editor in chief come after me

The phone started to vibrate constantly early in the morning, and Fu Yao was awakened by the shock. He squinted his eyes and took the phone from the bedside to his eyes. The phone was full of WeChat messages.Fu Yao picked out Zhang Shen's news from more than 30 people.Zhang Shen didn't hesitate to post a line of Happy Dragon Boat Festival. This time, Fu Yao finally knew why there were so many messages. It turned out that today is the Dragon Boat Festival.

Taking advantage of the Dragon Boat Festival, today's Friday can also be regarded as a weekend to rest, and the two-day holiday has become a three-day holiday. For this, Fu Yao rubbed his eyes and sat up halfway, and replied to his WeChat friends one by one in a happy mood. .Most of the people on WeChat are friends before work, classmates from elementary school to university, alumni, etc. In addition, Fu Yao has always called on business and never chatted on WeChat. WeChat is just a decoration. In the words of these students, it is Pretty boring one.

When Lu Chenqian came out of the room, he saw Fu Yao sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone.Fu Yao's slightly long bangs hung softly on her eyebrows, and her skin looked whiter against the black hair.The top button of Fu Yao's pajamas was not buttoned properly, and because of Fu Yao's distorted sitting posture, the pajamas also turned to one side, exposing a section of collarbone.

Fu Yao pulled up the pajamas with his hands to cover the exposed skin, looked away from the phone screen, blinked and saw Lu Chenqian standing at the door.

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival, editor-in-chief." Fu Yao put the phone aside, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.Lu Chenqian didn't answer, and stood at the door without moving, watching Fu Yao looking for slippers on the ground with his head down.Maybe it was because Fu Yao was so excited when he ran to the bed yesterday that he didn't know where his slippers flew.

Regarding this, Fu Yao said that it took a lot of patience to finally gather the two slippers. At this time, Lu Chenqian said, "I'm going out later, you change your clothes and have breakfast when you come back."

Just as he was about to ask where he was going, the editor-in-chief was no longer at the door when Fu Yao looked up, so he could only walk towards the empty door and say stupidly, "...Oh."

In 10 minutes, Fu Yao got dressed and washed, and went out with the editor-in-chief.Before leaving, he glanced at the watch hanging in the living room. It was past five o'clock in the morning.

Early in the morning, the fog had just lifted again, the sky was bright and bright, and everything was beautiful.Fu Yao stood next to Lu Chenqian and subconsciously followed Lu Chenqian's walking rhythm. The sky was beautiful, but the people around him...

Not as good-looking as herself, Fu Yao thought, bending his eyes.

After leaving the community, Lu Chen walked in a direction that Fu Yao had never walked before. As soon as Fu Yao stepped in a place he hadn't set foot on, his footsteps began to falter, his face remained unchanged, and he asked questions to divert his attention, "Editor-in-Chief Do you want to go for a morning run...a morning walk?"

"Take you to Changzhou Lake."

Fu Yao nodded.

"I went to college in Changzhou for four years, have you ever been to Changzhou Lake?"

"It's too far from Changda. I've heard of it but never been there." Fu Yao stroked his hair, "Is the lake very close to the editor-in-chief's house?"

"Hmm...here," Lu Chen raised his chin forward, "It's right in front, did you see that?"

What attracts the most attention at a glance is a white marble relief stone archway, with the three big characters of Changzhou Lake clustered between the complicated patterns, which is quite imposing.Afterwards, countless people were attracted to Fu Yao, passing through the front and back of the building, some people came in and some people went out.

Fu Yao was startled by the crowd and couldn't help sighing, "Are there so many people every day? It's so lively."

"Dragon Boat Festival Changzhou people are used to getting up early for outings, usually there are not so many people."

Fu Yao walked slowly behind Lu Chenqian, his eyes fell on the editor-in-chief's back, but his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere.When he was a child, he also got up early on the Dragon Boat Festival for outings, and looked forward to various festivals awkwardly every year, including the Dragon Boat Festival.

As long as it's a festival, grandparents seem to have endless tricks to show him. In fact, even if the styles are the same every year, Fu Yao never tires of liking them.He can still recall that when he was a child during the Dragon Boat Festival, his grandfather and grandmother sandwiched him and took him for an outing, buying gourds and sachets.

Later, Fu Yao went to junior high school and was admitted to high school. His grandparents were old, their health was bad, and their memory was poor. They always forgot what day it was, and they couldn't remember any holidays without being reminded.Later, what Fu Yao could feel at home was only the longest Spring Festival in winter.It's been so long that even he forgot what to do on Dragon Boat Festival.

"There are many mosquitoes by the lake, you take this." Lu Chenqian handed over a handful of mugwort leaves to interrupt Fu Yao's distraction.

Fu Yao took it and shook it twice in front of his eyes. The taste of Ai Ye was still the same as when he was a child.

The two of them walked around Changzhou Lake before going back. When they got back, Fu Yao's jeans pockets were bulging, and he was still holding a cold cake hit by a plastic bag in his left hand, and two colorful ropes in his right hand.

Lu Chenqian walked beside him holding a gourd, and Fu Yao felt that even if the editor-in-chief was covered with gourds, he would look very stylish when walking.

"I haven't worn colorful ropes for many years." Fu Yao turned his face to talk to Qi Fan'er's editor-in-chief.

"Nobody sent you off in college?"

"Yes. There are more than ten of them every year. I don't know who to wear, but I can't wear them all. It's like wearing a wristband. So I just don't wear anyone's." Fu Yao frowned. Said.

Lu Chenqian was amused when he heard it, "Fu Yao, I find that you can be quite a stinky fart sometimes."

Fu Yao thought to himself, recently his stinky farts have indeed been online from time to time, which caused his recent route to be a bit inconsistent with his previous ones. He didn't want to talk about this topic, so he squinted his eyes to block most of the light, and slightly raised his head to look at the editor-in-chief , stretched out his hand to grab the editor-in-chief's wrist.

"I'll tie it for you."

Without any explanation, he buried himself in tying colorful ropes to the editor-in-chief.Lu Chenqian lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Fu Yao's soft hair, which shook slightly due to the owner's movements, and smelled like his shampoo.

Fu Yao tied the colorful rope in two or three strokes, and then started to attach the other one to his wrist, but it was a bit difficult to tie it by himself.Just as Fu Yao was about to give up, Lu Chenqian took the colorful rope from him...

The editor's little finger brushed the skin on Fu Yao's wrist, and Fu Yao suddenly felt a tremor in his heart and wanted to hide.But until it was fastened, the editor-in-chief's hands were hanging on Fu Yao's wrists, and he didn't rub them again.

Fu Yao pursed his lips, and abruptly pulled himself out of his inexplicable emotions, "I'll throw this away when the first rain falls after the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Are you just in your early twenties, and are you popularizing the usage of colorful ropes with people who are going to be three?"

"I'm just afraid that the editor-in-chief will forget, so I want to emphasize it." Fu Yao raised his voice and walked into the community, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you remind me or not, I will call the editor-in-chief when it rains. "

"Then I still have to thank you?" Lu Chenqian smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"You're welcome!"

As soon as Fu Yao came in, he took off his shoes and went into the kitchen with a plastic bag containing cold cakes. Eager to try, he used chopsticks to pinch it out. It was rare to see Fu Yao's childish side.In his early twenties, he just left university and started working. Many people at this age still have childishness on their faces, but it seems that childishness has long since disappeared from Fu Yao's face.

It is only in some short moments that childishness will flash, and it is always fleeting.Lu Chenqian put his fingers on the chopsticks Fu Yao was holding, "You have a bad stomach, and it hurts to eat on an empty stomach. You can only eat after breakfast."

Fu Yao didn't move, still holding the chopsticks.

"Throw it away or eat it after dinner, you choose one."

After throwing out such a sentence, Fu Yao took his chopsticks and went to prepare breakfast.Taking advantage of the time when the editor-in-chief went back to the room to change her pajamas, Fu Yao turned her head and wanted to stuff that piece into her mouth, but there was a shadow of cold cake on the table, Fu Yao searched left, right, left, right, up and down, but couldn't find it .

He had no choice but to sit at the dining table with the editor-in-chief and finish his breakfast in peace. Fu Yao swallowed the last bite of the meal, muttering resentfully, "My cold cake..."

"Oh," Lu Chenqian touched his brow bone, "it's on the desk in my room."

Fu Yao got the exact address and immediately stood up and walked to the editor-in-chief's room. Lu Chenqian calmly took a piece of food with chopsticks, and said leisurely, "In order to prevent you from eating too much, I have already eaten half of it."

……

Fu Yao sat at the desk and ate two pieces of cold cakes when his phone rang, so he had no choice but to put down the cold cakes and go back to his room to answer the phone.

It was an unfamiliar number, Fu Yao pressed the answer button and said hello.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, "So you didn't save your brother's number?"

Fu Yao exhaled lightly, and asked, "How's the house?"

When Liu Hui heard the word house, she seemed very happy, "It's all renovated, it's not like your brother and the others invited me over for the holiday."

Fu Yao has no interest in anyone or anything in Liu Hui's family. As long as these people don't trouble him, he will be thankful.

"That's good," Fu Yao paused and said, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah," Liu Hui was reminded by Fu Yao, and then remembered the real purpose of the call, "Your siblings have told your family your current address, and it's not far from your brother's house, so spend the holidays with your mother and brother? "

It was the first time that Liu Hui invited him to celebrate the festival together. Fu Yao's heart skipped a beat. Something was about to come out. It had been a long time since that feeling.

"This house is the one your father bought for you, right? It's really nice, and the community environment is also good. You need a key card to go out and enter the door. It's really safe. Unlike the buildings we lived in before, the community and the community are almost indistinguishable."

……

Hearing Liu Hui's next words, Fu Yao felt that his reaction just now was really slapped in the face, and he was slapped in the face by himself.Because one sentence expressed the subtlety of his heart sadly, Fu Yao castigated himself fiercely, and laughed twice into the phone.

"... Yaoyao, what are you laughing at?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I won't go to the festival, you have a good time."

"Ah good……"

Before Liu Hui finished speaking, the phone was snatched by the person next to her.

"Fu Yao!" A male voice came over.

"Oh, don't be so loud, I can hear you."

"We're just downstairs from your house, don't you invite us to go up and sit down?"

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