After a long time, Liu Daqing sighed: "Donglin, have you ever thought about the price you have to pay for doing this?"
"..."
"This is a war without gunpowder. Time and energy are all. Maybe, you will lose many things. Not only wealth and status, but also other things..."
"I've already thought it through."
"It doesn't matter even if you lose Yan Xixi?"
This time, he didn't answer, he just remained silent.
In the blink of an eye, Christmas is coming.
The campus has also begun to have a strong holiday atmosphere, but Yan Xixi is very busy. 24 hours is not enough here, and she wishes to extend it to 48 hours a day.
This is a strange place: no matter how hard you work, someone will work harder than you; no matter how smart you are, there will always be someone smarter than you.
Each time his horizons broadened, his studies deepened each time, and Yan Xixi's vigilance was refreshed again and again - the sense of superiority that he was proud of in his early years with his IQ has long since disappeared.
In order to excel, you don't have to work twice as hard - you have to work n times as hard.
In a daze, I actually forgot about the sadness of spring and autumn.
It wasn't until the eve of the holiday that she picked up her cell phone and realized that there had been no news from Wang Donglin for a long time - to be precise, after she arrived in Boston on a private plane arranged by Queen Mother Liu, there was no news from Wang Donglin at all.
She occasionally sends him WeChat messages, but he never replies.
The head of the big man who picks his feet is always black. He seems to have not had that kind of free time for a long time.
She also considered calling him many times, but always gave up.
She thought, if he had enough time, he would definitely call me; if he was busy, wouldn't it be harassing him if I called him? If he had time but didn't call me, then why should I contact him?
When she was busy studying, all these problems could be covered up, but the holiday suddenly came, and on this day, countless people reunited with their families, and many people planned to go on dates with friends or go on trips, but she was worried that she had no plans.
Even if you are alone, there are still people worth missing: Wang Donglin, Xu Xiaoya, Queen Mother Liu... She really wants to see them.
She wanted to go back, but she didn't dare. Before leaving, Wang Donglin's warning still rang in her ears: As long as I don't speak out personally, you are absolutely not allowed to come back.
He didn't ask her to go back, and he didn't even make a phone call.
Finally, she couldn't hold it back and sent him a WeChat message: "Brother Donglin, how will you spend Christmas this year?"
"By the way, we are also going on vacation. This is a big vacation. It lasts very long. It is equivalent to winter vacation. I have worked hard for so long and I want to relax..."
Even the tone was deliberately light: "I'm going to take a trip. The initial plan is to go to Yellowstone Park. I've always wanted to go, you know..."
However, there has been no reply.
From morning to evening, she kept staring at her phone, even if she was studying, she was absent-minded. But by night, she gave up completely, as if the reply would never come again.
There were constant harassing phone calls, all from boys. One of them, Li Xianzhen, called her several times and enthusiastically invited her to go to Seoul with him.
The last call was from Li Mingyu. He was very enthusiastic: "Yan Xixi, do you want to spend Christmas together? I have prepared a super big turkey. Do you want to eat it together?"
She was very polite: "No, I'm not going anywhere this holiday."
"Staying at home all the time? That would be a pity."
"I'm way behind on my homework, so I have to make up for it during the holidays."
"You have too high demands on yourself, you are pretty, why do girls have to work so hard?"
"You go and play, don't worry about me."
She put her phone aside and picked up her books again. Her grades in the first semester could only be said to be okay, but she was still far from her goal.
Don't think that you still have a lot of time. Time doesn't spare anyone, especially women.
But that night, my study effect was not good. I kept looking at my phone in a daze, and I still had a faint fantasy in my heart: Brother Donglin, are you really so busy that you have completely forgotten me?
(It has been delayed during the Qingming Festival, so ten updates will be resumed from tomorrow.)
