7.Tang Qian has been admitted

In a warmly decorated room, the soft light filtered through the light blue curtains and spilled onto the wooden floor, casting patches of warm yellow light. Chen Ling and Tang Qian were sitting face to face, and the air around them seemed to be filled with the breath of youth. Chen Ling was talking animatedly about something. Suddenly, as if startled by something, her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, and then she let out a shocked shout: "Holy shit! You're amazing!" That voice broke the original tranquility of the room and echoed between the walls.

The corners of Tang Qian's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mysterious little smile, and she softly uttered two words: "It's a secret." Her voice was gentle, yet carried an unyielding determination.

Chen Ling quickly sat up straight and waved her hands rapidly in front of her chest, looking very earnest: "I will definitely keep it a secret! You know that those people in the Tang family are all crazy! Of course, you're different... By the way, tell me quickly, which school have you been admitted to?" There was full curiosity in her eyes, and her body involuntarily leaned forward, as if she could get the answer faster this way.

Tang Qian took a deep breath, with a trace of pride in her tone, and slowly said: "The Royal College of Art."

"Huh?" Chen Ling obviously didn't react, her face was full of confusion, and her head involuntarily tilted to one side, looking just like a curious kitten.

Tang Qian patiently explained: "The Royal College of Art, the top art school in the world."

This time, Chen Ling was like a firecracker that had been lit, and she shouted again: "Ah!! You're so amazing!!! This is a world-class top art school! How on earth did you get through the admission?" As she shouted, she waved her hands excitedly, and her exaggerated movements seemed as if she was going to lift the roof off.

Looking at Chen Ling's somewhat out-of-control excited appearance, Tang Qian was also infected by her emotions and laughed along. That smile was like a flower in full bloom in spring, brilliant and warm: "You've seen my portfolio." Her tone was very calm, as if all this was a natural outcome.

Chen Ling seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and a series of questions shot out like a machine gun: "For this kind of top university, the tuition fees must be incredibly high, right? And I remember that the Tang family didn't give you any money, right? So how did you manage to get the proof of assets? And what about a series of issues like living expenses and accommodation? By the way, when did you take the IELTS exam?" As she spoke, she counted on her fingers, and the more she spoke, the more tightly she furrowed her brows. These questions were like a mess of threads, churning in her mind, making her feel more and more that it was incredible. She couldn't think about it carefully, because the more she thought about it, the more difficult it seemed! Chen Ling felt that her head was about to explode with these questions, and anyway, she just couldn't figure it out.

Looking at Chen Ling's tangled appearance, Tang Qian smiled softly and said: "Do you remember half a year ago? When you came back to the country during your spring vacation?" Her voice was very soft, as if she was recalling a distant and beautiful time.

Chen Ling was taken aback, squinted her eyes slightly, and tried hard to search for that memory in her mind. After a moment, she suddenly slapped her thigh and said excitedly: "I remember! You said your room was small and you painted in the basement of my house. Did you paint a really big painting?" There was full expectation in her eyes, hoping to get a positive answer from Tang Qian.

Tang Qian nodded and replied: "Yeah, I sent it to an art gallery in Yaodu and sold it." Her tone was very calm, as if this was just an ordinary thing. In fact, the process of selling that painting was full of twists and turns. First, she carefully selected an art gallery in Yaodu that had a good reputation but was relatively low-key and personally took the painting there. At first, the gallery owner didn't pay much attention to this young girl. However, when Tang Qian slowly unfolded the painting, the owner's eyes lit up instantly. After some bargaining, the profit-sharing plan was finally determined. After the profit-sharing and tax payment, the proof of assets just met the minimum standard of the Royal College of Art.

When Chen Ling heard this answer, she was completely stunned. Her mouth opened wide, and her eyes were as round as copper bells. It took her a long time to speak: "That painting sold for so much money?! Oh my god! Tang Qian, you're a genius!" As she spoke, she kept shaking her head, as if she still couldn't believe it was true.

Tang Qian gently shook her head and said modestly: "The buyer was generous. I didn't expect it either." In fact, she knew in her heart that this was the result of her years of hard work and accumulation. Every line and every shade of color had poured countless efforts of hers.

Chen Ling was still immersed in shock, and she kept exclaiming: "But your layout and planning are so meticulous and cautious! You even specifically found an art gallery in Yaodu! No wonder the Tang family didn't know anything! I didn't notice it at all either! You're suddenly going to London!" As she spoke, she gestured with her hands, as if she wanted to depict Tang Qian's entire plan in the air.

Tang Qian was moved by her appearance, and laughter echoed in the room, dispelling the faint sadness in the air..

However, Chen Ling suddenly seemed to remember something important. The originally excited smile disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of worry. She furrowed her brows and asked cautiously: "Then what about your grandmother?" As soon as this question was asked, the atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn.

The smile on Tang Qian's face also disappeared, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes. She was silent for a moment and then slowly said: "They haven't let me see her for three whole years. There's no need to waste any more time." Her voice was very soft, yet carried a deep sense of helplessness.

Her room was at the deepest part of the third floor of the main building, small and dim. And her grandmother's room was in the small building in the backyard. Obviously, they were in the same mansion, but the Tang family had built an invisible high wall, making it impossible for the two of them to meet for three years. Her grandfather passed away early, and the Tang family was ruled by her eldest uncle, Tang Chen. Tang Qian's father was the second son of the Tang family. Back then, for the sake of love, he resolutely gave up his right to inheritance and followed Tang Qian's mother to Yaodu.

Tang Qian was born, lived, and went to primary school in Yaodu. The life of the family of three was simple and happy. They lived in a warm little house, and the yard was filled with flowers. Every day after school, Tang Qian would play with her parents in the yard, and the laughter echoed throughout the small yard. But fate took a sharp turn when she was 12 years old. Her parents died in a car accident. The Tang family took her to Xizicheng. Since then, everything has changed. The originally warm smile disappeared from her face, replaced by endless loneliness and depression.

When Chen Ling heard this, she couldn't help but curse something, and then said firmly: "Then don't worry about it! Eat well and live well. If it's not enough, tell me. I'll transfer money to you. Study hard, and I'll support you!!" As she spoke, she slapped her chest.