Plaid shirt and star armor

Cen Jingming unilaterally cut off contact with him, which logically pushed him back to his original life.However, from that day on, Fu Qianshu fell into a strange circle.

When he woke up, he was sweating profusely, and the clothes on his back were mostly wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.But Fu Qianshu sat up refreshed and felt his head lighten a few pounds, and there was nothing serious except that his throat was still itchy.Of course, this is not a problem. Drinking a few more glasses of water today is a hero.Qu Meng was swearing, playing games, the keyboard was crackling, Lu Qi was out on a date, and the breakfast brought to him was still warm.

Fu Qianshu puffed his stomach, and the phone was turned off due to low battery. He plugged in the data cable and waited for half a quarter of an hour before turning it back on.Fu Qianshu hesitated for a while, then opened WeChat, ordering himself to stare at the news page obsessively.

The last system notification was squeezed by several groups and fell down a bit. His bed was facing the window, and waves of cheers came from the tennis court below, and the sunlight was like water.This is Fu Qianshu's life. In the Garden of Eden, where everything grows, there are annoying roommates and brothers who bother him. He attends lectures meticulously, completes homework, gets satisfactory grades, and will continue to pursue further studies in the future.The intersection with Cen Jingming can only be regarded as a discordant note outside the routine.

In just over a week, Fu Qianshu saw those conversations from all over the world and thought they were very familiar. Looking back now, cats and dogs, food, fixed-point greetings, it was so shallow, it made him feel that Cen Jingming was standing on the other side of the big river. as far away.

The two of them had deviated in their sexuality, and it was impossible for them to develop as expected. Cen Jingming was stopping the loss in time, which was completely obvious.Fu Qianshu should breathe a sigh of relief, even he himself didn't understand what to worry about.

"Close the door for me!"

Fu Qianshu kept Qu Meng, who was spraying his teammates, behind the door, and wandered around the school with a heavy heart.Last night, the rain was strong and the wind was tight, and the sun came out. The water on the ground was evaporated, but there were still ruined flowers and leaves that the sanitation workers hadn't cleaned up in time.Passing by the bridge, he mustered up the courage to write a text message to Cen Jingming:

"Cen Jingming, good weekend. Have you woken up yet? My fever has subsided and I'm taking a walk outside. In the woods, I thought the swing frame was very well made. Due to the heavy rain yesterday, several collapsed. I don’t know when it will be repaired. The weather is good, and there are many people wandering around for fun. I hope you will be happy too.”

send.

Fu Qianshu walked around the Jianhuan College several times, nervously taking out his mobile phone from his pocket to read it every two minutes.Later, he turned the ringtone to the maximum, and simply held it in his palm, so that he would be able to find out any reply from the other party at the first time.

A series of bells came from behind, and Fu Qianshu stepped out of the way, allowing the students who were riding on the small yellow car to pass by. It turned out that he had returned to the place where he started.

It was almost time for the cafeteria to open, and the time in between was enough to read the content of that message thousands of times.Fu Qianshu received a lot of leaflets from part-time students, and he seemed to be sending out small advertisements.He folded the paper and threw it into the trash can, and called Cen Jingming with the low-quality bass sound in the campus square.

There is only a mechanical system female voice repeating "The user you dialed has shut down" in both Chinese and English.

It seems that the other party is avoiding him.

Fu Qianshu didn't have the courage to call again, fearing that the fact that Cen Jingming had blacklisted him would be confirmed next time.What's more, he didn't even think about what to say, he was just performing this action instinctively.

Because the fault was all on him, Fu Qianshu tried every means to solve this problem. He was very stupid and wanted his friends to be happy, but a few words seemed to make Cen Jingming even more sad.

Their communication is like a program built by a layman with full of interest. When it runs normally, it runs naturally and smoothly, without complex logic instructions, and they think it is a wonderful workmanship.Once the basic layer falls apart, like dominoes, it can no longer be salvaged-this completely emotional prerequisite is called "I like her".

is her".

In the next few days, while Fu Qianshu was in class, he gave tutor Tu a new project that he was busy with.He is the only undergraduate student in the team, and the rest are seniors with a master's degree or a Ph.Sometimes it was too late, Fu Qianshu would just rest in the laboratory.

When people are busy, there is no extra space in their minds, and when they are free, they will think wildly again.Fu Qianshu was lying on the cramped bed, and before he was so tired that he lost consciousness, he always had to recall the day when Cen Jingming took him to the hospital.

"No smoking here."

Fu Qianshu sat on the end of the bench leaning against the handle, watching a line of names brushed on the electronic screen not far away. Every time it was updated, the nurse would go to the corridor to call for someone.

It was so loud that he himself couldn't hear what he was grinning, but Cen Jingming smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't intend to smoke."

Fu Qianli aspired to be an upright man, and before leaving, he gave himself positive psychological hints that he must be brave and take the initiative.But after actually seeing Cen Jingming, he was so timid, he didn't dare to look at it, and he didn't even dare to hear Cen Jingming laugh.

Sure enough, Cen Jingming didn't break the rules, he just took out one and put it between two fingertips.They didn't match their lips, but they were making corresponding gestures, as if orange-red sparks were really burning, and the ashes were shaking off bit by bit.His hair was tied up the same as the day we met, with a few strands leaking out of the leather ring, tracing a neat outline.When he half-closed those extremely beautiful eyes and fell into deep thought, all the crying, laughing, sorrows and joys around him had nothing to do with Cen Jingming.

This "everything" also includes Fu Qianshu.

He looked very lonely, so lonely that at that moment, Fu Qianshu forgot the rumors about homosexuals doing anything wrong, so he guessed that Cen Jingming had never even used an anonymous chat software, and took the first step towards himself, only to realize that it was a dead end .

In fact, if Cen Jingming wanted to smoke at that time, Fu Qianshu would secretly help to cover it up so that the nurse would not find out, even if he thought it was harmful to his body, and the smell was unpleasant.

After having this idea for three consecutive nights, on the fourth day, the laboratory was on holiday.On this day, Fu Qianshu decided to find him.

But Fu Qianshu's recent luck is really bad.

"Well," he stared at his toes in embarrassment, "Your lady boss, isn't it - where's your boss?"

A shop assistant laughed loudly and said, "My lady boss? I haven't seen it before! Hey, brother Cen is really a treasure in a golden house?"

"Nine times out of ten," another girl who was immersed in her work raised her eyes and said, "Look at him, he was so happy."

Fu Qianshu almost bit his tongue: "I, I want to find your boss, Cen Jingming."

"Are you Brother Cen's friend?"

"Well," Fu Qianshu agreed, feeling guilty again, "Yes, it should be."

He was so ashamed, his heart was beating wildly, his head was lowered, but his eyes were wandering, he always felt that Cen Jingming would come out from somewhere in the next moment.

But the girls said in unison: "Brother Cen is on a business trip!"

"Strictly speaking, it's not a business trip." One of them was packing up the nail lamp, chatting with the rest of the two as authentically, "Did Xiaoxiao encourage you to go there?"

Who is this? Fu Qianshu still wanted to get to the bottom of it, but with the sound of "meow", a ball of snow-white fur jumped to his feet.

"leaf?"

"Huh," the puppet cat made a purring sound from its throat, and then it was protracted again, "Meow——"

Fu Qianshu squatted down, Ye Zi shook his head to the left, then to the right, estimating him curiously for a while, then he stretched out his hand, and it stood up, holding the hairy tender pink pad for him.

"You are really Brother Cen's friend. I was just a stranger before." Seeing Ye Zi getting close to him, the girls let go a lot. "Did you transfer to S city recently? Or did you know each other not long ago?"

"I'm in J University, and I'm still in school, so I'm usually busy." Fu Qianshu said after thinking about it.

Halfway through the conversation, they could guess that he and Cen Jingming knew each other well, but because they didn't have time to spare, they seldom came to the store to look for him.As a result, the three girls did not ask any more questions.

Fu Qianshu likes small animals very much. Ye Zi has obviously been trained deliberately, not timid, and has a docile temper. After being rubbed by him for a while, she disarms and turns over, revealing the softest big belly.

"Let's go," he patted the kitten, and said in a low voice, "I hope I can play with you next time I come here, and protect me from being kicked out by your master." Thinking about it makes me sad.

Fu Qianshu bid farewell to the busy girls one by one, and was about to leave when he saw several paintings placed at the door.

"That," he pushed open the door again, and asked, "Cen Jingming painted these, right? How do you put them outside?"

It will be destroyed by rain or sun exposure.

"Oh," said the clerk, "Brother Cen asked us to help dispose of it in the morning, saying it was useless."

"Useless?" Unlikely, Fu Qianshu doubted, "Is this how Cen Jingming threw away unnecessary paintings before?"

The girl who answered his words thought about it seriously, and said, "That's not true, he packed it up by himself in the studio at home and then picked it out."

"Brother Cen is very good, and he has high demands on himself," another person interjected, "Usually he handles the waste manuscripts by himself, but this time, maybe because he is away from home, let us do it for him."

No, neither, Fu Qianshu's intuition told him that was not the case.

Among the dozen or so pictures, there are watercolors and oil paintings, and two of them are even framed, which shows that the author is at least quite satisfied with them.Cen Jingming said that he feels that all works will have a new life after they are officially out of his hands. For a person who can say such words, Fu Qianshu can't imagine that he would throw away such beautiful paintings casually.

He sent them to the circle of friends that no one cares about, and heard Fu Qianshu said that he read it and said he liked it very much. Even though Fu Qianshu felt that most of his interpretations were nonsense, there was a happy mood between the lines.

Cen Jingming must cherish all this very, very much.

Then why don't you even want to see it again?

Fu Qianshu thought, during these three or four days, something must have gone wrong.Thinking of this, he realized that he, who kept saying that he would still be friends with Cen Jingming, and who was willing to give advice to make the other party's future road less difficult, had never really understood Cen Jingming.

"I want to keep these things for him." A thought popped up.

Fu Qianshu swept the car, saw that those girls didn't pay attention, and originally wanted to tell them, but then thought that if he wanted to explain the reason, he had to tell what he had guessed that Cen Jingming was hiding from them, so he didn't think about it .He went to the supermarket to buy a rope and a canvas bag, half of which he carried in his hand and half of which he put in the cart basket, and slowly and laboriously brought these paintings back to school.

After dinner, Fu Qianshu came to the library. In front of the self-service reference machine on the first floor, his fingers paused on the keyboard, and then he entered the three words "gay".

In the next two days, he spent most of his time in the library except eating, going to class, and sleeping. In the afternoon, when Fu Qianshu had just left the tea room and was about to return to his seat, Cen Jingming called:

"You took my painting?"

Fu Qianshu took a deep breath, saw the dust flying in the sunlight, said "um", and said, "It's me."

The other party didn't reply, and he said again: "You are finally willing to talk to me."

Cen Jingming's tone was very light, so light that he couldn't hear the slightest emotion: "Then you throw it away, thank you. I have nothing to do, I will hang up first."

"Don't hang up!" Fu Qianshu said loudly, the people nearby looked over dissatisfied, and he turned into the corridor blushing.

Cen Jingming complied with him and did not hang up, and the recorded number of time was beating quietly on the screen, which gradually made Fu Qianshu feel tormented.

"Can you...listen to me," his voice trembled because of excitement, with a pleading tone that he didn't realize, "Just 10 minutes, okay?"

Cen Jingming didn't answer him, and the sound of hot breathing came from the receiver.After a long while, Fu Qianshu heard "dong"—a crisp and short click when his knuckles hit the table.

Like their first voice call.

Fu Qianshu understood, and he agreed.