On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

Ye Jiaqing saw the wound on the corner of Song Nanqi's mouth, a very light red mark, but it was particularly conspicuous on Song Nanqi's face.

Although it was under an umbrella and the sky was getting dark again, Ye Jiaqing still saw it at a glance.

Ye Jiaqing raised his hand and touched it lightly, "Did he hit you?"

I didn't pay attention when I watched it at the time, and No. 9's shots were extremely fast, entangled with each other, and separated by a certain distance. If I had known earlier, Ye Jiaqing would have done more than just pinch the neck of that thing just now.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell the specific feeling.

Is it the displeasure of someone breaking a toy, or does she really feel sorry for Song Nanqi?

he does not know.

I don't want to know either.

Song Nanqi held an umbrella, his brows calm: "It's normal to have bumps during the game."

Ye Jiaqing readily accepted it.

"But I will feel bad."

Song Nanqi turned his face and looked down at Ye Jiaqing.

Means unknown.

"I won," he said.

Ye Jiaqing was stunned when he said such a sentence out of nowhere.

"Congratulations?" Ye Jiaqing said tentatively.

"..."

Song Nanqi: "As you said, play a game with me."

Ye Jiaqing: "..." I still remember.

"No problem." After regaining his senses, Ye Jiaqing agreed without hesitation. He looked at the water droplets splashed on the ground, "But, you are so good, can you let me practice by myself for another week?"

"Of course." Song Nanqi said frankly.

A lot of homework was left on Friday, and there were no classes on Saturday and Sunday, so the two went to the library together.

The library has two buildings, each with five floors, the first floor is at the back, and the first floor is at the front.

Ye Jiaqing walked all the way down from the top, reached out and grabbed a cane that stretched out to the road, next to the steps, there were big clumps.

"Don't touch things on the mountain." Song Nanqi said, "You are prone to allergies."

Ye Jiaqing groaned and threw away the cane.

After throwing it away, he walked up a few steps and suddenly narrowed his eyes. He lowered his voice, "Song Nanqi, how do you know that I'm allergic?" But it is very easy to be allergic to things like flowers and plants.

Song Nanqi tilted the umbrella slightly in the direction of Ye Jiaqing, and the rain fell on the ground along the surface of the umbrella.

"I observed that you developed a rash when you touched the lawn with your hands during military training." Song Nanqi explained.

"Oh..." Ye Jiaqing was thoughtful, but couldn't find any loopholes. "It's okay to explain it this way," he said.

Song Nanqi twitched the corners of his mouth, but his smile didn't show.

From the back mountain to the library entrance, Ye Jiaqing dragged Song Nanqi to the nearby supermarket first.

He asked Song Nanqi to wait for him outside.

"Auntie, do you have a Band-Aid?"

Auntie took a box from the cabinet above her head and spread it out one by one, "That's all, you boys probably won't like it."

The Band-Aids spread on the counter are in groups of five, and the patterns on each group are different.

The rabbit is pink, the bear is brown, and the fish is blue.

Ye Jiaqing leaned over to take a look, and took a set of each.

"how much is it?"

Auntie groaned, "Six yuan."

Ye Jiaqing scanned the code, tore off a pink rabbit, and put the rest in his pocket.

Song Nanqi was still waiting for him outside.

He ran towards Song Nanqi, spread his palms, "Look, I bought it for you."

Ye Jiaqing tore off the outer layer of paper and pasted it on the corner of Song Nanqi's mouth. It was a slit, which looked like a red mark before. Ye Jiaqing suspected that there was some kind of metal on the No. 9 glove. It seemed that it was intentional to win the match.

Ye Jiaqing's eyes darkened, maybe he didn't realize that his unhappiness was so obvious.

Because of his unhappiness, Song Nanqi let the pink Band-Aid stick to the corner of his mouth.

If it would make his friend happier, then he would.

Compared to the gash at the corner of Song Nanqi's mouth, Du Ting can be said to be "seriously injured". His hair was pulled out, his back was in pain, and his thigh was kicked with bruises all over, but he took Here comes the prize: a thermos mug.

It just so happens that winter is coming, and it happens to come in handy.

Thinking of Song Nanqi and Ye Jiaqing going to the library, he sent a message asking them to bring him a bottle of safflower oil to wipe on the way when they went back to the dormitory later.

After nine o'clock in the evening, when the rain started to increase, Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi returned to the dormitory together. Du Ting just came out of the bathroom, and he ran towards Ye Jiaqing howling, "Give me the medicine, and wipe it for me by the way. was also beaten."

Du Ting took what he wanted from Ye Jiaqing's hand, turned his head, and saw the Band-Aid at the corner of Song Nanqi's mouth.

He was stunned, and then he couldn't believe it.

"Then what, old Song, are you out of your mind?"

Putting on a Band-Aid is normal, putting on a pink Band-Aid is not normal, and putting on a pink bunny Band-Aid is even more abnormal.

He looked at Ye Jiaqing again, "What did you do?"

Apart from Ye Jiaqing, Du Ting couldn't think of another person who could play tricks on Song Nanqi's face.

Ye Jiaqing didn't expect Song Nanqi to put a Band-Aid on his face, so he nodded, "He's injured."

injured?

How much damage can a Band-Aid cover it?Du Ting didn't believe it, the two must be showing their affection.

Ni Xiaoxiao got down from the bed, "Du Ting, are you looking for jealousy again?"

At this moment, Song Nanqi raised his hand to touch Ye Jiaqing's hair, and his palm was wet.

Although the umbrella covered the rain, it couldn't cover the moisture of the rainy day.

Xintai is in the south, and autumn and winter in the south are the most humid. Ye Jiaqing's hair is thin and limp. Even if she holds an umbrella, it is moistened by the hidden humidity in the air.

"Go and wash first." To prevent Ye Jiaqing from sitting on a chair and playing with his mobile phone until after ten o'clock, Song Nanqi began to urge him.

Ye Jiaqing was very obedient this time, because he felt a little cold.

Song Nanqi was entangled by Du Ting outside.

"Lao Song, you can wipe the medicine for me, I can only wipe my thighs." The smell of safflower oil is very strong, Du Ting just unscrewed the lid, and the smell has already permeated the dormitory.

Ni Xiaoxiao yelled for help and covered her head with a quilt.

Even if Du Ting worked hard, he could wipe it off by himself.

But it's always easier to have someone help than to do it yourself.

Song Nanqi put away the books one by one, "Do your own thing."

Du Ting: "..."

"If it's Ye Jiaqing, will you help?"

Song Nanqi's eyes became a little puzzled, "Yes."

"You double standard!" Du Ting shouted.

Du Ting thought that Song Nanqi would admit it frankly this time, and then hummed.

But Song Nanqi just looked at him indifferently and asked, "What is a double standard?"

Ni Xiaoxiao changed from lying on her stomach to lying on her back, holding up her mobile phone, and said slowly: "Why do you want to discuss this kind of problem with Lao Song? You clearly know the answer?"

Ni Xiaoxiao gave Song Nanqi popular science the meaning of "double standards".

"It's probably your water glass. Du Ting and I can't drink it, but Ye Jiaqing can hold it and lick it. Well... that's about it. It's just a very common thing. Ye Jiaqing can do it, but we can't."

Song Nanqi nodded, apparently understanding.

He looked at Du Ting.

Du Ting thought that he would get a little comfort from his relatives and roommates, and he could do it perfunctorily.

"Then I do have double standards." Song Nanqi was very frank.

His frankness kills everyone.

There was movement in the bathroom, Ye Jiaqing should have finished washing.

Song Nanqi took a thicker pajamas and went to the bathroom door to wait. As soon as the door opened, the smell of green plum shower gel hit his forehead.

Ye Jiaqing jumped out of the fog and slammed into Song Nanqi's arms.

"Song Nanqi, do I smell very fresh now?"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to run.

But he couldn't run away, he was firmly embraced by Song Nanqi.

Ye Jiaqing, who was inexperienced but quite familiar with the process of the matter, immediately sounded the alarm in his mind. To be honest, Song Nanqi's behavior at certain times could easily misunderstand him.

Song Nanqi leaned over and sniffed gently on Ye Jiaqing's neck.

"Well, it's very fresh." Anyway, he would agree with what Ye Jiaqing said.

Ye Jiaqing never loses ground.

He pushed the door of the small balcony, dragged Song Nanqi by the collar and dragged him into the bathroom.

"Song Nanqi, saliva can promote wound healing," Ye Jiaqing raised his eyebrows, "Try?"

Song Nanqi no longer supported Ye Jiaqing's waist, he asked with some puzzlement: "But..." He seemed to have finally realized something was wrong.

Ye Jiaqing stopped directly, "I'm just kidding."

After Ye Jiaqing went out of the bathroom, Song Nanqi was silent for a while before he was about to take a shower. The phone slipped out of his trouser pocket. Song Nanqi picked it up and took a look. The screen just lit up because a new message had been received.

It was Meng Mei, his class monitor in high school. Compared with other people, Meng Mei had spoken to him more.

[They have been asking if you have a date recently, and they dare not bother you, so they come to bother me. Last time, the one you posted in your circle of friends, is it your date? ]

[Also, even if you don’t have a date, you can tell them whether you like a man or a woman, that way you can reduce the number of people chasing you by half. ]

[I didn't expect that after they all graduated, they would still be able to stay true to their evil intentions, admiration! ]

Anyway, I will not turn off the lights today, and I am not in a hurry to take a bath.

Song Nanqi replied to Meng Mei.

[I have a boyfriend, the guy who posted on Moments last time. ]

Meng Mei replied very quickly, as if she was waiting on the phone.

[grass!Seriously? ! ]

[It's over, a large number of people are heartbroken, they were waiting for the class reunion after high school to confess their love to you. ]

[However, your partner is so handsome, it feels almost like you. ]

When Song Nanqi saw the last message from the other party, he couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, I found it seemed a little strange.

What Meng Mei said was because he didn't know, but he and Ye Jiaqing were fake.

He thought about it, typed a few lines, and clicked send.

[I ask you a question, when a person is talking, you want to kiss him, who does this feeling happen to? ]

Meng Mei was also lying on the bed in the school dormitory. When he saw the news, he jumped up from the bed.

"Fuck!"

His excited appearance attracted the attention of other roommates.

"What's wrong with you?"

Meng Mei thought about how to answer this question, and talked to her roommate absently.

"I'm chatting with my high school girl, don't bother me."

"Yo, your school still has school grass, we didn't have anything at that time."

Meng Mei ignored them and focused on replying to Song Nanqi's message.

[How do you want to kiss?If it’s just a face kiss, it’s okay between friends, relatives, and lovers. If it’s more of a close relationship with France, you are more likely to like him, just like a lover, but if the relationship is particularly good, you It feels normal to want to kiss other places. The two girls in our class also love you when they are in class. Give me a bite, and I give you a bite. I feel that they are all quite normal. ]

Meng Mei knew that the school grass had nothing to do with it at all. When they were still in high school, even though they were key high schools, everyone would still have a little bit of love at ordinary times, and their school grass only had studies in their eyes. Whoever confesses his love will be taught a lesson.

It’s okay to say yes, it’s okay to say no, that’s not good either.

Otherwise, we can only ask the former monitor for everything now.

Meng Mei thought happily: I still have a little bit better than the school grass.

[But just as far as I am concerned, I must want to fall in love with the other party before I want to kiss her, and it is all kinds of kisses, kisses are not even counted as dishes. ]

Song Nanqi's side face was hidden in the shadow of the bathroom light. His eye sockets were deep, and the tip of his nose was sharp and straight. His shirt was loose, and his sleeves were neatly rolled up to his forearm. The muscles of his forearm were smooth.The light on the phone screen was a little brighter than the light in the bathroom, making Song Nanqi's jaw white.

He read the message sent by Meng Mei word by word.

Song Nanqi is calm and self-sustaining, rational and rigorous. Any question needs to be verified and demonstrated with examples, and then a conclusion that cannot be overthrown is reached.

Does he like Ye Jiaqing?Does he want to fall in love with Ye Jiaqing?This is the problem.

And to prove the argument with an example...

That's too much, too many to count.

The irrefutable conclusion is: yes, he likes Ye Jiaqing.

This was probably the first time Song Nanqi was at a loss. Ye Jiaqing was his best friend, but he had other thoughts about him. Ye Jiaqing was so innocent, he didn't understand anything, did he know what liking was?

He even foolishly wanted to lick the wound on the corner of his mouth, how could he be so cute?

When the layer of tulle covering the facts is lifted, Song Nanqi is such a smart person, he just needs to open an opening for him, and he will no longer need to doubt about anything else.

There are indeed people who are self-taught without a teacher in the world, but the number is not necessarily large.

But Song Nam-chi must be.

Du Ting took off his shirt and muttered: "Lao Song has been in the bath for too long this time, is he in there or something?"

Ni Xiaoxiao flipped through her phone, "You thought it was all you?"

Du Ting: "???"

Du Ting said unconvinced: "Isn't this a normal physiological need of people, regardless of gender, it's the same as eating and drinking water, thanks to you, you are still a medical student."

Ni Xiaoxiao: "..."

"However, Lao Song is too long." After Du Ting finished speaking, he muttered to himself again. After he finished muttering, he knocked on Ye Jiaqing with some surprise, "Ye Jiaqing, what, if you and Lao Song then What, he has been so long, will he kill you?"

Ye Jiaqing turned her head, "Ah, I don't know." Go ahead.

Du Ting covered his heart, "I feel sorry for my baby."

"Then what, Ye Jiaqing, apply some medicine for me." Not to mention, Du Ting's figure is really good, even though he eats so much, it doesn't affect his muscles, his back, shoulders, arms, etc. With obvious lumpy muscles, he feels fine when he is wearing clothes, but when he takes off his clothes, he is greeted with a hormonal breath.

"What are you looking at, Ni Xiaoer," Du Ting patted his stomach, "Four yuan, okay, although my family has oranges from five hills, but I have to help with work during the holidays, I have developed muscles .”

Dried muscles?

Ye Jiaqing gave Du Ting a meaningful look, and Du Ting immediately realized that what he said just now seemed to be easily misunderstood.

"Give me the medicine, and I'll help you." Ye Jiaqing stretched out his hand towards Du Ting. He didn't think too much about it at this time, just helping to apply the medicine. He is only interested in Song Nanqi now.

When Song Nanqi came out of the bathroom, what he saw was Ye Jiaqing's palm pressing on Du Ting's shoulder and kneading.

"..."

Du Ting: What's the matter with this sudden guilty conscience?

"You go to bed, I'll come." Song Nanqi's pajamas are very gentle. The apricot-colored sweater and cotton trousers are loose-fitting, which makes him look lazy. When he is lazy, he doesn't look too lazy. It's easy to mess with.

It's not as serious and indifferent as usual.

Ye Jiaqing handed Du Ting into Song Nanqi's hands. Song Nanqi's expression was calm. He poured safflower oil into his palm and pressed it on the bruise on Du Ting's back.

"Awwhhhhhhhh!!!" Du Ting let out a scream that broke through the dormitory building.

Li Linlin asked Ye Jia to go out to play the next day.

[do bar, come on, come on, the new store is open, spend [-] and get [-] free! ]

[Seven o'clock in the evening, see you or leave, I love you, you can't value sex over friends, forget about old friends when you have a partner. ]

"Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out." Song Nanqi handed his black umbrella to Ye Jiaqing who was about to go out.

"Thank you." Ye Jiaqing walked to the door.

He walked a few steps, and thought of Song Nanqi sitting alone on a chair with no waves in his eyes.

fuck.

Ye Jiaqing turned back and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

"Song Nanqi, do you want to go with me?"

"I'm reading." Song Nanqi knocked on the table, curled the corner of his mouth, "Come back early, and be careful on the road."

Because of Song Nanqi's words, Ye Jiaqing was always a little absent-minded when playing.

He declined the fifth person who wanted to have a drink with him.

Then for the fifth time, Song Nanqi's bleak and forced smile flashed in his mind.

Did he mean it?

Li Linlin couldn't see Ye Jiaqing's absent-minded appearance, so he lay on the bar and pushed Ye Jiaqing, "What are you thinking?"

"Would you like to go down and dance?"

With a straw in his mouth, Ye Jiaqing said lazily, "Do you think I am suitable for dancing today?"

He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, and he didn't feel the slightest bit, and it was impossible for him to dance to those dances that were too rough, and he wasn't interested.

Not interested in.

He wanted to go back and play with Song Nanqi.

"What's the matter with you?" Li Linlin found that Ye Jiaqing was a little abnormal, he held Ye Jiaqing's face and looked left and right, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Ye Jiaqing drank the whiskey in the glass, then pushed the glass in, winked at the bartender, "Please make another glass like this."

The bartender made it for him right away.

"This alcohol has a high alcohol content, so take it easy."

Ye Jiaqing stroked the side of the wine glass, "It's not like you don't know how good I am at drinking."

Li Linlin and Lin Chuqi could drink twice as much together, but they couldn't drink Ye Jiaqing.

The glass has two layers, and the inner layer seems to be smashed, refracting layers of bright and dark light.

The music in the bar is not loud, but the opening of the new store and various activities attract a lot of guests.

Ye Jiaqing looked like he was full of student spirit. In such an environment, he had a rather irritating contrast. Many people around him were attracted to him and their mouths were dry.

His facial features are not the kind of charming and enchanting, on the contrary, he is gentle and soft, spotless.

"Go, go back."

After Li Linlin saw him coming, he drank a few glasses of wine and left, "Isn't it Ye Jiaqing, you are not interesting."

"It's going to rain heavily, will you see me off?"

"I don't know how to drive, so let someone pick you up, that day, handsome guy, is your date or your friend?" Li Linlin bumped Ye Jiaqing's shoulder, "Tell me, what do you think?"

Ye Jiaqing sat down again, took out her mobile phone, "You are right, I can ask Song Nanqi to pick me up."

Maybe Ye Jiaqing was lucky.

Before he could make a call, Song Nanqi's call came by himself.

The other party's voice was calm, "It's raining heavily, shall I pick you up?"

Ye Jiaqing lay on the bar, "But you gave me an umbrella."

"I'm here to pick you up, it's raining heavily." Song Nanqi changed the previous words, meaning the same.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Li Linlin kept tsk-tsk-tsk beside her, "You're going to fall in love, I can see it, maybe three months at most."

Ye Jiaqing shook his head, "No."

"Then I feel you..."

"It's fun." Ye Jiaqing drank the wine in the glass, "He came here quickly by taxi, I'll wait for him at the intersection, and I'll treat you to dinner another day."

The drizzle was as fine as weaving, and Ye Jiaqing stood at the intersection holding an umbrella.

There are not many pedestrians on the road now, and the street lights are dim.

He was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and was caught off guard by someone tapping him from behind.

"It's really you, I thought I was wrong," the other party sneered, "Does this count as a narrow road to the enemy?"

The sky was too dark and it was raining, and the lights of the street lamps could not make the night as bright as day. It took Ye Jiaqing a long time to recognize that the other party was No. 9 and No. 4 yesterday. They still have many companions today.

A group of people, Ye Jiaqing took a rough look, there were about eight or nine people.

He clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly. If there were eight or nine idiots, he would not be afraid of getting troubled, but these are obviously not idiots. The shortest one is about as tall as him, and the largest one is as big as two of them. .

"Well, it's a coincidence." Ye Jiaqing put one hand in his pocket, ready to call someone or call the police.

"Don't," No. 9 stretched out his hand to hold Ye Jiaqing's arm, "Practice, I don't think you are easy, what are you afraid of?"

Ye Jiaqing is not afraid, this is just the best choice after weighing the pros and cons, after all, the chances of winning are very average.

Besides, this weather is not suitable for calling around, as it will stain the clothes.

"Hold on."

Ye Jiaqing gathered the umbrella Song Nanqi gave her and stood aside.

"Come." With his back to the light, his expression was cold, no longer the gentleness and kindness before.

Originally, Ye Jiaqing was full of irritability this afternoon and had nowhere to vent.

Whether you can fight or not, forget it, let's talk about it after fighting.

It's also his bad luck, there is no surveillance at this intersection, and the bar will not open in the downtown area. It's getting late now, and I can't even see anyone on the road for a long time.

The fist swung from the opposite side with the wind, Ye Jiaqing dodged his head and kicked the opponent's knee, causing the opponent to kneel in pain.

Someone grabbed Ye Jiaqing's hat from behind and yanked it down. Ye Jiaqing was dragged back a few steps, but he reacted quickly. He raised his hand and twisted the man's wrist from the back of his neck. Kicked directly to the man's shoulder.

He was known to be ruthless in fights in the club, and it was no problem to hit four or five people, but if there were too many people, he would definitely have a hard time coping, and it might even be [-]-[-].

No. 4 was obviously a crispy skin. After being kicked by Ye Jiaqing, he lay on the ground screaming and drank a big mouthful of muddy water.

Ye Jiaqing's hair was already wet.

His eyes fell on No. 9, and when the opponent's fist swung towards him, Ye Jiaqing swept him over with one foot, and No. 9 fell to the ground. Ye Jiaqing reached out and grabbed the opponent's collar and gave him a hard blow. fall.

The back of the head hit the ground with a "bang", which made everyone else stunned.

They just want to practice, they don't want to die yet.

Ye Jiaqing punched the corner of No. 9's mouth, and No. 9 heard the sound of teeth creaking.

I don't know how many hits, Ye Jiaqing stood up, flicked his wrist, "It's cool."

The others dared not move as if they had seen a ghost.

Ye Jiaqing glanced at their faces, "Don't ask for trouble, you have to go back and practice."

Although it was an extra fight, the opponent was fairly upright, without any knives or sticks.

Ye Jiaqing's trousers were mostly wet, her hair was all wet, and her brows and eyes were cloudy.

It has nothing to do with the "little pretty" "thief is easy to hit" "it looks like an embroidered pillow" and "casual hit" before the 9th. Pretty is beautiful, the face is beautiful, and the fist is also, beautiful!

The corners of No. 9's mouth have been beaten to pieces, but it's pretty, pretty?

Ye Jiaqing wiped off the muddy water on his hands with a paper towel before reaching for the umbrella. He opened the umbrella, and the umbrella surface swayed in front of his eyes. In his vision, there was a boy in a black windbreaker standing at the intersection.

The opponent's collar stood up, covering a little of his chin, but it didn't affect the superiority of his face.

His expression was calm and indifferent, his eyebrows slanted into his temples like a knife, and his whole person exuded a cold tone that strangers should not get close to.

Song Nanqi didn't know how long he stood there.

Ye Jiaqing froze, when did Song Nanqi arrive?

He walked towards Song Nanqi step by step with slightly stiff steps, swallowed, and showed Song Nanqi his other hand, and whispered: "They beat me, and it hurt me so much."