In the end, Professor Zhang not only confiscated Fu Heng's gift, but also turned around and pulled Qingqing to tell her to keep an eye on Fu Heng and not let him squander money like this.
Fu Heng: "..." I can hear it.
The other people present rarely saw this big man embarrassed, and they couldn't help but smile to the side.
Some people also took this opportunity to come forward and talk to Fu Heng. Fu Heng's attitude was very polite, but with an invisible alienation.
He didn't want to talk about work during the break.
After a few times, everyone also saw that Fu Heng was not interested, so they tactfully said goodbye to Professor Zhang.
At this point, after celebrating Professor Zhang's birthday, they also went to work and attended classes, and they were very busy.
After a while, a bunch of people left the office, leaving only Qingqing and Fu Heng who had just arrived.
Professor Zhang Xia took Qingqing to chat and mentioned the children she sponsored: "This year, two of your children were admitted to Jinan University, and they happened to be in our college, which was also a coincidence."
Qingqing's eyes were confused, and she had no idea who Professor Zhang was talking about, but this did not prevent her from fooling people: "Well, they can change their lives through their own efforts, and I am also very pleased." She
was obviously a teenager, but she wanted to imitate adults and pretend to be old-fashioned, even Fu Heng was amused by her.
"Okay, Professor Zhang knows that you have lost your memory. You don't have to pretend."
Qingqing was embarrassed after exposing the two people's awkwardness. Professor Zhang glared at Fu Heng: "You are the only one who talks too much."
"..." Well, he should shut up.
Seeing that Qingqing was still silent in awkwardness, Professor Zhang patted the back of her hand comfortingly and comforted her softly: "It's okay, your memory is slowly recovering, and there will always be a day when you will be fully recovered."
"... Yeah." Qingqing nodded, her expression was much more relaxed.
Then Professor Zhang pulled Qingqing to talk for a while. It was not a topic that was too embarrassing, but just a simple chat, and he also learned about her recent situation.
Qingqing knew all these questions, and the conversation went smoothly. Soon, under the guidance of Professor Zhang, she forgot the embarrassing incident just now and became lively again.
Looking at the students' cheerful faces, Professor Zhang's eyes were filled with relief, but more of a worry.
"Life is short, and you have been together for half of your lives. You should cherish the rest of your time."
These words were meaningful, and Qingqing didn't quite understand them, but she also knew that Professor Zhang really cared about them.
So she just smiled brightly and thanked him, without saying anything else.
There were some things that Professor Zhang couldn't say clearly. He looked at the time, quickly stood up and picked up the lesson plan.
"We had so much fun chatting that we almost forgot the class time. You guys can play around in the school first, and come to my house for lunch at noon. I'll ask your wife to cook a few more delicious dishes." "
Oh, no need to bother..."
Qingqing wanted to refuse, but Fu Heng interrupted her and agreed crisply: "Then I'll bother you, Professor."
Qingqing was still a little dazed until Professor Zhang walked away.
"Why? Are you unhappy?"
Fu Heng asked her sideways, Qingqing shook her head: "No, it's just that we came here so rudely, wouldn't it be too much trouble for him."
Today is Professor Zhang's birthday, and his family will also carefully arrange a birthday party for the old man, what are they doing there.
"Don't worry about that. Professor Zhang's children all work at the National Research Institute. They are very busy and may not even think of coming to celebrate the old man's birthday." If they
remembered, they would just send a text message to congratulate him. It might not be so easy for him to come back in person.
"Is that so?" Qingqing finally understood. "Then should we order a cake or something?"
Birthdays always have to have a sense of ceremony.
"You want to eat it yourself." Fu Heng saw through her little thoughts at a glance, but he didn't object: "I'll ask the secretary to arrange it."
"Where are we going next?" It was
still several hours before lunch time, and they couldn't just waste time in this empty office.
"Go out for a walk?"
Fu Heng suggested, or rather, this was his original plan.
"Well, I haven't been to Jinda yet."
If you say this, you will be laughed to death. A student who graduated from Jinda said that she has never been to Jinda.
But this is the fact.
Who else can have such a magical experience as Qingqing?
Hand in hand, the two of them walked from the administrative building to the peach blossom forest.
There is a large grove inside the school. There is also a lake in the middle of the grove, and the scenery is beautiful.
The dormitory building is on the other side of the forest.
They usually have to go to class, so they need to shuttle through this picturesque scenery to reach the teaching building.
However, there are only a few people who have the leisure to appreciate the scenery. Although the scenery is beautiful, it also represents a reality.
- The dormitory is really far away from the teaching building where classes are held!
It takes another 20 minutes to take a shortcut by walking. If you get up a little later, it will be a life-or-death race.
Jinda University has a very strict attendance inspection. Being late twice is considered as one absence. If you are absent more than three times, don't say anything and wait to
retake the course next semester.
So basically no one dares to be late or absent casually, and even very few people ask for leave.
"Have you ever been absent before?"
Qingqing's eyes were full of curiosity. She was very interested in Fu Heng's previous study experience.
"You shouldn't ask me this question." Fu Heng smiled and stared at Qingqing.
"Then who should I ask?" Qingqing didn't react to his hint at first, but when she saw that the other party's eyes were always on her, she reacted even if she was slow.
"No, I'm very punctual." She has a very good sense of time.
"You didn't know you had a nickname in college, called the spot-stepping devil."
"What kind of ugly nickname is that?" Qingqing said with disgust.
"At that time, the school forced students to run every morning and punch in to earn points. One hundred points could be exchanged for a credit for a sports elective course. A certain number of credits could be used to cover a sports event that you failed the exam. Your volleyball skills are not very good."
The last sentence was said very tactfully.
Qingqing is petite and her arms are so thin that they can be broken with a little force. She is
not good at playing volleyball. Volleyball and basketball are compulsory subjects in physical education. She can barely complete a three-step layup in basketball, but she is completely clueless in volleyball.
The teacher lowered the requirements for girls and only required them to hit ten balls against the wall in three minutes. In the end, Qingqing couldn't hit a single one.
It's not that she didn't try to save herself, but there was no way. In the end, even the physical education teacher advised Qingqing to give up treatment and go for a morning run to make up credits.
"Everyone is going for the morning run, it's impossible that I'm the only one who's always late, right?" Qingqing raised the question in a very argumentative way.
"Have you forgotten?" Fu Heng seemed to remember Qingqing at that time, with a gentle smile and doting on his face.
"You have a sweaty physique, and you get soaked through with just a little exercise. But you have a bit of a cleanliness obsession, and you can't stand going to class all sticky. Every time you finish running, you have to go back to the dormitory to take a shower. If you wait for you to take a shower and then rush to class, there won't be enough time."
After Fu Heng said this, Qingqing also had a picture in her mind.
She imagined herself sweating and panting as she ran between the playground, dormitory, and teaching building, feeling very tired.
"This is too miserable." She muttered softly, but Fu Heng still heard it.
He stopped and faced Qingqing: "But if it wasn't like this, you wouldn't be with me."
"Huh?" What else could be the reason?
The two of them just walked to the lakeside. There was a circle of flower beds built along the lake.
Down from the flower beds were steps that were concave towards the lake. There were railings inside, so it was not dangerous.
Fu Heng simply pulled Qingqing to sit on one of the steps where there was little sunlight. Facing the clear and transparent lake, feeling the cool breeze, it was refreshing and pleasant.
"Hurry up and tell me, don't whet my appetite and stop talking again."
Qingqing didn't have the heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Now she was only attracted by gossip.
"I told you before." It seems that she forgot.
"You run in the morning, rush back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then rush to class. Even if you buy a bicycle to get around, you are still in a hurry. When you get to the teaching building, you still have to climb five or six floors to the classroom. How can you be willing to do that?"
Especially when there is an elevator in the teaching building.
Who would give up the elevator and climb the stairs by themselves? However, there are too many people in the elevator, and it is not easy to squeeze in when time is tight.
"So I shamelessly took your teaching elevator?"
Qingqing still remembers this past. When Fu Heng reminded her, she immediately remembered that when she was "still young", she had asked a similar question.
At that time, Fu Heng said that because she took the elevator so many times, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and later they fell in love with each other, and then they had their current future.
This development seems quite romantic.
A simple and sweet campus romance, going hand in hand to entering the palace of marriage, and now even the sons are about to get married and have children. If they continue like this, they will grow old together, and maybe one day they can lie in the hospital with tubes inserted together and recall their lives.
But Qingqing's thoughts did not follow.
Because she thought of the torn wedding photo in her bedroom, the smile on her face faded for a while.
Turning her head away, looking at the pairs of geese and swans in the lake, Qingqing was actually a little envious: "That's great, I haven't felt what it feels like to be in love."
Fu Heng: "..."
I may just be a tool.
As if she had sensed the silence of the man beside her, Qingqing turned her head with a smile and looked at him: "I've never been in love before, but now I am, right? Husband."
The breeze blew, blowing the petals on the treetops to scatter and fall, and the figures of the two people were hazy in a dazzling and psychedelic rain of flowers.
Fu Heng was slightly stunned, and his heart tightened slightly.
He was actually called out by the soft and sweet "husband".
This is really... killing me.
Especially Qingqing added one more sentence right after: "So, to celebrate my 18th birthday, shouldn't you say something?"
"Whatever you want, I'll give you." I can even give you my life directly.
The last unfinished words disappeared between the two people's lips. ,,..,...:
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