drink moonlight alone

Zhou Qingyan turned her head and smiled embarrassingly: "Hi."

He was a little worried that Zhou Weiyue would bring up the issue of listing. Of course, it was not impossible for him to blame the slippery hand and fool him with vague words, but Zhou Weiyue is a smart person. Those little twists and turns.Zhou Qingyan didn't want to reveal her feelings that had been hidden for many years in a hasty situation.

But fortunately Zhou Weiyue did not.He didn't mention his "special" listing, but pointed to Zhou Qingyan, and said to the man beside him, "My brother."

Zhou Qingyan heard the words, and quickly reached out to the other party: "Zhou Qingyan, hello."

"Associate Professor Zhou, I have admired your name for a long time." The man smiled calmly, and shook Zhou Qingyan's hand back, "Fu Liexing, my brother's boss and senior."

Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything more, but Jian Rong, who was fascinated by playing games, came back to his senses and said loudly: "What!?"

"You're the legendary Fu Liexing who pulled out a tiger's tooth but was bitten and could knock down a tiger!?"

Zhou Weiyue raised her eyebrows amusedly when she heard this, and met Zhou Qingyan who was also looking at him, and the latter shrugged her shoulders while showing him that she didn't know anything.On the other hand, Fu Liexing looked at Jian Rong, who had already rushed towards him, and was emotionally tugging at his hands, nodded calmly, and said, "I am."

"Oh my God!" Jian Rong's eyes brightened instantly, "Can I see your scar from being bitten by a tiger?"

Fu Liexing was obviously stunned by Jian Rong's unfeeling invitation and enthusiasm, and he didn't say yes or refuse for a while, so Jian Rong naturally let the beautiful misunderstanding ferment, and after acquiescing Fu Liexing's permission, he reached out to Fu Liexing with one hand neckline.

"Rongrong!"

Zhou Qingyan called out, and subconsciously tried to stop Jian Rong, but unexpectedly, Zhou Weiyue reached out her hand almost at the same moment as him.

So it became a strange scene where Jian Rong was clutching Fu Liexing's collar, Zhou Qingyan was clasping Jian Rong's wrist, and Zhou Weiyue's hand covered the back of Zhou Qingyan's hand just a millisecond away.Zhou Qingyan was stunned, as if the pause button was pressed quickly around him, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and only the temperature on the back of his hand was clearly audible.

The scene was momentarily embarrassing.

Seeing that the commotion here had caused the students in twos and threes to look here, Fu Liexing said, "That..."

"Shall we let go first?"

Fu Liexing's words were resounding, and Zhou Qingyan's gone spirit was called back for a moment. He said "ah" in a daze, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

At that moment, some kind of absurd illusion prompted him to feel that Zhou Weiyue was rubbing his wrist very lightly with his thumb, but it disappeared in a flash, as if it never existed.

"Rong Rong." Zhou Qingyan turned his head and looked at Jian Rong seriously, "We should go."

Jian Rong frowned, wondering: "Go? Where? I haven't seen the legendary medal yet."

"Go get some ice cream."

Zhou Qingyan pushed Jian Rong towards the exit with both hands, turned his head not far away, looked straight past Fu Liexing who was full of absurd smiles, looked at Zhou Weiyue behind him and mouthed: "See you later. "

Before the backstage door closed, Zhou Qingyan could vaguely hear the voices of Zhou Weiyue and Fu Liexing talking behind him, but it was only dim, and was soon blocked by the wooden door, leaving only the noisy cicadas ringing around.

As they expected, the dean's lengthy speech continued into the afternoon, and the twilight climbed up from the horizon, pouring a layer of hot orange on the sky.Zhou Qingyan sat between the lecture hall and the classroom, under a luxuriant camphor tree next to a flat corridor. The shadow of the luxuriant tree covered half of his body. He held a bottle of mineral water in his hand and lifted his Squinting your head to watch the sunset, the birds fluttering their wings and returning to their nests pass by in a hurry.

Then the next moment, Zhou Weiyue poked her head into his line of sight.With his back facing the sky like fire, his expression was a little blurry for a moment, only the clear smile in the long and narrow eyes staring at Zhou Qingyan was clear.

"Hi." Zhou Qingyan laughed.

After Zhou Weiyue took away the dead branches and leaves on the stone slab, she sat beside Zhou Qingyan and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the birds." Zhou Qingyan replied, but felt that this was inappropriate, so she corrected her, "The kind that flies in the sky."

"What about you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Weiyue followed his example and looked up at the sky: "The speech is too boring, so I borrowed the toilet and slipped out."

"My God, haven't you finished yet? It's been two hours." Zhou Qingyan was stunned.

Zhou Weiyue shook her head and said, "No, it should take a while."

"What about Jane Rong?"

"I don't know." Zhou Qingyan shrugged lazily, "I also slipped out."

Zhou Weiyue said "Oh" dispensably, and the two of them fell into silence again, only the cicadas were still chattering stubbornly.

Zhou Qingyan squinted at Zhou Weiyue quietly, and then quickly looked away, making the yearning in her heart fly and grow, and she wished to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to hug that person who was sitting next to her in a funny posture that was exactly the same as herself. Looking at the dome where only the shadows of clouds passed by, he didn't say a word.

When he was young, in fact, he was not young. He was 16 years old at that time, and he always felt that summer had two beginnings.The first time began with the rain, and the soul kept in the blood was restless, trying to break free from the din of the afternoon; the second time began with a dream made of plum wine and watermelon, distant mountains and smoke, and someone fell into a dream and kissed like a torrential rain , drenched all over, and then he invited you to run away together, where are you going?Go and rush to compose an aimless protracted love song.

He always listened to the rain every summer with great anticipation to create dreams, hoping that someone would clear the clouds and mist and write the first four notes of Symphony No. 27 on his blank score.And he finally got his wish, waiting for his Beethoven to knock on the door in the summer of [-] years old.

Zhou Qingyan stood up and stretched a lot: "Let's go, it's time to go back."

Zhou Weiyue let out a "huh" and stood up. After a long while, Zhou Qingyan obviously felt the strange pulling feeling on the hem of his shirt. He lowered his head and saw Zhou Weiyue holding the hem of his shirt that had been pulled out by the stretching action just now. He lowered his eyes without any surprise and said, "Let's sort it out."

"Huh? Oh, can you help me?" Zhou Qingyan raised her eyelids with a smile, "I can't see clearly from behind."

After all, she was still unfamiliar with this, and Zhou Qingyan was clamoring for fear that Zhou Weiyue would see through his clumsy little trick. Zhou Weiyue didn't move at home last time, so what about this time?Just as he was thinking about it, Zhou Weiyue sighed from his throat, and then followed Zhou Qingyan's thinking, put one hand on his waist, and helped him tuck the hem of his clothes into his trousers with the other hand, his movements were neat , is almost a matter of half a second.

"All right."

"Thank you." Zhou Qingyan didn't dare to look at Zhou Weiyue directly, he stepped away directly, secretly reminiscing about the warm touch that stayed at his waist just now, as if it was about to be burned into the flesh.

He felt that he had walked a long way, but Zhou Weiyue quickly caught up and walked side by side with him. Before pushing open the door of the venue, Zhou Weiyue turned her head, smiled and turned her eyes to Zhou Qingyan: "Brother."

"Huh?" Zhou Qingyan responded, "What's wrong?"

"I like this listing very much."

He pushed the door open and entered, and the end of the sound was hidden in the dean's still energetic speech, like throwing a piece of ice in Huang Liang's dream, and the sound of "Zi La" set off raging bubbles.