I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Although the metaphysics in Qi Shu's mouth is always mixed with all kinds of common sense of life, legal knowledge and academic terms, it really works.

He Heng held the An Amulet seriously for 2 minutes and felt that he was in a very peaceful state of mind.

Qi Shu couldn't bear to mislead him: "It has nothing to do with the diffusion, it's mainly about the peace talisman and yourself."

He Heng respects science very much: "But the theory of molecular motion is correct, and the material world is composed of molecules."

Qi Shu: "..."

Metaphysics can certainly be explained by science to a certain extent, but a yellow, yellow and red paper triangle on the head is really detrimental to the image.

Qi Shu took off the peace charm on his head: "Okay, the diffusion is over, just put it in your pocket."

Just because of his mother's divorce from He Guangjie, Qi Shu gave him at least seven or eight peace charms these days.He couldn't tell which one was valid and which one was expired, so he saved them all together, and just happened to show them all together at this moment.

"Generally, it can be used for a month after opening, but the effect will definitely weaken day by day."

Qi Shu glanced roughly, "It's still usable, you can pile it up at home, it happens that Auntie is usually at home. I will draw two more pictures for you when I go back to school."

The identity change of the little roommate is not in place.

He Heng pointed to the bulging red envelope in the pocket of his hoodie, with a corner showing. He was very sad: "My boyfriend has already changed the red envelope, but he is still calling you auntie."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu had already eased over the initial nervousness and embarrassment, but after he made such a fuss, he couldn't help but started to feel hot again.

...but it really should be changed.

He had thought that it would be a very difficult and protracted battle, and he had even made mental preparations—after all, what mother could easily accept that her son was gay?

But from the moment he entered the door, He Heng's mother's attitude was unbelievably peaceful.Not overly enthusiastic, but every move is an expression of welcome and acceptance.

Even gave red envelopes.

Holding the corner of the red envelope, Qi Shu mentally typed it several times before agreeing as naturally as possible: "I know...I mean, mom is usually at home, so it should be useful."

The little roommate is very obedient at this time.

Also very easy to bully.

He Heng spurned himself in his heart, put away these few effective peace charms, looked at his boyfriend who was about to become a self-heating hot pot, and changed the subject with a rare conscience: "Let me go Is it okay? Will it be lost if it is passed to our mother's house?"

It's not water and electricity, where does the loss come from.

Qi Shu explained to him very seriously: "No, the range of effect of the peace talisman is radiated over a large area, as long as it is placed in the room, the effect will be the same."

A high school student who hides talisman papers in his room is easy to think of social news like "Because of academic failure, he superstitiously prays to God and worships Buddha".

Just in case, He Heng carefully put these peace talismans into several books, put them in the middle of the bookcase and hid them, then stepped back and observed for a long time: "It's not obvious, is it?"

"That's a piece of paper."

Qi Shu didn't quite understand his cautiousness, "The yellow paper is thinner than the usual toilet paper, and you can't see it anywhere."

He Heng has rich experience in fighting: "Not necessarily, I remember when I was seven or eight years old, a cousin secretly gave me ten yuan for the new year's money. I didn't want to hand it in, so I tore it into eight pieces and sandwiched them together in several books."

He Heng paused, he really didn't want to recall this painful history: "...Then our mother found them all one by one."

Qi Shu couldn't understand: "So why did you tear the Tibetan?"

"Can't the target be smaller then?"

He Heng was able to perfectly regain his previous logic, "I originally thought that it would be fine even if one of them was discovered, and I still have the other seven dollars to spend."

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu tried to remind him to think clearly about this question: "But can it really be spent?"

"No."

He Heng was confident, "But I didn't discover this until I was eight years old."

……also.

He Heng had a deep memory of this incident, took the photo album, and turned to that one very accurately: "This is my mother who found all the ten yuan that I tore up and pasted it up for me, and then announced the confiscation. I secretly took pictures while I was crying."

In the photo, Xiao He Heng was crying with real emotion. While crying, he was still looking at the ten yuan on the table that had been torn to pieces by eight horses, looking aggrieved.

It should be selected as the top three black history most wanted to be destroyed.

He Heng didn't say that almost any photo of himself before he was five years old was darker than this one. He just watched Qi Shu turn on the camera and take a photo.

"..."

He Heng hesitated: "I think it's not very friendly for my boyfriend to do this."

The not-so-friendly boyfriend ordered cloud backup.

He Heng: "..."

Although he really thought about snatching the phone and deleting this picture for a moment, but this kind of backup behavior is simply an extreme distrust of him.

He Heng yelled and rushed over, trying to grab his phone, but Qi Shu quickly hid the phone behind his back.

Then he was hugged in his arms by his malevolent boyfriend.

He Heng got cheap and acted like a good boy: "Oh, oh, don't pester me... whoever wants to hug you, I want to grab your mobile phone!"

The two laughed and quarreled for a while, sat together sticky, and continued flipping through the photo album.

He Heng had already gone through the thunderstorm just now, and after confirming that he would not see He Guangjie again, he was relieved, and continued to show Qi Shu happily: "I didn't really like taking pictures when I grew up. Well, I can only accept the reason that I can’t refuse.”

... I don't know when it started, but this name suddenly became our mother.

After He Heng's unremitting efforts, now Qi Shu has been able to restrain the heat on his face well in such innocuous words, and he didn't have any special reaction when he heard the words. He looked down at the photo album, and went to After turning a few pages.

The next few pages were basically taken by He Heng holding up the certificate.Looking at the words on the certificate in the photo, it is basically the grade of each final exam, the top scorer in a single subject other than language and mathematics, or birthday.

There are indeed grounds for refusal.

The time span of the photos is quite large. On average, there are only five or six photos a year. Basically, after turning one or two pages, the little boy in the photo has obviously grown up a bit.

His stature was getting thinner bit by bit, and his face gradually faded away, gradually resembling He Heng's current appearance.

It's a strange feeling.

It seemed that he had unknowingly participated in his life in the past ten years.

"That participation is a bit sparse."

He Heng was very regretful, "I haven't participated in a few times a year. If I knew I was a child, my mother would have asked my mother to take more pictures."

Qi Shu laughed, and slowly turned back, and suddenly saw a photo of He Heng holding the trophy.

In the photo, He Heng seems to have grown up a lot, around twelve or thirty, wearing a very energetic black suit and holding a golden trophy in his hand.

The trophy is written as the first prize of English speech in the primary school group.

English.

This person won the English speech championship when he was in elementary school, but now he even needs to mix English pinyin when writing essays.

Qi Shu knew very well that the English teacher who was with He Guangjie must have accounted for a large part of the reason for such a drastic change.

"Also...you can't just be so sure."

He Heng himself was a little embarrassed, "That was the champion of the elementary school group, a group of elementary school students. I was in sixth grade, and my level was actually the same. But I dared to say it at the time, and our teacher signed me up."

He Heng felt that this incident was not just so regrettable, so he made a brief self-criticism: "It was okay when I first entered junior high school, but after I found out that He Guangjie had an affair with my teacher, I couldn't face Sun I lost my teacher, I didn’t want to listen in class, and I happened to go to the club to be a reserve team to make money, so my grades fell. At that time, I fell down in all subjects, but later my junior high school teachers called me to the office one by one, and came back to train me.”

The English teacher who got to go with his student's father hadn't passed the hurdle in his heart at that time, and he didn't have the nerve to call him to the office.

It is estimated that he was willing to call at that time, and He Heng would not go there.

Qi Shu still felt very sorry, took out his phone, and took a picture of this photo as well.

"Is this also very memorable?"

He Heng didn't quite understand, "I took this picture to encourage me in the future?"

Qi Shu shook his head: "No, it's to motivate you."

He Heng: "?"

Qi Shu reported to him: "After I go back to school, I will print this A4 picture and stick it next to your desk. You can take a look when you are tired of learning English."

He Heng didn't think that the championship of the elementary school group was inspiring, but he nodded in cooperation: "All right... Then I will definitely be motivated after reading it, and I will recite another fifty words."

This attitude is very unfair.

Qi Shu is very cruel: "I even posted a picture of you crying and looking at the ten yuan. If you see the trophy and don't feel motivated, you can look at another one."

He Heng: "..."

Ruthless.

Ruthless.

"Why did the conversation turn to English?"

He Heng carefully prepared to divert his attention, "Look at the photos at the back, flip back..."

Coincidentally, I turned back to the first one, which happened to be the certificate of the number one English subject I got after the final exam in the first semester of junior high school.

At that time, He Heng hadn't discovered the relationship between his English teacher and his father, and even as an English class representative, he studied English seriously and took No.1 seriously.

Qi Shu also seriously took this picture together.

He Heng: "..."

Can't turn back any further.

Turning back, the photos that my boyfriend wants to print out can probably fill the entire wall in front of my desk.

But this heart disease cannot be regarded as English, it is just an English teacher.

After He Heng entered high school, he also worried that he would still reject English. He tried to listen to a few classes and found that his mentality was not bad.

It's just a little painful because I can't keep up and can't understand in class.

Since he started making up lessons with Xia Hong a while ago, He Heng has been ready to swim in the English pool for a few months.

A lot of English knowledge in junior high school is not really a lot. According to Xia Hong's plan and rhythm, he can catch up in one semester no matter what.

He Heng didn't want his boyfriend to worry about such small things, so he promised him: "Give me a semester, just this semester. I will definitely not use pinyin in my English composition for the final exam."

Qi Shu: "..."

Although, this goal is a bit too ambitious.

He Heng teased him, and then said seriously: "Don't worry, Lao Xia will make up for me. There are not many things in junior high school, and I will be able to catch up soon."

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The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to arrange a formal confession in this chapter, but in the middle of writing, I suddenly found out that the two of them are not yet eighteen...

I finally understand why campus literature starts from the second year of high school×