Tick ​​tick

Song Qiyou hurriedly forgot the clock's invitation.

He brought in two new graduate students this year, plus one from last year, making a total of three students under him.And he was promoted to associate professor after two years as a lecturer. After his reputation spread, many diligent undergraduates also sent emails to ask him whether the laboratory would accept people.

In the past few days, Song Qiyou met with six undergraduates, all juniors, and said that they wanted to accumulate scientific research experience.Song Qiyou knew that most of them were writing beautiful resumes for going abroad or for postgraduate studies, but there was also a boy who was tall, thin, and narrowed his eyes as if he hadn't woken up. When he talked about physics, his eyes opened!

The boy's name is Deng Jian. Song Qiyou asked him a few basic questions about his project, and he answered them well from the perspective of principles, and he could also ask some related questions. He was eager to do scientific research, so he was accepted.The remaining five chatted for a while, and unified gave them a document related to the project, and asked them to read it before the National Day. If they are still interested after reading it, they will come to him at the end of the month.

Apart from education, Song Qiyou is also very busy with his own projects. After seeing this article, he was very inspired, so he read all the related articles.The rest of the time was dedicated to the laboratory. He didn't go to the cafeteria for several meals, and the takeaway was delivered directly to the door of the laboratory.

NO.30 afternoon, two of the previous five students came, one male and one female. Song Qiyou met one by one and asked them to briefly describe their understanding of the literature.The girls' narrations were more detailed, while the boys' narrations had more of their own opinions. Song Qiyou thought about it and accepted both of them. They are both top-notch kids. It's good to come to the lab to help.

The phone rang a long time ago, and Song Qiyou took it out after the two students had left to check. It was a few WeChat messages.

せーの: One and a half weeks have passed, I promised to come and play often[/question]

せーの: It's National Day holiday, are you coming to the bar tonight?

せーの: Come and play with me[/grievance]

There are only five messages in the interface, and you don't need to scroll up to see the "OK" that you promised the clock to play often.Song Qiyou stared blankly at that "wronged" expression, feeling that he had bullied someone.

For Song Qiyou, there is no holiday for National Day. If it wasn't for the invitation from the clock, he could have been immersed in the office and laboratory from the night of the 30th.But sincerity is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, he felt that he had to keep up with the appointment.

Song Qiyou replied "Okay".

Before the clock saw it, he spoofed his own two words, and went home and changed into a small wine red off-the-shoulder dress, with a small black bell around his neck, and his collarbone raised fish with air.The sky is orange-red, and people farther and farther away are embedded in this orange-red black shadow.He leaned against the glass door of the bar, held a glass of wine that was the same color as his dress, and looked into the distance, trying to see his familiar silhouette.

"Dressed up so gorgeously today? Are you in high spirits?"

From time to time, someone who comes early blows gently in his ear, which is quite ambiguous, but Clock just wants to laugh.Tired after laughing enough, he turned his head to show his impatience.The people who come here to play more or less know the way of the bar owner-the upright young master of the Shi Group-so they wisely don't continue to flirt with this iceberg beauty.

Those who are born with heroic looks and exquisite makeup probably can't imagine that the iceberg will melt when the beauty sees a person who is still a little panting while trotting unkempt.

When the clock saw Song Qiyou from a distance, fireworks exploded in his chest, and the joy was scattered.He drank the red wine in a disrespectful gulp, casually handed the goblet to the passing attendants, stood up straight and stomped his feet lightly, like a primary school student welcoming guests.

At the same time, a question mark was drawn in my mind: what was he running for?There is so much time for me to wait, why rush?

Song Qiyou ran close and saw the clock. He was stunned for a moment by his attire, and then explained apologetically: "There is a bit of traffic jam on the road, so we don't arrive until this hour."

Clock couldn't care less about his gentle smile, and the little gestures on his expression and the empathetic words were full of joy that couldn't be hidden: "It's all right. Haven't you had dinner yet? Find a booth and I'll ask someone to make you something to eat." of."

Clock went to the kitchen for the first time, and told the chef to make a steak with freshly imported Australian Wagyu beef, make it now, and send it to him later.The chef was in a daze about the boss's visit, and before he had time to ask details such as "how familiar" and other details, the boss turned around and disappeared, so they had to act by experience.

The clock quickly went back to find Song Qiyou. Song Qiyou looked at the clock and walked briskly. He couldn't figure out how he could always have a different style. The first time he was independent from the world, the last time he was beautiful and pleasant, this time he was noble and gorgeous. The difference is only in the clothes he wears. different skirts.

It's amazing.

Song Qiyou chose a seat very close to the dance floor, and Clock sat one person away from him, holding a pillow to hug him: "Are you busy recently?"

He was a little angry at Song Qiyou for not contacting him for so many days, only a little, and more because he wanted to hear the other party talk about himself.Song Qiyou didn't understand the emotion contained in the former, nor the expectation contained in the latter, so he just regarded it as a topic that couldn't be more polite, and answered matter-of-factly: "I'm very busy."

Then there was no meaning to go on.

Because of love, the clock will not be sad easily: "What are you busy with?"

Only then did Song Qiyou begin to give a speech that was in line with the clock, although he didn't know it.

At first, he also took care of the psychology of the clock, and didn't talk about research related to the course, and led the topic to the matter of taking care of the students himself.But as he was talking, he unconsciously talked about the details, such as "you can tell that student is suitable for scientific research after a few words with him, and he has an attitude", and "that girl is really good, what she discussed It sounds basic, but it is also difficult to dig deeper into the basics.”

The clock has been listening quietly, staring at Song Qiyou intently.The steak was served when Song Qiyou's words came to an end, and the iron plate rang "嗞嗞嗞", and the clock said with a smile, "It sounds very busy", and then said, "I'll go to the bar to have a look, and I'll be back in a while, you first Eat, don't burn it."Song Qiyou looked at his swaying skirt and realized that he seemed to have said a long paragraph of blunt and boring words.

If possible, Clock would like to tell Song Qiyou that he was wrong in an extreme way, and tell him how tempting the "blunt and boring" words combined with his serious expression are.But he can't, so he can only explain it indiscriminately, and then go to the bathroom.

In the compartment, the clock took a few deep breaths.The air smelled of incense, and in the simmering atmosphere of the bar, things developed better than he imagined, and naturally, they were more difficult to control.When his eyes fell on the painting on the door, he was stunned for a while.

These paintings are Shi Yusu's bad taste.His disgusting brother said half a year ago that these paintings that ordinary people can’t understand are full of sexual innuendos. His disgusting brother said a long time ago that the roommate he brought home last time didn’t understand anything except physics, Zhong Zhong thought, does Song Qiyou understand the hints in these paintings? If he and himself are locked in the same compartment...

The clock slowly lowered its hand obsessively, and suddenly there was a violent collision sound from outside the compartment.He came back to his senses and heard someone enter the next compartment, and it was two people who heard the sound.Soon, panting, shouting, etc. broke into his ears.

Active eroticism can add to the fun of ordinary people, but it is like pouring cold water on the clock.Clock wanted to solve it by himself first, so as to avoid frequent untimely desires later, but now he planned to go to waste, so he had to straighten out his clothes and go out of the cubicle to wash his hands. He quickly retrieved the key and locked the men's bathroom. sound.

When he approached Song Qiyou again, Clockwork thought dejectedly and excitedly, he would definitely be tougher later, maybe he would always be tougher, in front of Song Qiyou.

Clock sat down again, narrowed his eyes and said "I haven't eaten yet", waved his hand to let the waiter serve a creamy soup, sipping it in small sips, the corners of his mouth were stained with white thick.The steak was finished, and Song Qiyou looked at him while drinking orange juice, always feeling awkward.

The clock is performing generously, sometimes making a little "enen humming" sound, as if the soup is delicious, sometimes coughing twice as if being choked, and accidentally dirtying the face, the black bell on the neck rings softly .When the bowl of soup bottomed out, he looked up at Song Qiyou and said with a giggle, "I'm full."

Song Qiyou, a pure young man who didn't even think about what was wrong, handed over two tissues and motioned him to wipe his face. The clock didn't seem to understand, and he blinked innocently.Song Qiyou couldn't stand the look, and explained: "There is soup on the corners of the mouth and on the face."

The clock said "Yeah", smiled embarrassedly, wiped the soup stains from the corner of his mouth, but couldn't find the right place on his face, wiped it and asked Song Qiyou "Is there any more", wiped it and asked "Is there any more?" ".After Song Qiyou said "no" many times, he finally couldn't hold back and pulled another tissue to help.Clock obediently moved his face closer, and the little devils in his heart circled hand in hand.

Silly white sweet Saigao!

But just at the moment when he insisted on being silly and hopeful to take Song Qiyou down, a strange confidence surged in Zhong Zhong's heart, like a person who can't help but die when everything is going well.He suddenly felt that Song Qiyou could accept his true colors, when Song Qiyou thought they had only met three times, and when Song Qiyou barely knew him.

The ball of paper arced into the trash can, and the clock was unwilling to pretend to be a fool.He recalled whether the red lips were painted enough for the flames, and asked in a false voice: "Do you drink? Today's bartender is very good."

The bar was quite noisy, but Song Qiyou didn't hear the difference, holding the glass of orange juice and said, "No, drive."

Clock stood up and straightened the skirt: "Then go dance."

The band was playing a lazy slow rock, Song Qiyou leaned back on the sofa, and his whole body was rejecting: "No. I can't dance."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Clock stepped forward and grabbed Song Qiyou's wrist, not negotiable, "Just shake it casually."

Maybe because the song being played is relatively soothing, everyone on the dance floor is shaking, the only difference is the distance - some people are shaking themselves, some people are entangled.Song Qiyou stood side by side with the clock, two fists away from shoulder to shoulder, the clock swayed very slowly with the rhythm, and the red dress was more charming than the lights.

Song Qiyou couldn't learn to sway, so he stomped his feet instead, and couldn't do it right. He looked at the clock and smiled: "Have you never danced before?"

Song Qiyou shrugged helplessly.After a song, the band changed to a raucous disco, and the clock held his hand and spun him to the center of the dance floor, shouting loudly: "That—I—is—no—is—— You—first—first—dance—partner—”

The clock may be Song Qiyou's dancing partner, but Song Qiyou is at best a jiggling steel pipe, allowing the clock to dance around him.It was rare for the boss to go to the dance floor, and the band played several pieces of music suitable for disco.The surrounding atmosphere became more and more restless, Song Qiyou became more and more at a loss, when the clock looked at his serious face, his lower body reacted again.

He indulged himself to get closer, and the tip of his nose was about to touch Song Qiyou's nose and asked, "Can I dance well?"

Song Qiyou was startled by the enlarged face, subconsciously stepped on someone's foot behind him when he stepped back, and hurriedly turned around to say sorry, but he didn't see anyone accepting the apology.The clock giggled and turned his face to face himself, pretending to be serious and educated: "No one in the bar will care about these small accidents, and the bigger accidents will not care."

Song Qiyou didn't know what a "bigger accident" was, but felt that the scene where the clock was holding his face was too weird.He took the clock's hand away and said unnaturally: "It's a good jump."

The clock ticks: "Am I really your first dance partner?"

Song Qiyou nodded.

Clock raised an eyebrow, smiled contemptuously and arrogantly: "You don't know if you said something wrong, but I know."

This is all and what.

How did this become like a person?

Song Qiyou felt a burning sense of foreboding. The boy in front of him who was playing disco in a dress didn't seem to be "Shi Yusu's younger brother" or "a boy who pursued himself".The intimacy generated by the former and the appreciation generated by the latter disappeared, and he could hardly find a reason to continue to stay in this crazy space.

In order to drag back his free self, Song Qiyou asked abruptly: "You and your brother don't have much contact with each other?"

The clock didn't seem to hear clearly, and he sang the next line to Song Qiyou along with the band: "There's a plastic tree."

"what?"

The clock puts its hands together in a trumpet shape: "Are you here with me?"

"Uh, the clock..."

The clock muffled its nasal sound, still shouting: "This song—OnMelancholyHill—have you ever heard—"

Good upbringing made Song Qiyou insist on listening for a while, then shook his head.Shaking his head also expressed that he didn't want to stay any longer, but before the words came out, the clock threw another thunder: "Song Qiyou——do you like women or——men——"

There were probing eyes around him, and Song Qiyou was at a loss for a while, and said to the people around him: "Clock, you are drunk."

pat.

Self-confidence can only be used to deceive oneself when the ability is completely insufficient to solve the problem.But if someone pets you and loves you, he silently helps you take over most of the remaining problems, or just stays with you, your confidence will still be authentic, not the confidence to solve the problem, but to be loved self-confidence.

It's just that no one pets the clock, no one loves the clock, he was ruthlessly thrown into the maze full of mist, no one accompanied him to find the direction, and no one led him to find the exit.His only source of confidence - a small cluster of lights rose higher and higher, condescendingly, and said contemptuously, "You and your brother don't have much contact at ordinary times", "You're drunk", and then, slapped, turned off.

How ridiculous is his self-confidence that he thinks he has identified the direction and found the exit.

The noisy clock quieted down in the maze that returned to the entrance again, and stated the facts like a child: "Song Qiyou, after you came, I didn't drink."

Those words were purely for himself, without considering that the clock would mind, Song Qiyou felt guilty: "Sorry. Clock, it's getting late, I have to go back."

As if pressing a certain switch, he grabbed Song Qiyou's sleeve violently like a clock trying to survive. He pulled tighter and tighter, until Song Qiyou felt his wrist was a little tight, and he struggled lightly. Then he withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and sucked Nose down and go.