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In the evening, Jiang Zhuo received a call from Teacher Liu of the college.
Teacher Liu told him about studying abroad. In fact, it was not just studying abroad. The symphony orchestra of the Burary Conservatory of Music also offered Jiang Zhuo an olive branch.
After Jiang Zhuo heard this, he replied: "Teacher Liu, I want to think about it again."
"You still want to consider it?" Teacher Liu disagreed very much. "Professor Smith of Burary College admires you very much. If you can enroll and become his disciple, it is equivalent to half the success. Professor Smith will not wait for you, and the opportunity will be even less I will wait for you, Jiang Zhuo, you have to take advantage of it."
He thought for a long time: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, he returned to the living room from the balcony. Qin Zhaoli and Jiang Lie were watching a TV series. It was a very bloody show. The two girls were complaining while watching. . .
Jiang Zhuo sat next to Qin Zhaoli: "Alie, you go back to the room first."
Jiang Lie is already a grown-up girl and knows that it is inappropriate for children: "Oh."
She went back to her room and said by the way: "I want to do a hearing test and wear headphones."
She closed the door.
Qin Zhaoli picked up the remote control and pressed pause: "Is there anything you want to say?"
"Well." Jiang Zhuo said, "The quota for international students at Burary College has been released, and I am among them."
He is a little depressed.
Qin Zhaoli said: "This is a good thing." She did not show any negative emotions.
She knew that as long as she frowned, Jiang Zhuo would have a shackle on his feet and he would be unable to walk.
He was just the opposite, with all his emotions showing on his face and his eyes full of worry: "It will take at least two years."
Qin Zhaoli sat cross-legged on the sofa, face to face with him, and asked calmly: "Are there any winter or summer vacations?"
"have."
¡°What about the usual holidays?¡±
He said dejectedly: "There should be."
Before he expressed his position in front of her, she had already started to make arrangements: "You come back during the winter and summer vacations, and I will go over during the holidays."
He remained silent for a long time and muttered: "Two years is too long."
Qin Zhaoli actually didn't want to be in a different place at all, and was even a little afraid, fearing that the distance would make them estranged, but she couldn't trip him up. She had seen him play the cello, played on the stage, and practiced with his hands. She knew how difficult it was for him to get to where he is today wearing a hearing aid.
She could not hesitate or show any reluctance or uneasiness. She said firmly: "You will go even if it takes five years. The opportunity will not wait for you, but I will."
Jiang Zhuo frowned, feeling disappointed: "Aren't you going to keep me?"
If she stays, he won't be able to leave.
Qin Zhaoli shook his head: "You want to go, don't you?"
Yes, he wants to go.
He wanted to be on his own as soon as possible, wanted to fill her with glory, and wanted to be someone she could be proud of.
But, but
He felt very sad: "I can't bear to leave you, I don't want to be separated from you."
"Then we make an appointment to meet once a month, whether you come over or I come over."
"Only once."
He sighed heavily.
Qin Zhaoli was a little dumbfounded. She had her own busy schedule and he had his studies. It was already difficult to meet him once a month.
"We can't be too greedy."
Jiang Zhuo continued to sigh, his head was drooping, and he was very worried. He was actually a little afraid that he would fall out of favor after being in a different place for a long time.
Qin Zhaoli asked: "When will you leave?"
"Early June."
"There's still half a month." She lay down with her head on his lap, her body turned sideways, facing his lower abdomen. This position was a bit dangerous, and her eyes were a bit dangerous, "Boys should protect themselves outside, you know? ?¡±
It¡¯s a warning.
Jiang Zhuo nodded: "Yes."
She continued to warn: "Don't get too close to other girls."
He continued to nod obediently: "Yes."
"It's best not to have boys." Qin Zhaoli is someone who has seen big scenes. "Some boys nowadays will also look for boyfriends."
He agreed: "Yes."
"Don't study part time while working." Mr. Qin said, "Our family is rich."
Although Mr. Qin gave up a group, how could Mr. Qin have no private money?
Her breath was hot and sprayed on Jiang Zhuo's lower abdomen. He leaned back and said, "I don't want to spend your money."The domineering president¡¯s quotation comes again: ¡°No matter how much you spend, I will get it back from you.¡±
""
Jiang Zhuo licked his lips, his throat felt itchy.
He stepped back a little further: "I promise you won't do any other part-time jobs, only those related to your major."
Qin Zhaoli hugged his waist to prevent him from hiding: "You have to leave in half a month, I want to make up for it first."
His body was a little stiff and his expression was blank: "What should I do?"
Qin Zhaoli stood up and pulled him up: "Let's go to the next door to prevent Jiang Lie from hearing."
He knows what to make up for.
It is necessary to buy two houses because Qin Zhaoli is very bold, direct and excessive in everything he does
The door to the room was closed, and Qin Zhaoli's voice came from the quilt: "Jiang Zhuo, I don't want to use it."
Their family is the opposite of most other families, Qin Zhaoli is usually the one who messes around.
Jiang Zhuo tried to maintain calmness and calmness: "No."
Qin Zhaoli found an excuse: "The safety period doesn't matter."
This sentence can be called a quotation from a scumbag.
Qin Zhaoli often takes advantage of this to cheat.
"It's important." Jiang Zhuo touched the box on the bedside, "We can't get the marriage certificate yet, and I want to leave you alone here, so there can be no accidents."
"snort."
Someone is not satisfied.
She said very queenly: "You lie down, I want to do it myself."
""
After a while.
"oh."
The next day, just after Chen, the sun was shining, the fog in the mountains had not dissipated, the green mountains and trees were blurry in the white sky, the temple bell rang, and the young monk in front of the hall sat under the cypress tree, hanging his head. Bald head, weaving baskets with bamboo.
It¡¯s like dreaming back to fairyland.
Hearing the footsteps, the little novice raised his head: "Donor."
The person who came was holding a guide stick, followed by a person who was leading the way. His eyes were dull and unfocused, and he asked the little novice: "Where is your master?"
"Master is chanting sutras." The little novice monk held a half-woven basket, "Donor, are you here to fulfill your wishes or to pray?"
The other party said: "I'm here to sacrifice to the gods."
After he finished speaking, he entered the Buddhist hall and waited outside with his entourage.
After a long, long time, he came out with a blind stick.
The little novice monk has finished weaving a basket that is as big as his head. He is holding the basket to pick pine nuts under the tree. Wearing a coat outside his monk's robe, his child's voice is clear: "Donor, please go slowly."
The other party turned around and asked: "Little monk, do you think people are inherently good or evil by nature?"
The little novice monk said: "The nature is inherently good."
The other party asked again: "Then do you know under what circumstances human nature is most prone to evil?"
The little novice monk shook his head, looking confused.
He took out his glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and put them on: "Injustice, resentment, hatred, betrayal, and inability to love."
It was because Rong Li, the god of Shi Ze, could not love that he fell from the sixth level of heaven to the forty-eighth level of the netherworld.
If you don¡¯t get love, you will easily have inner demons.
There is only one god in the Nine Sky Lights, the omnipresent god who controls judgment, and is heavy (chong) zero.
The little fairy boy hurriedly ran into the palace: "Holy Lord."
The Little Fairy Boy reported: "The red star of Lord Shi Ze has moved."
Chong Ling opened his eyes, with white hair and a cold face: "Summon Shi Zai back to the Sixth Heaven."
Xiqiu.
"It's so cold."
The little banshee was placed on a piece of bluestone, her skirt spread out, and there was gurgling water beside her ears. Her tail picked up the moss on the stone and swayed.
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick: "More."
The demon-killing fire entered her lungs, and half of her life would be burned away even if she didn't die.
With her eyes closed, she didn¡¯t get any refreshment and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Sir, I want more"
There are birds chirping in the mountains.
Rong Li leaned forward, pressed her lips against hers, and continued to breathe into her.
She felt relieved, her frown relaxed, her hands reached out to hug the person in front of her, and her eyes opened: "Mr."
She used her tail to hook the hem of his clothes.
He still looked uncomfortable: "What are you doing?"
She was still dizzy and smiled silly: "You kissed me."
He pushed her hand away and corrected him with a straight face: "I am saving you."
She was lying down, her eyes like stars falling from the sky: "No matter what, you just kiss me."
He tossed his sleeves and turned his head to one side: "I didn't."
"You have, you have, you have"
She fell asleep while thinking about it.
Rong Li sat next to the bluestone for a while, then stood up and whispered in her ear: "Wait for me in Xiqiu. You are not allowed to practice double cultivation with others."
When the little banshee woke up, she was lying under the ginkgo tree, with leaves all over her body. She didn¡¯t know how long she had slept.
She stared in confusion and rubbed her eyes: "Shu Po, where is sir?"
"Shu Po said: "Go back to where he belongs."
The little banshee stood up and dusted her skirt: "Where should he go back?"
The tree lady didn¡¯t speak.
The little banshee kept asking, but the tree lady still said nothing. The wind rustled the leaves, and the hundreds of miles of Xiqiu Mountains bloomed with a mountain of azalea. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)He looked at the stars in the ninth heaven: "No matter what, you just kissed me."
He tossed his sleeves and turned his head to one side: "I didn't."
"You have, you have, you have"
She fell asleep while thinking about it.
Rong Li sat next to the bluestone for a while, then stood up and whispered in her ear: "Wait for me in Xiqiu. You are not allowed to practice double cultivation with others."
When the little banshee woke up, she was lying under the ginkgo tree, with leaves all over her body. She didn¡¯t know how long she had slept.
She stared in confusion and rubbed her eyes: "Shu Po, where is sir?"
"Shu Po said: "Go back to where he belongs."
The little banshee stood up and dusted her skirt: "Where should he go back?"
The tree lady didn¡¯t speak.
The little banshee kept asking, but the tree lady still said nothing. The wind rustled the leaves, and the hundreds of miles of Xiqiu Mountains bloomed with a mountain of azalea. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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