The lift did break down.
There are two cracks in the corner, stuck heavily in the air.
The dormitory administrator arrived in time, and said with embarrassment that he had called the repairman and asked them to take the stairs first.
"Just take it as exercise, haha." The administrator's awkward laughter echoed in the corridor.
Professor Lin didn't want to stay here for a second, so he hurriedly dragged his daughter out.
Zhong Chen looked sideways at Qi Linqing, his eyes flickering.
"Back to your house?"
Qi Linqing took his hand and pushed the door out, "I'll take you to the school gate."
Zhong Chen: "..."
As soon as the glass door opened, the high temperature rolled in.
Zhong Chen fanned the wind with his hands a few times, glanced sideways at Qi Linqing's long-sleeved shirt, and couldn't help feeling hot for him.
"You, what should we do?" Zhong Chen stared down suggestively at his crotch.
Without squinting, Qi Linqing reached out and stretched out the hem of his shirt to cover it.
"I'll go back and take a cold shower." He said lightly.
Zhong Chen: "???"
What. . .
"You are the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui."
Qi Linqing replied in his heart, no, I am the reincarnation of Fu Yi.
After Zhong Chen finished speaking, he shook his head again, "No, you are a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."
Qi Linqing: "?"
Although he didn't understand what it meant, it always felt weird.
The tall and dense green branches block the pervasive sunlight.
The two walked side by side under the plane tree.
But there are only a few shaded places where only one person can pass.
Zhong Chen saw Qi Linqing walking outside, half of his body was exposed to the sun, and the back of his white shirt was covered with light wet marks.
He silently drew the other party in.
"You walk in front of me." Zhong Chen said.
Qi Linqing put his hands in his pockets and walked his long legs without any haste.
Zhong Chen muttered: "I think you are so hot."
"But I want to walk by your side." The cold and deep male voice seemed to be able to blow away the summer heat.
Zhong Chen was in a trance for a moment. Heartbeat is also speeding up.
Damn, it was pretended by him.
…
Two students from the Department of Chinese Painting passed by and bowed respectfully to Qi Linqing:
"Good afternoon, Professor."
Qi Linqing nodded slightly.
In terms of age, they are completely comparable.
Even the students looked older than Qi Linqing.
The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth turned up unconsciously.
One of the students raised his head to see him, and said in a low voice, "Professor... how are you, madam."
Qi Linqing was stunned.
?
Mrs. Professor? !
Zhong Chen stared at that student, as if he wanted to stare at him.
The student probably also noticed that he used words poorly, his face was pale, and he fled in a hurry.
"Are we going to fail at the end of the semester..." Their panicked voices could be heard from afar.
Zhong Chen: "."
Zhong Chen let out a breath slowly, experiencing the feeling of blood pressure rising for the first time.
"Do I look like such a small-minded person?" He turned to look at Qi Linqing and asked.
"Um?"
Zhong Chen: "...forget it."
He felt that Qi Linqing didn't understand.
not far away.
The other students who passed by were excited when they saw this scene.
"Is that Zhong Chen?"
"I never expected to see him in our school..."
"Quick! Take a picture."
"He and Qi Linqing are so sweet walking together."
"Seeing it with my own eyes, I finally know why there are so many people cheating on their cp on the Internet."
"Really, a real-life campus couple."
Qi Linqing went to the door, went to the supermarket to buy ice water and ice cream, and then sent Zhong Chen to the taxi.
Zhong Chen drooped his brows and eyes, originally he was a little unhappy.
Not only did he not go upstairs today, he didn't even have a kiss.
Qi Linqing patted his head and said, "I'll pick you up after school on Friday."
Zhong Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, "Shall we go on a date?"
Qi Linqing: "No, I've finished the tattoo draft, and I'll take you to cover the tattoo."
"Oh." Zhong Chen thought to himself, this is similar to a date.
Qi Linqing closed the car door gently and waved to him.
"Remember to send me a message when you go back."
"Um."
The taxi started slowly and walked through the long traffic flow.
Zhong Chen turned his head, but couldn't even see a blurry figure.
He suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.
Qi Linqing went back upstairs.
It happened that Du Yuanbai called from overseas and asked, "How are you and Zhong Chen doing now?"
Qi Linqing opened the cupboard and took out a cup, poured a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa to sip it.
"Today he came to see me and brought me sheep whip and bull whip and other kidney tonifying soup."
"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!" Du Yuanbai laughed like crazy.
"No, no, he thought there was something wrong with you?"
Qi Linqing replied calmly: "It should be."
Du Yuanbai: "Hey, this is also normal. After all, you are too strict to guard against death. If it were me, I would doubt it."
Qi Linqing lowered her eyes, "I'm doing it for his own good."
Du Yuanbai sighed in his heart. Now he finally knows how much Qi Linqing likes Zhong Chen.
It is precisely because of this love that I will be careful.
What the other party said before that he didn't like it was really bullshit.
According to Du Yuanbai, Qi Linqing never let go of Zhong Chen for even a second.
"Do you still think that Zhong Chen regards you as Qi Lele's substitute? Don't think too much about brother, we all have eyes, we can tell that the person Zhong Chen likes now is undoubtedly you."
Qi Linqing thought, it would be great if this is the case.
If it was Qi Lele, a big living person, maybe he could still compete.
But Zhong Chen took him as a substitute for the original owner.
This is an unsolvable problem.
…
A few days later, Fu Wenchang's lecture was held in the school lecture hall as scheduled.
The scene was once very lively and crowded.
All the leaders of the school, including the principal, were sitting in the hall.
There were also media reporters who heard the news gathered around the door.
Qi Linqing and Ke Ling went to listen and were almost crushed to death on the way.
The smell of sweat and mothballs on someone's clothes was particularly pungent.
"Come on, Brother Qi, come with me." Like a fish in the water, Ke Ling nimbly led Qi Linqing through the crowd.
In the end, he took Qi Linqing to grab the front row seat.
Qi Linqing: "You are amazing."
"It's a small matter. It's a skill that I developed when I went out to work in the summer vacation and squeezed the bus and subway." Ke Ling smiled shyly.
Qi Linqing turned his head and looked behind him, there was a large crowd of people. There are even many people who have no place to sit and can only stand.
He couldn't help but feel a little rejoiced.
After waiting for a while, the lecture officially began.
The man slowly walked out from behind the curtain until he stood on the podium and picked up the microphone.
A gray short T was stuck on the body indiscriminately, and it was still stained with unknown dirt.
He has long hair draped around his shoulders, and his beard may not have been shaved for a long time. At first glance, he looks like a homeless man on the roadside.
When the man appeared, there was quite a commotion at the scene.
Because he didn't look like Fu Wen, the famous art director rumored to be at all.
"Hi everyone, I'm Fu Wen. It's a great honor to be invited back to my alma mater to give this lecture today..." He took out a crumpled white paper from his pocket and read.
The expressions of the leaders in the audience were a little grim.
"This Fuwen is still the same as before." The principal sighed.
"But the year he became famous was not like this..."
Two hours flew by.
After Fu Wen finished reading the gossip on the paper, he added some of his professional experience in a leisurely manner.
"Film is a visual art... You must know that the development of art direction is completely different now. There is a clear division of labor in the industry. There is a clothing department and an art department. Some are responsible for drawing, some are responsible for designing scenes, and some are responsible for Those who design special props, those who purchase props online, and those who are responsible for private furnishings... So there are specialties in the art industry, if you want to enter this industry in the future, you must find out what you are good at."
Ke Ling has been taking notes carefully the whole time.
Qi Linqing sat and listened attentively, very interested in the art direction that Fu Wenkou was talking about.
Qi Linqing likes movies and watched Douban TOP200 movies last year.
But he is unwilling to enter the entertainment industry as an actor.
There is no doubt that film is an emerging, dynamic form of documentary art.
Qi Linqing also wanted to get in touch and try.
He has great and boundless enthusiasm for all unknown arts.
"...Thank you everyone, today's lecture is here."
After Fu Wen finished speaking, he bowed to everyone.
Immediately there was warm applause from the audience.
Although some couldn't understand his perfunctory appearance, the leader had to admit that Fu Wen's explanations were profound and simple, and very informative.
It is indeed a master who has won Oscars and Golden Horse Awards. Even if he said it casually, it was not easy.
Qi Linqing got up with Ke Ling and left behind the crowd.
Ke Ling worshiped, the stars' eyes: "Fu Xuezhang is really good, I am his fans wow."
Qi Linqing: "Then why didn't you just stay and ask him for his autograph? I just saw a lot of people doing this."
Ke Ling slapped his thigh fiercely, "Oh, you didn't say it earlier!"
Then he turned around and ran away without a trace.
Qi Linqing smiled lightly.
He unhurriedly turned a corner at the intersection ahead, planning to take a walk alone in the secluded path in the woods behind the school.
The night wind blows gently, as if stroking a lover's face.
Qi Linqing raised her eyebrows, unconsciously thinking of someone.
He took out his mobile phone and sent Zhong Chen a message:
[doing what? ]
Just after posting, Qi Linqing suddenly saw fire splashing from the lawn not far away.
The flames were blazing and dancing, which was extremely dazzling.
He ran over in a few steps.
It turned out that a piece of white paper that fell out of the trash can was lit by a cigarette butt, and it was already half burnt.
Qi Linqing stomped on the fire and bent down to pick up the paper.
It was only then that he discovered that there were many patterned handwritings on the paper.
— like a sketch of a design for an ancient building.
"Throw it away for me, thank you." A male voice came from the opposite side.
Qi Linqing raised his head, and saw the man who was giving a lecture on the podium in the lecture hall just now, lazily nestling on the park bench opposite the trash can, crossing his legs.
Cigarette butts all over the floor.
Thinking about it, he was also the culprit who accidentally ignited the fire just now.
"Is this yours?" Qi Linqing asked while pinching the tissue paper.
Fu Wen coughed heavily twice. Under the dim light of night, he was as thin as if someone had cut his flesh with a knife. Protruding cheekbones, chapped lips. But even so, it can be seen that this face must have been handsome when he was young.
It's hard to imagine that such a person was once called a "genius" and "god" in the art direction industry.
"Well, it's mine. But it's useless now, so throw it away."
Fu Wen didn't even look at him, and continued to smoke.
Qi Linqing stared at the paper, thoughtful.
"There is something wrong here. The root line at 3/2 is not 45.4 by 198.4, but 55.98 by 195.78. And the wood stitching there is not right..."
Qi Linqing worked as a part-time civil engineer in his previous life, and he knew the drawings and designs of these ancient houses like the back of his hand.
It just so happens that the building on this paper is in Tang Dynasty style.
When he first saw it, he saw that it was full of mistakes.
Qi Linqing didn't notice that when he said these words, Fu Wen's eyes lit up little by little as if they were being ignited by fire.
This kind of completely antique design drawing is not easy for people who can understand it.
"You know?!" he doubted.
Qi Linqing: "I understand a little bit."
He pointed to this piece of paper and told Fu Wen about several mistakes.
Fu Wen didn't even smoke, stood up hastily, and took out the documents and materials he had just thrown away from the trash can.
"Come on, little brother, let me treat you to dinner, let's talk slowly..." He didn't think it was dirty, and put the paper into a ball in the pocket behind his buttocks.
Then he dragged Qi Linqing and walked out of the school.
Seven or eight in the evening.
The night market stalls near the school are full of fireworks.
Some sell stinky tofu, some sell grilled cold noodles, some sell fried skewers, fried noodles with fried rice, snail noodles, and Kanto cooking...
Many students will have supper here at night to beat teeth.
Fu Wen casually found an open-air barbecue stall, and found an empty seat to sit down.
"Miss Boss, here are thirty skewers of roasted kidneys, twenty skewers of roast meat, ten skewers of grilled sausages, roasted cabbage, one serving of roasted eggplant with mashed garlic, two bottles of snowflakes..." he yelled familiarly.
The proprietress who was busy in front of the grill responded loudly, "Okay!"
Surrounded by the stall were many female cats in heat, screaming one after another.
Qi Linqing looked at the greasy red plastic low stool for a while, took out a tissue and wiped it twice before sitting down.
He took the time to check the messages on his phone.
ten minutes ago.
Life is like tea: [What are you doing? ]
Zhong Chen: [Lying on the bed alone after taking a shower, guarding the empty room alone]
Qi Linqing: "..."
He silently put the phone away.
Fu Wen: "I remember you. It's a coincidence, the last time we met was at the police station, right?"
Qi Linqing smiled, nodded and said, "Yes."
"You are very popular on the Internet, and Lai Ze often mentioned it to me." Fu Wen said.
The skewers are not served yet. The proprietress came over with two bottles of cold beer and disposable plastic cups.
"By the way, your relationship with Mr. Reiser is—" he asked hesitantly.
Fu Wen fumbled for the cigarette case from his pocket again, and casually pulled out one and held it to his mouth.
"He's my ex-boyfriend."
The author has something to say: Maybe everyone has forgotten who Lai Ze is... .
He is the art director of "Tangyue Fengyun" that appeared at the beginning