Qingyang as promised

Chapter 13

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Yan was still washing up when there was a knock on the door.Feng Yan opened the door and saw Ye Qingyuan standing outside.

"Come in." Feng Yan said.Turning around and going back to the kitchen, porridge was still cooking on the stove.

Ye Qingyuan followed into the house, a small house of about 40 square meters was just right for a student.Simple furniture, piles of reference books and test papers are neatly stacked on the large wooden desk, the laundry is washed and dried on the balcony, porridge is stewed in the kitchen, and side dishes are placed on the table.It seems that Feng Yan is doing well in his absence, Ye Qingyuan is a little relieved, but also a little bit disappointed.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Feng Yan asked vaguely while brushing his teeth.

"Hey, um, don't you want to be a doctor in the future? I have a classmate who is an associate professor at Union Medical College. I went to Beijing this time to collect some information from him. I also inquired about other medical schools in Beijing. Take it back. Discuss with your family and see which one to apply for after the exam." Saying this, Ye Qingyuan put a stack of materials on the table.

Feng Yan looked at Ye Qingyuan, didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the bathroom to wash his face.

In the small bathroom, Feng Yan kept washing his face with cold water.He looked up at himself in the mirror, his hair hadn't been cut for more than a month, it was a little long, his bangs slightly covered his eyes, his ivory white face was a little thin, the corners of his mouth were tightly closed, and his eyes were firm.He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message asking for leave to the class teacher, then adjusted his expression to make sure that there were no negative emotions such as nervousness, excitement, anger, etc., and he was calm and composed, opened the door and walked out.

Ye Qingyuan sat on the stool and flipped through the materials in his hand. In fact, he had read them countless times and memorized the contents, but he was a little nervous being alone with Feng Yan, and he needed to do something to distract his attention.

"Have you eaten yet? Let's eat together." Feng Yan went to the kitchen to serve porridge.

"No, I'll leave after I finish speaking. Don't be too busy."

"Eat." Feng Yan couldn't help but say, handed the porridge to Ye Qingyuan, and buried himself in eating it.

"Cough, that... don't you have to go to school later, is there time?" Ye Qingyuan said cautiously.

"The above stipulates that weekends are not allowed. Today, the school leaders came to inspect and suspend classes for half a day." When Feng Yan lied, his face didn't blush and his heart skipped a beat.

"Oh." Seeing that Feng Yan looked normal, Ye Qingyuan slowly felt relieved, he was most afraid that Feng Yan would rush up and force him to ask him why he avoided him or something.It's okay, he told himself.

After Feng Yan finished his meal, he cleared his throat, and said to Ye Qingyuan with a serious face, "Let's talk."

"Heck..." Ye Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't escape what should come.He took a deep breath, looked into Feng Yan's eyes and said, "What... do you want to talk about."

"First of all, thank you for the information you have given me, but I have decided not to study medicine or take the Beijing exam. I am going to Shanghai to study finance."

"What? Why did you suddenly study finance? Aren't you going to be a doctor?" Ye Qingyuan frowned.

"I checked the information, and the actuary is a relatively high-paying and relatively stable job in the financial industry. It is considered an emerging industry in China, and because the threshold is relatively high, there are not too many people engaged in it, and the domestic demand is still huge," Feng said. Yan’s voice is calm and clear, “Fudan University has an examination and training center not far from the city, so I want to take the Fudan exam. The actuarial exam qualification is divided into two parts: quasi-actuary and actuary. The assessment of actuaries, because having work experience is more helpful for the actuarial examination, so after graduation, I will first find an insurance company to work for two years, and then take the exam while working. Ping An and Taikang Insurance are currently planning to work in the company, but the specifics are still unknown. We’ll have to wait until after college to settle.”

"Well... let me interrupt, you...why do you suddenly want to take an exam to count... count..."

"Actuary." Feng Yan corrected.

"Yes, why do you want to take this test all of a sudden?"

"..." Feng Yan bit his lip and stared at Ye Qingyuan without speaking.

The memory goes back to a month ago, and I don't remember how many times Ye Qingyuan went out.Feng Yan stood under the big banyan tree in front of Xianyuan Bookstore, facing the closed door, in a daze.So...does it count as being rejected?Is it too wishful thinking?Or... give up?Shaking his head, no, no, no.Still reluctant.well……

sigh.Turning around, I saw Cheng Guang staring at himself with a half-smile.

"Hey, Ah Yuan went out again? How many times this month?" Cheng Guang also stood under the banyan tree, facing the door, and sighed.

"..."

"You...argued?" Cheng Guang stared at Feng Yan's face.

"..."

Feng Yan didn't speak, he couldn't tell a same-sex about his love for another same-sex.After the Chinese New Year, he turned 18. He cherished this sweet sadness with the cleanest heart, and he didn't want anyone to tarnish this feeling with a worldly perspective under the banner of being considerate of others.Even if this person is Brother Cheng Guang who can make delicious tiramisu cheese cakes, or Ye Qingyuan who likes it.

Ye Qingyuan, you are a wimp, a coward, you don't even dare to face it, you just know how to run away.

"A Yuan... is a somewhat pessimistic person." Cheng Guang spoke quietly as if he could read minds.

Feng Yan looked at him, puzzled.

"A person is like a tree, the more it grows toward the bright heights, the deeper its roots go into the soil, into the dark depths. This is Nietzsche's words, A Yuan told me. He said volunteers, time The longer he grows, the more hopeless he becomes instead of being happier. Every time he goes to a place, he looks at the harsh living environment and the flawed but fresh lives, and he feels powerless, even if we send supplies And money, help is only for a while, everyone has such a long future, can you help? Maybe this is also because he lost the relationship with his parents at a young age. He was exposed to death at such a young age, and he felt that nothing lasted. Family affection is, love is also. Don’t look at him being happy all day long, he is actually a very lonely person, but he is also afraid of loneliness. Later I found that after being with you, he is optimistic all over, not that kind of silly happiness , It’s really beginning to believe in something. People who lack a sense of security need to hold on to something real, just like driftwood in the hands of a drowning person. The solid touch is much more reassuring than the people standing on the shore crying for help.” , Cheng Guang looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road with a distant look, "A Yuan often praises you for being smart, I want to know what to do."

"Why...you know him so well."

"Because..." Cheng Guang turned back with a smile, "I'm just like him." Feng Yan remembered that Cheng Guang really looked like a ray of light that day, his handsome face was not clear under the sunlight, but every word, every word But the words echoed in Feng Yan's mind like an echo.

Insecure... Stable

something real...money

Feng Yan used the direct thinking unique to science students to choose the post of insurance actuary among various occupations.

Birds and flowers are singing outside the window, but inside the house is eerily quiet, and dust can be seen dancing in the air under the sun.

"Because of you." Feng Yan stared at Ye Qingyuan's eyes with a calm expression, but his eyes were bright and shimmering, "Although the salary of actuaries in China is not as high as that in North America or the UK, it is considered high and stable. It is in line with my current outlook on career choice."

"You, don't talk nonsense, we are all men, this... this is impossible." Ye Qingyuan hurriedly stood up, the air pressure in the room was too low, he couldn't breathe, he wanted to escape.

"Ye Qingyuan! I just like you, don't you believe it? The pass rate of the qualification exam for actuaries is 70%. If I get it, I'll make fucking money to support you for the rest of my life. If I don't get it, then you will reject me again! "This was the last sentence Ye Qingyuan heard before running out of the house.