surnamed Wang

In the early morning, the sun shone into the room. Liu Heng woke up in a daze and saw a figure in the room from the corner of his eye.

He suddenly became energetic and turned around to look. It turned out that there was an extra painting on the wall.

The woman in the painting has clear features and beautiful eyes. Although it is just an outline of ink, her expression is lifelike.

Liu Hengyue looked more and more familiar, and finally realized that this was Zhou Xiaotong.

In the portrait, she is dressed in ancient costume, with tall temples. Not to mention, she is pretty.

"Aunt Zhang, who put this painting here?" Liu Heng shouted outside.

The nanny who was cleaning came in after hearing the sound and said while wiping her hands:

"It was your friend who hung it up, and he said it was thanks to you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thanks for the sports car."

"What?"

Liu Heng jumped out of bed barefoot and ran to the window. The yard was empty.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan was on his way to school by car. He was busy until midnight last night, so he woke up late. In addition, this is a suburban area, so it is not convenient to take a taxi.

Of course, the above are at most secondary reasons, the main one is that he wants to experience the envious eyes of others.

It's just that before the rate of return broke the meter, the speed of the car did break the meter first. Before he knew it, he had already driven to 150 kilometers. Wang Tangquan himself didn't notice it at all, and even wanted to go faster.

When he came to the school, he was greeted with the attention gift he had dreamed of, which was also mixed with pointing and chuckling.

The news about Wang Pingquan being kept by a rich second generation has spread throughout the school. Everyone is not envious at all, but only admires his courage.

The Qing Dynasty will be Qing Dynasty. Wang Biquan has already developed a thick skin in hundreds of years of life. Although he does not remember it, his indifference in the face of thousands of people can't be erased.

Calmly walked into the teaching building and started the exam - Wang Biquan would not be in such a hurry if it were not for the make-up exam today.

If you fail the course again this time, you don't need to participate in the next semester's internship, just choose to retake it.

He had gone to the dean of the department before, hoping that the other party would be more tolerant in view of their friendship, and it would be best to reveal the exam questions.

Unexpectedly, the old guy became serious and said that he should distinguish between public and private affairs, that he was a serious and responsible teacher, and so on. Finally, he shamelessly led Wang Pingquan to drink, wasting a day in vain.

Fortunately, Wang Biquan studied carefully enough. He finished answering questions in half an hour, handed in the papers and walked out of the teaching building. It was still early, and he planned to go back and sort out his calligraphy and paintings.

I was busy until after one o'clock last night, and I had just finished half of the finishing work. I looked at the four good treasures of the study, and on a whim, I drew two paintings. When I came to my senses, it was already past three o'clock.

One of them was prepared for Liu Heng and is now hanging in his room. As for the other one, it is a person deep in his mind who often appears in his dreams. When he wakes up, he does not remember anything.

The painting is still on the second floor. He only wears peach pink clothes, and his face has not been painted yet.

Wang Pingquan got into the car and suddenly heard a vibration all around him. He thought it was an illusion and turned around to see that many students were looking around in surprise, and some of the quick-thinking ones were already running towards the open space.

This was the fourth earthquake in a few days, each time more obvious than the last. One of them happened in the middle of the night, and many people didn't know it at all.

The vibration still didn't last long, maybe ten seconds.

Wang Gangquan was a hard-working student, he didn't need to carry the sky when it fell, so he didn't take it to heart, started the car and drove towards the suburbs.

……

Months passed by, and life gradually returned to calm.

The New Year is approaching, but there is not much joy in the entire capital. The more and more frequent earthquakes make the people panic.

Just a few days ago, a building under construction had not yet solidified after being poured, and it was directly shaken to pieces, and cracks and tilts of houses also appeared in other places.

The dynasty has strong financial resources and these problems have been properly dealt with, but fixing them only treats the symptoms rather than the root causes.

Experts have not given an explanation for a long time, but many places are secretly building bunkers. Some conspiracy theorists speculate that the court is deliberately concealing something.

Similar phenomena occurred not only in the capital, but also in other parts of the dynasty. Even foreign countries were not immune. Tsunamis, volcanoes, and floods occurred in many countries one after another...

Although there are constant comments about the end of the world on the Internet, as long as that day does not come, people still need to run for life.

Wang Biquan was due to start an internship next semester. After the holiday, he called his cousin Song Hao.

The two haven't been in touch for a long time, but they are relatives after all. After exchanging pleasantries, the other party immediately agreed to his request.

"Xiao Quan, it's the family leader's birthday in a few days. There will be many famous people at the banquet. Come over when you have time, and I will help introduce them to you."

The Nangong family is a high-ranking wealthy family in the capital, and they have been married to the royal family since ancient times. It is said that the current head of the family, Nangong Fu, is still the aunt of the current emperor.

It happened to be the old lady's [-]th birthday, so the occasion couldn't be smaller. Wang Biquan knew that his cousin was sincere in helping him, so he quickly agreed.

A few days later, at the Wanhe Villa in the west of the city, several rolls of firecrackers stretched from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Accompanied by the crackling that lasted half an hour, the crumbling red cannon paper cover covered the entire mountain road.

Luxury cars drove into this restaurant with a great view, and an ordinary taxi in the middle looked a bit eye-catching.

When they arrived at the place, Wang Pingquan got out of the car with a box in his arms, packed his cheap suits, and entered the banquet hall with the surrounding dignitaries.

Although his behavior was strange, the attendees were all well-known figures in the capital and did not waste time showing disdain. A few people even took the initiative to talk to him.

After learning that the young people were Song Hao's relatives, all of them also showed kindness, and after a few words of entertainment, they went to find someone else.

Everyone was smiling and friendly, but Wang Gangquan knew that they had arranged the order of the others in private.

Not surprisingly, he should be classified as "useless", and even his cousin Song Hao, in the eyes of these "upper class people", is nothing more than a camper who clings to the powerful.

He had never come into contact with any dignitaries, but he could figure out their thoughts unconsciously.

While I was thinking wildly, a young man came over.

"Xiaoquan, long time no see."

The person who came was Wang Bingquan's cousin Song Hao.

The man was in his early thirties, handsome, with a tall and straight figure and well-fitting clothes, he was very eye-catching in the crowd, no wonder he was able to win the hearts of women from the Nangong family.

Many people in the market call him a pretty boy, but Song Hao himself is not weak in ability, and he does not speak out of a slutty family. He manages the company in an orderly manner by himself.

"Cousin, it's been a long time."

Wang Pingquan bowed his hand and handed the long box over.

"This is a birthday gift for Senior Nangong."

In this trip, he asked for others, and he still followed the rules.

Song Hao was not polite, took the brocade box and took him to the corner of the hall.

Most of the people there are young people in their 30s and [-]s, who are easy to get along with and don't speak too politely.

A brief introduction, a girl in her early twenties was very interested in the long box in Song Hao's hand, she asked for it, and then opened it in front of everyone.

There are two scrolls inside, one with a book and one with a painting.

... (end of this chapter)