Li Peifeng was stunned. After he realized what he was doing, he slowly put down the flower in his hand and forced a smile on his face: "Hello, aunt, I, I... I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"
"Very good." Li Xin turned slightly and waved her hand: "Come in and talk."
"Uh, okay." Li Peifeng felt uncomfortable all over. He really didn't expect this person to be in Zhao Qingge's home. Logically speaking, he shouldn't. As the leader of the college, Li Xin is usually very busy with work, and he basically has a day off even on Saturdays.
I can't, let alone come to my daughter's house specially. I can only say that I am unlucky!
"My tutor..." Li Peifeng looked around awkwardly after entering the room, feeling a little scared. Fortunately, although his voice and expression were not right when he was outside the door, he only said "Guide". The rest, I think
You didn't say it, otherwise you would have died on the spot!
"You finally came to correct the article?"
After the two of them said a few words, Zhao Qingge came out of the study. When he saw the flowers in Li Peifeng's hand, he frowned: "Do you remember the agreed time? I arrived so late, I thought you had forgotten it!"
Li Peifeng silently praised the step given by Zhao Qingge, and quickly responded: "Hey, something was delayed!" Then he raised the flower in his hand: "So I bought flowers from the roadside to apologize to you."
Zhao Qingge glanced at Li Xin but didn't answer: "Stop doing these useless things!"
Li Peifeng is also very adaptable. He thought of an excuse in the blink of an eye and said with a smile: "This is a handicraft made by a junior high school student. He sets up a stall on weekends to earn some pocket money. I saw it on the street and decided that I should support it.
I just bought a bunch. If you don’t like it, I’ll go back and give it to my mother.”
Zhao Qingge made a soft noise in front of him, ignored this, and walked towards the study: "Follow me. I didn't expect the outline you wrote to be so detailed. I'm just going to finish reading it now. Regarding the writing direction, I will give you a few points.
suggestion……"
"OK, all right."
The two of them walked into the study without closing the door. Li Xin listened at the door for a while. When she heard that the content of their discussion was really similar to the documents on Zhao Qingge's computer, they were some novel creations, her frown softened.
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In the room, Li Peifeng heard Li Xin's footsteps walking farther and farther, and he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Director, why is your mother here? You scared me!"
It obviously scared me!
Zhao Qingge glanced at him: "Why did you come to my house? You are still holding the flowers made by the primary school student!"
"Not a primary school student, but a junior high school student..."
Li Peifeng slapped his head and said helplessly: "Hey, I made it myself, not bought it. I just said that for my aunt."
"Really?" Zhao Qingge was noncommittal.
"Yes, I came back from school in the morning and saw the beautiful trees on the roadside, so I folded a few flowers and wrapped them in paper bought from the flower shop, and then I immediately thought of giving them to you,
After all, who would have ever wanted to meet an aunt!”
Li Peifeng sighed: "It's a bit embarrassing!"
Zhao Qingge looked at the bouquet of flowers on the table and raised the corners of his mouth, but quickly calmed down: "If you want to come later, please call me in advance."
"In the future?" Li Peifeng grinned: "Okay!"
He had come to her home several times before during Chinese New Year and festivals, or occasionally when he was following Zhao Qingge's orders to help her pick up things. Normally, he really didn't have the chance to come.
Now that Zhao Qingge has opened his mouth, it sounds like he can come to her house at any time?
"What I mean is if your paper or literary creation encounters a bottleneck!"
Zhao Qingge's face was serious: "And it's on the weekend and the situation is more urgent. You can come to my house and I will guide and correct you. Do you understand? Don't misunderstand me!"
"Well, there's no misunderstanding! There's absolutely no misunderstanding!"
Thirty minutes later, the two of them had almost finished chatting. Li Peifeng's cell phone also kept ringing. It was Wu Wenyue and Xu Manying who asked him where he had gone. It was not convenient for him to reply now, so he walked out of the study and prepared to leave.
"Pei Feng is leaving?"
Li Xin, who was in the kitchen wearing a scarf and cooking, saw this scene, put down the spatula in her hand, and came up to her: "My meal will be ready soon, and I've brought you a portion. Stay here to finish the meal."
Let’s go.”
"No, no, no!"
Li Peifeng waved his hands repeatedly: "This weekend, my parents came to the capital to visit me. I may have to eat with them today."
"Oh, your parents are here?"
Li Xin's heart moved and she nodded slightly: "That's because I want to go back to spend time with my parents, but... are you free tomorrow?"
"Um, what's wrong with you?"
Li Xin smiled gently and said: "I heard Dean Chen talk about you recently, and I didn't expect that you are actually a great writer. Your uncle and I are very curious about what kind of parents can cultivate such a talented person.
It just so happens that they are also in the capital now, so I thought it would be better for our two families to have a meal together tomorrow and chat."
Li Peifeng felt a little panicked and a little confused. Why did he invite his whole family to dinner?
But in the past, he would have agreed eagerly.
Who is the woman in front of me? The vice president of the International Trade College of a 211 University in the capital.
Who is Zhao Qingge’s father? Dean of the School of Foreign Languages at Yanda.
It can be said that these two are leaders in their respective academic fields. To put it bluntly, they are talkative people. They have deep resources and extensive connections. A casual word may save them many years of hard work.
If you hug her on your lap, you will have a bright future. Li Peifeng thought so before, but now he really isn't too interested because he has already hugged their daughter Zhao Qingge's lap.
If you, as a student of Zhao Qingge, bring your parents to this family banquet...it would be so awkward! In the future, if the two families become one family and sit down to eat together, how will they get along with each other?
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"Also, your supervisor is very concerned about your Ph.D. studies and future employment."
Li Xin then smiled and said: "It just so happens that I can also take this opportunity to talk to your parents. If you have other difficulties or are confused about your future employment. If your tutor can't help you, your aunt and uncle may be able to help you."
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After hearing what she said, Li Peifeng vaguely understood something. He glanced at Zhao Qingge subconsciously, but the other party shook his head slightly. He understood completely in his heart, so he put on a silly look and apologized sincerely.
"I'm sorry, Auntie, I have an appointment with my parents to go shopping tomorrow during the day. They will take the train home in the afternoon, so we can wait until they come for the next winter vacation to talk about the meal." After saying that, he turned around decisively.
"Director, aunt, there's no need to send her off, goodbye!"
"Slow down." Zhao Qingge walked to the door anyway.
"Click."
The security door has been closed. Li Xin frowned and looked unhappy: "This young man looked quite mature before. Why, didn't you understand what I said just now?!"
Zhao Qingge looked very relaxed: "I told you, he doesn't want to study for a Ph.D., or even hold a teaching position. In the future, he just wants to be a writer and write books."
"Is it?"
Li Xin glanced at her and warned: "Don't let students come to your home in the future, especially male students. It will be bad if it causes some gossip."
Zhao Qingge snorted with a nasal tone: "I know."
Li Xing just wanted to turn around and go into the kitchen, but then she remembered something and stopped, with sharp eyes: "By the way, Duoduo, did you just tell me that you wanted to resign?"
Zhao Qingge looked at the kitchen, where the wok was emitting black smoke on the stove, and reminded: "Your food will be burnt."
"Oh, I forgot about it!" Li Xin ran to the kitchen in a panic and forgot about it.
Zhao Qingge slowly returned to the study, locked the door, picked up the golden bouquet made of ginkgo leaves on the desk, sat on the chair and looked at it in silence for a long time, and sighed inaudibly.
Then, she took out the cowhide diary from the drawer, turned to the latest blank page, picked up the pen and wrote down a sentence.
"My years have been wasted and I am exhausted. I am hopeless, miserable, and regretful. I am like this golden flower made of withered leaves. It is beautiful, but my death is coming."
"I've already thought about my epitaph."
"I have written, but the paper is full of empty words; I have loved, and I have caught the moon in the water; I have lived, and I am confused."
"Let the wind be stronger. I want to make a charge in my last golden age, even if it is destined to fail."
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