Chapter 96 Old Friends
In the blink of an eye, it's already been a month since the military training at Yenching University.
The temperature in Jinghai City has gradually cooled down, but it is still very hot at noon. The temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and many students who are afraid of the cold have already put on jackets.
Yenching University has a high degree of greenery. When I went to the teaching building at eight o'clock in the morning, the breeze was still a bit cool, the morning light was getting brighter, and the mist was just beginning to dissipate.
Architecture students not only need professional theoretical knowledge, but also a certain level of drawing skills.
This semester, architecture students need to learn some basic professional skills such as "design expression", "surveying", "photography" and "model making".
These courses are much more likely to use electronic devices than other majors.
Cong Chun's secondhand computer, which he bought from the market, simply couldn't run these professional software programs.
Cong Chun lay on his desk, his hair falling naturally over his arms. The boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the curve of his nose was just right.
He stared silently at the computer in front of him, wondering if his secondhand computer had developed tuberculosis, as it often made a groaning sound when it was running.
It looks a bit pitiful; I hope he can fix it.
And if you're unlucky, the computer gets so hot it's practically burning your hand, and Cong Chun might even be able to fry an egg on the computer screen.
When Cong Chun tried to drag the mouse on the screen, it was as if he was stuck in glue, unable to move even a little bit.
Sometimes, Cong Chun would rest his head on his arm, staring at the constantly spinning software on the screen until his eyes became sleepy. He would yawn and a few tears would well up in his eyes.
Cong Chun could only use this cheap computer to process some documents and PowerPoint presentations, or to search for information online.
Fortunately, the computer labs at Yenching University are open to students as long as they apply to their teachers, and the equipment inside is state-of-the-art.
When Cong Chun applied to the teacher, he explained his situation and was approved very smoothly.
So these past few days, Cong Chun has been spending all his time in the computer lab using the school's computer-aided surveying equipment.
Although Cong Chun's painting skills have not undergone systematic training, they are still far superior to those of the other students in the class.
Cong Chun had learned in advance; he usually drew in his spare time, but this was his first time drawing on a computer, so his skills were somewhat lacking.
Recently, the professor in charge of their architecture program specifically mentioned a project in class: a design exchange competition organized by a French architecture firm.
In addition to having your own design projects, you also need to be fluent in a foreign language, preferably French, to communicate design plans with the person in charge of the architecture firm.
As one of the top universities in China, Yenching University has the best resources in the country for its programs. Although architecture requires resources, Yenching University's professors are all leaders in their respective fields and can naturally provide some support.
Cong Chun took a registration form and also searched online for basic information about the architectural design competition.
Recently, Cong Chun has been preparing whenever he has free time.
The school's computer lab was unusually quiet, with only the whirring of the computer mainframes. Besides Cong Chun, there were two or three other students inside.
Some students were afraid of the heat, so they turned on the air conditioner. Unfortunately, at that moment, there was a sudden clap of thunder, lightning flashed across the sky, and it was drizzling outside, probably the recent autumn rain.
Cong Chun was wearing the misprinted English short-sleeved shirt his grandmother had bought him, with a section of his arm showing as he held a mouse.
The boys' arms were covered in goosebumps, and Cong Chun couldn't help but feel a little cold, but it was alright, the surveying practice in front of him was more important.
Cong Chun's hands and feet are always cold, even in the middle of summer his palms are cool, so the young master always likes to hold him while sleeping.
A moment later, a figure appeared at the entrance of the computer room; Mo Xizhi stood there silently.
The boy was wearing a dark T-shirt, revealing a section of his slender neck. Mo Xizhi's expression was extremely cold, and a chilling glint was revealed in his narrow eyes.
He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his proportions were excellent, probably three to seven. When school started, many female students from the modeling club wanted to recruit him, but Mo Xizhi coldly rejected them all.
Mo Xizhi stood behind Cong Chun, his long, indifferent eyes fixed on Cong Chun's focused and serious expression for a long time.
Cong Chun seemed to have encountered some problem, and couldn't help but purse his lower lip slightly.
The boy stared at the computer screen in front of him, looking somewhat troubled. His delicate brows were furrowed, and he looked like a boiled bun.
The cold air from the air conditioner in the room made Cong Chun unconsciously shrink his neck, and he also raised his other hand to rub his arm that was holding the mouse.
But all of this was seen by Mo Xizhi behind him.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Cong Chun finally realized what had happened.
He stopped what he was doing, looked back in a daze, and only felt relieved when he saw that it was someone he knew.
The next second, Mo Xizhi suddenly spoke from behind, and a light, dark coat fell onto Cong Chun.
"Otherwise you'll catch a cold."
It's true that you're most susceptible to catching a cold when the seasons change.
Cong Chun was a little confused and returned the coat to him.
"Thank you, I'm not cold, you can wear it."
Cong Chun didn't want to cause Mo Xizhi any trouble.
Mo Xizhi's eyes widened for a moment, and the man's usually calm and composed expression revealed a hint of surprise.
The words and memories overlap; the person is the same one as before, only no longer as small and thin.
For Mo Xizhi, the memory of Cong Chun is like a broken jigsaw puzzle that he can never piece together.
Mo Xi knew that his mother, Qin E, had remarried to Jinghai City years ago because his biological father was an alcoholic and abusive.
When Mo Xizhi was in elementary school, he often had bruises on his body, and being beaten by his biological father had become a daily occurrence.
There was only one school in the town, and some grades didn't even have enough students, with only two classes in total.
When they were in elementary school, Mo Xizhi was a classmate of Cong Chun in the class next to his.
Mo Xizhi's original name was "Chen Xiaochuan". The name "Mo Xizhi" was specially changed by his mother, Qin E, after he left Ze'an Town.
Back then, when he was still called Chen Xiaochuan, on the night of the winter solstice that year, his mother was hospitalized after being abused by his father, who was an alcoholic.
Mo Xizhi suffered many injuries while protecting his mother; the beast had hit him all over his body, in places that could be covered by his clothes.
However, his injuries were not as severe as his mother's; his mother, Qin E, had a broken hand.
Mo Xizhi went to school as usual. The cold wind blew against him, and the boy felt pain not only on his face but also all over his body.
At this moment, the school is his safe haven.
Unfortunately, he was hungry and in pain at that time. The school did not have a canteen, and most people brought their own food from home, although most of it consisted of cold stir-fries and pickled vegetables with cold rice.
However, these were completely unattainable dreams for Mo Xizhi at the time.
At noon, everyone was eating lunch. Mo Xizhi was very hungry, so he went up to the school rooftop.
Maybe if I go there and get some fresh air, I won't be too hungry.
But there was another person on Mount Tiantai at that time.
The boy sat in the corner, eating while writing on a test paper.
Seemingly sensing footsteps, Cong Chun, a primary school student, looked up.
Mo Xizhi saw that Cong Chun in front of him was thin and small, looking even smaller than himself, but his eyes were very bright.
He stared at the rice in Cong Chun's bowl, glancing at it briefly, but the boy noticed it very keenly.
Cong Chun asked him if he had no food and gave him an egg.
Cong Chun has a habit when it comes to eating: he always saves the best food for last.
Cong Chun hesitated for a moment, but finally gave the eggs to the boy in front of her and said softly.
"I'm not hungry, you eat."
He swallowed hard and quickly ate the egg that Cong Chun handed him.
Although Cong Chun felt a pang of regret staring at the egg that had been eaten, he pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and ultimately said nothing.
He didn't mind that Cong Chun had left over his food and ate it all.
Later, looking at the perpetual number one on the report card, Mo Xizhi glanced at his own ranking of 68th. He lowered his eyes and suddenly wanted to get closer to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun was thin and frail, always sitting in the last row of the class, quiet and inconspicuous, but his name was always very eye-catching, consistently ranking first on the report card.
As for himself, he was number 68. The schools in the small town didn't have many students to begin with; there were at most three classes per grade, while they only had two classes.
He recalled that Cong Chun liked the male supporting character in the book "War and Peace," who later became an outstanding and capable diplomat.
He wanted to become someone Cong Chun liked, so Mo Xizhi studied desperately and chose diplomacy as his major in college.
Cong Chun, I don't want to be just a passerby in your life.
I want our life paths to intersect.
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