The green camphor tree has a deep view

When Wen Qing came out of the kitchen, the dining room had been cleaned and hot scented tea was brewed in the living room. Grandma was warmly inviting Gu Huaiyuan to sit for a while and drink tea before leaving.

Seeing that Zhou Wen looked a little tired, Gu Huaiyuan politely declined Ding Shuzhen's invitation to stay, and prepared to leave as soon as possible, using the excuse that he had to go back to school to check laboratory data.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Gu Huaiyuan to stay, and knowing that he lived nearby, Ding Shuzhen brought him some local specialties from her hometown without hesitation.

She found a clean bag and filled it up. Afraid that Gu Huaiyuan would not accept the gifts, she stuffed them directly into Wen Qing's pocket and asked her to take Gu Huaiyuan out and put the gifts in his car.

Wen Qing took the bag that her grandmother stuffed in front of her, looked at Gu Huaiyuan awkwardly, forced a smile, and said, "Professor Gu, you should accept it."

"Okay." Gu Huaiyuan smiled helplessly and thanked Ding Shuzhen: "You're welcome." Then he reached out to take the bag from Wen Qing's hand.

"Just let her carry it and bring it to your car so you don't have to use your hands." Ding Shuzhen said to Gu Huaiyuan with a smile.

Gu Huaiyuan's brows sank slightly, but his expression was still gentle and respectful. He nodded, said "Please stay", then pushed the door and walked out.

Wen Qing followed him, carrying the bag full of food in her hand, and walked down the stairs step by step.

When she got downstairs, Wen Qing saw his car at a glance, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the trunk of the car.

"Give me the things, you take a rest." Gu Huaiyuan snatched the bag from her hand without saying a word. He was a little surprised at the weight of the bag. He glanced at her fingers, which had red marks left on them.

Wen Qing did not insist on carrying the bag, and let Gu Huaiyuan put the ingredients in the trunk.

She had been busy all day and didn't have a good dinner. She was very tired now, but she didn't want to go home.

The bedroom she sleeps in at home will be given to her grandmother tonight. If she goes back to sleep there, she can only sleep on the sofa or on the floor.

Instead of that, I might as well go back to the dormitory and sleep.

"Aren't you going back yet?" Gu Huaiyuan felt a little sympathy for her when he saw that her face was tired and confused, like a kitten or puppy without a home.

"I'm just here to relax. I'll be back soon." Wen Qing smiled. "You should go back to school first. Don't delay looking at the data."

Gu Huaiyuan nodded, walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and as if he remembered something, he looked up and said to Wen Qing: "Let's go to Guangyu to celebrate Zhao Jin's housewarming tomorrow night. Don't forget to come over for dinner and relax."

"Okay." Wen Qing agreed, thought for a moment, and said to him, "Now that grandma is here, I'll have more time to study. When you have time, I want to talk to you about participating in the cup competition."

Gu Huaiyuan was slightly stunned: "You want to participate in the cup competition?"

"Yes. I know Yin Xiaocheng, and he suggested that I start preparing in the second semester of my freshman year."

"Okay, I'll think about it." Gu Huaiyuan nodded, and looked at her worriedly, "Are you sure you can handle it? Song Jingshen's base station project has been accelerated, but the number of data detection personnel has not increased. If you add the pressure of the cup competition, you..."

"I can always find time." Wen Qing smiled, "The intensity of study in the third year of high school will be much greater than it is now. I believe I can handle it."

Gu Huaiyuan was speechless. Top students in top universities are always hard-working, and he had been through the same thing, so he could completely understand Wen Qing's choice. He just felt sorry for this thin girl, who was so frail, but had to shoulder a burden that was far beyond her size.

"Make a list of your winter vacation schedule and give it to me. I will include cup competition training based on your situation. If you can adapt, you can continue after school starts," said Gu Huaiyuan.

Wen Qing knew that Gu Huaiyuan was going to give her some special treatment, so she nodded repeatedly in gratitude: "Okay, okay, thank you!"

Gu Huaiyuan looked at her with a smile, said nothing more, started the car and drove to school.

Because of what he just said, Wen Qing's eyes sparkled with excitement, and a surge of energy surged in her tired body.

Professor Gu introduced her to special training, and it was during the winter vacation, so it was almost one-on-one training. It was such a rare opportunity.

She forgot for a moment that the weather was damp and cold, and just walked in the alley, her steps bouncing and exuding a happy atmosphere.

After all, she was young, and a piece of good news that brought hope was enough to dispel all the depression. She looked up at the sky and felt that the night in Jiangcheng was so clear and quiet, and even the air was so fresh.

After looking at the sky for a while, she suddenly felt a little silly and couldn't help laughing at herself. When she lowered her head, she saw the familiar car parked on the side of the road, and next to the car stood the man she didn't want to know, leaning against the door.

Song Jingshen saw her smiling silly from a distance. He had known her for so long, but this was the first time he saw her smile like this. She looked free and unrestrained, as if she was basking in the warmest sunshine under the sun.

In fact, she was in the coldest season of the year, and it was a foggy night. There was not even any moonlight in the sky, and no one knew what she was looking at.

She was stunned when she saw him. After a while, she looked up at the upstairs window worriedly.

She must be afraid of being seen by her grandma.

Every time we meet, she acts like a thief.

Song Jingshen walked up unhappily, grabbed her wrist and led her to the car.

"What's wrong with your hands?" A trace of surprise flashed across his brows. "They're frozen like a radish."

"I just washed the dishes." She pushed his burning palm away, "I want to go back."

"No dishwasher?" Song Jingshen blurted out, then felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is there no hot water in the dishwashing area?"

“…No.” She shrank her fingers, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t feel cold.”

"Get in the car. I have something to tell you." He rubbed her fingers, trying to warm them up.

"Let's talk about it here." After getting in the car, I didn't know what tricks he would play next.

Wen Qing raised her head nervously and glanced at the kitchen window upstairs. Fortunately, she had cleaned the kitchen tidy, so grandma didn't need to do it again.

What is grandma doing now? She should be chatting with my aunt, or playing with Jing Long.

She imagined the happy scene in the living room, and felt that her suffering and hardship were nothing.

"It's hard to explain here. I've got something in the car to show you." Song Jingshen pulled her and asked her to look at him. "Or do you want the neighbors to see us fighting?"

As he said that, he put his arm around her waist without saying anything, took a few quick steps, opened the car door, and stuffed her into the passenger seat.

"I'll let you go home after you finish watching." Seeing her red eyes, he said something to comfort her, strode around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

"You're always like this..." She pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes, "You never ask me if I'm willing or not, you always force me."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Song Jingshen felt uncomfortable, but he still locked the car door and confined her within his reach, as if only in this way could he feel at ease.

"I'm sorry." He started the car and apologized in a low voice, but there was no guilt in his tone. "When you follow me wholeheartedly, I won't force you anymore."