592: C592 France

C592 France

On the banks of the Seine in Paris, there was a young man holding a drawing board, holding a pen on a blank piece of paper, brainstorming his inspiration. But as he drew, a face would always appear.1

That face, whether it was smiling or crying, had different expressions and states. He let out a low sigh. It was like this again, but he still couldn't forget it.

This young man was naturally Ouyang Qing'an, who had studied in Paris for five years. Five years had passed, and he had become more mature and rational. Even though he missed Xue Xue'er in his heart, he did not intend to go back.

At most, he would draw to vent the affection in his heart.

He was now studying at the Paris Higher Education Normal School, although it was a Normal school. It was ranked 24th in the 21st century World University, and was also the highest ranked school in the University of Paris. However, the charm of this school was not only limited to its ranking, it also came from its ability as a teacher.

This school had 12 Nobel Prize laureates in the past few hundred years. And all eight French Fields Medal winners the most coveted young mathematicians award. Back then, due to his outstanding English and his powerful mathematical computing ability, just got picked by this school.

After coming to Paris for so many years, not only did he grow in age, but he also had steady and logical computing abilities. Even his mentor had to praise him for being a genius.

Ouyang Qing'an had followed his mentor to attend many meetings of various sizes. He was very famous in the mathematics world. Lin Qing only remembered him because of these meetings.

"Qing'an, why are you here alone again?"

Lin Qing searched all over the school but could not find Ouyang Qing'an. She thought that he must be here, so she deliberately took a taxi here. Sure enough, before she arrived, she saw his familiar back.

When Ouyang Qing'an heard this, he quietly packed his things and planned to leave. This Lin Qing had been pestering him for too long. If he did not quickly avoid her, he was afraid that today would not be a peaceful day.

"Qing'an, why are you leaving? Do you not like me that much?"

She did not intend to get a response, but now she got it.

Ouyang Qing'an's face was cold, and his eyes were filled with indifference and alienation. His thin lips parted slightly, and he said, "Yes, I don't like you."

This little girl also had a temper. She had been rich since she was young, and had come to study here after leaving the country. Her school was Paris's Seventh University. Although it wasn't ranked very high, it was still ranked very high in Paris.

It was also because of this that she liked geniuses like Ouyang Qing'an even more. She could be considered a genius. Geniuses always had to be together with geniuses. This way, it would be more interesting, wouldn't it?

Even though Ouyang Qing'an had rejected Lin Qing many times, she still felt that it was because she wasn't outstanding enough. She had been pestering him. If this was a young girl from Donglin Village, she would have covered her face and ran away long ago. How would she dare to continue appearing?

This was also a difference in the customs of the world.

Who asked France to be an open city? Most of the people's views were free and tolerant, and there was no need to hide the feelings between men and women.

Lin Qing refused to give up. She gritted her teeth and still wanted to ask why. "Why do you not like me? Can't I change it? I really like you. "

He was about to leave, but Ouyang Qing'an turned around and stared at him. He said word by word," I already have a fiancée. I really like her, so I'm sorry. I can't be with you. "

Fiancé? Was she the girl that Ouyang Qing'an had been painting?

She often saw Ouyang Qing'an painting a girl. At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, but after getting to know him for a long time, she realized that he really liked her.

However, that girl was in China, and he had been studying abroad for five years. What if she changed her mind?

"How do you know she still remembers you? What if she doesn't like you anymore? Then you've waited for so many years for nothing. "

Ouyang Qing'an walked further and further away, but he didn't answer this question. He had always believed that Xue Xue'er was definitely still waiting for him.

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