Mr. Shao smiled: "Yes."

Carlos smiled, stretched out his right hand, and his voice was low and pleasant: "Then, happy cooperation."

Mr. Shao was very happy, stunned for a moment, held Carlos's hand and shook it hard, and said excitedly: "Happy cooperation."

The staff next to him looked back at the paintings on the wall in confusion. Although it was amazing for a student's work, was it so attractive? Mr. Brandon Hawke just now had been reading for a long time and asked about the author's information before leaving.

Carlos narrowed his eyes slightly, stood there and looked at it, signaling his assistant to go forward and take the painting off the wall.

Then he turned around and left.

He raised his left hand and placed it gently on the elbow of his right hand, curling his fingers slightly with force.

The hand is still there now.

After coming to this world, it took him a while before he gradually adapted to this complete but weak body.

And in that world, he no longer knows what it feels like to have a right hand.

With the empire's technological and medical level, regenerating arms or manufacturing robotic arms is easy. As a nobleman, he should not have allowed his body to be incomplete, but Carlos did not regenerate his arms.

He didn't want to forget that moment.

So I used this method to remember the pain.

If the young man had not appeared and had not died under Jing Sui's sword in order to save him, he would have died at that moment, and just losing one arm was already God's tolerance and gift to him.

But he would rather be tolerated because the price is too high.

In the last life, the boy died in his hands, and in this life, the boy died to save him.

In fact, you still care a little bit about me and don’t hate me so much, right? I finally understood what you want to me, but there is no chance to make up for it.

That was the only time you treated me and the last gentleness.

But so cruel.

How can I bear to disobey your wishes by my beloved and make you sad and uneasy even if you leave?

Carlos silently left the Emperor Star with his army and retreated to the Sosa Galaxy. His men did not understand his actions and believed that he should not give up now. They had already paid too much.

But Carlos used his arbitrary decision to ruthlessly suppress all dissatisfaction and protests.

He doesn't need to explain anything to others, nor does he need to care about other people's opinions. From beginning to end, he only cares about one person.

Any dissatisfied conservative aristocrat will no longer receive his protection, and Jing Sui will not tolerate them. Now that things have come to this, reform is the general trend. Once Carlos gives up, no one can stop Jing Sui.

I will make this world what you want it to be.

You can give up your heart to fight for power and profit, try to pity those ants-like humans, and let go of your unwillingness and hatred

I have promised you that I can change for you.

I will definitely do what I promise you.

If I could do this earlier and change it earlier, would everything not have happened? Is the world already becoming good and you would be willing to stay by my side?

Neither of these Carlos is known.

But he knew that the teenager died because of him, and that was enough for him to know.

Since that day, Carlos has never been to the Emperor Star again, far away from the center of power of the Empire, and he lived in the palace of the Sosa Galaxy, where he and the boy made a marriage contract. Although you were not willing at that time, you still promised me to be my wife and lover.

I won't forget this.

Carlos began to live in simplicity, but later gradually ignored the world and was like a leisurely ordinary nobleman. Then he found that letting go of his unwillingness and being content with the status quo is not that bad. He already has enough and should be content.

He would live in the Blue Star in July and August every year for a period of time.

Memorial to his dead lover.

The intelligent monitoring device recorded the image of the boy living here at that time, and projected it in front of him again and again, just as the boy was still alive, still accompanying him here, and would smile at him and call his name softly.

He thinks this is also good.

Look, even if you are no longer in this world, I will not forget you, and my love will not fade away because of the passage of time.

Until death, bring me to your side.

You are really in this world.

My lover, I will find you and will never make you sad again.

The school's art exhibition was a success, Ji Ling was very happy, and then he devoted himself to a peaceful and busy life again.

After class in the morning, Ji Ling and Wang Yixin came to the cafeteria to have dinner.

At this time, Zheng Lin looked up at the front and saw Wen Yan walking into the cafeteria. He couldn't help but twitch: "Since the last time Senior Yu came out, no girl confessed to him. This trick is really great."

Wang Yixin sighed: "If you kill a thousand enemies, you will lose 800 yourself. If this reputation spreads, how can you still be attracted to girls in the future?"

Chen Ming said: "I guess he didn't plan to fuck a girl at all? He hasn't fallen in love in four years in college."

Ji Ling was very convinced by the gossip of these people. People say that women gossip, but men are not inferior to gossip.

Hey, wait, why do you feel like Senior Yu is walking here?

Wen Yan slowly walked to Ji Ling and smiled: "May I ask, can I sit here?"

Ji Ling was stunned, "Yes, yes."

Wang Yixin, Zheng Lin, and Chen Ming stammered: "Hello, Senior Yu." After saying that, he looked straight and hunched his head to eat. He was just talking about other people's gossip behind his back. At this moment, the three of them felt a little guilty. Senior Yu must have heard it, didn't hear it, didn't hear it, right!

What a fuck, Cao Cao will be here!

After obtaining permission, Wen Yan sat down in front of Ji Ling and stared deeply at the boy in front of him.

Although he really wanted to express his feelings to the boy directly, some things were not convenient for others to know, and he could not do whatever he wanted based on his own will. He did not mind his reputation. He used the excuse to refuse confession, but he could not ignore the reputation of the boy, which brought trouble to him and disturbed his peaceful life, so he suppressed his feelings in his heart.

Get close carefully.

Although Ji Ling didn't participate in the discussion just now, he was always a little uncomfortable when facing Yu Wenyan, and they were not so familiar with him that he wanted to have dinner with his deskmate. After a pause, he said in confusion: "Senior, are you okay with me?" Wen Yan was brewing for a moment, with a gentle smile in his phoenix eyes, and said: "I was very inspired after seeing your painting yesterday. I think your style is very suitable for a game I am currently involved in. I want to invite you to participate in the production of the original paintings and character designs of the game."

Wang Yixin, Chen Ming, and Zheng Lin raised their eyes in surprise, Wow! Such a good thing?

Ji Ling was also a little surprised: "Me?"

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Beas is developing a tactical competitive online game recently, which happens to be the background of future science fiction."

Wang Yixin and others were amazed again! They are worthy of being the senior school senior at the level of the God of Learning! They have not graduated yet, and they are still looking for a job, so they can participate in such a big company production! Moreover, as a group of dead otaku, they are naturally close to games and are extremely envious. The look at Wen Yan was even more admirable!

Ji Ling was also a little excited. He hesitated for a moment and said with little confidence: "I, am I really okay?"

After all, he is just a freshman!

Now the original game painting market is so saturated and there are so many painters. It’s like a pie falling from the sky when it comes to his head. Could it be that the senior is taking care of him? But they are not that familiar with him.

Wen Yan seemed to see his doubts and said slowly: "You have to believe in your own strength."

Ji Ling was affirmed and became a little confident. He felt that he should not think too much, and he should seize the opportunity when it came to his eyes! So he said seriously: "Thank you, senior, I will definitely work hard!"

Wen Yan looked at the boy's bright and bright eyes, his vibrant and beautiful appearance, his throat tightened, and his voice became hoarse: "You don't have to be polite."

He paused and said, "For the sake of convenience, let's exchange contact information?"

Ji Ling took out his cell phone without any warning and smiled happily: "Senior, please add your WeChat."

Wen Yan couldn't help but smile: "Okay."

Wang Yixin and others were envious. Sure enough, talented people are different, not comparable to those of ordinary people like them! You see, they don’t have to go out at all, and they don’t have to contribute to the articles everywhere, and some great gods come to the door to ask for cooperation! You can earn extra money and get a small amount of money when you are just a freshman!

Following Xiao Lingling is indeed eye-opening.

Seeing that the two were adding WeChat exchange numbers, Wang Yixin took out his cell phone in a flattering manner and said with a shameless face: "I am Ji Ling's roommate. Senior Yu, I have always admired you very much. Can I add you too?"

Zheng Lin and Chen Ming looked at Wen Yan with a gaze and showed a flattering smile: "Senior Yu, we are also your fans."

Wen Yan smiled slightly and said casually: "Of course."

The three of them cheered and happily added the master's WeChat.

Ji Ling and Yu Wenyan's friend, and when he saw the other person's name, his expression suddenly froze. The other person's avatar was simple black, and the name only had two words: Wenyan.

His hand couldn't help but tremble, and he almost thought that the person was added, but he must have thought too much! The senior only wrote the last two words of the name, so what's so funny about it? The interstellar world doesn't use WeChat at all!

Ji Xiaoling gave the senior a complete remark in his comments: Yu Wenyan.

Well, it looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Wen Yan looked down at his phone, set Ji Ling as a star sign and topped it, then stood up and smiled and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll make an appointment with you for the specific details and requirements of the original game painting."

Ji Ling smiled: "Okay."

After Wen Yan left, Wang Yixin and others started talking nonsense again and patted Ji Ling on the shoulder, "School starts less than two months, and you will have a good harvest of career and love. To be honest, I will never help my grandmother in my life, so I will accept you."

Zheng Lin: "If I don't support me, I will submit to you."

Chen Ming: "I will accept you."

Ji Ling: ""

He slapped Wang Yixin's hand expressionlessly and picked up the dining plate: "We should go to class."

The afternoon classes were also full.
To be continued...