Into a parallel world

Bai Jifeng heard footsteps behind him, but he still didn't turn his head.Song Ci tidied up his jacket and saw the man with his back facing him calmly correcting the paper.Song Ci pursed his lips, thinking that An Sheng was still waiting for him outside, and he couldn't waste his time, besides, it was just a phone call, and it wasn't too serious .

Taking a deep breath, Song Ci looked away from his homework and calmly looked at the man who was working hard.

"teacher……"

"what is it call?"

Song Ci was startled, turned his head to look at the ground, and changed his words: "Bai...Uncle Bai..."

Hearing Song Ci's address, Bai Jifeng stopped writing, leaned back on the chair, lazily crossed his legs, and propped his resolute chin with his left hand, the reflection of the mirror covered the depth of his eyes, The right fingertips are playing with the red pen, spinning it once and for all.

"When I was in high school, I could still take care of you, but now that I'm in college, do you still need me to take care of you?" Song Ci's deep voice carried the tone of an elder who hates but needs it most, but the other party didn't The kind of person with that tone.

"Uncle Bai can leave me alone, I can take care of myself and my family, so that phone call will never appear in your uncle's class again." Song Ci's face was serious, the air froze for a moment, It seemed as if any further words would touch a certain point, and then crack.

"You will delay Qiao Ye." The pen in his hand fell on the wooden desk, Bai Jifeng squinted his eyes and looked at the big boy standing in front of him, his tone was calm but depressing.

"My friend, uncle, you don't have to worry about it. You should worry about yourself. You are 26 years old this year, so you should think about yourself." Song Ci pursed his ruddy lips, unwilling to say any more with the other party. He simply bowed, turned and walked out of the office.

Bai Jifeng looked at Song Ci who walked out, his chest heaved more and more, and then returned to normal, he took off his eyes, and the bangs on his forehead scattered, covering those deep eyes.There was no sound in the office for a while, and dangerous air-conditioning was faintly floating in every air.

Song Ci walked out of the office building, took out his mobile phone and was about to call Qiao Ye, but saw Qiao Ye leaning on the trunk of a sycamore tree a step or two away from the gate.Putting the phone back into his pocket, Song Ci trotted to Qiao Ye's side.

"Didn't I tell you to find a shop? You're still standing outside, it's so cold!" Song Ci pulled Qiao Ye's exposed hand, and the cold feeling came from the palm of his hand, which involuntarily deepened the uneasiness between his brows.He kept rubbing An Sheng's cold and white hands with his own hands.

"I'm afraid you won't find it, so it's better to wait for you here, it's not too cold outside." Withdrawing his hand, Qiao Ye said with a smile, "Are you still afraid that I will freeze?"

"Yes." Song Ci withdrew his hand indifferently, put it in his pocket, and said in a joking tone, "What if your hands are frozen and the manuscript cannot be handed in?"

"Ah..." Qiao Ye nodded pretentiously, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that Editor Song was afraid that I would not be able to submit the manuscript. Thanks to our old classmates for so many years, we are like brothers and sisters. You only worry about my manuscript?" Qiao There was a little disappointment in Ye Ye’s eyes, the air was filled with the smell of sycamore leaves, and there were golden fallen leaves beside the campus aisles, some of which fell profusely on the benches.

With a slight smile on the corner of Qiao Ye's mouth, Song Ci beside him clicked his tongue, stretched out his hand from his pocket and knocked a chestnut on Qiao Ye, who was half a head shorter than himself, "Or else? I see that we are like brothers. For the sake of this, I ran here recklessly! Are you still talking about me? Like who would rub your hands in such a nasty way. Tsk!"

With Song Ci's disgust on his face, Qiao Ye couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I plan to kill the protagonist and have a tragic ending." Looking at the end of the path, Qiao Ye slowly expressed his final thoughts, let this lingering homosexual love end in tragedy.

Song Ci was taken aback, and then said, "Don't forget, why are you doing this business? Are you afraid of losing fans if you make such an arrangement?" Qiao Ye smiled, and said indifferently: "Of course I know why, it's money. "

"Then... Yu Jinxian died in the end, leaving Mu Qingli alone?" Ignoring the sentence that is not gay, Song Ci didn't want to get entangled in such a small issue. Become this kind of person.

"Yes, I really trouble you to come here to be the editor of an author like me." Qiao Ye shook his head with a smile, and sighed softly.

Song Ci smiled slightly, "It's nothing, it's good to have a sadomasochistic relationship, now girls like to watch these, and it's easy to pick up girls. Don't you think so, Ah Ye?"

Qiao Ye stopped, and looked at the enthusiasm on the basketball court not far away, and the people sitting on the bench watching, his youthful smile was as dazzling as in the previous life, and he was watching in a daze, somehow, this wonderful scene The scene was suddenly distorted, and it turned into an extremely miserable scene from the previous life. The chaotic scene and sharp screams made him plunge into the quagmire of memory, covered by the foul smell, and suffocated.

Song Ci followed his gaze, and the familiar figure made him feel an unprecedented depression, "Aye, do you... like Jin'er?"

"Ah Ye?" Song Ci poked his head strangely, and saw Qiao Ye stunned in place, his eyes fixed on that spot, and he was startled by the depression and depth inside.

"Ah? Oh. Jin'er is fine. You are her brother, aren't you happy?" Qiao Ye withdrew his gaze, covered the waves in his eyes, and looked away at Song Ci, who also averted his gaze. The two looked at each other, Qiao Ye Continuing to walk forward, ignoring the people behind him who were still standing there, Song Ci quietly watched Qiao Ye's figure walking away.

"No, if you are together, you will become my brother-in-law. You have to be filial to me in the future!" After regaining his senses, Song Ci quickly followed, walking beside Qiao Ye, with a somewhat smug tone.Qiao Ye glanced at the triumphant person next to him speechlessly, and was about to reply, but heard the other person hurriedly say: "There is more, hand over the manuscript to me before midnight tonight!"

Qiao Ye turned around and saw Song Ci running towards the basketball court, waving his hands as he ran. "Aye, I'll go to the club first! Remember to hand in the manuscript!" Qiao Ye curled his lips, looked at those who were leaving, and replied loudly: "Got it!"

That's great, everything can be done all over again.

As the evening approached, the neon lights on the road lit up one after another, and the crowd began to enjoy the night in the city, making the road a bit more crowded.

With a smile on the corner of Qiao Ye's mouth, he walked alone on the street with street lights. If he could, he wanted to laugh out loud regardless of his image.