Plaid shirt and star armor

Cen Jingming received the first voice message from the other party on the evening of the third day.

He accidentally clicked on it first, and all the little girls in the store looked over. Cen Jingming pressed the mute button in a rare panic, thought for a while, and plugged in the earphones amidst the good-natured laughter of the girls.

The people over there were probably on the road, and they were still panting when they spoke. There was a lot of people's voices in the background, making Fu Qianshu's voice seem to be covered in the steaming mist, entwined with hot moisture.

"Just now the girl sitting next to me found a bug in the bowl of the girl," Fu Qianshu said briskly, "She didn't know what to do. I went to the window where I helped to tell the situation, but the aunt didn't care much and said It's normal to have worms in the dishes, so I called the lobby manager again... Although it took a while, but fortunately the matter was resolved, and the service quality was guaranteed to be improved after paying her money, huh——in short, it works. I am very happy Happy!"

This little trick of asking for credit between the lines is really...

Cen Jingming smiled, and when he came back to his senses, he had listened to that one again.

The boy's voice was very clear, as if the fresh air in the lungs was wiped with mint after the rain had washed away, reminding him of the person who stood here arguing with his sister that day.He is shorter than himself, and his appearance is so ordinary that it can even be said to be a bit rustic, but in the crowd, Cen Jingming can still distinguish it within a few glances.

That luxuriant vigor made Fu Qianshu's whole body light up.

Trees and trees: finally back to the dormitory!

Ming Jian: You don't have to be in such a hurry, tell me the same thing when you arrive.

Trees and Inch Trees: How dare I keep you waiting for too long

Trees and trees: And I may not have much time to talk to you today. Isn’t my mentor going to a meeting and wants to pick me up, but let alone collect things, I haven’t finished typing the code yet

After speaking, a pandaren holding a broken windmill and weeping immediately followed.

Ming Jian: Then you should be busy first.

Trees and trees: yes

Trees and trees: ... have you eaten yet?

Mingjian: [picture]

Trees and trees: that's good!

Trees and trees: I'm flashing, bye

Cen Jingming put the phone aside, opened the porridge bowl, and stirred it with a spoon.The girls in the store agreed to order a pot of pickled fish. One of them ate it, looked up and said:

"Brother Cen, your frequency of fishing has skyrocketed in the past two days, have you found a new boyfriend?"

The other one followed suit: "Yes, yes, brother Cen, don't hide it from us! Can you take a look at the photos?"

"Cut," the girl at the beginning tapped the back of her hand with chopsticks, "Are you still worried that Brother Cen will find an ugly one? I'm more curious about what kind of character it is. The little milk dog and little wolf dog are still as mature as you?"

The girl by the door was not good at speaking, she put the meal on the table, and listened to the two of them gagging, as if she was very concerned.

Cen Jingming moistened his throat, went to them and took a few pieces of paper, and then said:

"Learn something when you have time, and don't read messy novels." After saying this, he didn't know what to think of, and the corner of his lips curled up, "He's just a very interesting kid."

+ + +

Cen Jingming felt that his description was very appropriate, because Fu Qianshu cared about him like a child.

Ye Zi recovered quickly. He mixed the medicine in the food and fed it a few times, and he recovered in a blink of an eye.At this time, she pawed at Cen Jingming's trouser legs, let out a baby cry, and then jumped onto his lap nimbly.

He reached into his master's soft fur and squeezed it out, thinking that when he first picked her up, she was just a thin and small ball, and now she needs to plan her diet regularly to prevent her from becoming overweight.

Cen Jingming loves his cat, but he is not a person who likes to screen with cute pets.After Fu Qianshu mentioned it, he turned back and only found a picture of Ye Zi who was in her early three months, sleeping on her back a few years ago.

He is holding a pink meat pad with the words: From now on, we will be a family.

There aren't many posts, but it's enough for Fu Qianshu to turn over.And just flipping through it scribbled, it is impossible to connect them without thinking when Cen Jingming just mentioned it.

Cen Jingming drank the sugar water that the girls poured for him, put on his clothes, picked up the cat, went to the front and pulled down the iron rolling door, and locked it again.

He walked in the wind at night when the lights were just coming on, went to the open parking lot to find his own car and drove home.

Sitting in the car, he sent a message to Shushu and Cunshu on Mingjian's number, saying that he was about to go back.

Almost a second reply: "Thanks for your hard work, you must pay attention to safety on the road!"

It was still a voice, the volume was lowered, and the lips were pressed against the microphone, soft and sticky, almost as if they were lying next to the ear.

Cen Jingming smiled silently, and conveniently added the expression of the two kittens slapping each other's faces to the collection.He took a deep breath and wanted to reply in the same way. After thinking about it, he gave up and just typed "OK".

Adults’ social interaction requires a precise sense of proportion, what to say, what not to say, and when to say what should be said. It’s like weighing raw materials with a balance in a laboratory.If you try to develop a brand new relationship with someone, you need to emphasize planning and planning step by step.

And Fu Qianshu is a child, tirelessly saying good morning and good night, asking what he plans to eat for the next meal, and complaining that his belly is stuck to his spine during homework, and he must try the new night snack in the cafeteria later.He teased Cen Jingming with endless pictures, and told him "shyly" that he was reading an art book recommended by Cen Jingming's circle of friends, but he couldn't understand it.

Cen Jingming swiped the chat page a few times, and it was difficult to get back to the top of the chat page after only three days.

——My name is Fu Qianshu, a sophomore majoring in software engineering at the School of Computer Science, J University. How about you?

Ming Jian: Cen Jingming, graduated from the Oil Painting Department of F University Academy of Fine Arts.

——Obviously just passed the stage of exchanging names, the conversation between you and me has never exceeded the daily scope. If Yu Xiao caught a glimpse, it will 100% be judged as "no nutrition".

But that kind of intimacy is too obvious, it can be seen through at a glance if it is not concealed, but it stops at such a level of probing, as if saying a few more words will wake someone up.

Sickness comes and falls, and sickness goes away.But Cen Jingming still wanted to get well soon, at least to restore the normal dialogue with Fu Qianshu.

Even though it was a night intoxicated by the spring breeze, he still closed the car windows and turned on the heater.

back home.

Ming Jian: I have arrived.

Ming Jian: Are you still busy?

Tree and Cun Shu: "Well, my roommate is too noisy playing games, so I'm going to the library to catch up with my homework!"

Trees and trees: "It's almost finished, I'll go back soon."

Cen Jingming was warm and smoky in the car, but the breath caught by the air conditioner was filled with dust, and after a long time, he always suspected that he had also got it on his body.He put the cat down, took off his coat, and hung it on the figure stand beside him.

I'm going to turn on the washing machine later, Cen Jingming thought, seeing the voices and thumbnails popping up in the chat box, click on them one by one, and after listening to Fu Qianshu's joyful words, it will be a clear photo.

It can be seen that Fu Qianshu is really not good at taking selfies. This one is also very casual, out of focus, and concentrated on his collar.How many plaid shirts like this does he have?Cen Jingming shook his head helplessly, his eyes darkened.

I don't know if the temperature in the J University Library was also high. Fu Qianshu's cheeks were unnaturally red, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up. Only then did Cen Jingming realize that there was a small, pointed canine tooth in his upper row of teeth. .He has the kind of drooping eyes, always showing a very innocent feeling, probably for taking pictures, his eyes are deliberately opened wide, determined to absorb all the light projected in the room.

His eyebrows are beautiful, I trimmed them.Cen Jingming felt a strange feeling in his heart, lowered his eyes, and pressed the home button. Even so, he couldn't drive out the images that had already resided in his mind.

For Cen Jingming, Fu Qianshu gave him a long-lasting and lively sense of freshness. His sincerity to clumsiness tastes sweet, like a pot of honey. His voice always rises, and every time he says, It was as if balloons were being tied to Cen Jingming's hands one by one, trying to take him to a place infinitely close to the sky.

Cen Jingming turned on the front camera and took a few random photos. He was not satisfied, so he deleted them one by one, but saved the photo taken by Fu Qianshu.

Finally, Ming Jian said: You need to be early, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to get up to catch the plane tomorrow.

+ + +

Cen Jingming stood in a closed room, he raised his head, and saw that even the only window was nailed to death by uneven planks, leaving only a little bit of light leaking out, which was better than nothing.

He couldn't see clearly, and was about to speak out when he found himself holding a flashlight.

Cen Jingming turned on the flashlight, and a straight beam of light crawled on the creaking wooden floor. He adjusted it so that it was aimed at the front.

His heart began to beat violently, and thousands of hands seemed to reach out in the darkness for no reason, slowly pinching his throat tightly.Cen Jingming's pupils contracted, and he took a step back subconsciously. The light from the flashlight waved randomly, reflected to the back, left, and right, and once again froze at the front.

There are portraits of various young girls in different poses in all directions. They don't wear a shirt, their faces are clear, and their movements are distorted, as weird as dewy petals on black branches.

They were all looking at him blankly.

……

At six ten in the morning, Cen Jingming woke up from a nightmare.