“Warmly congratulate Chen Yiwen’s video art team’s work for being successfully shortlisted for the Capital College Student Film Festival!”

Yan Man stood on the side of the road and directed the school staff to hang this banner on the main road. This was Zhang Chengchuan's instruction. After learning that Chen Yiwen was shortlisted, he immediately rushed to the logistics department to make the banner. The inkjet painting on it had not yet dried. through.

But as soon as the banner was hung up, it didn't take long for people to gather under the banner.

Among them were students and some faculty and staff, standing there in admiration.

Su Qian, Xiang Xinyi, Yan Xi, and Shen Yue, a group of people who had a snack outside the school to improve their lives, saw such a red scarf flying banner, directly in front of their eyes, filling their entire field of vision.

"Shortlisted!? No, Chen Yiwen and the others were shortlisted!" Xiang Xinyi took the milk tea and turned her head to look at the three people around her in surprise.

Su Qian nodded. From the voices of the people around her, it was obvious that this was a complete fact.

In the eyes of the three people who asked, "What does this mean?" Yan Xi said, "This is just a pioneering work of the Commercial College."

Su Qian turned to Shen Yue, "What kind of work did Chen Yiwen make...how did he get shortlisted!"

Shen Yue shook her head, "I didn't know." She was wearing a floral dress. Her roommates said that she used to dress conservatively, but now she wears sexy clothes, becoming more and more feminine. Now Shen Yue I just thought that if Chen Yiwen suddenly met him one day in school, she would walk over to him in a very generous manner and ignore him.

As a result, now it is impossible to avoid the traces of Chen Yiwen's existence, and this imprint seems to be getting stronger and stronger in the business academy, with more impact every time.

Looking at the content on the banner, Shen Yue was slightly startled. Wasn't it... that he clearly said it was too late...

…

Across the street, Yan Man saw Qin Wenquan. Half a year ago, Qin Wenquan was someone who would pose to her in the office, always speak with a sense of superiority, and would instruct her to do any trivial matters. Yan Man also had She got a lot angry and even openly resisted. But then she was found to have many mistakes and troubles by her superiors. After that, Yan Man understood.

Business school is not necessarily dark, and Qin Wenquan is not the only one in the department to cover the sky, but behind Qin Wenquan there is an uncle who is the vice principal, and there will always be someone willing to show favor to Principal Tian, ​​thereby finding trouble for her, a little counselor. Because After all, her status is the lowest and has no sense of existence. She usually suffers a little bit when she is wronged, but no one thinks it is a big deal.

But now. Yan Man looked up at the banner, thinking about Zhang Chengchuan's cordial appearance and polite attitude when he came to inform him in person. It was like the time when all the counselors would change their expressions when talking to him. These counselors are all Director Zhang who looks at various problems with a straight face, more like the kind and cheerful mentor he once had.

Seeing Qin Wenquan's sour look over there again, he was in the office now. Yan Man could just sneer at him, but he couldn't do anything to her. Yan Man felt relieved, and there must be people congratulating Qin Wenquan. After all, he is Chen Yiwen's class teacher, but whether it was the instructor or his job promotion, the benefits fell on him. Qin Wenquan didn't get any benefits at all. He must be feeling very upset now.

Deserve it!

Yan Man thought this with some revenge.

I can't help it, who told me that I am so clear about love and hate.

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While the red congratulatory banners of the Commercial College were fluttering brightly among the trees on the four main roads, Zhuo Jun was not at school, but returned to his home.

Inside that old Tongzi Building, there are homes where the slender streets and criss-crossing clothes-drying poles cut into the sky, and where the sun doesn't even shine.

Before entering the door, his old mobile phone had been set to silent. Before that, short messages kept popping up in the friend group and class group. He did not set these to block because he kept watching the text messages jumping on the screen.

The news reminders made him feel the stormy atmosphere coming out of the commercial courtyard at this time.

"Back!" Zhuo Xiangshan nodded to him, and his mother moved her thin figure in the kitchen, and soon served the dishes.

The home is still filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Let's eat."

Zhuo Jun saw the food on the table, which was quite "rich" for his family, including two fried meats, one vegetarian dish and one soup.

"Aren't you coming back today? Your mother took care of you and made a special trip to cook your favorite dishes. Normally, your mother and I can handle it with a bowl of noodles and a bowl of porridge." Zhuo Xiangshan's eyes showed some softness.

Come.

"My mother is not in good health. You are too, how long have you been, and you haven't paid attention to nutrition..." Zhuo Jun looked at them and said.

"Let's eat, let's eat." Zhuo Xiangshan interrupted him, "We have never experienced anything in this life, but we have survived it! Just take care of yourself at school!"

Then the family ate, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Both of us know that the membrane in our hearts has not been broken yet.

Zhuo Xiangshan took a few mouthfuls of rice, looked over and said, "I've been to your school several times in private...just to see what you are doing..."

Zhuo Jun stopped moving.

The mother stared at Zhuo Xiangshan angrily, meaning why are you telling your son about this!?

"Oh." Zhuo Jun still nodded.

Of course he knew about this, but what Zhuo Xiangshan didn't know was that every time he came, an intelligence network was woven against him, keeping a close eye on his movements.

That's why he could see Zhuo Jun concentrating on doing questions in the study room, reading a book by the window in the library, and walking towards the teaching building with his book in his hands in a serious manner.

"...Don't blame dad for taking care of you. I just want you to have a future."

"Um."

"I'll be hospitalized next Wednesday... Your uncle will come over at the hospital, so you don't have to worry about it... When I'm not here, you have to help take care of your mother at home."

It sounds like there is a pun in the words.

Zhuo Jun didn't respond. He just kept his head down while eating.

At night, Zhuo Jun lay on his bed after washing himself.

He didn't turn on the light. The only room with windows in the house was given to him by his parents. Outside his window was a huge yellow horn tree, which cast a dancing shadow in summer and occasionally emitted the fragrance of yellow flowers.

The only light in the night was the fluorescent light of his mobile phone that occasionally lit up next to his pillow. Every time he was about to turn off the screen, a message would be sent.

There were many groups on his mobile phone, including Chen Yiwen's group, the art team's group including Zhao Jiajia and others, the class group, the football team's group... There were many messages in them, and they were constantly being delivered.

But Zhuo Jun was lying on the pillow, his eye circles were always red, he clenched his fists tightly, and there was a huge impulse in his heart. But when he returned home today, it was because Zhuo Xiangshan was about to be hospitalized for surgery, and in order to avoid his emotions

There was uncertainty and instability, so he didn't tell him the news.

dad!

We are shortlisted for the national competition!
Chapter completed!