Plaid shirt and star armor

When Cen Jingming talked about the party, Fu Qianshu immediately agreed, and after walking for a while, he began to feel anxious again.Cen Jingming saw it and reassured him: "Don't be afraid, just have some drinks and play games with some friends."

"Why am I panicking?" the withdrawn first-level player bluffed and puffed out his chest, "but it's really the first time I've entered a bar. Do I need to make preparations? Are there any requirements for clothing?"

He has a problem when walking. He likes to stare at the fixed pattern of the floor tiles and step on it. His body shakes slightly, like a bird jumping around on the wheat stack.

"Leave it to me." Cen Jingming wanted to pull him a little bit, and put his hands half into fists in his pockets, but he still didn't take them out.

When they went outside the school to discuss what to eat, Fu Qianshu pressed the corner of his mouth and said that he had developed an ulcer recently, and Cen Jingming suggested that we should go to a Cantonese restaurant?

In fact, Fu Qianshu, who loves spicy food, is still yearning for food that is heavy in oil and salt. Thinking of a table of clear soup with little water, the rabbit's ears drooped, and he was embarrassed, so he said embarrassingly: "Well, let's talk about the good-looking milk first." Do you still offer the yellow bag and chicken feet? If not, let’s exchange them!"

Cen Jingming naturally did not express any objection.When he arrived at the store, he found that everything was available except for some morning tea and meals. Fu Qianshu cheered and unloaded several baskets from the self-service cart in one go. Seeing Cen Jingming propped his head, staring at himself motionlessly, he swallowed and said:

"What are you doing?" The table was indeed a bit exaggerated, and he insisted, "I can eat like this!"

"Okay," Cen Jingming laughed even harder, "It's time to start while it's hot."

He was willing to say that it's okay, I can afford it, but on the one hand, it seemed blatant, and on the other hand, Fu Qianshu didn't like to hear it, so he didn't say it.Yes, Cen Jingming is keenly aware of this in the limited coexistence. He can be pampered and coaxed, but if he shows too much protection, or uses a description such as "cute", Fu Qianshu will give him a righteous "Correction" - because that's "for girls".

It is definitely not a good thing to cling to stereotypes to draw the border between Chuhe and Han, but it will take a while for Cen Jingming to know the origin behind it.

Fu Qianshu really took too much, and both of them were full.He is addicted to sweets, Cen Jingming paid attention to the direction of his chopsticks, and quietly avoided the other person's favorite food. When there was a drawer of snacks at the end, Fu Qianshu's chopsticks flicked and fell on the paper pad. Get up and eat.

"It tastes good," he gestured to get up, "You like it, may I get another one?"

Fu Qianshu quickly waved his hands: "No need, I'm going to be so full that my throat gets stuck."

Only then did Cen Jingming settle down, put away the empty plates, and place the rest of the dishes within Fu Qianshu's reach.

When Fu Qianshu looked at him just now, he realized that before Cen Jingming picked up the soiled food, the other party hadn't even touched a mouthful.This is a gentle person, sometimes his gentleness is so subtle that Fu Qianshu completely ignores it if he doesn't pay attention.If he insisted on his own opinion, he would be unable to ride a tiger now, and he couldn't bear to hurt Cen Jingming again.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Ah good."

Cen Jingming bought the order by the way.

"Did you forget that I still owe you a meal?" Fu Qianshu said sullenly when he saw the receipt in his hand.

"Oh?" Cen Jingming blinked in surprise, "I really forgot, then it's yours next time."

I forgot what, I just pretended it!

"It was the place I recommended."

Fu Qianshu frowned angrily. After hearing this sentence, he had no choice but to submissively say, "Which stew pot next time? You agreed at the beginning—blame me..."

"Do not blame you."

Cen Jingming patted his head and said.

When the two of them came outside, the street lamps had been turned on one by one. Cen Jingming was walking on the outside close to the busy traffic. All kinds of lights were intertwined, too bright to see the outline clearly.He concealed some things, for example, he had been to the restaurant Fu Qianshu mentioned earlier and ate alone.Even so, Fu Qianshu sensed something.

Like drifting in the endless blue ocean, sinking slowly and willingly.

"When are you coming back?"

"Don't you think I'm hanging in front of you all the time?" Cen Jingming joked, "I'm busy recruiting newcomers, so it's hard to say. I'll definitely come when I have time."

"Recruitment?"

Cen Jingming nodded: "A girl finally decided to take the self-examination. Good thing."

Fu Qianshu nodded in agreement.

Cen Jingming had no choice but to make it clear to him: "The mountain is not just you, you are not just the mountain... remember to find me in the store if you have nothing to do, is that okay?"

As he said, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, as if there was nothing he could do to Fu Qianshu.In front of it was a small garden for the residents of the nearby community to take a walk. In addition to the fitness equipment, there were also a few wooden chairs. Cen Jingming chose an empty one to sit down and moved some to the side.

But Fu Qianshu didn't sit down, and stood in front of him, explaining: "No, I want you to take the painting back."

"You haven't answered my question yet." This would make him look like a child.

A girl in school uniform looked up at them, her face was reflected by the phone like a glittering jellyfish.Fu Qianshu suddenly became nervous, almost back to the time when he was in elementary school, under the eyes of the class teacher, helping the girls with ponytails in the front row to write cheat sheets.

You said that you came to chase me and begged to be released, Fu Qianshu thought amusedly, and when he heard that he helped him cheat, he agreed: "It's fine."

Cen Jingming raised the corners of his lips contentedly, he thought there would be something to say next, but Cen Jingming didn't say anything.Fu Qianshu walked over and sat next to him.

Sometimes companionship is more effective than direct questioning.The emotional ebb touched by that sentence was not worth mentioning from the moment Fu Qianshu approached him vividly and warmly.The other party was like a little firefly, lighting up the chaotic cold night.

Not far away, an aunt was dancing in the square, and the sound was playing deafeningly. Fu Qianshu should be worried about him, but because of this devilish saliva song, he stuck his big eyes to him, and wobbled his legs, inexplicably. Added a sense of humor.

Cen Jingming suppressed a smile: "You want to dance too?"

"No, no, no." Fu Qianshu immediately sat upright as if he had been stabbed.

"You can dance if you want," Cen Jingming said seriously, "Did you forget again? As I said, if you like it, it's good."

Fu Qianshu softened his bones a little, and said, "What about you? You can throw away a good painting, don't you like it?"

This guy——he really draws inferences from one example, Cen Jingming reached out to wipe off the rice dregs on his chin, and said with a smile: "It's useless, it's not a pity to throw it away."

"What about painting?"

"Who says I won't draw anymore?" Cen Jingming comforted him easily, "There are still custom-made styles that have not been designed when I go back."

Fu Qianshu became anxious: "You clearly know that I am not talking about this! You are so good, isn't painting the most important thing to you, why did you give up so easily!"

"Xiaoshu," Cen Jingming said calmly, "—now, chasing you is my most important thing."

Fu Qianshu seemed to have been tapped on the dumb point by him.

There were still waves in his eyes, but his body didn't move, and Cen Jingming was the opposite of him. Cen Jingming leaned over with his upper half, wrapped his arms around his neck, and hugged him nonchalantly, but Fu Qianshu couldn't see His eyes, unable to see the windows of the soul, cannot guess whether they are extinguished or brightened.

"Call me in city B and say you can hug me."

Fu Qianshu said in his heart that I never play tricks, and let Cen Jingming give half of the weight to himself.He is also very handy in acting like a baby, Fu Qianshu thought in a random way, but he didn't feel the slightest repulsion.Although it was already dark, the light cast above the chair was better than nothing, and the two men hugged each other, so it was easy to be noticed.

However, Fu Qianshu had forgotten to care about other people's thoughts, so he let Cen Jingming do it regardless.

"Thank you."

"Thanks, thank you," Fu Qianshu felt guilty, "I didn't help, I just think that if you can persevere, no matter what difficulties, you will be able to overcome any difficulties. You are so good——in my heart, you are the most Perfect artist!"

Cen Jingming sat up, looked at him and thought, that's enough.

"I will always keep the paintings, but if you want, you can ask me to get them anytime."

"Okay." Cen Jingming replied solemnly.

Returning to the original posture, the smell on Cen Jingming's body was more like a subtle mint, gently passing over the lungs in the dark.It's not quite the same as when we first met and smelled it, Fu Qianshu thought in a daze.

It is a reassuring breath.

But what Fu Qianshu didn't expect was that before Cen Jingming could fully adjust his mentality, tell himself what happened or take the initiative to ask him to return to Zhao, he would almost cause an irreparable loss.

As soon as he entered the dormitory after class that day, he found that the hallway was empty.The floor was wet, and I didn't know that I thought it had been flooded.

"Where is the thing I put here?"

Lu Qi and the boss came in one after another, startled by his yelling.

"Be safe and don't be impatient," Lu Qi hurriedly said, "Didn't Qu Meng not attend class? Where is he?"

"Qu Meng!" Fu Qianshu was burning with anxiety, "Where is Qu Meng!"

"What are you yelling for?" After a burst of water, Qu Meng came out of the toilet and shook his hands.

"Where is the box I put here?"

"Throw it away," Qu Meng looked at him indifferently, and said, "Didn't you scold me behind your back for not cleaning up the house when you brushed your teeth in the morning? I wiped your table, swept and mopped it, and took out the trash. , are you satisfied this time?"