month by month

"...You two are really good at it, and you are not far behind even if you get sick." Since Xiong Beike knew that Song Qingxu also had a cold, his eyes on them began to become meaningful.

Song Qingxu, who was self-inflicted, didn't say a word, and hugged Fu Yuan tightly in a desolate manner. The two cherished each other and decided to speak out together.

Xiong Beike, whose girlfriend was not around, had a bit of pain in his eyes. He skillfully took out his mobile phone and talked with his girlfriend on the phone to complain, and then he never stepped out of the door of the hotel room for a whole day. Eating in front of the two patients was extremely enjoyable.

The tempting aroma of garlic and spicy crayfish successfully aroused Fu Yuan's glutton almost the moment he opened the lid. His eyes drifted over the takeaway intentionally or unintentionally, and he secretly advised himself not to go there. look.

Song Qingxu and Fu Yuan ate several light meals together, and their stomachs were even more empty. After watching Xiong Beike eat a self-heating hot pot at noon, they finally lost in front of the garlic and spicy crayfish: ". ...Xiong Beike, you'd better pray that you don't give me a chance to fight back during the four years of college."

Xiong Beike smiled proudly "hehehe", and expressed his unabashed praise for the lethality of the crayfish: "Spicy garlic crayfish is really wonderful! It will be the king's delicacy in my heart from now on hahahaha!"

On the other hand, the air pressure of the two people was slightly lower, revealing a desolate taste of the same degenerate people in the world.

Fu Yuan stared out of his body at the tasteless-looking dumplings in the take-out box, feeling quite uncomfortable, silently thinking that a light regimen is good for the body, and resentfully picked up the dumplings one by one and ate them.

If it wasn't for Xiong Beike's delicious stimulation, it wouldn't be too sad for the two of them to eat light food together for a few days, but in such a comparison, the dumplings are almost harder to swallow than meatballs.

Xiong Beike seemed to have seen the tears in their hearts, and felt deeply that after being stuffed with dog food, he finally regained his victory, which is wonderful.

"You guys are just poor in physique. If you are as strong as my brother, you won't get sick and catch a cold so easily."

Song Qingxu glanced at Xiong Beike who was making sarcastic remarks, and said "hehe", "Is fat enough to be considered strong?"

Xiong Beike, who was eating and drinking, suddenly choked and coughed frantically for a long time: "..."

So why are they hurting each other?

"Baby, do we want to run at night together next semester?" Song Qingxu simply combed Fu Yuan's soft hair up with his hands, and discussed with him with a smile: "It's just that we can still exercise Body."

"When is the night run? Are you running at S or I am running at N? Isn't our dormitory locked at night?" Fu Yuan tried his best to swallow the last sauerkraut dumpling, vaguely Ask questions like a cannonball.

Song Qingxu tilted his head and pondered for a while, then he had a flash of inspiration: "I won't say the specific time, but it will definitely not be too late. We still run in the playground of our school, and there are many people running every night."

"The most important thing is," his eyes lit up, "we can connect with each other while running, monitor each other, and chat!"

"Chatting while running?" Fu Yuan carefully observed Song Qingxu's micro-expressions suspiciously, trying to see any clues to prove that his intention was to chat rather than run.

However, after watching for a long time, he still only saw the silly sunflower-like smile on his boyfriend's face.

"Okay." Fu Yuan softened his heart and agreed.

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Qingxu became happy as he wished, and the dinner in his hand didn't seem so bad.

Xiong Beike stared dumbfounded at the word "Night Run" who single-handedly shattered the dull and sad atmosphere brought by garlic and spicy crayfish, and was greatly hurt: "You...you! Shame on dog abuse !"

What answered him was Song Qingxu's proud and embarrassing expression.

Xiong Beike was unwilling to end this round of fighting like this, but he was afraid that he would hurt the enemy one thousand and himself eight hundred, so he sighed artificially, changed the topic, and changed the topic abruptly: "When are you going on winter vacation? "

This question was obviously addressed to Fu Yuan, he thought about it, and gave an approximate date: "Is it the middle of this month?"

"We still have two exams to take, and the last one is on the 14th. You can leave after the exam. I remember that you seem to have released it a little earlier than us?"

When Xiong Beike mentioned this, his face suddenly brightened, and he said happily: "That's right, our last exam is on the 9th, and after the exam, we can ask for leave with the counselor and go home for the winter vacation hahahahahahaha!"

Speaking of going home for the winter vacation, Xiong Beike laughed so hard that his flowers trembled, so unhappy.

"But the time for me to go back will be much later." Song Qingxu pursed his lips, and said with the intention of begging for attention.

Fu Yuan looked at him in surprise: "Is there something to stay in school?"

"Well. I signed up for an off-campus design class, and I have to stay in N City until the beginning of February before returning home. There is also the school's training for the British competition, and there is an exchange meeting to be held at the end of January."

"Thanks for your hard work." Fu Yuan grabbed Song Qingxu's left arm, and said with a smile: "Our department requires you to take the materials home and do it yourself. If you pay, you will be rewarded. I like how serious you are, that Anyway, you are the most attractive when you are serious."

Song Qingxu couldn't hold it back, and laughed out loud: "Praise me for saying good things? When did I seriously do anything in front of you?"

"Hey, no matter what, why go so deep into it."

It's not embarrassing at all for Fu Yuan to be exposed, "As your boyfriend, shouldn't I praise you more? Why don't I do this job of cheering for you."

Bei Keru, a temporarily single bear who was neglected again, was hit violently and closed his eyes in pain, never wanting to see the two of them tired and crooked.

So, without his girlfriend by his side, he gave up on himself and uttered the oppressed voice of resistance: "...the choice I made to stay in the hotel today is the biggest mistake I have made in my 18 years of life." mistake."

"You two patients don't need anyone to take care of you at all, and it's me who deserves more sympathy."

Seeing him deflated, Song Qingxu sympathized with him sincerely for a second, and was too embarrassed to hit Xiong Beike again. After all, Fu Yuan was able to come to Qishan Jiuzhai with him this time, and Xiong Beike had an indelible contribution.

"Okay, okay, go back and treat you and your partner to a big meal. You can choose the place. You know which one is delicious."

Xiong Beike pondered, there seemed to be something connoted in these words, and it didn't seem like pure comfort and compensation.But if someone is willing to be slaughtered, he is naturally happy to see it happen.

"I'll pick the restaurant, it's definitely high quality and cheap, you can rest assured about that!"

I don’t know whether it’s the easy-to-get feast in front of us, or whether Xiong Beike has already developed antibodies to their dog abuse and is close to immunity. In the last few days of sketching, Xiong Beike has been able to turn a blind eye to some of their behaviors.

Fortunately, Song Qingxu and Fu Yuan's physiques were not really as weak as Xiong Beike disliked. The bad symptoms were relieved by most of the second night, and they were still alive and well when they woke up on the third day.

Almost a week of sketching activities ended, and when I went back, the harvest was as heavy as the luggage.

Although Song Qingxu missed a demonstration class for a day because of a cold, he has to say that sketching landscapes can indeed strengthen the control of hue, but if he can not only look at the model paintings but also paint by himself, maybe he can get twice the result with half the effort.

On the return journey, Song Qingxu still suffered from severe motion sickness, and fell asleep all the way.

Finally, when the train pulled into the station, Fu Yuan was dragging two large suitcases and a bulging backpack on his back. If Xiong Beike hadn't volunteered to take Song Qingxu's painting bag very considerately, the things he needed to carry would be There is one more thing.

Even so, when Fu Yuan got out of the car with things big and small, he still couldn't help admiring his own strength.

Song Qingxu followed behind with his hands on his forehead. If he was not still at the station, he would have fainted on the spot.

Fu Yuan walked ahead and carried all the luggage to the bus stop sign at the entrance of the station, and finally took a rest for a while.

He was half leaning on the luggage trolley, his cheeks flushed and a little out of breath, waiting to take a taxi back to school.

"It's hard work for my baby."

Song Qingxu has been suppressing the urge to retch, trying to calm down the discomfort in his stomach.Seeing her boyfriend sweating profusely, she feels distressed and guilty: "You have to carry so much luggage by yourself."

"I'm your boyfriend, so it's hard for me to do such a little thing?"

Fu Yuan winked at him, and smiled a pair of cute dimples, which made Song Qingxu's heart sink again.

Before he could speak, he was suddenly bumped by a little girl who jumped out. The force was not heavy, but Song Qingxu, who was already a little light, staggered.

Both of them were taken aback. The little girl who bumped into him was holding a candied haws in her hand, and almost flew out because of the collision just now.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

The little girl tilted her head to look at Song Qingxu, and felt that the big brother seemed very weak, but she didn't feel any pain. Could it be that the big brother was hit too hard?

She felt guilty immediately. My mother said that if you make a mistake, you should say sorry in time and then don't do it again, but if it is serious, just saying sorry is not enough.

She reluctantly looked at the candied haws in her hand that she hadn't had time to eat, and handed the candied haws out with a bit of distress: "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. If I give you my candied haws, please forgive me, okay?"

Song Qingxu waved his hand amusedly, how could he really want something from a child, and the child was still a child after all, so it didn't hurt too much.

Fu Yuan witnessed this scene, dragged his suitcase and walked back a little bit, stood in front of them, comforted the anxious little girl and said: "This big brother is fine, remember to walk slower next time and don't run anymore , not safe."

Hearing this, the little girl withdrew her outstretched hand, rolled her big eyes, looked at the suitcase Fu Yuan was dragging, and asked in a crisp voice: "Big brother, are you still dragging this big brother's suitcase?" ah?"

"Yes."

Fu Yuan smiled, a little wanting to touch the little girl's mushroom head, but finally held back: "This big brother feels a little uncomfortable, let me hold it for him."

The little girl nodded with a half understanding, obviously a familiar temperament.

She suddenly heard her mother calling herself, and looked back at her mother who was beckoning to her, and had to give up the idea of ​​continuing to chat.

She looks mature, but her eyes are full of innocence: "Then big brother must take good care of big brother."

After finishing speaking, the little girl waved at them and started to take steps: "Bye, big brother!"

"A familiar little girl."

Fu Yuan looked at the back of the little girl running away and rolled his eyes with a smile. He didn't know if it was because he had no brothers or sisters, and he especially liked children.

Fu Yuan turned to Song Qingxu and joked, "Then big brother, I have to take good care of you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Song Qingxu also bent the corners of his lips: "Big Brother has already taken care of Big Brother very well."

His boyfriend is a rare treasure. Fortunately, he was decisive enough to hold him firmly when the relationship was just budding, and he will not be able to hold him in the palm of his hand and pamper him in the future.

"..."

"It won't be long before the winter vacation, and we won't see each other for a long time." After Song Qingxu finished speaking in a low voice, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Strange to say, since he was a child, he has never been a family-minded person. This is the first time that Song Qingxu has such a strong attachment to a person, and he really fell here.

Seeing that his boyfriend's already bad mental state due to motion sickness was dropping again at a speed visible to the naked eye, Fu Yuan hurriedly answered the call and comforted him: "Video! Why don't you just turn on the video, or make a few more phone calls. "

"Wow."

A taxi driver who had been waiting here to solicit passengers came to greet him. While loading the luggage into the car, Song Qingxu muttered almost inaudibly, and pouted in frustration: "You can see it but you can't touch it. Not even a hug."

Fu Yuan reluctantly pulled him into the car and gave the driver his address.

"Do you remember that in "The Little Prince"... the fox once said such a passage?" Song Qingxu asked him with his head tilted.

"Well, what's the word?"

Song Qingxu stared at the back of the cushion in the passenger seat, and said slowly: "If you say you will come at four o'clock in the afternoon, I will start to feel very happy from three o'clock in the afternoon. The closer the time is, the more I will come feel happier."

He lowered his voice, gripped the hem of his down jacket tightly, and pulled out a long fold.

"What should I do? I haven't separated yet. I'm already feeling sad and missing you."

Fu Yuan was dumbfounded.

"We will have a long time together in the future, and there will be many days and nights in the future..."

Song Qingxu shook his head and interrupted him: "But every day is still one day less. I don't want to waste a day."

"Baby," he looked directly into Fu Yuan's eyes, his eyes were calm and firm: "I will spread everything out when I get home during the Chinese New Year, and I want to be with you next year during the Chinese New Year."

Fu Yuan was really shocked and speechless.

Song Qing Xu Yuan was bolder than he thought.

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