There are 50 pages of painting books, and Su Wenxiu has drawn more than 30 pages. The protagonists are all Du Qiu. The content is mostly about the daily life she observed, such as writing on the cover of a notepad, programming on the computer in the computer room, cooking in a rental room, blowing conchs in the office, running and exercising on the playground, etc.

These paintings are varied in style, some are as delicate as photos, some are as exaggerated as comics, and some are as beautiful as posters. Du Qiu was also quite moved while marveling at Su Wenxiu's painting talent. If he had not been deeply rooted in his love for him, he would not have remembered these ordinary and boring scenes in life so clearly and vividly.

"Wenxiu, you can draw so well after only half a year of learning. You are very talented. You should find a college of art to study and train them well. Maybe you can become a great painter in the future."

"When I was learning sketching in the summer, the teacher said so. She also suggested that I go back to high school to repeat the year, saying that as long as the college entrance examination cultural courses meet the standards, I will definitely go to the provincial art college." Su Wenxiu pointed to the documents piled on her desk and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to try it, but the company is too busy and has no time."

"No matter who the earth lacks, it will change. The same goes for the company. Look at me, I haven't come here to work for more than half a year, and my performance has not been affected at all, and it is still thriving." Du Qiu turned the painting book back to the first page, and persuaded him while reappreciating it: "Your painting skills are already very good. If you make up for the cultural course, you may be able to get into Central Mei or Gome."

"I may not be able to pass the Provincial Academy of Arts, and I will get the 2000s in 5 courses, even 200 points in the 5 courses." Su Wenxiu was angry and funny. She gave him a blank look and said, "I don't have as good memory as you. I have almost forgotten all the contents in the high school textbooks. I may not even get 200 points in the five courses."

"Art students have little requirements for cultural courses, and they should be able to make up for it in half a year. If they can't make up for it, the company will donate some money to the Provincial Art Academy and open the back door to recruit you." The more Du Qiu looked at her, the more she felt that her talent was extraordinary, and continued to persuade her: "And if you learn art well and become a design director in the future after graduation, you can save a lot of design expenses for the company."

"Tsk! You, the design director, have never saved the company design fees. You charge more than 100,000 yuan per font, and you are so unscrupulous."

"This shows that the design director is promising and can make money for himself even if he can't save money for the company."

"You are really good at fooling you, and it makes sense no matter what you say."

Su Wenxiu is very literary and has long hidden a dream of learning to be a designer in her heart. She is just 20 years old and is in her passionate youth. She has not been bound by money and interests. With Du Qiu's persuasion and encouragement, she was a little moved. After playing Lego with Lin Jinyan for a while, she stood up from the sofa and said, "Du Qiu, if you promise to do me a favor, I will take the college entrance examination."

"What a busy thing, you say, I promise to help."

"Help me take the math class." Su Wenxiu smiled and looked into his eyes, saying, "Uncle Du often says, whoever causes trouble will be responsible to the end. Since you are so hard at tempting me to take the college entrance examination, you have to be responsible to the end, right?"

Her smile was like the buds that had just bloomed in early spring. Naturally, pure and a little shy and complacent, which made Du Qiu inexplicably remember his first love that had traveled through the middle school days before. His heart was soft and he said, "You are cruel, I'll help you with tutoring."

"Then let's get a hook, it's considered signing a contract."

"All right."

Du Qiu stretched out his right hand and pulled the hook with Su Wenxiu. At the moment when his little fingers were entangled with each other, the two looked at each other and smiled, both of them feeling warm when they returned to the beginning of the year. Coincidentally, Lin Jinyan, who was playing on the sofa, called him mother, breaking the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

"Sister, you are a cat, and you don't even make a sound when you come in."

"Why didn't I speak?" Du Chunhua stood by the office door, pinched the handle, and made a gesture of not wanting to come in to disturb him, but couldn't help but peeping. With an aunt-like smile, he raised his calves to show the high heels on his feet, and said, "Hey, it's clattering, the sound is so loud, but you two didn't hear it."

"Who can hear you walking through the door?"

"Jinyan heard it."

Du Qiu had no choice but to her mother. Fortunately, after she heard that Su Wenxiu wanted to apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, she restrained her laughter and said seriously: "Wenxiu, I'm right. You have this talent. It's a pity not to go further. Don't worry about the company. I'll just dig a few more professional managers to help. After the Spring Festival, you can go back to school to attend classes."

"I have been graduating for more than two years, so I don't have the nerve to go to school to study, so I'll study at home." Su Wenxiu held her arm and smiled and broke the news: "Du Qiu said just now that she would help me with tutoring."

"Just make up for math."

"I'm not afraid of other subjects except mathematics, so I don't need your help."

"Wenxiu, as long as you have time, you will ask him to make up for all subjects! He is a genius who can score at least 600 points in the college entrance examination." Du Chunhua teased a few words and thoughts were made, and suggested: "My brother, if you help Wenxiu tutor, you must also learn high school courses. Just go take the exam with her next year, and don't waste the knowledge you have learned."

"What does it mean not to waste it?" Du Qiu smiled and said rudely: "I'm so busy now that I don't have time to review all subjects, and even if I get into college, I can't learn anything. Do you think so, Wenxiu?"

Su Wenxiu and Mingzhe protect herself, not interfering with the war between the siblings, gave Du Qiu a gloating smile, then turned around and went to the sofa to play Lego with Lin Jinyan, pretending to hear nothing.

"Brother, you go and take the entrance exam and come back with an admission notice. Just pretend to satisfy our father's wish. But since you were born, he has been hoping to become a college student when you grow up."

"Sister, don't take our dad out every time and feel sensational?"

"Then do you think it's good to satisfy my sister's wish?" Du Chunhua and Du Qiu were exactly the same, and they also had the bad habit of being a good teacher. They continued to say sensational: "When I was studying, my family was not in good condition and I didn't have the chance to take the college entrance examination. Now I am old and can't even register. I can only use your hand to realize my dream. Otherwise, when Jinyan can take the college entrance examination, I will be old."

Although he knew it was a sensational routine, his mother's words "I'm old" hit Du Qiu's vitals, making him unable to refuse and unable to refuse, so he had to say, "Okay, if I have time in June next year, I'll go to the exam."

"What's the use of having time in June? The college entrance examination will be held in July, July 7, 8 and 9."

"Yeah?"

Du Chunhua's junior high school grades were very good, but in order to support Lin Dawei's study, he gave up the opportunity to go to high school and only went to a normal college. He always felt sorry for him. So when Du Qiu agreed to take the college entrance examination for her, he was very happy from the bottom of his heart. When he went home at night, he not only cooked a few newly learned Huaiyang dishes, but also took out a bottle of Wuliangye that Wang Chang'an gave when he got married.

"Come on, my brother, I have done this glass of storm wine. Start studying hard from tomorrow and improve every day."

"I am studying, not going to the battlefield." Du Qiu was so amused and crying. He raised his wine glass to meet his mother, forced a change of topic, and said, "New Year's Day is coming soon. I wish my dear sister a happy New Year and a permanent youth."

"Uncle, and I, I want to clink a glass with you."

"I wish Jinyan a healthy and happy New Year." Du Qiu and his childhood, holding a juice cup, touched themselves, and said earnestly: "Watch TV less, do more exercise, play more with girls, and practice the methods of picking up girls that my uncle taught you..."

"I want to teach my son badly again!" Du Chunhua knocked on the dining table, interrupting his toxic education, and induced: "Jinyan, what are you wishing for your uncle in the New Year?"

"I wish my uncle will become more handsome and find a few more beautiful girlfriends in the New Year... Oh, mom! It was my uncle who asked me to say that, why did you hit me? Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

"Die! Little brother! You are punished to serve Jinyan tonight, not feed him, let him eat himself, not finish all the rice in the bowl, not leaving the table."

Under the power of his mother, Du Qiu had to atone for his sins and serve Lin Jinyan, who was wronged and had red eyes, but he was tortured to eat. He was tortured with a big head. He either wrapped his mouth in his mouth for a long time without chewing it, or the rice was spilled everywhere, or he threatened not to tell stories or speak, and he wanted to hang himself up and beat him up.

Damn it! I was obviously very obedient before, but why is it so difficult now?

Could it be that after traveling through time, I changed my family environment and became spoiled?

Fortunately, after more than ten minutes of hard work, Liu Yunlai called him from the capital to find him. Du Qiu was relieved and handed over half of his rice bowl to Du Chunhua, sighing: "Sister, you are really the greatest mother in the world. You can actually serve this kid until you grow up to 5 years old."

"You only know?"

Liu Yunlai called and said only one thing, that is, CCTV once again invited Du Qiu to attend the 1996 Spring Festival Gala. Du Qiu was not moved by this, and he was busy cooperating with Microsoft to develop a new programming language, and he couldn't get away with it. He said, "Why do you have to ask me to go? Just find a professional singer to sing the song "Jasmine Blossom". They must be singing better than me."

"It doesn't matter if you sound good. What matters is who sings? You are the positive examples that you want to establish by the above name, and it is a model of many aspects, such as patriotic students, knowledge heroes, entrepreneurial pioneers, etc.." Sun Shaojie's voice vaguely came from Liu Yunlai, and then he reported with a smile: "Shaojie said you are the king killer of the mainland to fight against the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles. If you don't go to the Spring Festival Gala, the boys and girls in China will not agree."

Du Qiu smiled at it and said, "I have nothing to do with the entertainment industry, how could I become a killer of the king?"

"About the late 1980s, every year on New Year's Day and Spring Festival, there will be a craze for buying and selling pirated celebrity posters all over the country. A few days ago, a media went to the book audio-visual wholesale market in the suburbs of Beijing for an undercover investigation, and found that your poster was very popular, almost comparable to the four kings."

"I can't do it, I've never taken any posters."

"Shaojie went to buy a few photos and came back. I saw them. The background happened during the Internet conference. It should be that someone took a lot of photos of you and then used them to make posters." Liu Yunlai laughed and said, "This person should be your fan. His photography level is very high. Each picture is carefully selected. He took you with his guidance and spending money like a lot of money. He looks very good at the style of a celebrity. He makes a few newly graduated college students in Shaojie and his newspaper. He doesn't want to be a fan of them."

I haven't tried much, so why has I become an idol that has become popular all over the country...

When I really make efforts, wouldn’t I have to break through the sky and become a cosmic superstar?

Du Qiu felt a little happy, so he turned on the hands-free button, sat on the sofa, posing in various funny poses while having a serious tone, and talking to Liu Yunlai about the latest policy trends in the capital. After the conversation, he said, "I was very busy during the Spring Festival. Please refuse the matter of the Spring Festival Gala."

"The director of the Spring Festival Gala said that you can send someone to Yuncheng to record the sound in advance. On New Year's Eve, you can't spend much time on the stage to show off."

"Do you lip-sync? I can't go there if this happens." Du Qiu flatly refused. It was not because he had artistic pursuits, but because his special identity was that doing so would damage the company's corporate image. He said: "Once it is exposed, Snapdragon will not be able to get rid of the suspicion of fraud in the future."

"Mr. Du is right, because I don't think about it. Just thinking about using the Spring Festival Gala to promote the company is a bit lost." Liu Yunlai also reacted and said, "I'll call the director of the Spring Festival Gala now to talk to him."

At this time, Du Qiu saw his mother standing at the kitchen door, gestured to him with an incomprehensible expression, so he turned off the hands-free, asked Liu Yunlai to wait for a while, then walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Central TV invites you to the Spring Festival Gala but you don't go?"

"You want to go?"

"Nonsense, who doesn't want to go to the Spring Festival Gala?" Du Chunhua was so angry that he knocked his arm with chopsticks and said, "It's such a glorious thing for going to the Spring Festival Gala. Our father would definitely be very happy if he knew about it. Since you were invited, you can go and sing. Anyway, your singing is not bad now."

"Sister, why are you taking our dad out to sensation again?" Du Qiu was speechless and said, "I really don't have time."

"Nonsense! I'll ask you, will you go back to your hometown this Spring Festival?"

"Of course I'll go back." Du Qiu had already planned and said, "We took a plane to Chuncheng on the 28th of the 12th lunar month, and then drove back. I will go back to Yuncheng on the second day of the lunar month. You and Jinyan will leave after the fifteenth of the first lunar month."

"Don't you have four or five days of free time?" Du Chunhua helped him modify his plan and said, "The transportation in my hometown is inconvenient. If it snows heavily, you can't leave even if you want to leave in the second year of junior high school. It will definitely delay the projects you are doing now, so don't go back and take our dad to the capital for the New Year. Then, you will go back to Yuncheng to continue working in the second year of junior high school. Dawei and I will send our dad back to our hometown."

"Can our dad agree?"

"I promise he will agree, you can do what I said."

"Oh well."

Du Qiu didn't have a deep relationship with his hometown, so it didn't matter where he celebrated the New Year. He went back just to accompany his grandfather. Since his mother guaranteed that his grandfather would go to the capital, everything was fine. So he picked up the phone again and said to Liu Yun: "I can go to the Spring Festival Gala, but don't lip-sync it."

"good."
Chapter completed!