President Ba’s Little Rose

The sequelae of that dream are huge.

Shen Xizhi still has to go to class the next day, following the architectural drawings in the textbook.

The A2 drawing is spread out on the table. She has good drawing skills and can draw straight lines in one stroke without using a ruler. Originally it was a task of four large classes in a row, and she finished drawing in two classes.

The students around are still drawing pictures, and the professor on the podium is also dozing off with his face.

She glanced twice, took out a piece of drawing paper, and began to draw the portrait with a pencil.

Shen Xizhi started to paint in elementary school, and is very good at sketching and watercolor painting. What he is best at is sand painting. She stroked the outline of Joe in the car last night.

It takes only five minutes to draw a sketch.

On the white A4 paper, the man closed his eyes and took a nap, and the corners of his lips seemed to smile like nothing. Shen Xizhi wrote Qiao Zong's name in the corner of the drawing paper.

At the last drawing, the tip of the pen paused.

Su Qiang by her side poked her arm. Shen Xizhi tilted her head, her face calmly sideways, her long eyelashes curled up, and she asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Su Qiang took the tip of the pen and clicked on the drawing paper, collapsed her shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Xi Zhi, do you like that Mr. Qiao?"

Shen Xizhi's breathing was stagnant.

The young girl's secret thoughts were so carelessly broken by Su Qian, she felt like she was hiding from the ground.

She squeezed the pencil tightly, lowered her eyes, and said vaguely: "It's just a good impression."

Su Qiang didn't notice her nervousness, and said to herself: "I just remembered that I saw a method of calculating fate with strokes on a video website a few days ago. Would you like to try it?"

Can you still count fate with strokes?

Shen Xizhi suppressed curiosity, trying to keep her expression quiet: "How to calculate?"

"It's just to count the difference in your strokes, and then one difference in strokes corresponds to a relationship between you." Su Qiang lay on the table and looked at the podium, "You can do the math to see the fate between the two of you. "

The professor on the stage didn't notice here.

Shen Xizhi began to count the strokes suspiciously.

Qiao Zong has 13 paintings and Shen Xizhi has 27 paintings.

Shen Xizhi said: "The difference is 14 strokes."

Su Qiang took out his mobile phone and found the previous screenshot, "Look, the difference is fourteen strokes, it means that your fate is destined to be reunited."

Hearing the previous word, Shen Xizhi's mouth turned up involuntarily, but as soon as the word "Broken Mirror Reunion" came out, her eyebrows collapsed. She leaned over and looked at the complete screenshot.

[You are really a pair of mandarin ducks that can't be separated, you are in agreement and attracted to each other. 】

"It seems you are very worthy." Su Qiang said: "The mandarin ducks that can't be beaten."

Shen Xizhi suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She pressed the sketch on the paper with a book, coughing, "These are all deceptive and meaningless."

Su Qiang raised her eyebrows when she heard this, "Xi Zhi, I find that you are so shy."

"Ok?"

"Yesterday, when Mr. Qiao talked to you, your face blushed. In the evening when we talked about Qiao Zong, you deliberately pretended to sleep." Su Qiang hit her shoulder and said ambiguously: "You really like him?"

Shen Xizhi didn't expect the "perfect disguise" she thought was so easily spotted by Su Qiang. What about Qiao Zong? Isn't it? You can see her thoughts a long time ago, right?

"However, Mr. Qiao is so good and likes to tease you so much. It is normal for you to like him." Su Qiang smiled and said, "I think you two are in love, so you need someone to pierce this paper window. ."

She didn't suppress her voice for a moment, and the students around could hear her, and even the professor on the podium looked over here.

"Classmates, do you have any questions?" The professor was also easy-going and asked, "What do you not understand?"

Shen Xizhi erected the book, covering half of his face.

Su Qiang sat upright obediently, picked up a pencil and slumped to draw.

After the morning class, the National Day holiday for the architecture students officially began.

The driver of the Shen family waited at the school gate for a long time. Shen Xizhi came out carrying his schoolbag and opened the back door to get into the car.

With the air conditioner turned on in the car, Shen Xizhi put his schoolbag on the seat next to him and asked, "Are my parents at home?"

The driver said: "Miss, you know the nature of the work of the husband and wife..."

Shen Xizhi let out a dull "Oh" and looked out the car window with her face supported.

Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi are always busy at work.

From when Shen Xizhi was very young, she was brought up by a nanny. Her parents were busy with work and only got off work late at night. When she came back, she was often already asleep.

When I grow up, it's not that I can't understand my parents, but I just feel wronged.

Her parents work for the people, and they hold high positions in the eyes of others, but such people don't have much time for their children.

After arriving home, Shen Xizhi plunged into the studio and went out for dinner in the evening.

In the evening, Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi came back. After a day's work, both of them were a little tired.

Shen Xizhi was watching TV. Hearing the movement, his eyes lit up, "Dad, Mom, you are back!"

Shen Mingxuan smiled and responded, "Zhizhi is back, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Tianzi sat next to her and glanced at the TV: "What are you watching? Cartoons?"

"This is called anime." Shen Xizhi leaned her head on her shoulder, and said coquettishly: "I will be home at noon, and you won't come back soon to accompany me."

The pictures on the TV were so garish, Shen Mingxuan didn't understand it, but it was the child's interest, and he didn't say anything. He sat on the other side of the sofa, "Are you still used to it in school?"

"I'm quite used to it." Shen Xizhi said, "I'm quite used to studying and living."

"So are there any good boys chasing us Zhizhi?" Jiang Tianzi scratched her nose and asked with a smile.

Shen Xizhi's face blushed, and she was not as embarrassed to talk to her parents about this topic, "There are a lot of people chasing me. In just a few days, I received more than a dozen love letters."

"What do the boys in school know? A bunch of stinky hairy boys want to chase my daughter?" Shen Mingxuan hummed, "Zhizhi, ignore those male classmates. When you graduate, mom and dad will pick you up. ."

In the past, Shen Xizhi used to say that one ear went in and the other came out, but today he didn't know what was wrong, so he sat up all at once.

"Dad, what are you going to introduce to me?"

"Good family background, good character, and good-looking." Shen Mingxuan whispered: "At least it can't be worse than your brother."

Jiang Tianzi rubbed her hair and said softly: "We Zhizhi are worthy of the best man."

"Actually, I think," Shen Xizhi cleared her throat, lengthened her tone, and deliberately said, "Qi Nian like that is very good."

Sure enough, Shen Mingxuan's expression changed when he heard the words, "Qi Nian? Is he worthy of our Zhizhi?"

"That kid Qi Nian is not good, Zhizhi, why do you think that?" Jiang Tianzi frowned, his tone very disgusting.

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Then, what about Qiao Zong?"

"That's even worse!" Shen Mingxuan shook his head: "This is not as good as Qi Nian."

This was something that Shen Xizhi didn't expect. She opened her eyes slightly, but didn't dare to express it too obvious: "Why not?"

"If you like that, you might as well find Qi Nian." Jiang Tianzi sighed, with a bit of emotion, and said in a manner of being a past person: "Qiao has grown you too much, you can't get along."

"Moreover, hey..." Shen Mingxuan did not continue.

Shen Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief, because she was just afraid that they would not get along.

Then, if she and Qiao Zong get along, parents shouldn't object, right?

As soon as this thought came to his head, Shen Xizhi pinched the palm of her hand.

What to do with this!

She and Qiao Zong have never seen each other a few times!

A few days after the National Day, Shen Mingxuan and Jiang Tianzi got busy and didn't have time to go home.

Shen Xizhi was bored at home, so she went to live at Shen Qing's translation house.

That afternoon she and Zhang Qi ran across the road and found a milk tea shop to sit down and drink milk tea.

"Zhizhi, what did you want to tell me last time?" Zhang Qi asked.

The last time she wanted to talk to Zhang Qi about Qiao Zong, she was interrupted by a man and stopped sending any more messages. Shen Xizhi said, "Qiqi, I like someone."

Zhang Qi: "Who?"

"On that day, the handsome man who was next to my brother." Shen Xizhi simply described: "Moreover, I feel that he is teasing me."

"Ah, isn't the one named Qiao Zong?" Zhang Qi remembered: "Later, You Lingbai went to him for contact information, but the man was also quite special, so he didn't give it."

Shen Xizhi bends her lower lip.

"But, he seems to be very troublesome." Zhang Qi took out his phone, searched for Qiao Zong's name, and handed it to Shen Xizhi: "Hey, I often see this name in that kind of entertainment section."

The pages are all about Qiao Shao’s private meeting with a certain actress, Qiao Shao Hotel’s dating with a certain model, and even Qiao Shao’s unmarried child.

Shen Xizhi: "..."

"My uncle met him some time ago, and my uncle said that he is very nice, gentle, like a scholar. But I feel like this man is a reincarnation of a vixen."

"How do you say it." Shen Xizhi said bluntly.

"He looks beautiful and has a good temperament. It makes people want to take off his clothes." Zhang Qi said seriously: "He must be in good shape."

Shen Xizhi nodded involuntarily.

Zhang Qi asked: "Do you agree?"

Not only did she agree, she also saw Qiao Zong's swimsuit.

Shen Xizhi nodded again.

"If you like him, go and chase him." Zhang Qi encouraged: "Zhizhi, you are a boy killer, no boy can escape your seduction!"

Shen Xizhi held back, "In case he doesn't like me..."

Zhang Qi: "How is it possible?!"

Shen Xizhi: "...No, you don't know."

Zhang Qi: "I don't know what?"

"He just talks," Shen Xizhi said, "it's pretty good."

Zhang Qi: "That? Which one?"

Shen Xizhi learned Qiao Zong's tone and asked, "My kid, why do you feel so nervous when you see your brother?"

Zhang Qi tilted his head: "Huh?"

Shen Xizhi smiled, and the ending voice raised slightly: "Couldn't it be, did you see your brother?"

Zhang Qi: "..."

Zhang Qi: "???"

"What's this?" Zhang Qi frowned.

Shen Xizhi exhaled, resting his chin and said, "That man, talk to me, that's it."

"..." Zhang Qi reacted, substituting Qiao Zong's face, and instantly excited: "Mom! Shen Xizhi! That man absolutely likes you! Fuck me, who can stand it."

Shen Xizhi spread his hands: "So I didn't stand it up."

"Fuck him! Fuck him!" Zhang Qi said, "Xi Zhi, you must conquer him!"

Two days before the end of the vacation, Shen Xizhi met Qiao Zong.

Shen Xizhi was nesting on the sofa in the living room while holding a mobile phone to watch the video. Suddenly, the sound of two men talking came from the hallway.

She followed along.

Shen Qingyi and Qiao Zong came in one after another, they were dressed like lovers' shirts.

Shen Qing wore a white shirt, while Qiao Zong wore a dark red shirt with diagonal stripes. Men rarely wear this color, but wearing it on Qiao Zong does not appear to be a violation of harmony. His complexion is white and his lips are red, making him even more beautiful and beautiful.

However, his expression was cold, his temperament was gentle, and he was not frivolous.

Seeing Shen Xizhi, he seemed to be taken aback, and then smiled, "Is Xiao Xizhi here?"

The sound of this sentence fell.

A piece of Huangmei opera lyrics sounded in Shen Xizhi's cell phone.

—"...You don't want to think about hairpin skirts in your future."

—"I dare not look at Guanyin ever since."

She just watched a CP video, which was quite funny, but she didn't know when it was automatically played.

Qiao Zong listened to the lyrics, walked over slowly, and bent down slightly: "Also listen to "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"?"

"What the hell." Shen Qing behind him couldn't understand.

Actually, Shen Xizhi didn't quite understand, and was taken aback.

Qiao Zong stood up and said amusedly: "We don't know what Lord Shen?"

"Should I know?" Shen Qing said coldly.

Qiao Zong explained with a good temper, "This is a lyrics, and there is a paragraph before it."

"Yingtai is not a daughter, why are there ring marks on her ears?

"There is a reason for the earring marks. Why should Brother Liang be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village. I will play Guanyin every year. Brother Liang has to concentrate on making things. You don't want to think about chai skirts in your future.

"I dare not look at Guanyin ever since."

The man's voice was gentle, deep and clear, and he talked about this drama. No more casual jokes on weekdays.

Shen Xizhi sat up uncomfortably and turned off the video.

Listening to Qiao Zong's tone, he seemed to appreciate Liang Zhu's love.

Shen Qing hummed, "You know a lot. But I didn't understand."

Qiao Zong smiled again: "If you can understand, that's weird."

The two of them sat on the sofa, and you said something to me.

Shen Xizhi's phone vibrated, and it was a voice from Zhang Qi. She didn't think much, just clicked to listen.

Zhang Qi was angry, as if gritted his teeth: "Xi Zhi! That Su Yang is too shameless! He also asked me for your contact information! Oh my god, you have rejected him many times, he is so big from there. Face?"

The next one is even more irritating: "What else did he say about paying off the hard work, you will definitely be moved by him!"

Zhang Qi's voice was too loud, causing it to be heard clearly by the other two men.

Both Shen Qingyi and Qiao Zong looked at her.

Embarrassed crawling down her neck to her face, Shen Xizhi bit her lip, "That..."

"Is that the male classmate who pestered you last time?" Qiao Zong asked, his tone a little casual.

Shen Xizhi's heart lifted, she raised her eyes and looked at the man not far away. He sits in the backlight, half of his face is hidden in the shadow, and his expression is very pale.

She seemed to be thinking of Qiao Zong's voice just now, she lowered her head, and suddenly said, "I won't contact him again."

Qiao Zong didn't speak.

Shen Xizhi didn't know where the courage came from, and his brain was hot, looking at him, and said: "I have someone I like."

Qiao Zong's eyes suddenly sank.

"What are you doing? Keep staring at Qiao Zong? I don't know, I thought you like Qiao Zong..." Shen Qing translated another pause and said, "This person."

Shen Xizhi didn't look away. This time, she looked at him blatantly.

Qiao Zong's eyes almost sink to the bottom. The whole person looked extraordinarily cold, and all those scattered were gone.

Shen Xizhi felt a little bit in her heart.

In the next second, the indifferent look on the man's face disappeared, and suddenly he returned to the usual cynical cynicism. He snorted lightly and said jokingly: "Do you know how bad brother is."

The corner of Shen Xizhi's mouth pressed down.

He also heard the man’s gentle but subtle reprimand: "I dare to say I like my brother."

Shen Xizhi looked at him without blinking, her eyes were already warm.

Qiao Zong stared at her without any warmth, the curvature of the corners of his lips slack and distant.

Do you know how bad your brother is.

I will drag you to hell.