank you for it."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for the sports car."

"What?"

Liu Heng jumped out of bed barefoot, staggered to the window, and the yard was empty.

At this time, Wang Quanquan was driving to school, he was busy until midnight last night, and he got up late, plus this is a suburb, and it is not convenient to take a taxi.

Of course, the above is at most a secondary reason, the main thing is that he wants to experience the envy of others.

It's just that he didn't wait for the head rate to burst the table, the speed of the car did take the lead in exploding, and before he knew it, he had driven to one hundred and fifty kilometers, and Wang Quanquan himself didn't realize it at all, and even wanted to hurry up.

When he arrived at school, he was greeted with the coveted attention ceremony, which was mixed with pointing and sneering.

The news that Wang Quanquan was taken care of by the rich second generation has spread all over the school, and everyone is not envious at all, only admiring his courage.

The Qing is self-purifying, and the king's authority has long been trained in hundreds of years of life to be cheeky, although he himself does not remember, but this indifference in the face of thousands of fingers can not be erased.

Calmly walked into the teaching building, and he started the exam - if it weren't for today's make-up exam, Wang Quanquan wouldn't be in such a hurry.

If you fail the course again this time, you don't need to participate in the internship in the next semester, and you can just choose to retake it.

He went to the head of the department before, hoping that the other party could open up the net when he saw the relationship between the two, and it was best to reveal the exam questions.

Unexpectedly, the old guy became serious, saying that public and private should be clear, he was a serious and responsible teacher, and in the end, Tian shamelessly pulled the king's authority to drink, wasting a day in vain.

Fortunately, Wang Quanquan reviewed carefully enough, answered in half an hour, handed in the paper and walked out of the teaching building, the time was still early, and he planned to go back and continue to sort out the calligraphy and painting.

I was busy last night, just half of the tidying up, looking at the four treasures of the best study, on a whim, I painted two paintings casually, and when I came back to my senses, it was already more than three o'clock.

One of them was prepared for Liu Heng, and now it is hanging in the other party's room, and the other is the person in the depths of his mind, who often appears in dreams, and when he wakes up, he doesn't remember anything.

The painting was still on the second floor, only dressed in a peach-pink shirt, and his face had not been brushed for a long time.

Wang Quanquan got into the car, and suddenly there was a shock around him, he thought it was an illusion, and turned his head to look, many students were also looking left and right with surprise, and some of them had already run to the open field.

This is the fourth time in a few days that the earth has moved, and each time it is more pronounced, one of which occurred in the middle of the night, and many people did not know it.

The shaking didn't last long, about ten seconds.

Wang Quanquan was a hard-working student, and he didn't have to carry it when the sky fell, so he didn't take it to heart, and started the car and drove towards the suburbs.

……

After a few months, life gradually returned to peace.

The New Year is approaching, but there is not much joy in the whole capital, and the more frequent ground movements make the people panic.

Just a few days ago, a building that was still under construction had not yet solidified after being poured, and it was directly shaken apart, and there were cracks and tilts in other places.

The dynasty has strong financial resources, and these problems have been properly addressed, but blindly repairing them is only a symptom rather than a cure.

Experts have not given an explanation for a long time, but bunkers are being built in many places, and some conspiracy theorists speculate that the imperial court is deliberately hiding something.

There was a similar phenomenon not only in the capital, but also in other parts of the dynasty, and even abroad was not spared, and many countries experienced tsunamis, volcanoes, floods...

Although there is a lot of talk about the end of the world on the Internet, as long as that day does not come, people still need to run for life.

Wang Quanquan should intern next semester, and after the vacation, he dialed his cousin Song Hao's phone.

The two have not been in touch for a long time, but they are relatives after all, and after a pleasantry, the other party immediately agreed to his request.

"Xiaoquan, in a few days' birthday of the head of the family, there will be many famous people at the banquet, come over when you are free, and I will introduce you."

The Nangong family is a top wealthy family in the capital, and has been married to the royal family since ancient times, and it is said that the current head of the family, Nangong Fu, is still the aunt of the emperor.

coincided with the old lady's seventieth birthday, and the pomp was naturally small, Wang Quanquan knew that his cousin was sincerely willing to help him, so he hurriedly agreed.

A few days later, several rolls of firecrackers stretched from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain in Wanhe Mountain Villa in the west of the city.

With a crackling effect that lasted for half an hour, the crumbling red cannon paper cover covered the entire mountain road.

Luxury cars drove into this restaurant with excellent scenery, and an ordinary taxi in the middle looked a little eye-catching.

When he arrived at the place, Wang Quanquan got out of the car with a box, sorted out his cheap suit, and entered the banquet hall with the surrounding dignitaries.

Although his behavior was strange, the people attending the meeting were all well-known figures in Beijing, and they did not waste time expressing their disdain, and several people even took the initiative to talk to him.

After learning that the young man was Song Hao's relative, they all showed kindness, and after a few simple words, they went to find someone else.

Everyone was smiling and amiable, but the king knew that they had secretly arranged the rest of the people present.

Not surprisingly, he should be classified as "useless", and even his cousin Song Hao, in the eyes of these "superior people", is nothing more than a drill camp who clings to the powerful.

He had never been in contact with any dignitaries, but he unconsciously figured out what they thought.

While he was thinking, a young man walked over.

"Xiao Quan, long time no see."

The person who came was Song Hao, the cousin of Wang Quanquan.

The man is in his early thirties, handsome, with a tall figure and well-fitting clothes, which is extremely eye-catching in the crowd, no wonder he can win the hearts of the women of the Nangong family.

Many people in the market call him a little white face, but Song Hao's own ability is not weak, his mind can't talk out of the family, and he keeps the company in good order.

"Cousin, it's been a long time."

The king bowed his hand and handed the long box over.

"This is a birthday gift for Nangong's seniors."

He asked for help on this trip, and he still followed the rules very much.

Song Hao was not polite, took the brocade box and took him to the corner of the hall.

Most of them were young people in their twenties and thirties, who were much easier to get along with, and didn't speak too politely.

After a brief introduction, a girl in her early twenties was very interested in the long box in Song Hao's hand, and asked for a soft grinding and hard bubble, and then opened it in front of everyone.

There are two scrolls inside, one book and one drawing.

…… (End of chapter)