Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Lin Qinghuan stayed abroad for five years, keeping to himself and devoting himself to painting.

I still think about the past, but as time goes by, my heart calms down. It's like scratching an itch, I can't forget it but it seems insignificant.

"Qinghuan, I no longer have anything to teach you. Why don't you return to your country?" asked teacher Ye Jingzhe.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, "Teacher is going to kick me out?"

"Your accomplishments surpassed mine a year ago. Now you are a famous painter. In terms of fame and status, I will have to rely on you from now on."

Ye Jingzhe had never seen such a talented person. It took him more than 20 years to achieve what Lin Qinghuan did in less than four years.

"Teacher, you are joking."

"Do you have any secrets to studying? I can pass them on to your fellow junior students in the future?" Ye Jingzhe joked. He remembered this question. He had asked Lin Qinghuan countless times over the years.

Lin Qinghuan picked up the brush again and put the last stroke on the paper. A figure seemed to appear in front of him and said with a smile, "Without love in my heart, I will naturally draw my sword."

"Hahaha...you little girl..."

If there is no love in your heart, you will naturally become a god when you draw your sword.

This is the truth she told.

After letting go of a relationship, she devoted all her energy and time to painting, to what she loved, with full concentration and no distractions.

Maybe this is the innocence of a child.

Ye Jingzhe handed Lin Qinghuan a red, festive envelope. "Old Wei asked me to send you an invitation letter. You have been named an outstanding alumnus for the 200th anniversary of Peking University. Do you want to go back and receive an award?"

As early as a year ago, the Peking University School of Art extended an olive branch to Lin Qinghuan, wanting to admit her as a teacher, but she refused.

Kyoto University is her alma mater, and it is also the place she tried desperately to escape from.

When she went abroad five years ago, Lin Qinghuan was so cruel that she cut off all contact with everyone and hid herself alone in this foreign country.

But at the same time it is also growing wildly.

"Well, it's time to go back." Lin Qinghuan nodded.

"My dear disciple, no matter what your original purpose for coming here was, if you are not satisfied after returning to your country, the teacher will always keep the door open for you." As if thinking of something, Ye Jingzhe smiled teasingly, "Oh, I forgot how many hundreds of millions you are worth now. Why do you need the teacher to take you in? I will have to rely on you for my retirement in the future."

"Teacher, don't worry, but I still sincerely suggest that you listen to your grandmother and grandfather and find a mistress as soon as possible. After all, you are already this old."

"You girl."

...

We landed in Beijing the night before the school anniversary.

Lin Qinghuan declined the invitation and told Teacher Wei that she would attend, but only as an ordinary alumnus. She also stated that she had some inconveniences.

Teacher Wei expressed his understanding.

"Qing Huan, do you still remember your junior brother?"

Lin Qinghuan was stunned.

"As for Professor Luo's son, Luo Zhouran, he is also very capable now. He has become a well-known young director and screenwriter in China. The movie he just directed had a box office of 32 billion. He also returned to China to participate in this event."

Lin Qinghuan smiled knowingly.

I am sincerely happy for Luo Zhouran's achievements.

They all shine in the fields they love.

Everyone in Peking University knew about Lin Qinghuan's two-timing incident. After all, the identities of the two parties involved were unusual: one was the son of a professor, and the other was the son of a top chaebol family.

"Teacher Wei, please congratulate Zhou Ran on my behalf."

"Don't you want to go and meet her?" Teacher Wei asked. After all, most people knew that Luo Zhouran liked Lin Qinghuan.

"No."

If he is not a special guest, there will be no rehearsal session.

But Lin Qinghuan still found a corner, not for anything, just to take a look at Luo Zhouran.

He was living a good life, and Lin Qinghuan still wanted to witness it with her own eyes.

"Senior Luo Zhouran is so handsome and talented. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Do you want to go up and ask for his contact information?"

"Didn't you hear what the seniors said? The senior has a lover, but she went abroad and there is no news. The senior has been looking for her all these years."

"Oh my god, what kind of Bai Yueguang would reject someone as young, rich and talented as you."

"He must be an equally outstanding person!"

"It seems that the senior and his white moonlight and another legendary figure of Beijing University, He Yanlang, attended the school forum together."

"He Yanlang is the ceiling of Peking University, wuwuwuwu... I really want to see the true face of He Yanlang, who is recognized as the best-looking campus idol since the founding of Peking University."

"What's going on the school forum?"

"Love triangle, huh?"

Lin Qinghuan was ashamed. This matter has been circulating for five years and it’s still being spread again?

"It's not a love triangle. Someone on the forum has already said it. Two men fight for one woman."

"Fuck, you mean that Senior Luo Zhouran's white moonlight is also the school hunk's white moonlight."

"Oh my god... I want to take a look at that senior sister now. What kind of beauty does she have that makes two handsome men fight for her?"

"I don't know. Senior Luo Zhouran is so capable, but he still didn't find that senior sister. I guess that senior sister must have been secretly with He Xiaochu and had a baby."

Lin Qinghuan: .....