Christmas Eve

The woman in question is now feeling very awkward.

Okay, she remembered who this was, the moderator of her fan club, Jian Yang.

Those who knew about it thought that the real person was meeting with a big fan, while those who didn't thought that it was just a gangster harassing a good student. She had hardly ever interacted with cool peers like Jian Yang.

When she was in college, there was a rebellious cool guy in her department. With his good looks, he had more than ten girlfriends during his four years in college. Yu Shu secretly called him "pants duck" in her heart.

Jian Yang was pushed over by his younger brothers. He had very long legs and was wearing black jeans with a big tassel hole at the knee. He had a bit of a street-style vibe, and Yu Shu felt cold just looking at him.

Yu Shu thought for a moment and said, "Is your leg fully healed?"

Jian Yang was immersed in the joy of Yu Shu's initiative. After two seconds, he remembered, how could she know? He felt nervous. Would she think he was a big fool who only knew how to eat?

My younger brother, on the other hand, was much calmer and helped him sell sympathy tickets.

The person Fu Xue was gossiping about appeared in front of her. She shut her mouth and waited silently for this guy to leave.

With the help of his younger brother, Jian Yang remembered the purpose of coming here and said, "Please verify your social account. Our fan club can also notify you in advance of subsequent activities."

Although he actually wanted to contact Yu Shu privately, the number of people in the fan club was indeed increasing.

He often deletes posts in the bar that reveal Yu Shu's privacy. If Yu Shu had a certified account, she could also restrain those unscrupulous fans.

Yu Shu thought about it and it made sense, so she went back and created a small account to get certified.

They had been chatting for a long time when Teacher Sun came over with Zhou Changqing. He swallowed the last bite of cake and quietly reminded Yu Shu, "The three of you have drawn the first order. After the competition, you can walk around this floor of the hotel and leave after the ranking is announced."

The competition was organized by the leaders of the Education Bureau, and it was more like a liaison match between the key middle schools in Chuncheng. Yu Shu hardly saw those Silla students anyway. Their group had drawn a team from No. 8 Middle School earlier and narrowly defeated them. The rest of the time they just ate and watched the fountain in the venue. Fu Xue also enjoyed a free violin performance in the lobby.

Besides the violin, there was also an empty piano in the lobby. It looked extremely expensive, and Yu Shu estimated that it was probably worth about the same as her house.

She pulled Fu Xue carefully to avoid bumping into him, and when she turned around, she saw Zhou Changqing was already talking to a waiter.

He sat on the piano stool with familiarity and smiled at Yu Shu and Fu Xue.

The charming light from the layers of golden crystal chandeliers came out from countless facets, rotating and illuminating everything below.

Zhou Changqing closed his eyes, the melancholy on his face disappeared, and his movements of playing the piano became particularly charming and rhythmic.

Dots of golden light played lively on his soft black hair, and the sound of his piano could bring people into a majestic castle with a burning fireplace. As Yu Shu listened, she felt like she was wearing a gorgeous long dress with a train and watching a coronation ceremony.

It was snowing outside, and the meadow welcomed the abundant snow water, preparing for the rapid growth of grass next year. The new lord in the castle took over the family scepter under the witness of the bishop.

Seeing Zhou Changqing like this for the first time, Yu Shu walked closer with some curiosity.

In fact, everyone and most people communicate in parallel. It is difficult to have too much overlap, and it is also difficult to see the other side of a person.

In Yu Shu's impression, most of the students in Class 10 also interacted in this way. A thin layer of film made it impossible for people to get close to each other except in the fog.

Zhou Changqing was the literary and artistic student committee member in her childhood memory. She only knew that he was a good person and polite, but she didn't know the strong sense of fate he felt when showing his hobbies. He was like an NPC in Yu Shu's world who suddenly upgraded.

The last group to focus on interacting with the Silla students were the students from No. 9 Middle School. Their school had a long tradition of having a Sino-Singapore exchange program, and after graduating from junior high school, they had to go to Silla. Therefore, the Silla language team in this competition was almost entirely composed of students from No. 9 Middle School.

It's not completely without benefits for Yu Shu and her team to participate in the competition. There are prizes and cash to be won. However, they don't know how much the first prize is. Their team only won second prize, which is 100 yuan for three people.

While taking pictures, Yu Shu also saw her old friend, reporter Xu.

She came alone this time.

The air coming out of my mouth was all white air, and it felt better after I turned on the air conditioner for a while.

She started talking to Yu Shu and complained, "When we were doing that mediation, someone threw paint at the newspaper office. I haven't dared to stay in the office for too long these past two days, for fear that someone would kick it and the old building would collapse. We moved there in the 1970s, and we still haven't moved to a new building."

She had dealt with Yu Shu several times and regarded Yu Shu as half a boss, hoping that the boss would sympathize with her and ask her to advertise in the future.

Yu Shu thought to herself that it was no wonder, as their newspaper seemed to have called the police later, and there were signs of it now.

Reporter Xu was very professional. He took several photos and not a single one was wasted. He even helped to copy the manuscript, and only some parts were changed according to the situation on site.

After returning, Yu Shu joined Zhou Changqing. She organized the language several times and finally sent out the first version.

Xiaoyu: Student Councillor, I want to draw you playing the piano today in my next comic. If you mind, I won't draw it. I might add some subjective things to the comic...

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and Zhou Changqing was playing the piano in the piano room.

The piano sound is very soft, so the message alert sound is particularly obvious when the laptop is turned up to the maximum volume.

The appearance of playing the piano?

He felt a little dizzy. He had played the piano in that hotel at least ten times if not a hundred times. Why didn't he think of playing the piano at school before? It was all because he always wanted to keep a low profile.

ZCQ: Sure, I don’t mind at all, as long as you can show it to me as soon as you finish it…

Zhou Changqing is already very satisfied to be the model for the characters created by Yu Shu. He does not expect himself to be the prototype of the characters. Yu Shu loves her comics very much and will not let the characters have prototypes casually.

He thought about it for a while, and Yu Shu had already answered him.

Yu Shu’s new account appeared in the linked accounts of the fan club moderator.

She posted the photo of the Spring City Evening News on her newly created account and shocked the world with it.

Zhou Changqing switched to different small accounts to add more comments to his comments below to increase the popularity.

The only fan in the group who dared to openly use his real name was Xia Qiqi.

She was whining and whining in the post.

Yu Hua brought back a cardboard box from outside, wrapped tightly with yellow transparent tape. It was sent from the imperial capital.

Hearing the noise, Yu Shu came out of the study.

"This is from the Imperial Capital Magazine. Take a look at what it is. Don't make sure it's anything important."

Under the yellow transparent tape was a green snakeskin bag, and inside that was the cardboard box. Yu Shu cut it open and found envelopes of various colors, large and small.

At the top is a handwritten letter from editor San San.

: These are letters from fans of "Princess Syndrome" all over the country. The magazine has collected a batch and is sending it to you now...

If someone had told Yu Hua a year ago that his daughter would become a talented girl who would be featured in the newspaper in a year and that loyal readers would send her letters, Yu Hua would definitely not believe it. He would think that this person was trying to get close to him and trick him into buying school supplies.

But now, if someone uses this rhetoric to get close to him, he will definitely pull that person's hand and say: "How do you know? My daughter is smarter than others, prettier than others, more perseverant than others. She is born to do great things."

Yu Hua found it hard to imagine that Yu Shu had changed so much in the past six months. He wiped away his tears and felt that she had worked so hard.

He stood there alone, tears about to fall. Yu Shu felt embarrassed by his gaze and went back to her room to read the letter.

When Qin Wan came back, she saw Yu Hua still cooking soup in the kitchen at around eight o'clock.

On the two stoves, one was stewing pork bone soup and the other was stewing fish soup.

"It's so late, why are you still stewing soup?"

"Alas, Xiaoyu has lost a lot of weight recently because of all the studying, painting, and interviews. She didn't want to eat because it was so hot before. I have to make more soup for winter."

He was still immersed in the sudden sadness of his daughter growing up.

Seeing him like this, Qin Wan knew that Yu Shu had inherited her father's literary and artistic genes. Both father and daughter loved to daydream and have divergent thoughts.

She went to the room and called Yu Shu out to drink soup.

There was only a small floor lamp on in the living room, and two casseroles on the table.

It was rare for Yu Shu to leisurely drink soup at home this semester.

Qin Wan washed three apples. They were bright red, very beautiful, and had a fruity aroma.

Influenced by Yu Hua, she also felt a little uncomfortable: "Today is Christmas Eve. Eat this apple and the new year will be another peaceful year."

Even though many years later Qin Wan knew that Christmas Eve was just a holiday marketed by domestic businesses to clear out their backlog of apples, she still insisted on letting Yu Shu eat apples on Christmas Eve.

Whether they are together or not, the whole family must eat apples.

In previous years, Lan Xing would also receive apples from Qin Wan, but this year he went abroad.

There is a sixteen-hour time difference between San Francisco and Spring City. It is 9 p.m. in the capital city where Yu Shu is, but it is only 5 a.m. where Lan Xing is.

It was snowing again. The walls of Yu Shu's house were not as thick as those in the north, so Qin Wan urged her to go back to her room and get into bed.

Yu Shu took out her newly bought cell phone. She was not used to using a keypad phone and usually didn't bring it to school. She only used it when she came back to check on Lan Xing's news.

This phone was bought with the money he gave me.

The number on the screen jumped to 5:30. Lan Xing stood by the window and sent the words that had been edited long ago.

: Merry Christmas Eve! Remember to eat your apples. Have you finished your homework? Everything is fine here.

He exhaled and drew a stick figure of an apple on the window glass.

There was a quarrel outside the bedroom. The thin wooden house had no sound insulation at all. Lan Xing could hear two people arguing, one in French and the other in English.

The life of immigrants is not as wonderful as they think. After all, it is not a game where you can change the map and restart at any time.

Lan Xing wiped the apple off a little tiredly.

Merry Christmas Eve! You can have apple pie! I've opened an official account online...

Yu Shu was still as energetic and happy as before. Lan Xing didn't want her to know that she hadn't been to school for a long time. There was no delicious apple pie here, only dry bread and greasy and smelly meat.