The counter sister was stunned for a moment. Of course, it was only a momentary pause. She quickly restored her professional smile and repeated what Qian Zhi had just said, "What do you need, is glitter pink?"

Qianzhi nodded, "Yes, dark pink is also fine."

After a pause, she thought for a while and added, "Actually, as long as it's pink, it's fine."

"This is no problem at all. In addition to pink, purple, rose red, or gold, we have them all available here, but they are all limited. Take a look..."

Qian Zhi remembered Assistant Xia's words, "It's okay, as long as it's pink."

The counter sister nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the back room.

In fact, just now when she heard the counter sister mention those colors, Qian Zhi's thoughts drifted to the past inexplicably.

She also thought of the so-called entire series of bags that Song Qishen bought for her.

He later asked her why she didn't memorize it, but Qian Zhi was fooled.

With seven such colorful colors, it would be okay if she sometimes matched her back with the color of her clothes, but if she really changed them non-stop every day, it would be really unbearable.

While Qian Zhi was still thinking about it, the counter sister pushed another row over for her to choose from.

She looked at it and finally chose the shirt and tie that the counter sister had originally recommended. How to wear it depends on Song Qishen himself.

However, since Assistant Xia has been Song Qishen's special assistant for so long, he should be considered someone who understands his preferences.

In this way, he won't like it.

The week after the class dinner, while Qian Zhi was busy with her studies, she completed the first draft of the design and directly submitted it to the online channel for the preliminary round.

The next step is to wait for the notification to see if you can get a ticket for the finals.

It is said that there will be major innovations in the re-examination of this year's design competition, and the location of the re-examination should also be changed by then.

However, according to the announcement on the official website, the specific content will not be announced until the results of the preliminary round are available.

After Qian Zhi spent an uneventful week at school, she went back to Nanyuan on the weekend as usual.

Considering that Assistant Xia was also busy, she rejected Song Qishen's proposal to ask Assistant Xia to pick her up.

Qianzhi used to often take taxis alone, and she didn't have any bad habits.

Because classes were late on Friday, when Qian Zhi walked to the main entrance of Beijing University, the sky was still a familiar deep one and the wind was cold.

After calling a taxi on her mobile app, she stood quietly under the tree and waited.

Unlike the quietness of the side entrance, the flow of people at the main entrance of Beijing University is actually quite large. Opposite is the dormitory area. The road extends from left to right, with its own commercial streets and snack streets.

Taking a closer look at the area around Beijing University, there are also gathering places for higher education institutions in Yincheng. If you look around, you will see that there are various universities adjacent to each other.

This also means that students from Peking University are not the only ones coming and going on the street.

After Qianzhi waited for a while, a group of noisy people crossed the road across the street.

They were singing and making loud noises. Even on the slightly noisy street outside the school, they made a lot of noise.

Qianzhi couldn't help it, and looked up. There were about a dozen people, both men and women, dressed very fashionably. In a season like winter, they all wore very little.

When she got closer, Qian Zhi saw a particularly familiar figure, Qin Jin.

It seems that she was originally going to go abroad, but somehow she came to Beijing University.

But unlike Qian Zhi, a serious student who was admitted, the Qin family spent a little money and Qin Jin entered the International College of Peking University as a special recruit.

It is said that it is an international college, and the people in it are separated from normal students in class. This is also the acquiescence of all Peking University students. Admission is not based on grades alone. Everything is self-explanatory.

However, Peking University is an old school after all, and the International College is just a name. When it comes to serious issues such as diplomas and degree certificates, the department is not responsible.

If it is said to be a college, then the suffix is ​​the International College. Apart from the accommodation and campus being put together, everything else is very different.

When Qin Jin refused to go abroad and had to study in Beijing University for several years, Qian Zhi could not understand why he was still in such a branch.

After the decline of the Qin family, even the special recruitment quota for Peking University International College was still requested by Qianjia as a gift in the first place.

Sometimes money alone is not enough.

Qin Jin didn't look towards Qian Zhi at first, but when he was almost close, he looked over inadvertently, and then his eyes paused.

The two of them each have their own circles in school, and they haven't been able to play together since they were young. When they meet each other on weekdays, they just say hello briefly without exchanging too much greetings.

Except for some moments when the two of them were sarcastic and submissive to each other, the relationship between them was actually just right.

After Qin Jin saw Qian Zhi, he tilted his head and didn't know what he said to the girl next to her. Then, the group of people whistled a few times and entered the school gate first.

Qin Jin raised his legs and walked towards this side. Qian Zhi couldn't pretend not to see it, so she nodded symbolically.

"Where are you going?" Qin Jin said directly with his hands on his shoulders.

Qian Zhi glanced at her knowingly asking, "I'm going home."

After hearing this, Qin Jin snorted from his nose with no clear meaning and sneered, "Do you still have a home?"

"Why can't I have a family?" Qian Zhi suddenly laughed.

The prettier Qian Zhi smiled, the more uncomfortable Qin Jin became. She simply stopped showing off and asked hurriedly, "What did you say about the matter with Brother Qi Shen?"

"Just wait, it's not a lie anyway." Qian Zhi did Tai Chi and directly changed the subject.

Qin Jin wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Qian Zhi, "There are some things I don't want to say too openly, so don't worry about me all the time."

"You'd better not talk nonsense in school." Qian Zhi stared at her for a while and then spoke slowly.

Qin Jin's eyes were round and she looked angry, but she pretended to be calm, with disdain in her tone, and said stiffly, "Who cares about you? Do you want me to tell you that I don't care about you?" Tell me."

Qin Jin doesn't like to be robbed of the spotlight by Qian Zhi, saying this will only make everyone more curious and envious of Qian Zhi.

The most real thought deep in her heart was that the news was false, and she hoped that there would be nothing between the two of them.

But the reality is helpless and true, that is, the Qin family has been attached to the Qian family in recent years. Qin Jin only talked about it, but when it was her turn, she did not dare to make mistakes.

But every time she talks, she doesn't get enough of it.

Because she could never say enough about Qian Zhi.

Therefore, Qin Jin felt that Qianzhi looked unscrupulous and innocent on the surface, but in fact she was not like that on the inside.

It turned out that the relationship between the two of them was that of a well and a river. After Qin Jin finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the scene where Song Qishen had hit her hard in the face invisibly. His heart was torn and she felt particularly uncomfortable.

That way is simply more cruel than an executioner.

What Qin Jin wanted to say in the end was when he saw Qian Zhi answer the phone, then waved perfunctorily and got directly into a reserved car.

Qin Jin was still trying to find a topic, but he was caught off guard and was hit with car exhaust fumes.

Qian Zhi is now very familiar with Nanyuan. She went straight to the elevator and went to the second floor. She took a shower and changed into home clothes, then slowly wiped her hair and walked out.

It was unexpected to meet Qin Jin today, but he didn't have much impact on her mood. He was even more subtle than a mosquito.

Qianzhi took a bath and came out. She felt extremely comfortable. Every cell flowing in the blood was slowly opening, clamoring for comfort.

On a winter night, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the small living room, wiping her half-dried hair and looking out at the evening scene. She felt inexplicably quiet and at ease.

Today Song Qishen said he would be back. Qian Zhi saw that he didn't specify the time, so she subconsciously thought it would be very late.

After wandering around in boredom for a while, Qian Zhi felt a little hungry and planned to go downstairs to find something to eat.

Classes on Friday night ended late, and she had dinner with her roommates before leaving the school. Time flew by, and Qian Zhi was hungry again.

The first floor in Nanyuan is much brighter than the second floor.

The light glare made Qian Zhi's eyes narrow. She manually turned off a few of the bright white lights, then walked to the wine cabinet with familiarity, took out a lollipop from the drawer next to it, and held it in her mouth.

There is a study room in the corridor from the wine cabinet to the kitchen.

Song Qishen usually works there when he is at home.

I just glanced at it from a distance and saw that there was no light at all in the study.

However, at this moment, there was a faint, familiar smell of lotus-scented Pu'er.

Qian Zhi came closer, her steps paused for a moment, and a little light leaked from the crack in the study door.

She was doubtful, and a bold idea came to her mind. Then, Qian Zhi opened the door directly.

as expected--

In front of the bookcase, a tall figure stood.

Song Qishen wore gold-rimmed glasses and held something like blue and white porcelain in his long, jade-like hands. He lowered his eyes and was looking at it carefully.

The gentle warm light in the study gave him a golden glow as he walked around at this moment.

The white and well-jointed knuckles rest on the navy blue and white pattern, turning sharply like a sharp sword from its sheath.

It's like the collision of modern soul and ancient art, a strange fusion.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he raised an eyebrow and looked towards the door slowly.

"came back?"

"Yeah." Qianzhi responded, not moving at the door, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you're back?"

If only Song Qishen had not stayed in the study all the time like now, but "appeared" inadvertently at a certain moment.

Then Qianzhi would definitely be so frightened that she fainted on the spot.
To be continued...