Chapter 43 (Additional Update) Qu Wen...
If there was no Kan Zhao, would Lin Qingxu be with Qu Wen?
There is no answer to this.
Everyone is unique, there is no need to compare ourselves with others to judge our strengths and weaknesses.
Qu Wen is good-looking, gentle, and treats people with a warm and friendly attitude.
Probably everyone would have a good impression of such a senior, perhaps not related to love.
But the sense of crisis he gave to Kan Zhao was real.
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University acceptance letters are being sent out one after another.
As expected, Lin Qingxu was successfully admitted to South America, and Kan Zhao also successfully got into his first choice.
Qiao Yang went abroad as planned.
Ruan Yanyan was also admitted to Yuanda, a university with a high ranking in computer science in China.
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A few days before the university started, Kan Zhao's cousin gave birth to a child, a few days earlier than expected. Coincidentally, they were also in Nanchuan.
Fang Yun took Kan Zhao and flew over in advance.
In the airport lobby, Kan Zhao pulled Lin Qingxu, who came to see him off, behind the pillar.
Passersby walked by.
He casually mentioned, "Lin Xiaoxiao, did you hear what I said at the party?"
"What?" Lin Qingxu looked at him in confusion.
Kan Zhao lowered his eyes, an unknown emotion hidden in his deep eyes.
A mechanical female voice sounded over the radio, urging passengers bound for Nanchuan to board the plane.
Fang Yun waved from afar at the security checkpoint.
There was a moment of silence.
Kan Zhao suddenly reached out and ruffled her bangs, and the loose hair fell in front of her eyes.
"fine."
He walked backwards towards the security checkpoint, a smile on his face. "See you in Nanchuan."
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We did meet, but we didn't get along very well during those few days.
People will always have conflicts, no matter how good their relationship is, just like even the closest siblings can't avoid bickering. If one truly achieves eternal harmony, it's either a hypocritical attempt to maintain a surface peace or a staged performance, suppressing true emotions.
But Kan Zhao was super confused.
During the days when Lin Qingxu arrived in Nanchuan ahead of schedule, Kan Zhao's bad character seemed to resurface. He spoke in a lazy and spanking tone, and would often reach out and mess up Lin Qingxu's well-groomed hair.
He was told not to go too far, but Kan Zhao just smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up without explaining. His reckless look made people angry.
Although Lin Qingxu has a good temper, he doesn't consider himself a coward.
The next day was the start of school in South America.
Lin Qingxu didn't want to talk to him at all, and no longer needed Kan Zhao to help her move her luggage. Early the next morning, she dragged her suitcase out of the temporary hotel.
There are special volunteers at the entrance of the South American school to help new students with their luggage and take them to the dormitory.
After Lin Qingxu filled out the information at the entrance, she was assigned to a senior student.
The senior student was very enthusiastic and took all of Lin Qingxu's luggage. But after all, the senior student was also thin and tall, so Lin Qingxu declined for a moment, but still shared the weight of the luggage with her.
But things didn't seem to go so smoothly. When Lin Qingxu finished using the phone card that her senior schoolmate had sold her, she left for a while, using the excuse of going to the restroom, and asked her to wait for her at a distance.
But almost half an hour had passed and the senior sister still hadn't come back.
It was already past morning, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and sweat was beading on Lin Qingxu's forehead.
It may be that you have been in the sun for too long and have become dehydrated.
She felt like she had heatstroke or hypoglycemia, felt like vomiting, felt a little dizzy, and her heart was beating very fast.
At this moment, an extremely beautiful hand suddenly stretched out in front of her eyes, blocking the scorching sunlight above her head.
"Classmate? Are you okay?"
Lin Qingxu looked towards the direction of the voice.
The sunlight is dazzling.
Someone is coming against the light.
This was my first meeting with Qu Wen.
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Qu Wen is considered a prominent figure in South America.
Big data always pushes out things related to life. Before school started, Lin Qingxu would often see him on school-related posts. Someone wasn't popular for no reason; maybe because they were good-looking, gentle, and... enthusiastic?
Qu Wen supported the dizzy new student to prevent her from falling and asked softly.
He listened patiently to the whole story and realized that Lin Qingxu was stood up.
He explained that the woman was probably posing as a volunteer, selling phone cards for commission, and then, once someone successfully registered, she'd excuse herself and leave to get the next order. There were many people like this, mostly during the freshman year.
Qu Wen offered to take Lin Qingxu to the girls' dormitory, and his reason was just right: "It doesn't matter. After all, I'm also a member of Nanmei. I can't let the new students be disappointed in Nanmei just after they arrive at the school, right?"
His smile was like the misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River. It was not as aggressive as Kan Zhaoshuai's, but rather a spring breeze wrapped in the fragrance of magnolia, like a bath in soft light.
Lin Qingxu thought that their interactions would end there, until she met him again in the sketching class after the military training.
Qu Wen was a year older than Lin Qingxu and was her senior. They had different majors, he majored in oil painting.
Qu Wen's parents are both professors in South America. He has been influenced by art academies since he was a child. Because of the influence of the environment, he has a good relationship with his teachers in South America.
The mornings of the first semester of my freshman year were almost all spent practicing the basics of sketching, but the teacher was often busy, so he asked Qu Wen to teach the class on his behalf.
In fact, there is not much to teach in this course. Students are just asked to draw sketches and then hand in their homework. The teacher will occasionally make a rounds and offer suggestions.
Sometimes Lin Qingxu went to the classroom early and would meet Qu Wen who arrived earlier.
He sat by the window, painting alone, using oils. He wore a brown apron that only covered the front of his light-colored clothes, and the indigo paint sometimes left a mark on his collarbone or under his chin.
Perhaps due to her high college entrance exam scores, Lin Qingxu immediately attracted considerable attention from the teachers. Furthermore, her good looks, refined character, and academic attitude also endeared her to the teachers. Qu Wen and her, two of her most admired students, were often mentioned in the teacher's praises.
Over time, Lin Qingxu and Qu Wen gradually became familiar with each other.
Qu Wen gave her a faint smile, "Give me some comments, huh?"
"The brushstrokes are delicate, the color shades and layers are handled properly, and the atmosphere created by light and shadow is also very good." Lin Qingxu stood beside him.
Qu Wen rarely joked, "What an official answer. Perhaps you could just answer, 'What a beautiful painting.'"
Lin Qingxu and Qu Wen had already added each other's contact information. To thank Qu Wen for helping her move her luggage, she offered to treat him to milk tea. However, she was a little busy at the beginning of the school year and had no time to practice.
Lin Qingxu occasionally posts paintings she makes in her spare time on social media platforms. During one chat with Qu Wen, the other party inadvertently mentioned that she did more portrait sketches.
Lin Qingxu explained, "In high school, my art teacher said that apart from portraits, my other paintings didn't have any emotion in them. She would give us low marks and ask us to redraw them, so I rarely painted other genres."
In short, it means being lazy, but Lin Qingxu didn't say it.
Qu Wen flipped through several pages and found that there were many portraits of the same boy. He also looked at the legendary "emotionless" paintings.
He commented: "But it is too beautiful."
But at that time, the relationship between Lin Qingxu and Qu Wen was limited to this. It was a little better than a casual acquaintance, but not really that familiar.
The real turning point in their relationship was during a sketching activity organized by the school. One of the leading teachers in Lin Qingxu's class had something urgent to do, so she asked Qu Wen to participate on her behalf.
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