How to raise the president

Just when they thought they could retreat unscathed, Fu Ming was stopped by Fang Youyi.

Fu Ming froze for a moment, his whole body was not well.

Jiang Fei and Yan Cheng turned their heads, gave Fu Ming a "good luck" look, and gave two thumbs up by the way.

Fu Ming: "..."

Fu Ming turned around stiffly, and asked awkwardly: "Team, captain, what's the matter?"

Holding the phone, Fang Youyi said calmly, "Take that pile of fragments back and put them together."

Thinking it was something, Fu Ming was so frightened that he almost lost his mind, so he hurriedly said yes.

Fang Youyi nodded in satisfaction, and Zuipiao called "Jiang Fei" again.

Jiang Fei trembled, and his whole body was not well.

Fu Ming and the survivor Yan Cheng also gave Jiang Fei a "good luck" look, and gave four thumbs up by the way.

Jiang Fei: "..." Heartless.

Fang Youyi pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and said seriously, "I apologize to you."

Jiang Fei was stunned and didn't realize what was going on for a moment.

"I apologize to you." Fang Youyi repeated, and then bowed to Jiang Fei, "I didn't control my emotions well, I'm sorry."

Jiang Fei was so frightened that he was shocked, and he was dumbfounded. It took him a while to realize what was going on. He pushed Fang Youyi up and said, "It's not the captain, don't scare me."

Fang Youyi said without changing his face: "I apologize to you very seriously."

Jiang Fei was about to cry, and hurriedly waved his hands and said: "It's not the captain, it's true that people in my bureau are suppressing the case and not reporting it, I will rectify it when I go back, just don't worry. Team, captain, can you be normal? point……"

Jiang Fei's legs were shaking.

Fang Youyi sighed helplessly, turned around, and bowed again to the silent old dean.

A bow almost sent the old dean away, and he couldn't catch his breath: "Mr. Fang, what are you doing?"

Fang Youyi pursed his lips into a line and remained silent.

He knew that his angry appearance just now was really terrifying, and it really scared everyone present.No matter what this meeting said, everyone was afraid of him. Even though he sincerely apologized to them, the result was still the same.

In addition to fearing him, or fearing him.

President Fang Da's young heart felt hurt, but he could only hold back his words.

At most, it's just grievance... Asking my wife to coax...

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Fang Youyi's cell phone rang, and An Ziyu's exclusive ringtone made him feel psychologically comforted. While answering the phone, he walked towards the door and said, "I'll be right there, you have to wait for me."

After Fang Youyi left, the atmosphere in the office suddenly relaxed, without the tense feeling just now.

Jiang Fei and the old dean almost knelt down.

The old dean lamented that he had never seen anything in the world at his age, but President Fang's anger was so frightening and thrilling.

Jiang Fei said, just get used to it.

When they were all feeling emotional, only Fu Ming noticed something and asked, "Did we treat the captain as something different?"

Yan Cheng tilted his head and asked, "How?"

Fu Ming carefully recalled the large-scale apology scene just now, and said truthfully: "The captain is apologizing to you, but your performance is very scared. The captain seems a little wronged?"

Jiang Fei thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be the same."

The old dean wiped off his sweat, as if he hadn't fully settled down, he said, "Shouldn't we be the ones who are wronged?"

Jiang Fei was sloppy, and fell on both sides: "It seems to be the same."

……

The main entrance of Shanghua University.

Tan Xi said that he wanted to rush home to eat with his parents, Li Geng said that his girlfriend over there urged him, and An Ziyu was too embarrassed to trouble them to wait with him, so he let them go first, and waited by the gate. wife.

There were fewer and fewer people coming in and out. People who passed by with nothing to do would glance at the side of the gate after they walked out of the gate.

Some kind-hearted classmates who I knew before would come over to say hello to him, asking if he had eaten and if he was waiting for someone.

An Ziyu nodded, smiled softly and said, "Yes, I'm waiting for someone."

The classmate asked him: "Do you want to have a meal together first?"

An Ziyu shook his head, smiled and said, "No need, there are important things tonight, let's try another day."

The classmates left, and only An Ziyu was left waiting.

Tired of standing, An Ziyu squatted on the ground. Tired of squatting, he sat on the edge of the flower bed next to the school gate.

I was really bored, so I took out the book and pen in my schoolbag, and started to scribble on the blank pages in the book.

An Ziyu didn't know how long he had waited, but when the painting was finished, the sky was already orange, his shadow stretched long in the setting sun, and a deep sense of loneliness filled his whole body.

"Aren't you here yet?" An Ziyu murmured.

After staying for a while, he continued to draw his own picture.

He has been exposed to painting since he was a child, and he feels that painting is a wonderful thing. With a pen, a piece of paper, and an eraser, he can draw what he thinks, reads, and wishes in his heart.

The delicate lines fell on the pale drawing paper, gradually outlining an outline. He enjoyed the process of painting very much, and it brought him tranquility, as if everything around him was peaceful.

Although many times, painting is not understood by people.

In their cognition, drawing is simple, there are only a few lines, and it doesn't take long.

However, they don't know that as long as they start painting, most of them will stay up late, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, maybe four hours, or even longer...

And all of this is just to paint the most beautiful things in my eyes.

When a painting is finally completed, the mood at that moment is joyful and happy, with sweetness and satisfaction, although very tired.

Looking at the "child" I created with my own hands, I am extremely lucky that he will appear in this world.

Every work is the author's child, descending into this world with love.

That's why An Ziyu always feels like this: Fortunately, I have always insisted on painting as a hobby.

He is not particularly good at drawing, not as good as the professional art students in the school, but he is barely passable, at least he can take shape, and he can see what the painting is.

When he was fascinated by the painting, An Ziyu saw a pair of shoes under his eyelids.

Without even thinking about it, An Ziyu raised his head in surprise: "Yi! I drew it for you..." He was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly blanked out, and he looked at the person in front of him blankly, "Ying Chen..."

Ying Chen lowered his eyes to see what he was drawing, and after he saw it clearly, his face changed suddenly. He grabbed the book in An Ziyu's hand, pulled out the blank page with the portrait, and looked closely at it.

"Ying Chen!" An Ziyu stood up suddenly, not to be outdone, and said, "Give it back to me!"

Looking at the person in the painting, Ying Chen's eyes were tearing apart, and he raised his other hand to pinch the corner of the page.

An Ziyu's heart trembled suddenly, he hurried forward and said, "Don't!"

"Tear--"