Plaid shirt and star armor

After Cen Jingming said it, he regretted it.

Fu Qianshu was still waiting, he didn't ask, but his attitude was very clear.Cen Jingming's right index finger touched the countertop intermittently. The coffee was being brewed in the machine, and the clear water that was put in gradually turned to a fragrant brown.When he sat down to meditate, the skylight in the room made his facial features more three-dimensional, like a flawless painting.

Cen Jingming opened his mouth and simply made a few mouth shapes. Even if Fu Qianshu was in front of him, it was difficult to read what he said.

"Have you seen the sunrise?" The other party broke the silence first and said, "It's so beautiful."

Cen Jingming nodded, a strand of hair was hooked on his eyelashes, which went up and down with the blinking of his eyelids.He brushed it aside and turned to look outside.When the light envelops the surrounding fields, the fish maw-like white headspace is soaked in the burning clouds, and everything outside is painted with brilliant and flowing varnish.He saw Guang climbing over the window sill and onto one of his forearms, and replied affirmatively to Fu Qianshu with the number Mingjian.

Fu Qianshu pressed the joint line between the window and the car door with one hand, and said with a smile: "Well, the sun is out, and you are awake too... So now it has nothing to do with that dream, right?"

This is a simple and direct way of comforting, Cen Jingming thought, as if he was coaxing himself like a child, but it was obvious that Fu Qianshu was more like a child.

He woke up, saw the time, called Fu Qianshu almost without thinking, and blurted out the dream.I hope that the other party will say something, and I will be stuck at the beginning.

Adults love to ask children "what kind of person do you want to be in the future", but often when they grow up, they realize that children are what they want to be the most.That dusty past would repeatedly invade Cen Jingming's life in the form of dreams. He took the initiative to ask Fu Qianshu for such a clean and pure voice, but he was unwilling to go further. He only wanted Fu Qianshu to maintain such a pure and active appearance, even without Maybe forever, and as long as possible.

Mingjian: Right.

——How complicated the evil of human nature can be, he just needs to know.

"So there's no need to think about it. After breakfast, you should forget about it later." Fu Qianshu didn't know that the comfort was ineffective, and swallowed nervously, "Although I don't know what it is-but, but, If you need it next time, you can always voice me!"

Cen Jingming turned off the coffee machine, smiled, and teased him: Can't the video work?

Fu Qianshu stuttered: "Of course! No, I mean, of course! Do you want to... now?"

He leaned forward "like facing an enemy", trying to check his own appearance from the mirror hanging in the front row of the taxi. The narrow plane could only accommodate half of his forehead, so he turned his head again and opened his eyes wide I went to look at the furry reflection on the window glass, and frantically flattened my sleepy hair.

Ming Jian: Wait until I get better from the cold. I'm unkempt, I'm afraid I'll scare you.

Fu Qianshu breathed a sigh of relief, holding the phone: "Why, you look so good!"

Ming Jian: Last time you covered half of your face, isn't it pretty?

"It's pretty." Fu Qianshu said firmly.

Ming Jian gave him an emoji of a cat with its head tilted, and the round face of the cat was blushed with a paintbrush.

Fu Qianshu laughed loudly: "You hid my emoji again!"

Ming Jian: No way?

"Where?" Fu Qianshu narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Use whatever you want."

When you like someone, you even have to share emoticons, with many trivial joys, or bizarre dreams.Ming Jian woke up from the fright and couldn't sleep and came to him, which showed that he was really needed. This gave Fu Qianshu a sense of accomplishment, and felt that he was only a few steps away from growing into an indomitable adult.

He chatted with Cen Jingming in a rambling manner, complaining a few words about his difficult roommates, the piles of homework, and the meeting that his tutor Da Niu took him to. He asked him to write a speech. The teacher-student discussion part of the second stage is used.

"There are a lot of graduate students and doctors..." Fu Qianshu backed off guiltily, "My level must be much lower than theirs."

Ming Jian: Think from another angle?

Ming Jian: Everyone here heard that you are only a sophomore, and the psychological pressure must be greater.You have just started your academic career, and you have the opportunity to be on an equal footing with them, which already shows that you are amazing.

Fu Qianshu heard it lightly, and said humbly: "No, it's my mentor who is amazing."

This guy—Cen Jingming put down the cup in his hand, and couldn't help calling his name in a tone between natural expression and deliberate pouring out of his heart.

Fu Qianshu was still afraid that he would not believe it, and added: "It's true, don't look at him bald, he is a visiting scholar at Harvard University, and he has published papers on both TSE and TOSEM! And—"

Ming Jian: So you will be stronger than him, isn't it.

"Ah," Fu Qianshu lowered his head and smiled, his heart pounding, and said, "Well... then, I will try to post an article after that."

Ming Jian: Alright, come on!

He looked at the other person's profile picture and name on the WeChat interface, like a tire that was inflated, full of courage and strength.

Fu Qianshu reluctantly hung up the voice call and got off at the station.He pulled the suitcase and strode into the sunshine.

+ + +

Rain or shine, Cen Jingming was late once in a while.

The three girls in the shop opened the door with spare keys, and they were already making orders. When they saw him coming, one of them looked up and asked with concern: "Brother Cen, why are you so late, are you still not feeling well?"

"No," Cen Jingming lied in a hoarse voice, "Yezi is getting angry."

Unaware that he was carrying a scapegoat, the puppet cat jumped down from his arms, stepped on standard catwalks, and wailed childishly around the guest's short boots.

Mingjian: [Picture] Today's cat movie.

Ming Jian: boarded the plane?

Ming Jian: Catch up on sleep.I'll wait for you to land.

Cen Jingming put away his phone and walked into the room.Zhijian Senluo seldom undertakes other beauty projects, the recliner in this room is almost useless, and occasionally he will take a nap on it if he has time for a lunch break.Opposite the chair is his work table. The various materials required for nail art design and painting have taken advantage of all the available storage space. Compared with the exquisite decoration outside, it is messy.

The customers who made an appointment with him still didn't come until noon, and he had a rare period of free time.

Hearing Fu Qianshu's voice was undoubtedly very useful for Cen Jingming.If you want to describe it, it is more like a quiet moment when the turbulent tide recedes, the thrilling sound of rocks slapping stops, and then a small boat slowly comes in, swaying aimlessly.

Yu Xiao dismissed him, saying that he was too mother-in-law in the matter of dating, because of this level of evaluation, it became more and more amazing how much he cared about Fu Qianshu this time.

It's only been less than four days, but Cen Jingming even thinks that he should get to know each other earlier.

Or if you are younger, it is best to be like Fu Qianshu when you are still in school.It doesn't matter if they are not in the same school. When the weekend comes, I will ride a small yellow car to find him, go to the library for self-study together, or take a walk along the long lake embankment of J University.He can draw Fu Qianshu's various faces without hesitation. They can hide behind the bushes and kiss boldly and cautiously.

At that time, I wouldn't think as much as I do now, and the love I gave would be the same as the other person's, without reservation.

Cen Jingming came back to his senses.

He took a piece of paper, thinking about the person he met for the first time, and finally had a long-lost creative impulse.