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Fu Yuan was awakened abruptly.

Seeing him slowly opening his eyes, Song Qingxu couldn't help coughing a few times, silently withdrew his evil fingers, and tried to divert his attention solemnly: "It's here."

Fu Yuan didn't plan to just let it go, and leaned on Song Qingxu's arms to bully him: "What were you doing just now, boyfriend?"

Song Qingxu laughed a few times with a very guilty conscience, and reached out to hug him: "You have been laughing while sleeping, I took a closer look and found that you have a small pear dimple! You are so cute!"

So I quietly poked it with my hand, and poked it again... It was so fun.

"...Your boyfriend is too unqualified, and now I know that I have a dimple." Fu Yuan knocked off his hand that was about to poke Li dimple again, and moved back to his seat.

He pulled the blanket off Song Qingxu's body, folded it squarely, rolled it up again, and stuffed it back into his bag.

He supported his arms to watch Fu Yuan tidy up, happily enjoying the life of having a boyfriend doting on him.

The two dragged their suitcases and squeezed out of the car slowly with the big team.

At noon, the school only left two hours for everyone to solve the problem of lunch. After the break, they gathered directly at the gate of the bus station, and transferred to the bus in the afternoon to continue to the destination.

Song Qingxu was still a little dizzy, but he didn't know if it was the dual effects of the motion sickness medicine and the motion sickness stickers, or because he just fell asleep, but he wasn't as dizzy as before when he was in a car.

But the bus in the afternoon will definitely be dizzy.

The two first took a taxi directly to the bus station before thinking about having lunch.

It was inconvenient to move around with a suitcase and a backpack on their backs, so they didn't walk too far. They found a small restaurant around the station and sat down.

If it wasn't for the fear of getting hungry while riding in the car, Song Qingxu almost wanted to make two bowls of instant noodles to make do with it.

"When you get back to the car, you can't eat enough, and the motion sickness reaction will be more serious; if you eat less and get hungry halfway, you can't eat snacks, and you can't eat the smelly ones. I don't know when the service station will arrive. faint………"

Fu Yuan listened to his pitiful complaint with amused expression, feeling a little distressed.

"It's fine to pass today, go to the hotel to rest and relax at night."

While talking, two sets of Orleans chicken omelet rice were served, and a small box of iced black tea was also given to each.

Song Qingxu's eyes finally brightened a little, and Fu Yuan unpacked a cutlery bag and handed it over: "It's easier to eat with a spoon."

Fu Yuan imitated him by digging a spoonful from one end of the omelet rice, and then the egg skin was scooped out along with the sauced rice inside, as well as ham slices and corn kernels, which smelled delicious.

"There is an omurice restaurant outside the east gate of N University. I have eaten it once, and it's not bad." Song Qingxu chewed it a few mouthfuls, and commented pertinently: "The taste is not bad."

Fu Yuan has always been not too picky about food, as long as it is not too bad or too clear and watery, it is fine, but the taste should be a little bit stronger.

But he could see that the fundamental purpose of Song Qingxu's coming to eat omelet rice was the Orleans chicken served with omelet rice, not any rice.

His boyfriend doesn't like anything spicy or meaty when he eats.Fu Yuan thought about it, and put an emphasis on the item "like to eat meat" in his heart.

The omelet rice was spicy, and after a meal, both of them drank up a box of small iced black tea.

Song Qingxu groaned half satisfied and half sad: "I didn't notice that I was full, and I was a little full after drinking drinks. I will finish it when I get in the car."

"Sweet troubles."

Fu Yuan looked at him with a smile, leaned on the chair with Song Qingxu for a while, pulled him up when the time was almost up, and rubbed Song Qingxu's stomach.

It's also soft to the touch through the coat.

Song Qingxu pinched the hand that had obviously been planned for a long time, and gently patted it with both hands.

During the roll call, Song Qingxu deliberately ignored Xiong Beike's resentful and sour eyes, and concentrated on looking at the station entrance sign behind him.

That place, every time he enters and exits, he can take away his sanity...

"In just three hours, the station can return you a delirious boyfriend."

Song Qingxu took Fu Yuan's hand and dangled it, making a final struggle: "At that time, I will lose a certain amount of self-care ability."

"It's all right, my boyfriend is here, I'm not dizzy, I will take good care of you." Fu Yuan comforted me tirelessly.

Xiong Beike was standing not far from them. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Qingxu leaning on Fu Yuan's body with limp feet, shaking silently, trying to shake off the goosebumps all over his body.

The subject is here!

The bus bumped all the way, Song Qingxu was really dizzy, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, it was terribly uncomfortable.

Xiong Beike was sitting in the front row of the two of them this time, and he heard so many words from Song Qingxu's boyfriend, "Is it better?", "Come and drink some hot water", "Let me lean on you for a while" Will it?" and so on and so on and so on.

Sentences drifted leisurely and intermittently, and Xiong Bei Ke was unlovable.

Well, it's great to have someone to accompany, anyway, Xiong Beike can't wait for his ears to be deaf.

Keeping it is just hurting yourself.

When the car pulled into the station, Song Qingxu collapsed for a while, and almost fell down on the spot.

However, in order not to add unnecessary burden to his boyfriend, he still insisted on pulling the suitcase and standing on the ground, barely staggering.

Half of his life was lost in a car ride.

It was already past six o'clock when the bus pulled into the station, and the sky was already dark.

In the evening, the school did not arrange any activities, but asked everyone to take the bus to the hotel to rest and settle down.

The school contacted the booked hotel and told them whether it was big or small. They didn’t set up a magnificent hotel for the students to enjoy, nor did they say how much they would save by booking a youth hostel. After all, the students paid per person. .

Speaking of the money, when Xiong Beike signed up, because he was signing up for his girlfriend, he paid the activity fee as well, but in the end the spot fell to Fu Yuan.

Of course Song Qingxu would not pretend to be stupid about the money because he didn't mention it, and transferred Fu Yuan's share of the money to Xiong Beike before he came to sketch.

Originally, Xiong Beike was a little embarrassed to ask for it, but Song Qingxu didn't bother to push back and forth with him, so he simply put the money on his meal card - just enter the student number to refill the money, Xiong Beike didn't hold back.

After all, brothers have to settle accounts clearly. There is no money dispute between friends, which can avoid many unnecessary conflicts.

Fu Yuan took the room card at Xiong Bei Ke Na and took a step ahead, put the two people's luggage in the room, and then went to help Song Qingxu bring the painting utensils that were transported in a unified way.

When Xiong Beike heard him ask where to find the painting tools, he directly waved his hand and said that Song Qingxu had brought a painting bag, which was quite light, and he would bring it with him when he returned to the room, so there was no need for Fu Yuan to make a trip. , they just need to be responsible for opening the door.

"........."

Song Qingxu was half lying on the bed dying, his head was dizzy, but his brain was still there. After a short rest, he and Fu Yuan packed up the suitcase, took out some daily necessities, and took the clothes to wash take a shower.

After washing up earlier, I can go to bed earlier. Although Song Qingxu is dizzy, he is still very positive about this.

The steaming heat during the bath not only did not soothe the dizzy head, but made Song Qingxu feel even more dizzy.

He hurriedly washed and changed into pajamas and left the bathroom, fearing that he would pass out in the bathroom if he stayed for a minute longer.He moved a few steps to the table and took a few sips of cool water, only to feel the heat drop a little bit.

Fu Yuan followed him closely and was about to go to the bathroom. When he went in, he looked at Song Qingxu several times uneasy, until he leaned against the head of the bed and made an "OK" gesture before closing the door with peace of mind.

When Xiong Beike returned to his room, Fu Yuan got out of bed and opened the door.

When he went in and took a look, good guy, the couple had already washed up and went to bed and stayed, only he was left alone without a partner, and he came late in the cold wind outdoors.

I'm so mad at myself, this fake single bear.

Song Qingxu closed his eyes and lay down quietly beside Fu Yuan, he couldn't even find the strength to speak, and all his energy was spent on sensing his headache.

The more I read it, the more I got a headache, but when I started to think about other problems, I used my brain, and my head hurt even more.

Either way it hurts.

The car sickness reaction had been severe before, but this time the time of the car trip doubled, and he ate too much lunch on the way, which made him as fragile as a porcelain doll, which would shatter at the touch of a finger.

However, there may also be the addition of Fu Yuan who dotes on his boyfriend, which makes him more hypocritical.

Song Qingxu is so self-reflective.

Fu Yuan actually brought a few books to pass the time, but now his boyfriend is suffering and urgently needs to rest. He was worried that the loud sound of flipping books would disturb him, so he kept poking with his mobile phone.

After all, motion sickness is not a disease that needs to be taken care of. Getting off the car and taking a good rest is the best medicine.After taking a bath, the two of them unpacked a bag of soft bread and ate it together with the simplest boiled water that had just cooled down. Now they are neither hungry nor thirsty.

Xiong Beike came back after dinner. After finishing packing and washing, he immediately got into the quilt of the small bed and started chatting and sending messages with his girlfriend.

Song Qingxu was unwell, and Xiong Beike was extremely tired after a day, so they both closed their eyes early and went to sleep.Fu Yuan looked left and right, and finally turned off the headlights and left a dim night light, and also turned off his phone and went to sleep.

Fortunately, none of the three of them would snore, grind their teeth, or even sleepwalk during sleep, so they all slept peacefully until dawn.

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Song Qingxu was the earliest sleeper last night, and woke up naturally at six in the morning, her head no longer hurting, so she hugged Fu Yuan who was still asleep, and had a happy sleep.

After Fu Yuan woke up, he first heard chirping and intermittent birdsong, and then opened his eyes to see the enlarged handsome face of his boyfriend.

He stared at this face carefully for a moment, and found that Song Qingxu's eyelashes were actually quite long, with a little brown color, and they moved unconsciously like a small fan with a shallow width.

I kind of want to compare whose eyelashes are longer.

When Fu Yuan woke up, it was only seven o'clock, and he still had plenty of time, so he quietly left Song Qingxu's embrace, slipped out of bed and changed his clothes, then walked lightly, and leisurely walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Later Song Qingxu inexplicably felt strangely empty in his arms, opened his eyes and saw that his boyfriend had disappeared.After listening for a long time, he could tell from the sound of running water in the bathroom that Fu Yuan got up to take a shower.

Song Qingxu lay on the bed and got dressed and then got out of bed, went to the bathroom and said good morning to her boyfriend while washing up.

At 07:30, the two of them had packed up their bags and set off to buy breakfast. Xiong Beike's alarm clock rang several times, but he still lay on the bed and refused to wake up.

He even had another dream in a daze, dreaming that he had already put on his clothes, packed his luggage and was ready to go, but when he opened his eyes, the world was still as annoying as before.

Getting up is bitter, and getting up in winter is even more bitter.

His quilt has magical powers, it bound Xiong Beike inside.

Seeing that Xiong Beike finally woke up slowly, tossing and turning on the bed in countless postures trying to get up but still lying firmly on the bed, Song Qingxu couldn't stand it any longer, borrowed strength from his roommate, and pulled him up in one go stand up.

Song Qingxu inexplicably felt like a male mother.

………What a creepy metaphor.

He hurriedly got rid of this unbelievable thought, said hello to Xiong Beike, took the elevator downstairs with Fu Yuan, went downstairs to the breakfast shop to have breakfast, and brought Xiong Beike some steamed buns with soy milk and fried dough sticks.

There were not too many people sitting in the breakfast shop, most of them just packed their breakfast to take away, only some customers sat down to drink a bowl of hot soy milk.

Song Qingxu sat down and looked around, and saw many familiar faces, all students of N University.

On a table next to it, the four girls kept getting together and talking non-stop.

"I heard that this temple is really good for seeking marriage. Even the photos of the marriage tree found on the Internet are beautiful...the tree is also very big. Take some time to see it today?"