a delicate flower

The night was getting dark, and it was dark outside the window.

There is only the continuous "hum" sound of the air conditioner in the room, it is very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of indoor slippers stepping on the ground can be clearly heard.

Ai Lang warmed up two glasses of milk and brought them into the bedroom. He put a glass of milk next to Zhuang Lin's laptop, and turned around to lean against the computer desk where Zhuang Lin was sitting.

Ai Lang told Xing Lu more than once that his original dream was not to earn a big wallet to raise a small fresh meat, but to save money to buy an aunt's house in the suburbs, so that the old and homeless sisters could have a permanent home, and grow flowers and raise dogs in their spare time Talking guns, the small soil bag that I conquered when I was young, can also be boasted as climbing straight into the sky, with endless peaks and mountains.

Ailang looked at Zhuang Lin with a smile in his eyes. The more he looked at Zhuang Lin, the more determined he was to brag in the future.

The plain white porcelain cup touched Ai Lang's thin lips. He took a breath to blow away the white smoke rising from the surface of the hot milk, and took a sip of the milk.

The pure white milk left a circle of white on the inside of the lips, and was licked clean by the tip of the red tongue, leaving a moist luster after the lips were wet...

It's a pity that Ai Lang deliberately concaved the shape for so long, but he didn't get Zhuang Lin's casual glance.

"..."

Ai Lang leaned his butt against the edge of the table, looked down at Zhuang Lin, stretched out his hand frivolously to lift Zhuang Lin's chin, and said, "My dear, you can face me with these glasses."

Zhuang Lin's chin was lifted, and he was forced to look up, but his eyes were avoiding: "Senior, don't make trouble..."

Ailang never gets tired of seeing Zhuang Lin's heroic and handsome face. At this time, a pair of thin-frame glasses was added to his handsome nose. Being weakened a lot by the lens, Zhuang Lin's whole aura also changed accordingly, and he immediately changed into a yuppie avatar of a gentle scum, making Ai Lang's Jubu area ready to move.

Zhuang Lin hasn't been back to the dormitory since class was over in the evening——

Just after dinner in the cafeteria, I saw a WeChat message sent to him by Xing Lu, and learned that Ai Lang was in a bad mood and refused to eat dinner, so he went to pack soup and rice for Ai Lang and send it to the activity center.Afterwards, I stayed with Ai Lang in the activity center until [-]:[-] pm. As soon as I separated from Ai Lang, I met Fan Jian's crazy "threat", and he rushed directly to Ai Lang's apartment.

Adding up to three hours, he didn't even have time to go back to the dormitory to put a schoolbag.

Zhuang Lin's schoolbag is very heavy, containing a thick Brick professional book and a laptop.

Zhuang Lin stayed in Ai Lang's apartment all night, sitting in front of the computer and carefully reading professional books to debug the code, while Ai Lang, a celebrity in the circle nicknamed "One Cannon [-]", was playing alone on the bed with the quilt...

And now Ailang invites him to have sex with him face to face, but Zhuang Lin even tells him to "stop making trouble".

Ailang hated iron for being weak, but he couldn't get angry with Zhuang Lin. He squeezed Zhuang Lin's thin lips lightly, and continued to smile: "Do you think I'm making trouble? Brother Zhuang Lin, buy me a pair of handcuffs and handcuff me On the bed, if you want to beat, scold or fuck, it's up to you."

Ailang pretended to mention it casually—he had just checked the logistics information, and the Double Eleven gift package sent to Zhuang Lin was already on the way, so he couldn't wait to hint that Jia expressly said that Zhuang Lin would send him handcuffs.

However, Zhuang Lin shook his head, and did not explain whether the shaking of his head meant "you don't want to make trouble" or "you don't want to be handcuffed". code.

Ailang's smile remained undiminished, and he looked down at Zhuang Lin's right hand, with a hemostatic sticker on his thumb.

The fruit peeling knife is specially designed for right-handers. The right-hander holds the knife with the right hand, and the blade is just facing outward. On the contrary, it is not very friendly to left-handers.

Zhuang Lin skillfully typed in the program frame, and was suddenly distracted. Turning his head to look, he saw Ailang leaning over and kissing the back of his hand.

Ai Lang raised his head, and said to him half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Don't touch the fruit knife from now on, I don't want to hurt you again, and I will help you peel the fruit in the future."

Zhuang Lin's hand shrank slightly.

But what Ai Lang didn't know was that Zhuang Lin "accidentally" scratched his hand in the evening because he didn't like to see that Fan Jian appear in front of Ai Lang, so he cut himself on a whim.As he expected, this move easily attracted Ai Lang's attention.

Sometimes Zhuang Lin deliberately hurts himself to arouse other people's ideas. The former object was his mother, but now it is Ai Lang.He had a small equation in his mind, directly linking the size of the wound with the degree of care he received, but Ellen's on-the-spot reaction and after-the-fact care for the small wound on his finger far exceeded his expectations .

If I had known earlier, I would have cut the wound deeper...

Zhuang Lin thought so out of time and greedily.

Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang quietly, and asked softly: "How long is the time limit for 'I'll help you peel the fruit later'?"

Ai Lang took a sip from the milk glass and licked the milk stains at the corner of his mouth. He pretended to think about it seriously, and he suddenly smiled and said, "How long do you want? Listen to you."

Ai Lang didn't get Zhuang Lin's answer, but he could feel his hand being held tighter.

……

next morning.

Seven twenty.

It was the first time for AI Lang to go out so early. While he complained in his heart that "getting up early ruins the day", when he was woken up by Zhuang Lin at [-]:[-] a.m., he rarely lost his temper. On the other hand, he followed Zhuang Lin with a smile on his face going for breakfast.

The two settled down at the breakfast shop near the apartment, and as soon as they entered the door, they met Shen Chuxin who pushed the door out.

Shen Chuxin saw Ai Lang first, and said hello lightly. Ai Lang took a step back to let her pass first, but she didn't expect that she fell directly into the arms of the person behind him.

Shen Chuxin just wanted to remind Ai Lang to "be careful", but seeing that Ai Lang bumped into someone without rushing, she unexpectedly found that the person standing behind Ai Lang was Zhuang Lin.

There was a flash of surprise in Shen Chuxin's eyes, but it was only for a fleeting moment, as if someone else was dazzled by it, and in a blink of an eye, Shen Chuxin was that cold and indifferent ice beauty without any superfluous expressions.

Shen Chuxin said goodbye to Ai Lang, and left with the packed breakfast.

Ai Lang pushed the glass door, turned her head and said to Zhuang Lin: "It's over, she must think that we spent the night together in one way or another last night."

Ai Lang wrinkled his nose, pretending to be embarrassed, and there was regret in his words: God knows that Zhuang Lin, a delicious Tiancai, was lying with his midnight fierce zero, but they were just sleeping under a quilt. Who would believe it? ?

Ai Lang was full of emotions. He slept with Zhuang Lin last time but didn't stay overnight. He stayed Zhuang Lin overnight last night but he just held his little hands to sleep...

Ai Lang became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and sighed sadly, regretting that he missed a good opportunity last night, if he knew it, he would have done it - at least he couldn't let Shen Chuxin misunderstand it in vain.

Ailang's expression is ever-changing, but Zhuang Lin just smiled and didn't express his opinion.

The two had beef brisket noodles and fried eggs for breakfast, and took a taxi back to school together. They distributed things at the three-way intersection in the school. Zhuang Lin went back to the dormitory, while Ai Lang rushed to class.

Ai Lang, who originally thought that waking up early would ruin the day, was in a very happy mood this day. He hardly dozed off during class. After class, he took out his mobile phone to look up the latest logistics information of the courier——

2018年11月X日上午07:38:27

[XX city] express mail leaves [XX] and sends to [C city]

Ai Lang put down his phone, and Xing Lu's big face appeared in front of him, which startled him.Xing Lu leaned on Ai Lang's table in a very enchanting posture, then put her face in front of Ai Lang, and asked suspiciously: "Is there something good for you?"

Ailang thinks that Xing Lu belongs to the fox, or else she belongs to the fox.

Ai Lang said nonsense: "The express delivery is coming today."

Xing Lu frowned: "Why is the courier so happy?"

Ellen grinned: "Guess."

Xing Lu rolled her eyes, she was not interested in wasting her time guessing, she held her chin, her carefully outlined red lips were pressed a bit flat.

She was very close to Ai Lang, her eyelashes were thick and long with mascara on them, and Ai Lang's face was reflected in the amber colored contact lenses.

Xing Lu looked at Ai Lang and said, "I'll tell you something, and you might not be happy."

Ailang leaned against the back of the chair, swiping his phone indifferently: "Huh?"

Xing Lu: "I don't know who spread the rumors in the department, saying...Zhuang Lin joined our ceremony model department through shady."

Xing Lu returned to the activity center last night and overheard a few freshmen talking about it.

One of them spread rumors about what he had heard - it was said that Zhuang Lin didn't attend the interview and was directly entered into the list of approved places.

In this regard, some people present also testified: "No wonder... I remembered, my roommate said that a friend of hers originally received the approval message from the Limo Department, but later said that the notification message was sent to the wrong person..."

"..."

Ellen frowned as soon as he heard it.

Xing Lu held her chin, and also frowned: "Zhuang Lin was indeed included in the list by you, how do you say that?"

Ai Lang's eyebrows were knotted, and he retorted when he heard the words: "Your brain is blocked by a dung ball? This is completely different. Zhuang Lin was put on the preliminary test list, but he participated in the on-site assessment of the re-examination, which is the interview site Five interviewers, including you and me, nodded and passed. Rumors have blurred the point, saying that Zhuang Lin entered the ceremony model department without participating in the interview, and that he came in instead of a freshman who was originally selected... Fuck me."

Although the quota for the initial test has a general range, there is no exact number limit. Originally, 60 people were determined to pass, and Ai Lang added an additional quota for Zhuang Lin. At that time, the total number of people who passed was submitted to the superior was also 61 people. A person's position, occupying someone's place.

Xing Lu waved her hand, raised her eyebrows and said, "Pay attention to your language, don't swear, baby."

Ai Lang couldn't bear Zhuang Lin's ruined reputation.

Xing Lu comforted him again: "Think about it, the only small-scale harm caused by this incident is that Zhuang Lin was neglected by some people in the department and not approached by the neutral faction, Butwhocares? Let them have a good time, anyway It's neither painful nor itchy."

Hearing this, Ai Lang replied without thinking: "I care."

Xing Lu: "..."

? ?

Xing Lu finds it amazing that Ai Lang doesn't even care about being maliciously rumored to be a "cannon queen" by others, but now he minds that Zhuang Lin is being pinched for such a trivial trick.

Ailang spoke first, and then his IQ followed him belatedly. He pursed his lips, coughed lightly, and explained: "I dug him up from the performing arts department at the beginning, but now he is ruined by others." No matter if I do nothing or try to persuade him not to take it to heart, I'm too inhuman."

Xing Lu frowned, nodded, and agreed: "That's right, you are indeed too inhuman."

Ellen: "..."