When will Mr. Xu be reinstated?

Chapter 19

Jingyu got permission and put the clothes he brought into the closet.

Mu Chi's closet is very large, with all kinds of shirts, most of them are white, mixed with his body fragrance, it is refreshing and tangy.

Jing Yu's hand slowly brushed over the silk-like whiteness, soft and delicate, just like the deep ditch in Mu Chi's back when he made it with him.No, it is far from comparable.

He quietly looked at the clothes he put together with Mu Chi, and he felt as if they were living together.

The other two rooms...

Jingyu walked through the living room, walked gently, and opened one of the doors. The bed sheets were simple and old-fashioned. He opened the closet, and the clothes were obviously in the style of Mu Chi's mother.

There is another room, he pushed open the door, this room is obviously much empty, very deserted, it can be seen that there are not many people living there.But the string of wind chimes by the window is very delicate.

Jing Yu didn't go in, just closed the door and paced around the bookshelf.

Mu Chi really likes to read books, the style of the books is similar to his bookshelf in N City, most of them are art monographs.How many books did he scan, huh?There are even Mu Chi's works.He pulled it out and flipped through it casually.Well, Mr. Wang should buy a few books and put them in the office, and read them when he has free time, so that he can have more common topics with Mu Chi.

He continued walking along the bookshelves.Suddenly, his eyes locked on a small box on the third shelf at the top. The bronze-colored wooden box was exquisite and small. It was not very conspicuous among the stacks of books, and it could even be said to be hidden.

He couldn't help but take it out, the touch from the solid wood was very delicate, and at first glance, he felt that it should be a very important treasure.

Jingyu unscrewed the iron buckle on the box, and a sense of antiquity came over his face—it was a key.

He carefully observed the edge of the key, guessing where the key might be, and it should be stored separately in such a delicate small box.

Jingyu couldn't help being curious, and walked around the room with the key, carefully examining the container with the keyhole.

From the bedside table to the wardrobe, from the wardrobe to the cabinet, and finally back from the cabinet, could it be the drawer under the desk?

The desk is very big, made of black solid wood, next to the window, there are neatly placed a notebook, several books, a dark green desk lamp, and a vase with a few budding orchids in it. Beautiful, exquisite and elegant.

He sat on the wooden chair in front of the desk and looked at the chest of drawers under the desk.

The first and second ones can be opened as soon as they are drawn, but only the third one can't be opened.

Like a ghost, he inserted the key in his hand into the lock, turned it gently, and opened the drawer with a click.

In the drawer was a stack of receipts and several documents, the top one resembling an airline ticket.He knelt down to take a closer look, but was suddenly stunned.

It was a flight ticket from Beijing to London last year, and a few English documents are attached below, which are invitations to attend academic conferences.

He scrolled down again, there were [-] air tickets, seven round trips, that is to say, during the eight years after separation, Mu Chi would go back and forth to London almost every year.

Some are conference invitations, some are exhibition notices, and some are awards ceremonies.For the last set, Jing Yu stared wide-eyed, in disbelief—the one that was put together with the last set of air tickets was the admission notice for a master’s degree from the top 1 art school in the UK.

Why, why didn't you enroll?Isn't this your ideal first choice?He still remembered that Mu Chi said that he had almost saved enough tuition fees by soliciting manuscripts, and he would definitely apply when the time came.

Why didn't I go after I applied for it? Is it possible to get a direct Ph.D. at University A?

But after you go there, you can continue to apply for a doctorate. Mu Chi is so good, there must be no problem.

He frowned tightly, unable to figure out the joints.

There is an envelope at the bottom.

I've seen so many, it's not bad for this one.

Jing Yu gently pulled the envelope out from the pile of documents.

After opening it, he regretted it - there was only one photo in the envelope, it was a photo of Mu Chi and another person, someone he never wanted to see again -

It was the first day he and Mu Chi confirmed their relationship, the person who came to him to declare his sovereignty.

It was the person Mu Chi hugged gently, coaxing "I'm just playing with him, don't mind" with a gentle voice.

His hands trembled a little.

The background of the photo is blurred, so I can't see where it is.In the photo, Mu Chi looked like a teenager, with his eyes closed, facing the birthday cake, clasped his hands together and made a wish.And that person was gently kissing his forehead.Both are laughing.

The photo is a snapshot, there must be other people at the scene.

His mind went blank, but he suddenly thought of the 15 photos in Mu Chi's old home in N City, which was clipped in the "Song Ci".

Trembling, he turned the photo over.Sure enough, there is a line of characters, a poem, written in small letters——

Nung, moon and new moon.

It is common practice and late to sign the name.

He couldn't help thinking that Mu Chi and him, from friend to py to lover, didn't take a single photo with him, especially when Mu Chi's birthday was on Mid-Autumn Festival, he disappeared directly, and he would never let him find him.

It's also called "I don't want to celebrate my birthday."

Was it with someone else?

He swayed and wanted to stand up involuntarily, but felt that his legs seemed to be extremely heavy, making it difficult to move.

After Mu Chi and Shen Qingchuan had dinner at Dean Zhang's house, the two walked from the family area to the college, chatting about the project situation along the way.

"Mr. Cheng, didn't you say you're resting at home? Why are you here?" Wei Yang couldn't help being surprised when he saw Mu Chi walk into the office, especially bringing a mature man with outstanding temperament.

"Well, let's talk about something." Mu Chi said, "This is Cheng Chen's President Shen."

Wei Yang stood up from his seat and walked over, "Mr. Shen, I'm Wei Yang, Dean Zhang's doctoral student, and Teacher Cheng's junior."

"Hello, Dr. Wei." Qing Chuan nodded lightly.

"Writing a thesis?" Mu Chi asked.

"Yes, the time is tight." Wei Yang frowned with a trace of worry, "The expert reviewers at the design summit gave feedback, and the revised paper must be submitted before next Wednesday."

"Well, feel free to ask me any questions."

"Thank you, Teacher Cheng." Seeing that Mu Chi picked up the card on the table, Wei Yang said, "This card was brought by the people from the Academic Affairs Office this morning, saying that the school is going to hold an excellent alumni experience exchange meeting and invites you to attend .”

Mu Chi glanced at it, it was an invitation letter from the humanities and social sciences group of the exchange meeting.

In the past years, the alumni experience exchange meeting at the school level often selected industry leaders and industry elites to strengthen communication between the school and outside the school. Alumni who stayed at the school to teach were rarely invited, because it was not necessary at all.He was puzzled, why did the Office of Academic Affairs invite him?

Mu Chi put the invitation card into the chest pocket of his shirt, and checked later.

Then he picked up the notebook on the table and looked at Shen Qingchuan, "Mr. Shen, shall we go to the next meeting room to discuss research ideas?"

"it is good."

Wei Yang also followed after hearing the words, and left after helping them connect the projection equipment.

"My thinking is probably like this," Mu Chi finished speaking, looking at Qing Chuan, "In short, use the basis of traditional cultural theory to study the art practice of modern commercial culture, and expand the existing theoretical research between the two."

"Teacher Cheng's research context is very clear, Sheng Chuan will fully cooperate." Qing Chuan affirmed. "However, I'm a little worried. Shengchuan's commercial projects are not the advantage, and I'm afraid they can't fully support Teacher Qi Cheng's research."

Indeed, Shengchuan is leading the space development and practice of cultural projects, completely opposite to Xu Group.But there is no way, the project that Dean Zhang favored was snatched away, and he is definitely not willing to look down and accept Xu's other projects.An old professor of his age and status has the arrogance and strength of an intellectual.

Mu Chi lowered her eyes, "Let's try it first."

See if you can refine the subject and stay ahead of other subject groups.The project has been robbed, and the innovation point of research can no longer be robbed.

Qingchuan couldn't say any more, "Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Okay," Mu Chi said with a smile, "I wonder if Boss Shen is free for me to treat me to a light meal."

"my pleasure."

"Mr. Shen, wait a moment. I'll ask Dr. Wei if he wants to come with us."

Mu Chi closed the notebook, put away the equipment, and walked out of the meeting room.

"Teacher Cheng? Are you finished?" Wei Yang saw Mu Chi walk into the office and looked up from the computer.

"Well, let's go to dinner together?"

"Ah..." Wei Yang said with regret on his face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, I promised my classmate's birthday party tonight."