Senior, follow me

About a week later, the gauze on Yan Zicheng's head was finally removed. Although his injury was not serious this time, it still affected the vision of his left eye.Yan Zicheng walked around the hotel with squinted eyes, and finally went to the optical shop to get a pair of glasses.

The elegant glasses with slender frames matched Yan Zicheng's bookishness very well, making him look even more handsome.

For more than a week, Fang Qiao's cell phone had been bombarded frequently by her mother, and she felt so empty. Seeing that Yan Zicheng had almost recovered, she quickly dragged her and fled back to Chengdu.

As soon as they got off the plane, Fang Qiao's mother called at the right time.

"Oh, I just finished class. What's the matter?" Fang Qiao carried Yan Zicheng's luggage in one hand and the phone in the other, and stood in the airport hall talking nonsense to his mother with her eyes open.

Fang Qiao's mother was fine, she just had an intuitive feeling that something was wrong with Fang Qiao, so when she had something to do, she liked to call and chat with him, hoping that Fang Qiao would show something.

"I'm fine, I don't need anything, everything is normal." Fang Qiao wiped off the cold sweat, lying and trembling.

"That's good. Mom made some pickles recently, and I'll send them to you later..."

"Fang Qiao, I'm fine, let's go?" Yan Zicheng just came out of the bathroom, without knowing the situation, he greeted Fang Qiao directly.

Fang Qiao wailed in her heart, but it was too late, Yan Zicheng's voice had already been transmitted to the other end of the phone along the current.Fang Qiao's mother paused, and then asked energetically, "Hey, Fang Qiao, is this your classmate?"

Fang Qiao knew what type of mother she was. She was a typical middle-aged woman with an empty life. She was extremely curious about all unfamiliar things, so when calling her, Fang Qiao would always pick a place where no one was around. , to prevent my mother from glancing at innocent people.

Therefore, Fang Qiao's mother had made so many phone calls to her son, and this was the first time she heard other people's movements, and she immediately became excited, dragging Fang Qiao and asking non-stop, "Hey, is it your friend? Do you have a good relationship?..."

Fang Qiao sighed, and glanced at Yan Zicheng, "Well, he is my senior, two grades older than me."

"It's older than you, it must be very powerful, Fang Qiao, you have to be polite, let people take you more, it will be good for you in the future..." Fang Qiao's mother rambled.

Fang Qiao answered vaguely, thinking in his heart that Yan Zicheng had brought a lot, and they all brought them to bed in one go... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile at Yan Zicheng.

His smile was as sunny and handsome as ever, with a hint of ridicule.Yan Zicheng was stunned, his heart thumped twice, and for the first time he was blushed by a simple smile.

Although people say that sex is because of love, sex is only a part of love and cannot be equated with love.But Yan Zicheng had to admit that sleeping with Fang Qiao had successfully sublimated the relationship between the two.If Yan Zicheng was still looking at Fang Qiao with the eyes of a kid before, then now, he is looking at him with the eyes of a man.

The vision changes, and the feelings naturally change.Yan Zicheng began to pay attention to the small details, began to pay attention to Fang Qiao's every move, every frown and smile, and soon discovered the special charm of Fang Qiao, like the sun, warm and not burning, but it is everywhere, making people feel Inadvertently indulge in it.

Fang Qiao talked on the phone for a long time, at least she got her mother fooled, and then hung up the phone.

Fang Qiao's mother is actually quite vulgar, she likes to gossip, she doesn't have high taste, she likes to take advantage of small things... But she is very real and simple. Fang Qiao.Yan Zicheng listened to Fang Qiao's gags on the phone, laughing and cursing, and suddenly felt a little envious.His mother also loves him, but maybe it is because she is concerned about his body, so she always lives carefully and meticulously. After a short life, she has never lived according to her own temperament...

"Your mother is fine." Yan Zicheng looked at Fang Qiao and said softly.

Fang Qiao was stunned for a moment, thanked her, and the two walked to the airport exit together.After walking two steps, Fang Qiao suddenly moved closer, quietly took Yan Zicheng's hand, and smiled.

There were people coming and going in the airport, they were very close to each other, and they were covered by winter coats, so no one noticed the strangeness of the two of them for a while.Yan Zicheng glanced at Fang Qiao, said nothing, turned his palms and interlocked his fingers.

When they left Beijing, the first snow of winter was falling there, and it was icy cold to the bones, just like the memory left by that city to Yan Zicheng, both cold and desolate.

When they returned to Chengdu, it was the first rain of winter, and it was gentle and silent, just like the future that this city was about to bring to Fang Qiao and Yan Zicheng, both lingering and tossing.

Yan Zicheng stretched out his hand from the umbrella, and the raindrops hit his hand, leaving wet marks.This trip back and forth, he lost his home in Beijing, but gained a lover by his side.However, how far can this young and immature love go in life?

The right hand that was soaked in rain was cold, but the left hand held by Fang Qiao was warm. It was like a distant and vague future. There were two completely different forks in the road, and they still had to figure out where they were going.

"Senior, don't stretch your hands out, it's so cold in winter..." He was thinking, Fang Qiao suddenly pulled his wrist back, held it in his own hand to warm it, and his frozen fingertips received The hot air gradually regained consciousness, and the warmth rose from the palms. After a while, the temperature of the left and right hands was almost the same.

Yan Zicheng looked down, and suddenly felt that he was thinking too much, indecisive like a woman, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?Might as well enjoy the moment.

"Let's go, go back to school, sell the holiday, you can still catch up with the afternoon class."

"Senior, you actually know my class schedule! So you care so much about me—"

"Your phone automatically reminded me, I happened to see it."

"..."

As soon as he returned to school, Yan Zicheng fell into endless homework and work, and couldn't care about Shang Qiao for a while.

This is the case with asking for leave. How happy you are when you are having fun, how painful it is afterwards.During the nearly half month in Beijing, all the class hours and homework owed had to be made up one by one, all piled up together, like a reminder, directly killing Yan Zicheng's last month.

When he finally took care of the messy things, it was January, and the end of the semester was not far away.

The final exam of the Academy of Film and Television Arts is quite abnormal. The third year is the same as the senior year. They adopt a professional cooperation method. The three majors of the Department of Directing, the Department of Writing, and the Department of Performance are the main three majors, supplemented by minor majors such as make-up, lighting, and design. Arrange a serious stage play, perform it in the whole school for three days, get graded by professional teachers, and finally give out the grades one by one, and implement them on everyone's head.

In college, homework that requires cooperation is the most exhausting, let alone such a big homework with a hundred or so people.When Yan Zicheng received the homework request, he felt a pain in his head, and he and Yang Ze were speechless, wishing to strangle the teacher who assigned the homework to death.

Yang Ze is the leader of the director department, and Yan Zicheng is the pillar of the editorial department. Neither of them can escape this matter.

"It's not easy to get a graduation certificate..." Yang Ze flicked the homework requirements full of words, and said with emotion: "When I was in high school, I heard that the university was very happy, and I just passed it , it's all a fucking lie!"

"This is divided into people. Didn't some people just pass by after fooling around?" Yan Zicheng smiled, and while sketching on the paper to assign people, he replied casually.

This is a big truth, this kind of thing really divides people, some people work hard for the homework, and some people don't care and just hold their thighs temporarily.If you don't care about the score in the comprehensive test, you can easily pass the university. Both 60 and 90 are passing. Anyway, you can graduate in the end, and the diplomas you get all look the same.

Of course, neither Yan Zicheng nor Yang Ze is such a muddleheaded person, and they are all interested in learning things. If they really spend three years in a muddleheaded manner and fail to achieve any results in the end, let alone others, even They despise themselves.So Yang Ze complained and sighed for a long time, and finally moved the stool obediently and came over to help.

Yan Zicheng's table was small, and the place was also small, and the two of them were tightly squeezed together, so they could only lean their bodies against their heads, in an intimate manner, burying their heads in sketching on the white paper.

This is what Fang Qiao saw when he opened the door.He subconsciously paused, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Like this kind of emotion, originally accompanied by endless possessive desire, it will make people irrational and lack of judgment, just want to keep that person in their own territory, and refuse to give in at all.

This is the case at the moment, although Fang Qiao is clear in his heart, Yang Ze is a straight man with a girlfriend, and it is impossible to develop any relationship with Yan Zicheng, but after all, it is the "dream lover" that Yan Zicheng has had a crush on for four or five years ah!There is a saying that is good, what you can't get is the best.And the "best" that Yan Zicheng couldn't get, just dangled under his nose all day long, lived in the same room with him, fell asleep clinically, and stayed close to each other... Could it be that Yan Zicheng could feel the slightest feeling in his heart? No?

The more Fang Qiao thought about it, the more awkward he felt.If possible, Fang Qiao really wanted Yan Zicheng to move to his own dormitory, far away from Yang Ze, so he could feel at ease.It's a pity that it can't, the age difference of two years is stuck there, the gap between junior and freshman is stuck there, and there is always a distance of more than half of the school between Yan Zicheng and him.

Yan Zicheng heard the movement and looked over, and reached out to say hello to Fang Qiao.His mind was full of the complicated personnel distribution plan, so he didn't tell Fang Qiao more, just lowered his head and continued to mutter with Yang Ze.

Fang Qiao felt sour in his heart, so he simply moved a stool and stuck his butt between the two of them, and had a discussion with them.Yan Zicheng glanced at him strangely, but didn't care much, and let him go.

While Fang Qiao struggled to study those stage play arrangements that were like heavenly scriptures to him, he spurned his narrow-mindedness in his heart: Before he was with Yan Zicheng, he didn't care so much about Yang Ze. Overwhelming, pantothenic acid at every turn?

But he doesn't know that feelings are like this, when they can't get it and after they get it, their mentality is completely different.One is easy to be satisfied, the other is never satisfied; one is very active in thinking, and the other is easy to be short-sighted; , I want that person's eyes to only see me, I want that person's heart to only think about me...

If you want to get more and more likes from that person, you will never be satisfied.

The author has something to say: the next preview:

Fang Qiao actually didn't want to be stingy and always jealous, but seeing Yan Zicheng and Yang Ze's intimacy made him feel uncomfortable.

I got on the thief ship by mistake, Fang Qiao is going to act in a stage play?

Next chapter: Senior, jealous.