There is an ancient literature class in the morning.
Ji Qianchong went directly to the teaching building A. Yan Qing had already taken a seat in the classroom.
Yan Qing is the only daughter of the Yan family in Beijing, the cherished child of her parents. Born to be the heir to the Yan Corporation, she attends classes at Jingcheng University because, as Yan Qing puts it, she wants to have fun for four more years.
It was quite early, so there weren't many people in the classroom yet.
Seeing Ji Qianchong coming, Yan Qing stood up from her chair and glanced at her with the eyes of a married woman.
He took her hand, moved a few degrees closer to her, and asked softly, "Are you really getting married?"
Ji Qianchong nodded, took the textbook out of his schoolbag, opened the first page, and saw an extra word before "Qianchong" on the white paper cover - Ji.
Written with a fountain pen, in a beautiful handwriting.
It's not Ji Qianchong's handwriting.
Yan Qing stared at the word "Ji" for several seconds, "Was it written by Ji Liangnian?"
The Yan family received an invitation yesterday. When she saw the words "Ji Qianchong", she took a closer look and also paid more attention to "Ji Liangnian".
The girl propped her chin on one hand and blinked her left eye. "He wrote it."
Last night, Ji Liangnian said he couldn't sleep and was afraid of waking her up again, so he took her textbook, sat at the head of the bed, and picked up a pen to complete her last name.
An Nuannuan came from behind, holding four cups of Cha Yan Yue Se Orchid Latte.
She put it on the table and said, "July will be here soon, so she might be a few minutes late."
As she put down her milk tea, she glanced at Ji Qianchong, "Qianchong, did you really listen to Grandpa and get married? Did you meet the person you're planning to marry yesterday? What's she like?"
Yan Qing: "The girl is in love. We have known her for more than half a year. When has she ever looked so shy?" She took a cup of orchid latte and took a sip.
Ji Qianchong covered his face.
An Nuannuan: "Is he handsome?" She sat down. "The boy from the International Trade Department who was pursuing you a while ago was really good-looking, but I never saw you even glance at him."
Ji Qianchong smiled: "He is my brother."
Yan Qing and An Nuannuan were both stunned for a few seconds, their eyes circling Ji Qianchong in the middle, staring at each other for a long moment.
By the time I realized what was happening, the classroom was already filled with people, and the lecturer had reached the podium and was about to start the class.
Yan Qing: "The brother you occasionally mentioned, who lived with you at your grandfather's in Haicheng when you were little?"
An Nuannuan: "Qianwaer, you are violating the marriage law by doing this. You will be laughed at by others, right? And the chances of your next generation getting genetic diseases after marriage will be very high."
July had just run in from the bun shop in the cafeteria, and the aroma of buns was still on her body.
I heard their conversation as I walked into the classroom.
She paused for two seconds before slowly sitting down, turning her head and looking at Ji Qianchong. "Isn't this a bad idea?"
Yan Qing slammed the table and said, "You scared Qiyue, the deaf man, into hearing very well. Qianchong, please stop joking."
July reached out and adjusted the hearing aid in her ear.
She developed some tinnitus, so in order to be able to hear customers anytime and anywhere while working part-time, she bought a hearing aid.
Ji Qianchong opened the book and smiled, "We are not related by blood. He was adopted by my grandfather. Don't envy me for not having met a scumbag and entering a happy marriage directly. After all, envy is useless."
Three people: "..."
**
Yan Qing booked a table at the Capital Hotel.
Ji Qianchong put the book into the bookcase, and the four of them left the dormitory together.
Walking in the corridor, An Nuannuan asked, "Qianwa, would your uncle agree if you changed your surname?"
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