I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Yang Zexi was still unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for it again, "So do you have someone you like now?"

"No, I don't plan to fall in love before I am 27. My goal is to become a great painter." There are so many things waiting for me, who has time for a relationship? It will affect the speed at which I earn merit.

"That won't affect it."

"If it has an impact, it will distract me. If it doesn't have an impact, then it's emotional."

"If I say I am willing to wait, can you give me a chance? Can you give me a chance when you are 27 years old? Let's try for half a year. If you are not satisfied with me, I will not pester you."

"There's no need to waste your time. How many seven years can you have in your life?" With Song Binbing around, it doesn't matter whether I get married or not. There's no need to waste his time.

"I have never liked anyone in my life, except you. I don't want to settle for it, nor do I want to miss it.

My dream is to become a great painter, too. Since we are still young, let’s work hard for our dreams first, and give each other a chance when we become successful, okay?”

Song Qingqing thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, if you still like me when I'm 27, and neither of us has a boyfriend or girlfriend, then we'll try to get along for half a year."

"Okay, I look forward to that day when we will meet at the top. Don't worry, I won't hold you back, the future great painter."

In the boys' dormitory.

Shen Jiawang and Fan Shengyang were both stunned, and looked at Yang Zexi as if he were a rare species.

"What's that look? Go, go, have you finished today's painting?"

Shen Jiawang chuckled twice, "Others have the seven-year itch, but you have the seven-year promise. How many seven years do you have in your life to wait for?"

Song Qingqing is not the only woman in the world. If you reject her, then find the next one. What are you waiting for? Haven't you heard of a dog licking another dog and ending up with nothing?

After waiting for a few years, I turned around and found that others were married. I had no place to cry. How could they be so stubborn? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

Fan Shengyang, "I hope you will consider it carefully." I'd better try to persuade him again in a few years. I guess he won't listen to me now.

"After thinking it over, she and I plan to work hard on our careers, build a family, and be perfect."

Shen Jiawang, Fan Shengyang: "..." What's perfect? ​​Others are sure, okay? You're not sure about this, we're just friends, who can say for sure after seven years?

On the sixth day before the training camp, 46 people took the comprehensive examination and the top 20 were awarded certificates of excellence.

On the third day of the countdown to the training camp, Professor Yang found Song Qingqing.

"Song Qingqing, I admire you very much. I have seen your performance over the past two months. I want to take you in as my last disciple. When you go to graduate school, you can go directly to the B City Art College. Are you willing?"

"I am willing. Thank you, Professor Yang. I will study hard and will not bring disgrace to your school." Only a fool would be unwilling.

"Okay, I like people who are talented and eager to learn. I'll work hard when the time comes."

The three professors' closed disciples also came out.

Professor Yang accepted Song Qingqing and Yang Zexi.

Professor Li accepted Yan Qiao and Ding Jingchuan.

Professor Shen accepted Shen Jiawang and Fan Shengyang.

The six people also set up a group and left their phone numbers with each other to facilitate contact and discussion.

On the last day of the countdown to the training camp, Song Qingqing found out that Professor Yang was Yang Zexi's uncle.

Song Qingqing asked Yang Zexi privately, "Yang Zexi, is it because of you that Professor Yang accepted me as his last disciple?" If we study together, he won't make things difficult for me if I don't accept him later, right?

“No, I can’t make decisions for my uncle. He is a man of principle. He has devoted his whole life to painting and will not allow anyone to tarnish it.

If you are not good enough, let alone the person I like, even if you are my wife, it will be useless. He may help recommend you what to learn, but he will never accept you as his last disciple.

Otherwise, why would I need to attend any training camp? I would have gone through the back door. Believe in yourself, you are excellent. "

"I'm just asking, nothing else." It's good to have principles.

On the last day of the countdown to the training camp, everyone took photos with the teachers and had a meal together, and then the three-month training camp officially ended.

Song Qingqing stayed in City B for a day, picked up things that had been ordered in advance, and bought gifts for Father Song, Mother Song, and Brother Song respectively, before taking a plane back to City N.

As soon as Song Qingqing passed the security check, Song Binbing, who was held by Song Zhiye, immediately waved his hands and shouted happily, still shaking in Song Zhiye's arms, "Sister, sister, sister, here, here, I'm here, your most handsome brother is here."

Now Song Zhiye was in great trouble. He felt like he was holding a heavy weight, so heavy. If this wasn't his biological son, Song Zhiye would have definitely let go and thrown him away.

Woo woo woo, why can't I let it go? I have to hug Song Binbing. I know this is a pitfall.

Song Zhiye gritted his teeth and said, "Song Binbing, you can shout if you want, why are you shaking? If you move again, your father's old waist will be in danger."

You weigh 78 pounds. Do you really think you have little fat? You were shaking in my arms and suddenly you seemed to have gained several dozen pounds.

Song Binbing's words pierced my heart as soon as he opened his mouth. "Dad, you can't do it. Why are you so weak? You can't even hold a child like me."

The people next to Song Zhiye looked over with smiles on their faces, and some even turned their backs and shook their shoulders.

Song Zhiye forced a smile: "How can I not hold you? I'm just afraid that you would fall, so I asked you to be quiet." I will teach this brat a lesson when I get back. He wanted to eat chicken legs these two days, and I won't even give him chicken feathers.

Song Zhiye took the opportunity to put Song Binbing down, "Okay, your sister is out, go find her."

"Sister, sister..." Song Binbing ran towards Song Qingqing.

Song Zhiye swung his arms, and then saw Song Yun looking at him with a smile. His body froze for a second, and he immediately whispered, "Can I do it? Don't you know?"

Song Yun blushed immediately, and touched Song Zhiye's soft waist, and whispered, "What are you talking about in public? What if someone hears you?"

"You are my wife, they have the right to control me. I am indeed not your most precious treasure anymore. How could you bear to touch me before? You would feel sad if I lost a hair. Now you are directly committing domestic violence without any mercy." Song Zhiye looked at Song Yun aggrievedly.

Song Yun: "..." I didn't use any force, I just did it gently, how could I be ruthless? I really don't know why a grown man can be so dramatic? How can a man in his 40s still be as childish as when he was young?

Although Song Yun was complaining in his heart, he felt very sweet in his heart.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault."

"Since you are so sincere in admitting your mistake, I forgive you, husband."

"Thanks husband."

Several young people standing nearby said: Haha, I deliberately chose a place with many middle-aged people to stand, but I still couldn't escape and was forced to eat dog food. Can't you consider the feelings of us singles? It's OK for young people, but even middle-aged people are showing off their love.