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Chapter 6 Thoughtful
87_87063 After thinking about it this way, Li Jincheng sent another email to the detective agency named Song and Qiao, asking them if they would like to take another business from him.
The detective agency quickly replied to him saying yes, and marked the price at the end of the letter.
Seeing the text message, Li Jincheng couldn't help showing a wry smile.
Because he wanted to please a few people in the Li family, he spent all of his money on them. Even Li Jiajun's new European sedan was purchased by him with his own savings the year before last. The purpose is to Celebrating his college graduation.
In the last entrustment, Li Jincheng had already used up the savings he had used for emergency. In desperation, he had to call Song Liubai, his tutor in college.
Li Jincheng's former university was the most famous one on Hong Kong Island, and his tutor Song Liubai was even more famous.
Originally a doctoral tutor, he later met Li Jincheng because he was a substitute for his sick friend.
Li Jincheng was already a sophomore when he knew him, and Song Liubai taught the aesthetic types of Tang poetry and Song Ci, because Li Jincheng had a soft spot for Song Ci, and he had his own different opinions on it, which made Song Liubai gradually favor him.
Song Liubai is an authentic scholar, and his deep sense of mission makes him spare no effort in promoting Chinese culture.
He feels that this kind of thing should start from children, so every year he releases several easy-to-understand poetry analysis books with the Hong Kong Island government and professors from other well-known universities.
In addition, he will also win over young talents who he thinks have certain talents and potential in this area.
Back then, when Li Jincheng insisted on teaching at the primary school where he is now, Song Liubai refused to answer his calls for half a year because he was angry.
At that time, he hoped that Li Jincheng would continue his studies in the postgraduate entrance examination and become an expert in this field like him. Unfortunately, Li Jincheng at that time, even if his family was not short of money, he was consciously obliged to reduce the burden on his family.
But his sensible patience is probably not even a fart in the eyes of those who don't care about him at all.
After thinking about it this way, the smile on Li Jincheng's face became even more wanton.
"Jincheng?"
Before Li Jincheng's words could be said, Song Liubai lowered his voice and said, "I'm in a meeting, I'll call you later!"
Song Liubai is very famous on Hong Kong Island. He holds endless meetings every day. Every once in a while, he has to fly abroad to conduct academic exchanges with people.
Li Jincheng understood this, and the next afternoon, he received a call from Song Liubai again.
Hearing Li Jincheng's words, Song Liubai seemed very relieved, but he couldn't help but complain a few words when he thought of the years he had been wasted.
"Teacher, can I advance my salary?"
"Very short of money?"
"Yes."
Song Liubai was helpless, and gave him the number of his assistant and asked him to contact him himself.
Song Liubai is keen on national quintessence, but he is not pedantic, and is good at brainstorming and drawing on the strengths of each family. Therefore, in the next three months, Li Jincheng will enter his studio and complete the set of poems this year with others. Analytical writing.
He should have greeted his assistant. Li Jincheng chatted with the assistant surnamed Yuan, and soon, she transferred part of Li Jincheng's due compensation to his account.
Li Jincheng transferred the money to the account of the detective agency through online banking, and his part-time job also started this weekend.
Song Liubai's studio is located in the university where Li Jincheng once studied. The antique single-family building is hidden in the shade of greenery. This is a unique existence in Hong Kong Island, which is full of colonial architectural styles.
This set of poetry analysis is divided into three parts, Tang poetry, Song poetry, Yuan music, Li Jincheng is divided into Song poetry.
The eight people who worked with him, except Li Jincheng, either stayed at the school to teach or just completed a Ph.D. Fortunately, they were of the same age, and they all liked Song Poetry, so the surrounding atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
The analysis of Song Ci is also divided into three parts, the author's introduction, the explanation of the rare words and sentences, and the general summary and description of the content of the song. What Li Jincheng and the others need to complete is the third part, otherwise add the first two, The heavy workload may not be completed within a year.
After they have completed their respective work, Song Liubai and the others will select and revise them, and finally they will be assembled into a book and handed over to the publishing house for publication.
Just came out of school that day, Li Jincheng received a call from He Zhenxuan with him.
Because of their busy schedules, the two of them can only contact by phone or text this week.
Just after talking about his position, Li Jincheng saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.
"Master Jincheng?"
Li Jincheng nodded, and the middle-aged man led him to a black European sedan parked at the school gate.
He Zhenxuan was sitting there, wearing a light gray shirt with all the buttons buttoned up, with an outstanding appearance and a cold temperament, exuding an aura of abstinence throughout his body.
In addition, his behavior is very elegant, even after Li Jincheng pushed him into the western restaurant, he still looked calm.
Li Jincheng didn't have a cold for Western food, but he was so hungry that he devoured a lot of food before he said, "It's not as good as your family's food."
The action of wrinkling his nose made him look a little childish. He Zhenxuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "We will eat at home after that."
Hearing his words, Li Jincheng just laughed.
After dinner, He Zhenxuan took Li Jincheng to watch the play again.
This is one of the few hobbies that Li Jin has become. When pushing He Zhenxuan into the venue, he only felt that He Zhenxuan should have read his profile before.
This drama is very famous and has been enduring for more than ten years. The director is from Taiwan, and the actors in it are all popular stars with talents from both sides of the strait. Li Jincheng was looking forward to it, but he was too tired. It took less than half an hour. He fell asleep in the cadence of the actors on stage.
Just as he was about to lean on the chair and simply fall asleep, he felt that He Zhenxuan, who was beside him, carefully placed his head on his shoulder, as if to make him more comfortable, and he also adjusted his sitting position by the way.
Li Jincheng was a little moved, but unfortunately he died once, and the only lesson his death taught him was that he could only rely on himself in everything.
When he was woken up by He Zhenxuan, Li Jincheng hadn't really woken up yet. He stared at He Zhenxuan for a while with bewildered eyes before he said, "Sorry, I just fell asleep accidentally..."
"It doesn't matter, they will stay here for a full month." After thinking about it, He Zhenxuan added: "If you are tired in the future, just call me. We don't have to meet."
"It's only half a month. After half a month, it should be less busy."
He Zhenxuan nodded and handed him a beautifully packaged box.
"what?"
After opening the box, Li Jincheng found that there were twenty neatly folded men's handkerchiefs, soft to the touch, and covered with black pairs of letter g on the brown base.
"Why did you give me this?"
"I saw you using it last time."
After being reminded by him, Li Jincheng remembered that when the two of them practiced walking last time, he used a handkerchief He Zhenxuan to wipe the sweat.
Li Jincheng once again sighed at his thoughtfulness and care, thinking of the children in his class, he smiled and thanked him.
"By the way, what's wrong with your feet? Dare to step on the ground?"
"Dare, but the doctor said I can't be in a hurry, I have to take it step by step."
"What the doctor said is right, you have to listen to him!"
His tone and expression were as if he was talking to a child. He Zhenxuan looked at him and felt that he was much more lively and cheerful than the previous two meetings.
Just as he was about to say something, Li Jincheng had already opened the car door and said, "I'm here, Zhenxuan, thank you, and good night."
A soft and warm touch came from his lips, and He Zhenxuan stretched out his hand to cover it. After a while, he turned around as if remembering.
Li Jincheng was wearing a white t-shirt and carrying a black backpack. He was tall and straight. Before long, his back figure merged into the boundless night.
It wasn't until he disappeared that He Zhenxuan turned around and whispered, "Go home."
As Li Jincheng guessed, He Zhenxuan had never been in a formal relationship with anyone except for the unformed relationship at the age of seventeen.
Not long after arriving home, Uncle Shao finally couldn't bear to ask, "Zhenxuan, did something happen?"
After returning home, he sat in the living room uncharacteristically, seemingly in a daze, but after a while, he would cover his right cheek and reveal an inexplicable smile.
After Uncle Shao finished asking this sentence, he remembered it with hindsight, thinking that this is a sign of being in love at all!
When He Zhenxuan raised his head, he stared at his uncle Shao and grandfather in front of him.
"Zhenxuan, do you like it so much?"
He Zhenxuan looked at his grandfather with a slight smile, but did not speak.
"Since you like it so much, you should propose to him earlier!"
Seeing He Zongtong shaking out the newspaper in his hand, He Zhenxuan said hesitantly, "Will it be too urgent?"
"Stupid! Jincheng is so popular, what if he is robbed by others?"
After hearing what he said, He Zhenxuan suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.
Anyone who goes to work is probably afraid of the arrival of Monday.
Li Jincheng was open all week, and he finally heard his cell phone ringing after school was over.
Seeing the caller ID, Li Jincheng realized that he had not deleted Liao Changyuan's mobile phone number.
He doesn't hate Liao Yuanyuan, and sometimes he even appreciates this person, thinking that if it weren't for Liao Yuanyuan, he might not know the real cause of his mother's death until now.
And for a person like Liao Changyuan, his hatred for him may only turn into some kind of admiration for him, so he disdains to hate him.
After throwing the phone aside, Li Jincheng concentrated on reversing the car.
There are speed limits near the school. Li Jincheng drove the car out of the school gate and was about to turn right when someone suddenly rushed out and stopped his car.
Looking at Liao Yuanyuan lying on the front cover of his car, Li Jincheng unconsciously pursed his lips into a straight line and looked at him blankly. .