"You don't need to worry about it." Yan Chuyang interrupted him sullenly, "I'm a man, so I don't need to worry about such things!"
After speaking, the boy turned and went upstairs.
He couldn't stay there for a second.
I don't feel for you, I don't feel for you, I don't feel for you!
How many times is this person going to say that? He knows he doesn't like him, but there's no need to repeat it in his ear over and over again, right
Could it be that he really couldn't tell at all that he liked him? !
The bedroom door was closed, Yan Chuyang collapsed on the bed weakly, pulled the pillow over, pressed his head and thought, when will this knowing blow from time to time end
In other words, when will he give up completely
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After the competition, Yan Chuyang threw himself into the torrent of reviewing for the university final exam.
It's already mid-June, and the summer vacation will be in a few days. Because he has devoted too much time to the comic exhibition competition, he missed a lot of classes, and the end of the semester is approaching. He obviously feels that he is a little powerless.
After school at noon, Yan Chuyang went home with a pile of class notes collected from his classmates.
In June, the weather has changed from the coolness of early autumn to the sweltering heat of summer.
When he rode his bicycle home, even though he was only wearing a T-shirt, Yan Chuyang felt that he was too dry.
"It's so hot." As soon as he entered the door, the boy ran directly to the refrigerator to get ice cream, but as soon as he opened the refrigerator door, his hand was pressed.
"Hello?" Yan Chuyang turned his head and glared at the person next to him, "Take your hands away, I'm very hot, I want to eat ice cream!"
Wei Qing brushed his hand away, closed the refrigerator door again, and said calmly: "As far as I know, you should have eaten a box in the morning, right?"
"Is that a box in the morning?" Yan Chuyang raised his voice, "It's only a small spoonful, but I dug it from you. Why are you so unreasonable?"
"I'm just being unreasonable." Wei Qing pulled the boy's hand over, wiped him with a towel soaked in cold water, and said, "The weather is repeated now, and I'm very afraid of heat, so I must ensure that there is ice cream in the refrigerator all the time. In other words, the ice cream is mine, you can't touch it."
"There's a bucket in the refrigerator!" Yan Chuyang said speechlessly, "I just want to eat a little, and I won't delay you!"
"I don't care." Wei Qing snorted, and threw the towel on the coffee table, "Anyway, you can't touch the ice cream without my permission."
As he said that, the man suddenly raised his hand, lifted the T-shirt, sneaked in along the corner of the boy's clothes, touched his slender waist, and frowned, "It's so hot? Why don't you sweat?"
Yan Chuyang was stunned, and didn't know why the topic suddenly changed from ice cream to here, and he was stunned for a while and said, "I don't know, maybe it's because of my physique. Sweat a little."
Wei Qing frowned, touched the boy's back with his big hands upward, and after making sure that he didn't feel any sweat, he sighed slightly and said, "Sweating is a way of metabolism. If you don't sweat all the time, your immunity must be strong." If you are worse than others, you will catch a cold more easily.”
"It's okay." The boy shrugged, "I've been here for so many years, and I haven't seen any hindrance to me."
Wei Qing shook his head in displeasure: "You are too careless. I think it has something to do with your stomach. When the summer vacation is over, I will hand over the work and accompany you to the hospital for a proper check-up. A cold stomach is not a trivial matter."
"Hey!" Yan Chuyang slumped his shoulders helplessly, and hummed, "If you have a cold stomach, you should eat more ice cream, and fight poison with poison."
"Don't even think about ice cream." Wei Qing snorted coldly, "Starting tomorrow, soak your feet in hot water, take a shower in hot water, and dare to eat iced drinks without restraint, just wait a little longer."
While talking, the doorbell rang suddenly.
"Hello, courier."
Wei Qing turned to look at Yan Chuyang: "Have you bought anything online?"
"No." The boy rubbed his neck and said, "I've been so busy recently, how can I have time to shop online."
Wei Qing squinted his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It can't be that your results in some comic exhibition competition have come down."
Yan Chuyang straightened his shoulders nervously, and shook his head after thinking for a while: "No, the result will be published the day after tomorrow, and it will be sent two days later. How could it be so fast?"
Wei Qing didn't speak, and turned to open the door.
"Hello." The courier handed over a package and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Yan Chuyang?"
The man turned his head and shouted: "Yan Chuyang, your express mail."
Yan Chuyang was sneaking around, wanting to take a sip of ice cream while Wei Qing was signing for it, but he didn't expect that the package was his own, and the spoon hadn't even touched the ice cream bucket. I had no choice but to stand up dejectedly, turned around and muttered, "How could it be mine? There must be a mistake, who will send me a courier inexplicably?"
The courier brother smiled awkwardly, and repeated: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Yan Chuyang?"
Yan Chuyang nodded: "I am."
The courier brother breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the express and said
"Please sign for it."
Yan Chuyang turned around, looked at Wei Qing and said, "Pen."
The man took a pen from his shirt pocket and handed it to him.
After signing the name, the courier brother left.
Yan Chuyang flipped through the express mail for a while, then looked at Wei Qing in confusion and said, "Say, who will send me something?"
"Open it and see if it's all right." Wei Qing took the paper bag from his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can I take it apart?"
"Demolition," the boy shrugged defenselessly, "I don't have any secrets."
Wei Qing smiled in satisfaction, stretched out his arms and rubbed the top of the boy's soft head, and said, "You're so good."
Yan Chuyang let out a snort, her ears blushing, and shook off the man's hand.
Wei Qing lowered his hand, tore off the plastic seal of the express mail, and pulled out an envelope from inside.
"Letter?" Yan Chuyang snatched it over and flipped through the envelope. There was no signature on it, only the words Send Yan Chuyang.
The boy tore open the envelope, and poured out a piece of letter paper and a landscape promotional picture from inside.