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Chapter 164 The Message That Can't Be Delivered

"Warmly congratulate our school Chen Yiwen's video art team for being nominated for the Capital University Student Film Festival!"

Yan Man stood by the side of the road and directed the janitors to hang up this banner on the main road.This was Zhang Chengchuan's instruction. After learning that Chen Yiwen was shortlisted, he immediately rushed to ask the logistics department to make a banner. The inkjet painting on it was not yet dry.

But as soon as the banner was hung, it didn't take long before the banner was full of people.

Among them were students, as well as some faculty members, standing there in amazement.

Su Qian, Xiang Xinyi, Yan Xi, and Shen Yue, a group of people who had a small meal outside the school to improve their lives, just saw such a red scarf fluttering banner, and they were directly in front of their eyes, filling the entire field of vision.

"Shortlisted!? No, Chen Yiwen and the others are shortlisted!" Xiang Xinyi held the milk tea and turned her head to look at the three people around her in surprise.

Su Qian nodded. Judging from the voices of the people around her, this was clearly a fact.

In the eyes of the three "what is this?", Yan Xi said, "I'm afraid this is a pioneering work of the business school."

Su Qian turned her head to Shen Yue, "What kind of work did Chen Yiwen shoot...how did this get shortlisted!"

Shen Yue shook her head, "I don't know." She was wearing a floral dress, and her roommates said that her clothes used to be conservative, but now they are more sexy and more feminine. Now Shen Yue She only thought that if she met Chen Yiwen suddenly one day at school, she would walk over with a very generous attitude and ignore him.

As a result, Chen Yiwen's traces of existence could not be avoided at all, and this imprint seemed to be getting stronger and stronger in the business school, with greater impact each time.

Looking at the content on the banner, Shen Yue was a little dazed, didn't she... She clearly said that it was too late...

……

Across the street, Yan Man saw Qin Wenquan. Half a year ago, Qin Wenquan would pose to her in the office, always speak with a sense of superiority, and whenever there were trivial matters, he would order her to do them.Yan Man was also quite angry at the beginning, and even blatantly resisted.But who would have thought that she would be found by the department to find faults and troubles several times, after which Yan Man understood.

The business school is not necessarily dark, and it is not Qin Wenquan who can cover the sky with one hand, but Qin Wenquan has an uncle who is the vice principal behind him, and there will always be someone who is willing to show favor to Principal Tian, ​​so as to find trouble for her little counselor.Because her status is the lowest and the least sense of existence after all, no one will think it is a big deal when she is wronged and suffers a little bit.

But now.Yan Man looked up at the banner, thinking of Zhang Chengchuan's kind appearance and polite attitude when he personally approached him to inform him.It didn't look like Director Zhang, who used to be the one where all the counselors would change their faces when they talked about it. To them, the counselors were always looking at all kinds of problems with a stern face, more like his once kind-hearted tutor.

Seeing Qin Wenquan's sour expression over there again, he is in the office now, Yan Man can directly slap him, and he has nothing to do with her.Yan Man felt relieved for a while, and there must be people congratulating Qin Wenquan to the outside world. After all, he is Chen Yiwen's class teacher, but whether it is the instructor or his promotion, the benefits all fall on himself, and Qin Wenquan has no benefit at all.Presumably, the ups and downs in my heart now are a lot.

Live it!

Yan Man thought so with some revenge.

There is no way, who told me that I have such a clear love and hate.

……

When the red congratulatory banners of the business school were flying in the shade of the four main roads, Zhuo Jun was not at school, but returned to his home.

Inside the old tube building, in those homes where the slender clotheslines cut the sky, the sun can't shine.

Before entering the door, his old mobile phone had been turned to silent. Before that, there were text messages constantly popping up in the friend group and class group.He didn't set these as shields, because he could feel the turbulent atmosphere in the business house at this time by constantly looking at the message reminders that jumped on the screen.

"I'm back!" Zhuo Xiangshan nodded at him, and his mother was swaying in the kitchen with a thin figure, and served the dishes after a while.

The smell of traditional Chinese medicine still lingers in the house.

"Let's eat."

Zhuo Jun saw the food on the table, which was quite "rich" for their family, two fried meats, one vegetarian dish and one soup.

"Didn't you come back today? Your mother made a special trip to cook your favorite dishes because of your body. Normally, your mother and I will have a bowl of noodles and a bowl of porridge." Zhuo Xiangshan's eyes showed a little softness Come.

"My mother is not in good health. You are too. What time has it been and you still don't pay attention to nutrition..." Zhuo Jun looked at them and said.

"Let's eat, let's eat." Zhuo Xiangshan interrupted him, "We have never experienced anything in this life, we have passed it! Just take care of yourself at school!"

Then the family ate, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

We both know that the film in everyone's heart has not been broken.

Zhuo Xiangshan took a few mouthfuls of food, looked over, and said, "I've been to your school a few times in private...just to see what you're doing..."

Zhuo Jun stopped his movements.

The mother gave Zhuo Xiangshan a reproachful look, meaning what are you telling your son about this! ?

"Oh." Zhuo Jun still nodded.

Of course he knew about this, but what Zhuo Xiangshan didn't know was that every time he came, an intelligence network was woven against him, and his movements were closely watched.

That's why he could see Zhuo Jun concentrating on doing the questions in the self-study room, reading a book near the window in the library, and walking towards the teaching building with a book in his arms.

"...Don't blame Dad for taking care of you. I just want you to be promising."

"Ah."

"I'll be hospitalized next Wednesday... At the hospital, your uncle will come over, so you don't have to worry about it... When I'm not around, you will help take care of your mother in this house."

Listen to what seems to be a pun in the language.

Zhuo Jun didn't respond.Eat with a sullen head.

At night, Zhuo Jun lay on his bed after washing.

He didn't turn on the light. His parents gave him the only room with a window in the house. Outside his window was a huge yellow horned tree, which would cast its whirling shadow in summer and occasionally emit the aroma of yellow flowers.

The only light in the night was the fluorescent light of his mobile phone which was occasionally lit by his pillow.Whenever the screen is about to be turned off, a message will be sent in.

There are many groups on his mobile phone, Chen Yiwen's group, the art team's group with Zhao Jiajia and the others, the class group, the football team's group... There are a lot of news in it, and they are constantly being delivered.

But Zhuo Jun was lying on the pillow, his eye circles were always red, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling a huge impulse in his heart, but today he came home because Zhuo Xiangshan was about to be hospitalized for an operation, and in order to avoid his emotions Uncertain and unstable appeared on the Internet, so he didn't tell him the news.

father!

We've qualified for the national competition!
I'm shortlisted!
(End of this chapter)