Chapter Twelve: Entering School

  On the fifteenth day of the first month, Qi Hui followed his father to the cemetery in the west of the city to pay respects to his mother.

  In front of their mother's grave, the father and son of the Qi family each had their own thoughts.

  "Mom, I've grown up, I'm already 16 years old, I will fulfill your last wish and also my dreams!"

  "In his heart, Zhi Kai silently said: 'I like the previous girl, I will pursue her with all my heart and get her to be mine. Mom, next time, I'll bring her along to visit you.'"

  After finishing the burial, Qi and his son walked along the shaded path. The greenery around the cemetery was transplanted, even in winter, it often maintained a hint of lushness.

  "Xiao Kai, shall we put your art school plans on hold for now?"

  Qitian Ming suddenly said.

  For his father's sudden change of heart, Qi Hui felt shocked and angry.

  "Dad! Why?"

  "Today I went to your mother's grave, and I realized a lot of things. Your mother also took the path of art at first, but in the end she still followed me and became an ordinary person who kept a low profile."

  "Your father only has you as a son, and the company will be 'handed over' to you in the future. I haven't told you these things before, but now that I've thought about it for a long time, I've decided to send you abroad to study and get an MBA."

  "Dad......" Qi Hui was stunned, how could his father be like this?

  It was clearly agreed upon yesterday, but I didn't expect it to change so quickly.

  "I'm giving you an option!"

  Qitian Ming took out two bank cards, "This one has 3 million, you go abroad to study, if the money is not enough later, I'll transfer more to you."

  "What about the other one?" asked Qi Hui.

  "There's 10,000 yuan in this account, plus the 6,000 yuan in your own card, it's enough for a year's tuition at an art school. You'll have to earn your own spending money and future tuition fees yourself!"

  Qitian Ming said with his eyes closed.

  Zi Ke didn't hesitate, and resolutely picked up the card with only 10,000 yuan on it.

  "Okay, I respect your decision."

  After Zitian Ming finished speaking, he turned around and walked ahead.

  As for Qi Hui's choice, Qi Tianming didn't feel annoyed, but instead felt a hint of relief.

  This is also a way to train children.

  At first, I resolutely quit my job and went into business on my own, with less than 300 yuan in my pocket.

  From renting a flatbed truck to help others transport coal, to setting up his own fruit stand, to now running a large supermarket.

  All the way here, every success was earned by myself with determination and courage in the face of adversity.

  No struggle, no success today.

  Zi Ke didn't know what his father was thinking, he just thought that with this money, the first year of art school should be fine for now.

  In the afternoon, Qi Kei found Hu Yinlin and said that he wanted to go to Fen Yuan Art School where Qiqi was studying, and asked Hu Yinlin to accompany him.

  "What? You're going to Fenyuan?"

  "Hu Yinlin's tone was different as he asked: 'Are you kidding me? That school is totally unsuitable for someone who really wants to study music!'"

  "I've made up my mind, I'm going to Fenyuan Art School, and I won't go to any other school!"

  Qī Huì said stubbornly.

  Hu Yinlin had no choice but to tell Qi Hui about the specific situation of Fen Yuan Art School.

  Fenyuan Art School was originally just a training class of social school nature and did not have any formal registration.

  Later, with Principal Zhang Bu Kai's help, it gradually transformed from an art student college entrance examination training class into a grade-separated art school.

  At first, there were three classes in school: music, art and dance.

  The total number of students in the school does not exceed one hundred, and some classes may have only five or six people.

  Later, in order to complete the enrollment indicators set by the city, the school added two more courses: computer class and preschool education class.

  However, due to some reasons, the art class and computer class were merged, and the music class and dance class were also merged.

  As time went on, Fen Yuan Art School also began to change its 'nature'.

  It started as a training institution for high school students and eventually became a social school.

  For some social-type folk small entertainment groups to transport employees.

  Some social entertainment venues such as song and dance halls, song and dance troupes, bars, nightclubs, wedding companies, etc. have made Fenyuan Art School a labor output base.

  It takes two or three years for a student who can be admitted to university to emerge, but most of these students are either transferred from high school or have been preparing for the exam for many years.

  "Are you sure you still want to go?"

  Hu Yinlin finished speaking and looked at Qi Wei.

  "Of course, it's normal to take some detours for the sake of a dream!"

  "This is no detour!"

  "It's very likely to be a dead end, if one day you become that kind of street performer and run around doing various wedding celebrations and temple fairs just for the sake of making money, I will look down on you!"

  "Is it that serious?"

  "It's very serious!" Hu Yinlin said: "You wouldn't have gone for Qiqige, would you?"

  Qī Huì's face turned red as he said, "No way? I'm doing it for my dream!"

  "Damn it!"

  Hu Yinlin said with a serious tone: "That Fen Yuan Art School has become the legendary romantic and flirtatious place in Jia City! With many female students and few male students, there's a saying on the streets that if you want to 'hook up', go to art school. The girls from Fen Yuan line up to choose, yesterday they were still innocent, but as soon as they enter school, they become mature women."

  "It's not that mysterious, is it?"

  Zhi Ke didn't believe it, thinking this must be a case of hearsay.

  Are there more girls in a normal school than an art school?

  Moreover, the female students of the nursing school also understand body structure, physiological knowledge, and professional mouth-to-mouth skills!

  "Haha, you'll know when you go!"

  "Hu Yinlin's eyes rolled around, 'It's just that I don't know about Qiqige... Hehe, never mind, never mind!'"

  Zi Ke knew what Hu Yinlin was going to say and blushed in rebuttal: "It's definitely not! I'm going to prove that you're wrong!"

  "Alright, as it happens I know their principal Zhang Bu Kai, so tomorrow I'll accompany you and introduce you to him!"

  Hu Yinlin's face 'revealed' a lewd expression, that smile made people feel a bit 'fleshy' and numb.

  The next morning, Qi Hui got up early, carried his guitar, packed a few changes of clothes in his luggage, put his wallet on his body, and placed his graduation certificate on one side of the luggage.

  Received the goods, went out and hailed a taxi, heading towards Beifang Music Store.

  Hu Yinlin got up very early and also borrowed a Chang'an Benben from his friend.

  All the way, Qi Ke's mood was very nervous, just entering school and having to make new friends.

  Zhi Kai had few friends before, and those who played well with him in childhood are still living in the dormitory of his previous factory.

  As time went by, apart from classmates, I also lost the concept of friends in life.

  The car drove onto Fenyuan Street in the Development Zone and went for about 300 meters before stopping at a large, old gate.

  The railings around the big gate are all made of iron, and unlike some schools, there are no glass shards on the wall to prevent outsiders from entering or students from going out, which shows that this school is quite free.

  The entire railing is only about two meters high and very easy to climb.

  From outside the school, you can see a three-story small building inside the school. On the outer side of the top floor is written "Fenyuan Art School" in four large characters.

  The sign above the gate reads: Jia City Fenyuan Art Vocational School!

  An old man sat at the gate, with a full head of white hair and a square face, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, closing his eyes holding a radio listening to opera.

  Zi Ke got off the car and took his own luggage, waiting for Hu Yinlin to park the car before walking together.

  "What's going on?"

  The old man at the door suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Qi Lei, asking in a stern tone.

  "Grandpa, I'm here to go to school!"

  Qī Huì smiled and tried to leave a good impression on this "gatekeeper", who knows, maybe he'll need to ask for something in the future.

  "Go to school?"

  Old man frowned: "Nonsense! There are only forty boys in this school, who don't I know?"

  Zi Hui was stunned, it seemed that Hu Yinlin was telling the truth. He asked with concern: "How many 'female' ones are there?"

  "About three hundred will do!"

  The old man said, suddenly his eyes widened again: "What are you asking about this for?"

  "I'm here to sign up for school!"

  "Going to school?" The old man squinted at Qi Ke, then suddenly laughed: "Hey, you little scamp, you're here for the girls in school, aren't you?"

  Qī Huì's face turned red as he said: "Old man, you're really open-minded!"

  "Hey, what's up? Most of the students who come here are after girls. You're quite a handsome young man, you must be able to get a lot of girls!"

  "Uh..."

  Zhi Kunan was depressed, this school looks at the 'gate' house's old man like that, what about the boys in that school?

  Then, a scene of night revelry, those audio-visual images in ancient brothels appeared in Qi Lei's mind.

  At this time, Hu Yinlin stopped the car and walked over, patting Qiwei's shoulder.

  At the same time laughing and saying to the old man: "Old Zhao! How are you!"

  "Ah, isn't this Little Huzi? Come to find Principal Zhang?" Old Man Zhao said with a smile.

  "Ah!" Hu Yinlin smiled and said to Qi Cui: "This is the school's 'gate' god, Zhao Ben San Zhao Dage!"

  "Zhao Benshan?"

  Zi Ke couldn't help but laugh, it turned out this old man was a celebrity after all.

  "Haha, just call me Old Man Zhao!" Hearing someone call him Zhao Benshan, this Old Man Zhao was very pleased.

  Hu Yinlin took out a red plum from somewhere and handed it to Old Man Zhao.

  "Uncle Zhao, take care of this kid in the future, he's my apprentice!"

  "No problem!" Old Zhao said with a smile, hugging his Red Plum cigarettes.

  So, the "gate" was bought off.

  Once inside the school, it's like entering a different world. The atmosphere is great, not because the school is big, but because of the good vibes inside.

  Just now outside didn't discover, entered the school big 'door', after circling around the wall, Qi Ke was immediately attracted by those sisters standing in the big yard doing exercise.

  Why is it called a big yard, because this is not the scale of a school, but a three-story building behind which are all bungalows.

  Hu Yilin introduced to Qi Wei that these three floors are school offices, classrooms and various practice rooms.

  The flat house behind is the male and female students' dormitory.

  This made Qi Hui speechless, dormitory?

  Men and women live together? How is it different from a 10-yuan rest stop next to the train station?

  When he found out that the boys and girls all lived in bungalows, with no partitions, Qi Ke's little heart couldn't take it, and he was completely drawn to the school's open teaching attitude.