The Internet is such a good thing.

In the past, teachers could only listen to whatever they taught, but now it is different. Qin Guanglin's computer stores a bunch of classroom videos of famous professors downloaded from the Internet, not only art, but also other aspects of sociology and archaeology.

If you continue to study, you can certainly hear lectures from these academic masters, but just going to class just because of interest is a waste of time. It is best to see their style in your spare time.

Broaden your knowledge and learn more about the places you are interested in. This is the fun of Qin Guanglin. Watching their lecture videos often makes you feel enlightened.

Anyone who is at the top in his field will have a different way of thinking than ordinary people. Learning this way of thinking is the best way to broaden his horizons, and of course, he will also be improved on the cognitive level.

After watching the big guy explaining Western culture for a while, Qin Guanglin searched for papers on the differences in love between China and the West. He seemed a little ignorant, and just thought about it and fell asleep.

On May 20th, light rain.

Qin Guanglin got up and went to the window and sighed secretly. This ghost weather is definitely not suitable for appointment, so why bother going out for fun.

He turned around to the bed and touched his cell phone. Why didn’t he say good morning to him as usual? He replied, thought about it and put it together, planning to go out for a walk alone.

After leaving the room, Qin Ma was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. When she saw him coming out to greet him: "There is porridge in the pot."

"Oh OK."

Qin's mother looked down at the newspaper again, and after a moment, she remembered something: "There is a plate of pickles in the refrigerator that is delicious, why not make it?"

It looks like it was not bought outside, but made by yourself with white radish.

"Yes." Qin Guanglin remembered that he wanted to make a small pickle, it should be that plate.

"I'll let her come to my house and teach me how to do it. It's good to have a meal."

"Okay." Qin Guanglin put out a bowl of porridge and instructed: "Don't let her know what I said to you yesterday."

"Your mom is not stupid."

Qin's mother didn't care and didn't take it seriously. She didn't even tell her horoscope yet, but she just wanted to get married. The silly boy was still too young.

But then again, it would be great if I could succeed. Nowadays, young people are spoiled, so why bother this girl is really much better than ordinary people... Thinking of this, Qin's mother couldn't help but ask, "How do you plan to marry?"

"Just...just... that's it." Qin Guanglinka didn't say anything.

"Where is that?"

"Uh... I will get married after dating for a long time."

Qin's mother sneered: "The more likely result of dating for a long time is breaking up."

"Bao, how is that possible?" Qin Guanglin felt that his mother was deliberately causing trouble for him.

"How is it impossible?" Qin's mother put down the newspaper and turned around, ready to argue with him, "Look, why bother to be in school now and graduate soon.

After she left school and started working, she would have more knowledge and her vision would definitely improve. Society is different from school. Those excellent people are caught by a lot, tsk tsk..."

The more Qin Guanglin listened, the worse the taste became. It made sense to think about it carefully. He couldn't drink half a bowl of porridge in his hand, so he simply put it on the table, "What should I do?"

"What does she like about you?" Qin Ma turned into an emotional expert and began to help analyze.

"I don't know either."

"That's over." Qin Ma shook her head, "I might break up one day when I was confused."

"Don't curse me."

Qin Guanglin thought for a while, "She wants to be a teacher, and there are only a few teachers in the school. There shouldn't be any particularly outstanding ones, right?"

"Be a teacher?" Qin Ma has an extraordinary favorable impression of the profession of teacher. "Then you have to hurry up, such a good daughter is hard to find."

"You have to help me. I have no clue at all. I'm too passive." Qin Guanglin was a little nervous when Qin's mother said something just now, and she felt uneasy.

"Wait for me to think about it."

Seeing Qin's mother falling into thought, Qin Guanglin picked up the porridge and poured it into his mouth, packed the table and sat opposite her, waiting to receive guidance.

"Do you know her friends? Or does she know your friends?" Qin Ma asked.

Qin Guanglin shook his head, "I don't know."

"That won't work. Your circle of friends must have intersections, so that is conducive to development."

"It seems to make sense."

"Do you have a common hobby?" Qin Ma asked again.

"Reading a book."

"No, too little." Emotional expert Qin Ma made a guiding opinion: "The more common interests you have, the better, it's better to do the same thing with two people."

Qin Guanglin slapped his thigh, "Yes! Why didn't I expect it?"

"Because you are stupid." Qin Ma despised.

"What else? Teach me more."

"I have to think about it slowly, and I will tell you when I think about it."

Qin Guanglin sat for a while and knew that this was too urgent, so he simply found an umbrella to go out.

"You think about it, I'll go out for a walk." He greeted Qin's mother, "I won't come back to eat at noon."

“Where to go?”

"Sit up by the Luo River."

It’s also idle, so it’s better to go stroll by the river to pick up the wind. Luohe River is of great significance to Luohe City. You will never have to worry about selling landscape paintings about Luohe. Of course, you have to paint well.

Whether it is in love or getting married, money is indispensable.

When I went out with an umbrella, the road outside was a little wet, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, and they were all in a hurry. The little fat man squatted at the door of Lao Pan convenience store and teased the black charcoal. When he saw Qin Guanglin, he shouted: "Brother Lin! I will take the black charcoal painting tomorrow to participate in the competition!"

"Okay, come back with a prize." Qin Guanglin responded.

What are the awards for primary school? Pencil case? Eraser?

The little fat dun'er is full of confidence, "I will definitely win the prize, and I will give you the prize at that time!"

"You keep it yourself."

Qin Guanglin declined his kindness and walked slowly towards the bus stop. He was thinking about what Qin's mother said after graduation. It seemed that campus feelings were quite fragile?

The right way is to make yourself better.

The dense drizzle hit the umbrella and made a slight sound. The car next to him would not splash when he drove through the road, but the tires would still carry some mud beads. He tried to walk on the far side of the road.

There were a lot of people waiting for the bus under the awning at the bus stop. Perhaps some of them were simply hiding from the rain, and several of them did not hold umbrellas in their hands.

Without taking up the rain-lossing position, Qin Guanglin stood beside the bus stop with an umbrella, quietly watching the bus coming, paused for a moment and let the passenger get on the bus and drove away.

The bus is like a huge iron monster, and there are a few people eating at every stop. Qin Guanglin suddenly became interested in buying a car, not only would it be much more convenient, but it would also make it easier to squeeze in the bus.

He knew why he didn't like to have any physical contact with people. Whether she was handing something to others or paying money outside, she would try to put the money on the table or counter, and rarely hand it to others directly with her hands.
Chapter completed!