Plaid shirt and star armor

From that day on, Cen Jingming turned into a kissing maniac. When he was staying overnight, he brought muesli from the sink to ask for a kiss, helped clean up the cat's hair and asked for a kiss. Even on the road, he would suddenly become excited He pulled Fu Qianshu into the shade of the chirping bird's chirp—even though it was always a touch, his hands and feet were faster than the speed of light, so Fu Qianshu had no time to react, let alone regret.

Fu Qianshu later went to several communication groups in the school to post the finding notice, but there was no news of it.But Cen Jingming said that he had a backup scan, and it wouldn't hurt if it was lost.

"Take it as a new beginning," Cen Jingming smoothed his turned-up collar, "As you said, I am very unhappy when I am immersed in those paintings. So, why don't you take this page with me?" Turn over, okay?"

The instructor also quickly called back, saying that the school made a fuss out of a molehill, who hadn't gotten into a fight when he was young, and brought up Qu Meng's messy studies, and only reassured Fu Qianshu.

Two days later, Qu Meng moved to the dormitory that was separated from them by a huge tennis court.Fu Qianshu wanted to invite guests to celebrate. Lu Qi and the boss thought that he was the one who was able to get rid of the tyranny.

In this way, life returned to its former peace.Fu Qianshu didn't believe that it could be solved so smoothly. After all, J University has strict rules, and the kind that uses high-power electrical appliances must be reported for criticism, so he thinks he is lucky.

"That's not true," Cen Jingming said, "If you are not academically successful and have a good character, it will be difficult to get the attention of teachers and the protection of senior sisters. If you are as mean to your roommates as Qu Meng, other students will be even more so. I won't become your supporter so firmly. Xiaoshu, everything is a heart-to-heart exchange."

When Fu Qianshu heard this, he raised his head from the translated documents. He didn't expect that Cen Jingming would be so "barbaric" in order to praise him.He was eating a lollipop, the white plastic stick was very short, so Fu Qianshu would always hold it whole in his mouth, Cen Jingming poked his puffed cheeks:

"Honestly."

The two of them were in Zhijian Senluo's shop, and the girls had a panoramic view of everything, giggling and laughing.Fu Qianshu scratched him like a paper tiger, and lifted the book to cover his face.

The puppet cat Ye Zi jumped onto the sofa, meowing, meowing, and Fu Qianshu was about to reach out to hug him, but Cen Jingming stopped him and said, "Don't move, it's hungry like this, I'm calling you to feed it, don't let it eat If the thing wants to play with it again, it will be scratched."

Ah, so, Fu Qianshu put away his things and got up to look for cat food.

"Xiaoshu is also the owner of the shop!" A shop assistant girl went to deliver the food, and when she saw him interacting with the boss's cat without hindrance, she filled the food bowl.

Fu Qianshu chewed the candy into pieces, and hurriedly said inarticulately, "No, no, you misunderstood—"

"Come and eat." Cen Jingming relieved him and smiled at Fu Qianshu.His eyes were clean and narrow, full of Fu Qianshu's pretending to be confused - just looking at each other for a short while could make Fu Qianshu flustered for no reason.

The two tacitly gathered together with the girls, Fu Qianshu took a few mouthfuls, and tilted his head to observe the cat owner who was feasting. When Ye Zi stuck out his pink tongue, he even forgot to chew the rice.Cen Jingming was afraid that he would choke, so he gave him a chestnut jokingly.

Fu Qianshu protected his head and gave him a fair look.

"Go back in the afternoon?"

"Well," Fu Qianshu remembered, and said again, "By the way, I'm going home tomorrow."

Cen Jingming smiled and said, "Have a nice weekend."

As an aborigine, Fu Qianshu went back twice a month, and was always told by his mother repeatedly.Thinking about it this way, Cen Jingming didn't even mention his parents to him, let alone go back to visit.

He invited Fu Qianshu to a friend's gathering (next week), but he hardly saw each other, except for one named Yu Xiao, who talked about his name more frequently.Cen Jingming's life trajectory is extremely regular, and he does everything indifferently, which always makes Fu Qianshu inevitably wonder how much better their relationship with Cen Jingming is than meeting by chance.

Of course, these people would definitely be able to accept him, just like the little girl in the store said that she wanted to introduce someone to Brother Cen because she wanted to break her head.

But what about his parents?

where?How is the situation?Concerned about Cen Jingming eating and adding clothes, work □□, okay?They knew about Cen Jingming's emotional tendencies?

Fu Qianshu said casually: "Maybe I won't be able to survive. My mother always complains about her back pain. Can you imagine that she is so old that she is afraid of seeing a doctor—so I will take her for a checkup tomorrow even if I do both."

"This kind of thing really can't be sloppy." Cen Jingming saw that he liked to eat the fried fish balls, so he divided some of his own bowls.

"That's right," Fu Qianshu observed him with a guilty conscience, and said in an unremarkable tone, "You should also pay more attention to whether auntie and uncle have any problems in this regard! I found that even if they are particularly uncomfortable, they may It’s just a passing sentence, so every time I get connected, I can’t wait to pick out every word and memorize it.”

Before Cen Jingming could speak, someone pushed the door open from the outside.

"Hello? Can I do my nails now?"

"Well," the girl sitting on the outermost side quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, stood up and said with a smile on her face, "Do you have any ideas about the style, what makes our house unique is that it can be customized—"

The one who responded was the new girl who had the least qualifications but was the most diligent. This line of work is often busy without knowing the sky and the sky. Although Cen Jingming has innovations in his business philosophy, he cannot escape the troubles of the service industry.Seeing the little girl enthusiastically starting to negotiate with the customer, Cen Jingming also had to go to the side to give guidance, in case the top cover was damaged.

Fu Qianshu also saw him humbly apologizing for the apprentice's mistake.

Like him, Cen Jingming is just an ordinary person.

"Xiaoshu," he stood up and rubbed Fu Qianshu's head, "thank you. My parents... are still in good health. It's a pity that I only had time to take a cursory look in the hall before being kicked out during the New Year's Eve .They're...not quite accepting it yet."

As soon as customers come, everyone will be busy with their own work, regardless of whether they have finished eating or not, the food will become more heart-warming.Fu Qianshu and the shop pet Ye Zi, one big and one small, nestled beside the sofa. The food in the bowl was still steaming, but it was hard to swallow.

Thinking of Cen Jingming using the home theater to accompany him to watch a few recent good movies, no matter how bad the weather is, he can turn on the air conditioner to eat ice cream, and the bucket of cream products seeped water from the outer wall, wet the clothes on the sides of his legs, A little shape can be seen vaguely.All the little thoughts were used to treat Fu Qianshu, like the stars and the moon.Knowing that Fu Qianshu likes sweets and spicy food, he never let his mouth idle.biscuit.Popcorn.seaweed.Small packets of fish tofu.On Sunday afternoon, I even dug out a spicy bar.

Think of him grinding coffee beans.I have to say a few words all the time, and I can't seem to remember the steps.When he lowered his head and raised his head, he would smile at the blushing Fu Qianshu and ask him what he was doing.

There is a well-behaved cat.There is a proud talent in art.Self-employment is also thriving.A well-deserved young talent.

Only Fu Qianshu peeled off the innermost loneliness under the warmth he showed—when the walls were painted and the house like an iron box appeared in front of him.

It was the loneliness that was so thick that it could not be melted away, that made Cen Jingming turn into water that glowed in the dark.Fu Qianshu used to watch him on the river bank all the time, but he didn't know anything about it.

"Don't you eat, are you in a daze again?"

Fu Qianshu kept it from him: "Well, it's in my throat."

Cen Jingming just sat back when he found that he was out of his mind and saw that the customer only wanted to be a simple solid color.Seeing that he was clearly suspicious, Fu Qianshu pressed his rolling Adam's apple, forcing out a burp that couldn't be more fake.

Fu Qianshu looked at Cen Jingming, blinked, and asked, "Auntie and the others, is it because you don't like girls—?"

Cen Jingming stared at Fu Qianshu for a while, then said lightly, "It's only part of it. My way of living is too different from their psychological expectations, and a breakdown is inevitable."

"sorry."

"Okay, what are you apologizing for?"

Fu Qianshu didn't want to tell him that he recalled that the house was deserted and deserted, and only two people stayed together to liven up the house.He actually began to hope that Cen Jingming would hug him or kiss him, but Cen Jingming seemed to have no idea at this juncture.

"What did you take?"

Fu Qianshu followed his gaze to look at the drink in his hand.

Cen Jingming saw the trademark on it clearly, and asked, "Why don't you drink it, don't you like it?" He said, trying to unscrew it for him.

Of course Fu Qianshu wasn't a picky eater, nor was he so weak that he couldn't unscrew the lid, so he blocked it reflexively and said, "No, no, let me do it!"

He clasped his fingers together, put them on his lips, closed his eyes and muttered something for a few seconds.

"What are you going to do?" Cen Jingming said with a smile.

"Hahahahaha, I knew it!" Fu Qianshu happily unscrewed the bottle cap, glanced at it, and showed him, "'Yes'!"

Only then did Cen Jingming notice the large characters on the beverage packaging: Can you get rich overnight?Open the cover and reveal!

"Can and can't just have a random probability of 50%." He thought Fu Qianshu was really cute, "Are you so superstitious?"

Fu Qianshu raised his index finger and hissed in front of his mouth, and retorted: "Silly, you are startled, the probability of getting 'can' is definitely different from 'can't', this is the proof of Ouqi, the choice of Steins;Gate !"

"From a business point of view, in order to please customers, there must be more covers of 'can' than 'can't', so it's not surprising." Cen Jingming turned the round.

Fu Qianshu opened his mouth half-open in surprise, his eyelashes trembling.It seems—it is indeed so.

"I was wrong." Cen Jingming took the initiative to give in, raised his hands in surrender, and laughed again, "You want to get rich that much? Then, if you have money, what will you do?"

Fu Qianshu said without hesitation: "Give half to my parents, and they can use it as they like. Anyway, I can earn money when I go out to society in the future."

Cen Jingming looked at him intently and smiled: "Yes."

"I'll open a studio for you halfway," Fu Qianshu's voice lowered, and his eyes flicked wildly. "You can paint or design, you can be free, and you don't need to look at people."

Cen Jingming was stunned, and Fu Qianshu plucked up the courage to look directly at him for a while, then heaved a long sigh, and then decided to lean over and hug Cen Jingming's shoulders, resting his face on the hard bone, and immediately let go, stood up.

He couldn't help it at all, and couldn't interpret this behavior in detail later, so he said in a panic: "Then I'll go first, see you on Monday!"

Then he rushed out like a whirlwind.

Really... Cen Jingming also felt very embarrassed amidst the girls' booing one after another.

The phone rang.

An unfamiliar number?Information leakage is too serious.Cen Jingming thought of the inexplicable harassing phone call before, and directly refused to answer it.

But he called tirelessly.

"Hey?"

"Cen, Cen Jingming—"

He was stunned, his feet were firmly nailed in place, as if he couldn't move.

The woman over there was still sobbing: "Help me, please help me, I can't go on anymore, Mr. Qian, he... he—"

"Where are you?" He asked, trying to calm himself down.

He remembered not long ago, a certain chaotic night, struggling in the creepy scene before dawn.

Standing in a closed room, I raised my head and saw that even the only window was nailed to death by uneven boards, 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.

——It was a dream he had been repeating over and over for several years.

Nor is it a dream.