drink moonlight alone

"Is this really an exchange camp? Why do I think it's a labor reform activity?"

When Jian Rong's voice came from the mobile phone, Zhou Qingyan happened to go to the kitchen. When he came back, he carried a can of beer in one hand. He sat cross-legged on the floor, glanced at the tablet, and then turned his attention back to the coffee table in front of him. Putting up scattered and messy paper cards, he smiled and said, "Sorry, I just went to get some wine, what did you say?"

"Okay you!" Jian Rong cursed, "I was left in school to be used by the little girls as a handyman, and you are drinking beer and blowing the air conditioner at home?"

Zhou Qingyan said "hey" softly: "How can I, am I going to prepare a listing for tomorrow?"

Due to the fact that not only the teachers and students of the school participated in the exchange camp, but also invited lecturers and students from other schools, in order to distinguish them, the general affairs department specially explained that all departments should put up the listing cards.Just drop a sentence so lightly, all the students in charge, you look at me and I look at you, you can't give up the burden, you can only accept your fate.

But arranging activities after class is already exhausting enough, and to deal with these chores, Zhou Qingyan heard the complaints from the girl in charge in her department, and thought that she was idle after work, so she took the initiative to talk to the girl in charge Please come here to do this job.

Listing is actually not complicated.It is nothing more than pasting the prepared headshot and the corresponding name on a blank paper card, then putting it in a plastic sealing folder, and hanging it with a sling, it is completed. It is no difficulty for Zhou Qingyan , It only took half an hour to get half of it done.

"Isn't that what students are supposed to do?"

"Yes," Zhou Qingyan replied, "but they are already busy enough preparing things for tomorrow, aren't they?"

Jian Rong didn't know what to do on the other end of the phone, and finally replied noncommittally: "Only you, Deputy Zhou, have a kind heart."

"That's what they're all saying about you here."

"Really." Zhou Qingyan laughed amusedly, and just about to say something, her eyes and movements stopped for a moment.

It was an unremarkable photo, with a uniform white background, smaller than a palm, and a square piece of thin paper nestled in the corner of the coffee table, but on it was the face of Zhou Qingyan who was thinking about it day and night.It is exactly the same as the photo that Zhou Weiyue registered in the consultation column of the animal hospital. It is probably the same one. It freezes the edges and corners of a boy in his early 20s, and his sharp eyes—like looking at Zhou Qingyan across time and space.

Zhou Weiyue at that time was the same as when she was a child, the eyes staring at him were gentle and pure dog eyes, sometimes sharp like a wolf, anyway, they were never concealed eyes that can directly reveal emotions and thoughts.

"Hello? Are you disconnected?"

Zhou Qingyan was fascinated by looking at the photos. He just stretched out his hand to hook the photo that was pressed under the stack of papers, and just pinched a corner with his fingertips, but he suddenly came back to his senses after being yelled at by Jian Rong. He didn't even think about it He withdrew his hand, and then heard a harsh "hiss".

The corresponding name strip was stuck under the photo, which was disintegrated by Zhou Qingyan in a daze.

"........."

"Rongrong."

"Oh, so you still remember calling me?" Jian Rong laughed on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Qingyan looked at the shattered name strip speechlessly and sighed: "It's dead."

The summer exchange camp of Buddha University was held as scheduled in the second week of Meng Xia.

Zhou Qingyan handed the finished listing to the female classmate in charge, and after receiving sincere thanks from Duo Sheng, she turned and went back to the backstage of the lecture hall.God knows how desolate he felt for the students participating in the exchange camp when he glimpsed the lecture notes folded into a thick pile in the hands of the dean from the corner of his eye. There is nothing like listening to a passage under the scorching sun on a hot day. The prologue, which is as long as a Buddhist scripture, is even more tormenting.

"Oh my god, it's such a thick stack, when will the director talk about it?" Jian Rong walked in holding a small electric fan, and yelled under his breath, obviously he and Zhou Qingyan wanted to go together.

Zhou Qingyan raised his eyebrows and shrugged: "I don't know."

"Why don't we go to the convenience store and buy some ice cream for our poor students later." Jian Rong clicked her tongue and said, "I also want to be a kind-hearted associate professor in the hearts of the students—"

"I think you just want to eat it yourself." Zhou Qingyan replied noncommittally.

Zhou Weiyue pushed open the backstage door the next moment, and there was a tall man next to him, and the two of them chatted one after another.The female student in charge of dispatching the sign stands by the door. Once someone comes in, they will quickly ask for their name, and after confirming their identity, they will hand over the corresponding sign.The man behind Zhou Weiyue said something to the female student with a pleasant face, which made the female student laugh happily, and soon got her own listing card from her hand.

Zhou Qingyan looked at it for a while, then looked away.But he could clearly hear the content of Zhou Weiyue's conversation with that man——

"Why are yours different from mine?" the man said.

Zhou Weiyue gave a suspicious "hmm" and asked, "Where?"

"Here, here is the name," the man chuckled twice, "yours is handwritten, mine is typed, don't tell me it's neat and beautiful."

Then Zhou Weiyue went silent.

Zhou Qingyan was a little puzzled, but she didn't dare to turn her head to look, and could only complain angrily about the man's sharp eyes.But he was secretly lucky, Zhou Weiyue probably didn't have so many supernatural powers, he could only recognize his own handwriting.He was about to signal to Jian Rong, who was bowing his head and pressing the phone, it was the first time he was dealing with a workplace, and he still lacked a little experience, so he could only pin his anxiety on his reliable best friend.

But obviously, getting along day and night and the close relationship made him and Zhou Weiyue seem to have some kind of extremely mysterious tacit understanding, as if Zhou Weiyue naturally sensed Zhou Weiyue while Zhou Qingyan was watching Zhou Weiyue.Zhou Weiyue soon became aware of Zhou Qingyan's existence, and before he could react, he didn't even have time to say hello to his partner. His footsteps seemed to have his own thoughts, like magnets attracting each other, and walked to the place first. Behind Zhou Qingyan.

Then he patted Zhou Qingyan's shoulder lightly and called out, "Brother."