In April, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the bells are flying and grass grows.

At the gate of Beicheng University, Qiu Li stopped the motorcycle and took off the goggles on Jiang Yu's head.

Beicheng University is a century-old famous school with a relatively low-key school gate. It has a security booth and a car gear. The gate is made of ink marble.

The words "Beicheng University" are also from the calligraphy masters of modern China, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, and pens moving like dragons and snakes.

After entering the campus, towering ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the road. The ginkgo trees were densely covered with branches and leaves, making it difficult for the sun to penetrate, and occasionally a few mottled spots of light were revealed on the ground.

Today is the last batch of independent art moves from the Department of Art at Beicheng University. Jiang Yu stood in front of the art building with the recommendation letter written by Xue Jiayi to her, looking very nervous.

Qiu Li carefully stroked the bangs on her forehead and slowly reminded: "Don't argue with the teacher. Listen to your advice and don't refute."

"Um."

"You have to knock on the door when you enter, remember to bring the door with you when you go out."

"Um."

"When you meet a dean or leader, don't call it a professional title, you will be called a teacher."

Seeing that he was talking non-stop, Jiang Yu said: "Oh my god, when is it time for Qiu Li to tell me to be polite?"

Qiu Li pinched her little nose and pushed her into the building: "I'll go around and call me when you finish."

"Okay."

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, calmed down his nervousness, and walked into the gate of the Academy of Arts.

Qiu Li squinted his eyes and looked at the time of the library clock opposite. It was now 8:30 in the morning. Such an admissions exam would probably not be available for less than two hours.

He locked his motorcycle and walked around the roadside, passing by a public map indicator bar.

Beicheng University has a square campus layout, with colleges and colleges arranged one after another, located in various districts of the school.

Qiu Li saw the School of Physics, located on the lakeside southwest of Beicheng University.

His heart moved and he couldn't help but walk over.

A few minutes later, he stood in front of the Red Wall Building of the School of Physics.

In his memory, his mother, whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years, should have worked in this building.

Several young college students walked out of the building with their backpacks, holding models in their hands, discussing issues in mechanical movement.

Qiu Li looked at them with some envy.

They might be his mother's students, and they might have even taken her class.

Qiu Li stood in front of the door for a few minutes, finally made up his mind and walked in with a step.

In fact, at the beginning, he was just curious and wanted to see what his mother usually works like.

But desire is like there is no end. When I come here, I think... Maybe my mother is in this building now, if I can see her from afar...

Qiu Li walked into the physics building with heavy steps.

Passing by the mirror of clothes and clothes by the door, Qiu Li looked at himself in the mirror.

Not sloppy, very clean.

Today I was interviewing with Jiang Yu. He specially wore a brand new light-colored loose sweatshirt with straight black trousers, which looked like a normal student.

Mom should like herself like this.

Qiu Li reorganized his clothes, smoothed the wrinkles, and then went upstairs.

The building is relatively old and has no elevator. There are pine potted plants at the corners of the steps on each floor, which is very fragrant with books.

Qiu Li came to the office area on the second floor and saw signs hanging at the doors of each office, such as the counselor's office, teaching and research room, classroom lounge, administrative office, etc.

He walked around the corridor of the office area and could not find the familiar figure in his memory.

Qiu Li could no longer remember what his mother looked like. Later, when he was in junior high school, he learned that his mother was a professor in the Department of Physics of Beicheng University, so he went to the official website of Beicheng University to search for information about his mother.

Over the years, he collected all the photos of his mother winning awards, the figures in promotional posters, and even videos of online classes... and pieced together his mother's appearance in his memory bit by bit.

There are several teachers who are resting during class breaks in the classroom and several female teachers of similar age, but none of them are his mother.

Qiu Li looked around but couldn't find it. With a faint disappointment in his heart, he returned to the lobby on the first floor.

But at this moment, a woman with a regular bun entered the physics building.

The shirt and small suit on her body were slim-fitted, and the skirt outlined her soft curves. She held the lesson plan in her hand and walked in with her steps.

Qiu Li's heart contracted.

It's...Mom.

Ren Xian passed by Qiu Li and saw him staring at him in a slight surprise, then said, "The classroom is here, class is going to be held. Where are you going?"

Qiu Li didn't react and was a little stunned.

Ren Xian took a few steps, and saw that he didn't follow him, and said, "Let's go, class is coming."

He suddenly realized that his mother should have regarded him as her student.

She didn't recognize it at all...

That's right, how old was he when she left?

Qiu Li felt disappointed, but he breathed another sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't recognize it, otherwise he really didn't know how to end it.

He was not ready to see his mother at all. The reason why he came here was just to take a look from a distance. It was enough to be able to take a look.

Qiu Li's mind was empty, following her house like a robot, and came to the stairs classroom at the end of the third floor.

The classroom was already full of students. After Qiu Li went in, he simply sat in the last row of the classroom and sat in an empty corner.

Ren Xian taught basic physics courses. Because Qiu Li only had the knowledge of high school physics, he could understand part of the content of Ren Xian’s classroom, combined with the physics principles learned in high school, and took out the book he carried with him and carefully took notes of the top scholars.

Ren Xian’s classroom atmosphere is very lively, and it can be seen that the students all like her very much.

She has a wit and humor that is not suitable for her age. She has a very elegant manner, speaks gracefully and speaks with great taste. Even if it is just a boring knowledge point, she will not feel drowsy.

In her class, the students spoke very actively, while the students who did not speak focused on taking notes, and the atmosphere was particularly good.

The time of a class passed quickly, and the bell rang and the students walked out of the classroom one after another.

Qiu Li did not leave immediately. He looked at Ren Xian who was packing his notebook and lesson plans from afar through the huge staircase classroom, with a little reluctance and attachment in his eyes.

Before leaving, Ren Xian looked at him and smiled and said, "Are you here to take the class?"

"I am."

"No wonder, I didn't bring any books. If you were a classmate in our class, I would criticize you." Ren Xian smiled, with curved eyes and sweet dimples on her cheeks.

"Feel sorry."

"Which college do you belong to? Can you understand basic physics?"

"Not very capable." Qiu Li explained: "I... am a high school student. I'm in the college entrance examination this year and want to take the Beicheng University."

"So that's it. It seems that I came here to listen to the class in advance. Do the teacher meet your expectations?"

Ren Xian has a cheerful personality and does not have the airs of a teacher at all. She communicates with her classmates with her very friendly communication.

Qiu Li bent his mouth slightly and said, "The teacher is very nice. I have taken notes."

After saying that, he reservedly handed the notebook in his hand to Ren Xian to read."

"You are very serious!" Ren Xian looked through his notes, and a hint of surprise flashed between his eyebrows. He basically understood her course content. It was hard to imagine that this was an understanding that a high school student could do.

She exchanged the notebook for him and asked him solemnly: "Are you interested in applying for the physics major at Beicheng University?"

"I...ready to fill in psychology."

Hearing the three words "psychology", Ren Xian suddenly lost his mind for a few seconds, and then said: "Oh, psychology, our school's psychology major ranks among the top in the country, it's very good."

Qiu Li immediately captured the strange color in Ren Xian's eyes. He didn't know if she thought of the terrifying demon father, or some memories about herself.

Ren Xian looked at the time and said, "Then I'll leave first, I wish you a title in advance."

"Thanks..."

When Ren Xian was about to leave the classroom, Qiu Li suddenly called her: "That..."

Ren Xian turned around and asked with a smile: "Is there anything else?"

Qiu Li's "mom" sounded like a "mom" had reached his throat, but looking at her amiable face, he still...

Retreat.

Mom doesn't remember him at all.

Mom is very good now...

But he is not that good.

"I want to say goodbye, Teacher Ren."

"goodbye."
To be continued...