If there is anything else worth remembering when Xu Qiao was in the elementary school, maybe she was lucky enough to have a friend in those dark years.

The boy was two years older than her and was a discipline committee member of the school's brigade. Although he was like her and his family was not outstanding in the circle, he was very good at the top grades, gentle and helpful, and looked very clean and clean, and his situation was not as bad as hers.

She could no longer remember the specific situation when she first met him.

She recognized that period as a "childhood shame", so many memories were faded by her subconscious when she grew up. I only vaguely remembered that one day, she was made difficult by Zhao Baoxing and others in the gym, and he appeared and drove them away.

He is a brigade discipline committee member, and it is not difficult to restrain the bullying juniors for legitimate reasons, so similar incidents have happened several times afterwards.

After a few times, she realized that he seemed not to be in charge of discipline, but to help her, so she took the initiative to ask for his name.

"Song Mian." - Just like just now, he only said these two words, and left in a hurry without explaining which "Mian" it was, probably without thinking about getting any reward.

Back then, she didn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, so she chased him and stopped him and said, "My family makes jewelry, I'll give you two diamonds, thank you."

He waved his hand and said no.

She asked again, wouldn’t you help me in vain?

He smiled and said, "Then you should be my friend from now on. It's a good idea for a friend to help your friend, so you don't have to give diamonds."

Xu Qiao was able to remember this conversation very clearly, perhaps because it was the first person in this city who was willing to be her friend.

And what he said was "You should be my friend", not "I should be your friend" like a noble person.

So she accepted him happily.

But the two were not in the same grade and said they were friends, but they did not get too many interactions later.

In Xu Qiao's memories, there was only that summer. Occasionally after school, he accompanied her in the stands of the green field, holding a Chinese book, correcting her mocked accent over and over again.

So although this boy suddenly bid farewell to her after the summer ended, and even though so many years have passed, his face has blurred in her heart, she can still associate him with a faint, refreshing smell of grass when she hears his name.

Xu Qiao stood in the entrance hall for a long time, slightly confused.

It's a coincidence that if she had been a few months earlier, she might not have been able to immediately dig out this number of people from her memories.

The reason why I remember easily at this moment is because when I was dumped by Cheng Ye before, Zhu Li said that she was so pitiful. Her first love was given to such a scumbag. She was not convinced and thought for a long time. She said that her first love was obviously in elementary school, and she was beautified by her memory that she could not tell the truth. She described him as a hero knight who was wearing a colorful holy cloak and auspicious clouds, saving the princess from water and fire.

Zhu Li said that "Is it considered a relationship when reading texts together in elementary school chickens"? She insisted on saying that she forced the person out of the old past and first love.

Xu Qiao wanted to talk to Zhu Li about this to digest the shock of reunion with Song Mian, but they had been disconnected for a long time.

She had no choice but to set out to the studio first, while silently sorting out the reasons why Song Mian hid in front of her in the car.

After he left without saying goodbye, she was angry and sad for a while until she learned that he followed his parents south because of difficulties in his family's business, so she felt relieved.

Thinking about this, is Song Mian the same as she is now, feeling that her family has declined, so she is unwilling to face her old friends?

But since he doesn't like this circle, at his age, why don't he work in a large hospital and work as a private doctor for rich people?

There were too many doubts. If Xu Qiao had been in the past, she might have asked him clearly without hesitation. But now she has "empathy" about his situation and suddenly she dared not do whatever she wants.

Moreover, her attitude of being condescending and asking questions in the bottom of the situation should have made him feel uncomfortable.

Xu Qiao was thinking about his thoughts all the way, and walked up the spiral ladder of the studio like a wandering soul, suddenly coming to him.

"Ah, Miss Yu, I'm just looking for you!" The other party stopped holding the tablet.

Xu Qiao raised her head and recognized the person.

This is a jewelry designer who works with her. She is not much the same age as her. She is also a newcomer. Her surname is Pi Dan, and everyone in the studio calls him "Little Pidan".

"What are you looking for me to do?" Xu Qiao asked absent-mindedly.

Pi Dan touched the back of his head embarrassedly: "That's it, that's it. Can I share a large studio with you recently? I want to participate in this competition..." He showed her the tablet, "You need to prepare a hand-painted manuscript. Your lighting equipment is better."

"No problem." Xu Qiao nodded, about to pass by him, and glanced at the flat screen, "Wait a minute, what kind of game is this?"

She said, pointing to the Burmese sapphire with an amazing visual clarity and carat count on the screen.

"A folk jewelry design competition in Belgium, this Burmese sapphire is one of the top spots."

"A folk competition is so big?" Xu Qiao was surprised.

"Yes, everyone was shocked. Do you know the jewelry collector Townsend?"

"certainly."

"A while ago, Townsend held a jewelry auction in North City. The bracelet made of Burmese sapphire cost 20 million yuan. Have you heard of this?"

"..." Not only did she hear about it, she was also the loser in that auction.

Xu Qiao nodded: "Well, I heard a little."

"This raw stone was sponsored by Townsend. It not only reaches the Royal Blue level, but also has a purer clarity than the main stone of the bracelet at the auction, with a weight of nearly 80 carats. And it is actually the first prize for the newcomer group."

"Newcomer group?"

"Yes, the competition is divided into professional groups and newcomers. The prizes from the professional groups have not been announced yet. The gold medal from the new team is this raw stone. Do you think it's thorny?"

Xu Qiao's mind was shaken, and his face was calm: "It's a little stimulating." - It's very stimulating.

"Although this kind of folk competition is not valuable in terms of authority, it is quite worth trying for newcomers. Maybe it will make its mark. Besides, the prizes are so rich, if you don't try it, you will never know how close you are to getting rich overnight."

"What you said is not unreasonable." - It makes too reasonable.

Xu Qiao patted his shoulder, walked upstairs thoughtfully into the office, closed the door calmly, ran to the computer, and searched for information about the game crazily.

When she learned that there were only ten hours left before the registration deadline, she felt that she might not be able to think about Song Mian for the time being.

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Sometimes when people make a decision, they often need to be pushed by time.

When you consider whether to do something for a full week, many negative factors will dispel your enthusiasm and aggravate your concerns day by day, but when you only have ten hours left, this may be determined when you are hot.

Xu Qiao contacted Yu Jin and got her "can give it a try" answer in the evening. She excitedly filled in her personal information and submitted her registration application in the name of "Yu Li" in the intern jewelry designer of Berger Jewelry Studio.

After doing all this, it was completely dark.

When Pi Dan heard that she had signed up, she was very happy that she had a fellow fellow man on the way to get rich, so she ordered her dinner and encouraged her to enter the studio together.

Xu Qiao was about to go into seclusion to create when he suddenly received a text message from Cheng Lang: "Come downstairs?"

After the drunken incident, she had never met Cheng Lang.

Xu Qiao was a little worried and wanted to pretend that she couldn't see it, but when she saw Bentley through the floor-to-ceiling window, she stopped downstairs and had to reply: "I'm busy."

Cheng Lang: "It will delay you for fifteen minutes."

"..." Xu Qiao is not able to look directly at the word "fifteen minutes". After taking a deep breath, she did some psychological construction before wrapping her coat and scarf, putting on a hat covering her forehead and going downstairs.

Bentley drove to the studio door, and the kung fu that she couldn't freeze her when she got into the car. Her fully armed look made people laugh.

Xu Qiao sat in the back seat, kept the farthest distance from Cheng Lang, and said at a very fast speed: "Why do you want to find me?"

It's like a child who does something wrong, using a bad attitude to hide his guilt and panic.

Cheng Lang lowered his head and smiled, watching her dress up as a rice dumpling, lowered half of the car window to prevent the temperature difference between inside and outside the car from being too large, causing her to catch a cold from the cold and hot, and then took out an ice pack from the car refrigerator: "Put your forehead."

She was stunned: "Ah, Dr. Song...had he told you?"

"Yes." Cheng Lang waved, "Come here."

Xu Qiao shook her head and reached out to him: "Give me the ice pack, I'll do it myself..."

He touched her palm with the ice pack.

Xu Qiao immediately shrank back: "Hiss..."

"Do you still have to do it yourself?" he asked.

"Why are you not cold?" She looked at him slantedly and pointed at the position of her cheeks. "Are you particularly thick-skinned?"

"Yes, I'm very thick-skinned," Cheng Lang nodded in a funny way, "Can you come here?"

Xu Qiao cleared his throat, moved a little reluctantly, and leaned over half of his body stingyly.

Cheng Lang turned sideways, took off her hat with one hand, and helped her back with the back of the seat behind her to leverage the force.

Xu Qiao's heart trembled suddenly, and he looked at his arms that were circled over nervously: "Can you change your position?"

This position seemed like he was talking slutty in her ear.

Cheng Lang lowered his eyes to look at her: "What are your creativity?"

"Just, it's OK except this position."

Cheng Lang retreated, picked up a small pillow, and put it on his lap: "Then you lie down."

"..." This posture seems to be more restrictive.

"Didn't it mean that everything is OK except that position?" Cheng Lang urged, "It's useless to heat up the ice bag. Don't you want to wear a hat to cover your forehead all winter?"

Xu Qiao glared: "So serious?"

"Dr. Song said."

"He didn't tell me that it would take that long."

"Tell me."

When he happened to mention Song Mian, Xu Qiao had an idea and said with the flow: "There are two more statements. I think he is a quack doctor? If he is really capable, why don't he go to a big hospital at such a young age to exploit the capitalist class like you?"
To be continued...