Last summer vacation
After hanging up the phone, his eyes no longer looked as dull and lifeless as they had when he returned to China just two days prior.
Zheng Ruoqian's smile stretched to both sides, and he suddenly bent down and picked up Xu Changjia while laughing loudly.
This sudden action left her clinging tightly to her boyfriend, afraid to let go.
The world spun around them, and the rapidly changing sky, flowers, trees, cars, and pedestrians all became mere background figures for the two of them.
Only each other was so clearly imprinted in their minds.
Xu Changjia also burst into laughter, "Alright, put me down now."
He put the person down on the ground, his eyes filled with love.
After pausing for a few seconds, unable to contain his joy, he picked the person up again and spun them around.
Being so close, he couldn't help but stop what he was doing and kiss her.
Hsu Chang-chia was initially concerned about his idol status and worried that being photographed by paparazzi would be bad, which would only add to the already overwhelming negative press surrounding him.
However, as deeper feelings welled up between them, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment when they were alone in this world.
After kissing for a while, she stopped breathing, tilted her head to the side, and the kiss landed on her neck.
It's like a spark igniting a fire; the unique sweetness in your heart just won't stop.
It took her a while to come back to her senses and realize that it was already midnight. No wonder there were so few people on the street.
She pulled Zheng Ruoqian to sit on a bench nearby, saying that he had been living a good life even though she hadn't seen him for the past few months.
He waved his hand casually and leaned back, his gaze always following her, occasionally chiming in with a few words to respond to her, maximizing his emotional impact.
The next day, she lay in bed, unwilling to wake up, endlessly savoring the beautiful dream that had actually happened.
Her boyfriend started getting busy, working hard for his career, and she had to follow suit and catch up with him.
Xu Changjia replied to a bunch of messages on WeChat. He was about to log off and do some studying when a few words caught his eye.
"Sister Xu, I'm going back to China to start preparing for the gallery again."
She scrolled through the chat history and realized that it had been less than a year since Yunhe had last prepared for his gallery and planned to hold an art exhibition. He had already broken through his bottleneck and returned to China to find a new job.
I thought I'd have to wait a while, but is this what talent plus hard work looks like?
She had barely finished replying when a video call was made.
Seeing her radiant face, with a smile he couldn't suppress, he, who was always talkative and couldn't stop talking once he started, finally managed to stammer out, "Are you... in a relationship?"
The phone camera paused for a few seconds, and then a magnified smiling face quickly appeared.
“Yes, Brother Yunhe, you might even recognize this person. He’s Zheng Ruoqian, one of the members of the once-popular Champion.”
He had indeed heard of them and had even been dragged to their concerts, but he never imagined that his girl next door would be dating a famous overseas idol.
I wanted to say something more, but my tongue got tied, and I couldn't open my mouth anymore.
Hsu Chang-Chia trusts her friends. Although she has never publicly stated that she is not alone, she is still willing to openly introduce Cheng Jo-Chien to others when asked.
He talked non-stop without taking a single deep breath.
He swore that this was the second time he had heard this younger sister say so much, except for the last time at the Little White Building.
He had never met this person up close, but seeing the joy that flowed from the bottom of Xu's heart on her face, he was naturally happy as well.
After asking her, she said she didn't want to go public yet, fearing it would affect his career, but after getting a definite answer that she could tell his parents, she hung up the phone.
After his aunt and uncle passed away, his parents told him to take good care of Xu's younger sister, saying that young people like him had things to talk about.
Now, if his parents knew, they would surely be comforted for the child of their deceased friend.
The more you study ethnic and folk studies, the more you appreciate the wonder of the ancients.
Each nation has its own language and script.
The Dongba script she's been studying recently bears some resemblance to the ancient script history course she took in college.
What she said at the dinner table that day wasn't just empty talk. It was only after a few friends casually pointed it out that she realized she had been reading and writing every day, and that it was because she truly liked and loved it that she did it.
Since she has things she enjoys doing, she should stick with them and make them a good habit.
Having made up his mind, Xu Changjia turned on his computer and prepared to write a plan, outlining all the difficulties he would encounter in developing this column.
Her thoughts and plans were typed out one by one on her computer, and her mood became lighter.
In the days that followed, besides my internship, I spent all my time searching online. If I couldn't find anything, I would ask my assistant, Wen, to help me contact some ancient villages related to these ethnic cultures.
Summer vacation wasn't particularly long, but she managed to get through the whole summer thanks to a few fleeting moments of sweetness.
Throughout her internship, with Sister Yang's help, she followed up on all four episodes of "Xiaofa Time: Essential Life Lessons" and filled three or four notebooks with her notes.
In addition to the intense discussions, although she only acted as a recorder to take notes on the content of each meeting and help organize the meeting materials, she could answer every sharp question from Sister Yang, making her particularly popular among the thirty or so interns at the same time.
In the final week, as their short internship of just over a month was about to end, Xu Changjia was called into Sister Yang's office for a private talk.
After stamping her internship report, Sister Yang wrote an excellent comment. While stamping it, she asked her, "Xiao Xu, have you thought about what you want to do after you graduate with a master's degree?"
To be honest, she really liked this smart girl, even though she was a bit quiet and always just followed behind everyone else doing those inconspicuous tasks.
In reality, very few people are willing to make such sacrifices, not pursuing fame or fortune or caring about credit.
In her view, having such a young girl by her side, she was very willing to promote her step by step up the TV station and eventually take her place. Perhaps that girl would go even further than her.
She's only twenty-two, in the prime of her youth, and such an investment is worthwhile.
But young people are always sharp and unyielding; they won't let you trim them into the circles, rectangles, or squares you want.
Sitting here now, Xu Changjia's state of mind is somewhat different from when he first arrived. He smiled and answered the question she posed, "Thank you, Sister Yang, for your long-term care. After my internship ends, I will return to school to complete my studies. As for my future work, I currently want to continue some research on ethnic studies with my mentor. If there is an opportunity in the future, I would like to turn some of our research results into a program similar to the one hosted by Wenxue Chang, so that more people can know about it."
She was neither humble nor arrogant, but reasonable and justified. It seems she has once again lost a promising talent.
Sister Yang also handed her a letter of recommendation she had written from her drawer, saying that no matter which TV station she was at in the future, she could use it whenever she needed help, and it would be a matter of face.
She was surprised to receive such a pleasant surprise and thanked Sister Yang repeatedly before leaving Sister Yang's office.
Summer days are long, but golden leaves have already covered the entire south bank.
When I stepped into the gates of South Bank University once again, I was greeted by a new batch of undergraduates and graduate students.
She walked among her younger schoolmates with her backpack on, her youthful energy like the most abundant fruit of autumn. I couldn't help but stop and take a second look.
Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. "What's wrong, junior sister? Aren't you leaving yet? You'll be late for the teacher's class soon."
The moment I turned around and saw Senior Wang Jing, it felt like I was back in my first year of high school, meeting her longtime best friend Ou Liyao at Junzhou No. 1 High School.
Then their fellow disciples caught up, greeted them with smiles, and jogged away.
The image in her mind suddenly became clear. The person who bowed his head and signed at the freshman registration desk after she was bumped by Ou Liyao was Zheng Ruoqian. It turned out that they had met long ago.
Suppressing her joy, she went to find her teacher for class, guided by her senior, Wang Jing.
They waited and waited, but it was still not time for get out of class to end. Even her tutor, Professor Xu, noticed that she was distracted. He smiled and joked a couple of times, then collected their papers and led them to continue practicing the process and steps of making Dongba paper.
After walking around twice and confirming that there were no problems with the steps of soaking the bark and wood ash, I asked them to record the data from the experiment and then quietly slipped out.
Xu Changjia took out the numerous tree barks that had been soaked before their holiday, rinsed them, shaped them into clumps, and placed them on a marble slab next to him. He then repeatedly pounded them with a Dongba wooden mallet until the fibers were visible. This way, they would completely disperse when placed in water, and only then could the first step of making your paper be considered a success.
Professor Xu's classes this semester are almost entirely hands-on practice, and the theoretical courses have all ended.
Making Dongba paper is the first project of this semester. The deadline is one month, and they are not required to spend all their time at school or in the training room.
Xu Changjia repeatedly lifted and struck the Dongba wooden mallet, but it scattered several times before it could be successfully plunged into the water, leaving him somewhat frustrated.
Senior Wang Jing and a senior student finished and were about to leave when they passed by and saw her still typing. They casually pointed out: "Multiple times, small amounts."
She quickly grasped the knack and techniques, completed the first step of making Dongba paper, and successfully locked the door of the training room.
She took out her phone and started walking, then noticed the entertainment news pushed to her by Weibo:
[Champion member Zheng Ruoqian confirmed to participate in variety show "Survivor Game"]
[Guests to be Invited for "Survivor Game"]
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