I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

Wei Changsong looked at Lu Chen with a wry smile, trying to persuade the latter not to be so impulsive in the future.

But who would have thought that Lu Chen would actually shake his head seriously.

"Brother Wei, that dog is really sick."

“…Forget it.”

Wei Changsong curled his lips in disbelief: "This dog has physical examinations more frequently than I do, and it may eat better than me. I feel like I may even be ahead of it."

"Brother Wei, dogs can only live for a dozen years." Lu Chen whispered.

"About that. I think I can live another ten years."

Wei Changsong shook his head and sighed: "Alas, my wife quarrels every day, my son is in adolescence, and I am always worried about being laid off. It's so damn hard to be a man..."

For some unknown reason, the topic suddenly changed from Sun Siqin's dog to men's midlife crisis.

Lu Chen looked at Wei Changsong who was sighing, and didn't explain anything further.

On the one hand, it is impossible to explain.

On the other hand, he himself wasn't quite sure.

But Sun Siqin's dog was indeed barking and whining just now.

"My stomach hurts so much and I have no strength in my body. Let me lie down for a while..."

"Oh no, it's getting more and more painful, I don't even have the strength to scream..."

"Ah, dog, I am really going to die..."

Well, that's roughly what it says.

......

......

"Don't you want me to take you back?"

"No, I can just take the subway, it's only a few stops."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. I have to attend a parent-teacher meeting for my child today."

Soon, Wei Changsong's white Tiguan stopped at the Provincial Art Museum subway station.

In Lu Chen's impression, the Provincial Art Museum has always been deserted, but today there are quite a few people, and there are many roll-up banners on the steps on both sides of the gate.

"See you tomorrow, Brother Wei."

After getting out of the passenger seat, Lu Chen waved at the car, then followed a few stylishly dressed men and women into the subway entrance.

Standing on the slowly descending escalator, he heard several people's slightly excited discussions, and then he realized that the Provincial Art Museum had been holding a personal painting exhibition in recent days.

The painter's name seems to be Yang Cong or Onion, and he seems to be a well-known artist.

Lu Chen didn’t understand art, and the artists he knew were all from abroad.

The gender is basically female, and the style of the work is very close to life, while being full of fantasy and frankness.

More importantly, these artists truly "dedicated themselves to art."

In Lu Chen's vulgar understanding, Mr. Onion obviously couldn't do this...

"Rumble~"

There was a slight vibration and the subway slowly entered the platform.

I walked into the carriage, sat down next to a middle-aged man who was dozing off, and took out my headphones from my backpack and put them on.

The dynamic music had just begun to play when Lu Chen immediately started to switch songs in a hurry. He was so excited that he would explode if he heard one more sentence.

I give up. It's been seven or eight years since this incident happened, why is it still so lingering?

Resist the urge to stand up and dribble the ball in the air, and just click on the playlist of an out-of-date singer.

A soothing and familiar piano sound rang out, and the surrounding noise gradually disappeared into the clear female voice.

"Hearing the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain month of the year."

"I think I can wait and look forward to it, but the future cannot be arranged by it..."

......

Southwest Academy of Fine Arts, a path with mottled tree shadows.

Groups of students walked by talking and laughing. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on several small buildings not far away that were preserved from the last century. The faint golden light fell on Qin Wanqing's hair, like a golden hairpin.

"Wanqing!"

A voice came from behind, and a clean-looking boy in a white shirt took two quick steps and came to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

The path is not wide, and it is a bit crowded for two people to walk side by side.

Therefore, Qin Wanqing deliberately slowed down her pace and fell behind the boy.

"Haha, I saw you right after class. Are you planning to go to the cafeteria?"

The boy smiled and turned his head: "I'm going to eat too, how about joining me?"

"..."

Shaking her head, Qin Wanqing first stretched out her right hand and made a gesture of a walking little man, and then made a "^" shape with both hands.

The former is easy to understand, it means "go".

The latter represents roof and means "home".

So put it together it means "go home".

"You want to go home? Forget it then."

The boy should know some simple sign language, so Xiaoxiao changed the subject: "By the way, do you have classes tomorrow afternoon?"

"..."

Qin Wanqing shook her head again honestly.

"If not, do you want to go to the exhibition together?"

The boy's tone was gentle: "Teacher Yang Cong is holding an exhibition at the Provincial Art Museum recently, and tomorrow is the last day."

"..."

Qin Wanqing looked at the boy with sincere eyes, her expression a little complicated.

She could feel that Yuan Linhao liked her.

And compared with other boys who are pursuing her, the latter is probably the most sincere one.

Even in Song Qiao's words, Yuan Linhao is the only good boy in the world.

Although this statement is obviously a bit exaggerated, it can also prove from the side that Yuan Linhao is indeed a very outstanding boy.

only......

[Song Qiao and I have already made an appointment to go see it together tomorrow. ]

Taking out her cell phone and typing, Qin Wanqing told a rare little lie.

Yang Cong is a painter she likes very much, and she really wants to see the exhibition, but she originally planned to go alone.

After all, Song Qiao is a stay-at-home girl, so she is probably unwilling to do so.

But Lu Chen still had to do his internship and had no time.

The only two people she wanted to be with couldn't accompany her, and Qin Wanqing wanted to keep a distance from Yuan Linhao, so she had to tell such a lie.

"That's it, okay then."

Yuan Linhao saw the words on the screen and did not continue to insist. He just smiled and nodded: "Then I hope we can meet by chance tomorrow."

"..."

Ah, he actually wants to meet me by chance?

If I had known I would not go.

Now I can only go back and ask Song Qiao to accompany me, but she will definitely blackmail me severely...

Qin Wanqing was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She felt a little depressed and experienced firsthand what the "price of lies" meant.

He forced a smile and pointed to the school gate in the distance, indicating that he was leaving.

"Okay, be careful on the road, bye."

Yuan Linhao said goodbye softly, and looked at Qin Wanqing's back getting farther and farther away. The smile in his eyes faded little by little, and his expression seemed a little bitter.

Just as Qin Wanqing could feel his feelings, he could actually also feel Qin Wanqing's rejection of him.

Yuan Linhao didn't want to give up, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Looking down at the "Easy Introduction to Sign Language" in his hand, he shook his head silently, turned and left, thinking that Qin Wanqing would be moved by him one day.

The sky was orange-red, and the colorful clouds were like ripples on the lake.

The campus is peaceful and harmonious at dusk. The lush trees sway gently in the breeze. It seems like a completely different world from the crowded city outside the school gate.

Just as Yuan Linhao went to the cafeteria to eat alone, Qin Wanqing also walked out of the school gate in the golden glow, crossed the overpass, and finally stopped outside Exit 2 of the Southwest Academy of Fine Arts subway station, which was full of people coming and going.

Holding the phone, he looked into the subway entrance.

The next second, her expression suddenly became extremely happy. Without thinking, she took a step forward, walked through the crowd, and ran towards someone with a "thump thump thump" sound.

"Lu Chen, Lu Chen!"

"I'm here!"

Chapter 26 Let’s stop here!

"Lu Chen, do you still have to do internship tomorrow?"

Ten minutes later, Lu Chen and Qin Wanqing sat in a fast food restaurant called "Jian Jian Jiao", with a plate of fried dumplings and two bowls of millet porridge in front of them.

After taking a sip of porridge, Qin Wanqing opened her mouth much wider when eating compared to Lu Shuyu.

But if compared with Lu Chen...