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Yang Mingquan and Wan Fangfang were caught off guard by Fang Chen's gaze, and they lowered their heads and pretended to be busy taking notes. Wan Fangfang felt a little guilty, so she turned her head to Yang Mingquan beside her and pointed at the contents of the notebook seriously, as if asking for advice. Yang Mingquan immediately smiled and whispered to her.

Fang Chen looked very strange: Why are these two sitting together again? They ignored each other a few days ago, but after New Year's Day, they seem to be close again today. As expected, some women are like children, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Wang Huadong was still talking eloquently. He talked earnestly and in a cliché way about the importance of final exam work, and repeatedly warned us not to make any more trouble.

The end-of-term mobilization meeting is coming to an end.

As usual, the secretary talked about ideological discipline, party and league work, and the faculty and staff representative meeting that was about to be held.

After he spoke slowly and rambling for a few sentences, he suddenly changed the subject: "I just found out that Yuan Le and his team's performance at the New Year's Eve party was very popular! Today, Dean He specifically asked me to praise them. Young people have passion, ideas, and talents, which is a good thing. In fact, I have seen their rehearsal and have always been optimistic about Yuan Le and his team..."

Yuan Le, who had been writing something with his head down, just heard his name and looked up at the secretary in a daze.

The secretary paused for a moment. Liu Yishou looked at Yuan Le and saw that he didn't say anything, so he said without losing the opportunity: "Yes, the secretary watched our rehearsal and gave us a lot of pertinent suggestions. The success of this performance depends entirely on the help of the leaders and the support of our colleagues!"

The secretary smiled, "Okay, okay, young people should be enterprising. Let me tell you some news. The improvement of the cultural life of faculty and staff should be put on the agenda. As everyone knows, our school has been renamed for three years, but the society still only knows Jinghua Agricultural College, not Yuandu Urban Management College. The deans are worried about it! This time, as soon as Yuan Le and his team's performance became a hot topic, the name of Yuandu Urban Management College became famous, and the whole network knew about it! So, the deans are so happy that they plan to enrich the cultural life of the campus. This is a great thing!"

Now, the atmosphere became lively.

Everyone was whispering to each other, discussing in low voices:

"How can we enrich the cultural life of the campus? Should we buy everyone a musical instrument?"

"What are you thinking about? Do you know how much a musical instrument costs?"

"That depends on the instrument. For example, how much can a harmonica cost?"

"Harmonica? You're just trying to be naughty."

“Not everyone likes music.”

"Isn't it? If you ask me, everyone should be given a sum of money and can buy whatever they want."

The secretary waved his hand to stop everyone from talking, and said mysteriously: "Everyone, just remember one thing, you must actively participate in all cultural and artistic activities of the school in the future! Especially various cultural and artistic associations, you must participate! You must participate! You must participate! Okay, if there is nothing else, we will adjourn the meeting."

Everyone stood up and walked out, whispering:

"What does the secretary mean? He said three times that you must attend."

"Don't you understand this? I have to repeat important things three times."

"Why is this so important? Besides, where do we have any cultural and artistic associations?"

"That's right, how many associations are there in total?"

"I only know about the Aerobics Association and the Fishing Association."

"There seems to be a calligraphy and painting association, but it has never been active."

“The calligraphy and painting association is for students.”

"Oh……"

"Hey, Mr. Fang, are you in charge of the calligraphy and painting association?"

Fang Chen had just walked to the door when Wang Yunxia pulled his sleeve down.

"Oh, yes..."

"That's great. Can I follow you guys next semester?"

"Oh, okay..."

There are always people interested in calligraphy and painting, and there are always teachers who come to participate in the activities of the calligraphy and painting association, but no one can stick to it. One reason is that the activities are held after get off work or even at night, and the teachers can't spare the time; the other reason is that they don't have that kind of perseverance and endurance.

Fang Chen welcomes everyone who wants to join the activities of the Student Painting and Calligraphy Association. But whether they can stick to it is their own business. Generally, they can't stick to it. Everyone has a family and a job, and they are busy going home when it's time to get off work. Who has the time to paint here?

The busy final exams are over and another semester has passed.

On the first day of winter vacation, Fang Chen actually felt a little lost.

She couldn't tell why, but she just felt empty inside, as if she couldn't muster the energy to do anything.

I really hope I can lie down and have a good sleep for two days.

But no! Her mother had been counting the days, waiting for her holiday.

Alas, time flies by so fast!

During the winter vacation, Jianjian was also very busy. He took MOOCs online every day and participated in some astronomical research.

Fang Chen could only run back and forth by himself, cooking for his parents and then going back to cook for his own family.

Actually, it’s nothing, life is very fulfilling.

However, when I cook at my parents’ house, my mother always watches me and nags me, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

Sometimes she would suddenly say: "It would be nice if Xiaoyu was at home. Your sister is better than you. Unlike you, you have been a nobody since you were a child, always talking nonsense, talking too much, and spouting nonsense..."

Although Fang Chen was a very generous person, he felt somewhat uncomfortable being constantly criticized.

I understand my mother. She just misses her sister.

But when I was a kid, I came back from the countryside with a strong accent, couldn't speak the language, and didn't really talk much. Why did my mother always scold me for being too talkative?

I felt very depressed on the way back from my parents’ house every day, always thinking back to the times when I was beaten and scolded as a child.

Many of them were even beaten and scolded for no reason.

For example, if he said something his sister taught him, or if he was wrongly accused of stealing something, he would be beaten for no reason.

My mother's face was stern and cruel when she was facing her, but gentle and loving when she was facing her older sister and younger brother. When I was a child, I always felt a little envious of her.

But now when I think about it, I feel sad... tears well up in my eyes unconsciously.

As a result, coupled with the tight schedule, I have no mood to cook when I get home, so I always make do with instant noodles, frozen dumplings and the like.

To be filial to parents, you must take care of them and not make them angry. But mother seems to get angry when she looks at him. This dilemma makes Fang Chen feel torn and helpless.

Sometimes I really want to customize a mask of my sister and wear it on my face, so that when I go to see my mother, she won’t be angry, right?

Finally, on New Year’s Eve, sister Xiaoyu brought the children home.

My mother was happy to have my sister accompany me, and she said directly: "You don't have to come tomorrow."

These words were spoken to Fang Chen.

Fang Chen felt like she had been pardoned; she finally had some time of her own.

On the first day of the new year, when cleaning the room, he found a piece of paper from under the bedside table. The words on it were so scribbled that they were difficult to recognize. He could only vaguely make out words like "Riding a Cow", "Playing the Flute", "Chang'an", "In Front of the Jade Steps", "Huang Tingjian", etc. Fang Chen stared at these scribbles in a daze and suddenly remembered what happened ten years ago: he had attempted suicide by jumping into the lake and was rescued by someone.

It's like an eternity.