Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The cell phone in Lu Ziming's pocket vibrated, but he didn't take it out to see who sent the message. Instead, he leaned towards Chang Qing and disappeared into the darkness in the corner.

He asked as if he was just trying to find something to talk about: "Su He, do you smoke?"

Chang Qing shook his head: "You know, I don't smoke."

"You are such a good student. After all these years, you still haven't learned how to smoke."

Lu Ziming took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and played with the lighter with his fingers. He looked quietly at Chang Qing's flawless face, and many details of their acquaintance flashed through his mind.

It was like an old movie, with an inseparable sense of the times. All Lu Ziming could see in the movie was a boy in a school uniform holding a book, and another boy with a Band-Aid on his face and a basketball in his hand.

The two of them stood together on the airy balcony.

The bad student said, "Su He, you are such a nasty guy."

The good student couldn't help but raise his lips, but his eyes were still on the book in his hand. He said softly: "Lu Ziming, you should be glad that I want to be a top student instead of a school bully, otherwise your position as a school bully will be in jeopardy."

Lu Ziming thought of the past and suddenly laughed out loud. Then he took out a cigarette and lit it for Chang Qing without saying anything: "Come and smoke with me."

The tone was defiant but also contained a hint of tenderness and pleading.

Chang Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the cigarette he handed over, turned slightly to take it, took a puff just like Lu Ziming did in the past, and then slowly frowned his handsome brows.

"It's a bit choking."

Lu Ziming leaned against the snow-white wall, tilted his head slightly, and his shirt with two buttons undone was slightly open, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

He seemed to be touched by Chang Qing's smile, and his soft hair hung lazily on his forehead.

Lu Ziming looked less aggressive at this moment.

Fortunately, none of their high school classmates were there, otherwise they would inevitably be surprised, because looking at Lu Ziming at this moment, one could always find the shadow of someone, as if he had known that person for a long time and had been tainted with a bit of the other person's aura.

"Su He, this is not the way to smoke. I'll teach you."

Lu Ziming took the unfinished cigarette from Chang Qing, took a puff with his cool lips, and slowly exhaled from his nose. He stared at Chang Qing for a while and asked, "Good student, have you learned it?"

Chang Qing didn't say anything, but reached out his hand and groped in his arms. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when Lu Ziming grabbed his hand.

Chang Qing looked at him puzzledly: "I learned it."

Lu Ziming was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes to look into her cold eyes, took the cigarette that had just been lit from her hand, put it out, and put it in his pocket.

"Forget it, smoking is still not suitable for you. We were together day and night for three years in high school and you didn't learn it. It's still not suitable for you now."

"Su He, I have to go."

Lu Ziming stood up straight and resumed his nonchalant look. He said inexplicably, "When we first fought, I was thinking, if you really want to be a school bully, then I would reluctantly give you the position of No. 1 in No. 17 Middle School. Unfortunately, later I thought, I still prefer the way you wear your school uniform and speak under the national flag. You are shining when you keep working hard, and I want to get close to you and chase you. I don't want to muddle through my life anymore."

"The moment you saw that I was fine, I ran forward desperately and never looked back."

Chang Qing was slightly stunned, feeling that this sentence was familiar, as if someone had said this to him before.

The day after the wedding, Chang Qing returned to school and went to the school cafeteria to pack meals for his three adopted sons in the dormitory. When he returned to the dormitory, He Lin and the other two were still sleeping in their quilts.

"I packed some food for you."

"Thank you, godfather." He Lin poked his head out from under the quilt and his eyes fell on the lunch box in Chang Qing's hand.

"Godfather, what a righteous man!"

As several people called him godfather, Chang Qing nodded and said, "Okay, dear son."

The three of them quickly got up from the bed, opened the lunch boxes and found that they were all their favorite dishes. They were so moved that they almost pledged their love to him. They shouted "godfather" again, which made Changqing feel a little elated.

Zhao Yichuan crossed his legs and said, "By the way, during the few days you were away, a girl from the neighboring school came to see you. I think her name was Leng Jian."

He took a bite of rice, looked at Chang Qing who didn't react, and couldn't help but say one more sentence: "I remember that girl has been pursuing you since you just entered college. We brothers have all seen how much she likes you. It's been so many years, are you really not moved by her at all?"

Chang Qing shook his head and picked up a book at random.

"You can't force feelings."

Leng Jian once confessed to Chang Qing. After Chang Qing rejected her, the girl did not give up. She just tried very hard to get closer to him, but was cautious and did not dare to disturb him too much.

"Su He, you don't even like a beauty like Leng Jian, so your standards are too high." Zhao Yichuan seemed to remember something and looked at Chang Qing with a strange look in his eyes: "You don't like women, do you?"

"What did you say?" Chang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone full of threats.

"Uh ah, no, just kidding."

Zhao Yichuan shrank his neck awkwardly and said casually, "I have a younger sister who is very pretty and not inferior to the school belle in our school. I was very interested in you after seeing your photo last time, so I was thinking about whether you could be my brother-in-law."

Hearing this, Xu Zhou put down his chopsticks and exposed him mercilessly: "I remember you said last time that whoever is unlucky enough to meet Su He in the future, and isn't your sister an illegitimate daughter? Did your mother agree to let the illegitimate daughter marry into the family?"

"Yeah, I just came in last month."

Zhao Yichuan spoke indifferently, but there was a bit of contempt in his eyes: "You have seen her before. She is indeed good-looking, but she has completely inherited her mother's petty spirit. She cries at the slightest provocation and looks like she is willing to endure being bullied. She always thinks she is very pitiful."

"That trick only works on my blind old man."

When Lu Ziming mentioned the illegitimate daughter, he did not hide his disdain at all.

"That woman is not even qualified to wash my brother's feet. The one I just mentioned is my cousin. After she found out that Su He and I were in the same dormitory a few days ago, she repeatedly said she wanted to come to our school to play, and I couldn't refuse her."