An Ning didn't know why he cared so much about Qin Weihang's words. When he thought of Qin Weihang's contemptuous eyes, he felt terribly uncomfortable, and he couldn't even think about whether what Qin Weihang said was reasonable or not, and why did he say it.
He originally planned to return the clothes when he went to make up the class on the weekend, but now he didn't want to wait all day, so he called Qian Fei. , you can bring it over the weekend."
An Ning insisted on sending it back now: "Sister Qian Fei, are you at home now?"
"I'm in the company now."
"Then is it convenient for you to give me an address, and I will deliver it to your company."
Qian Fei was very surprised and asked, "What's the matter, why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's nothing," An Ning didn't tell the truth, "I'm outside right now," he got up and walked to the balcony, saying, "Just drop by."
"... Well, you can stay at the front desk when you arrive at the company."
Qian Fei sent him the address, and An Ning quickly packed up and went downstairs. He rushed to Qian Fei's company building, sent his pockets to the front desk, and left. It took more than an hour to drive back and forth. In the subway on the return journey, people lowered their heads and swiped their mobile phones to pass the time. But he couldn't get into his mind. He didn't know which station he was at now, and he didn't know what he should do to squeeze Qin Weihang's words out of his mind.
It was already evening when he returned to school. He went to the cafeteria to eat, then went back to the dormitory to turn on the computer, and ordered a cheap mobile phone online. The last step of the purchase was to scan the code, which made him stumped.
Too impulsive, should buy the phone and then return the phone...
He took out his old phone again, and prayed that it would be able to turn on while charging, but luck seemed to have left him suddenly on this day, and the phone seemed to be completely out of service. After the phone could not be turned on, he looked out the window helplessly. There was a public phone downstairs in the dormitory. He could also buy a phone card for a few dozen yuan, make a phone call at home, and ask his mother to help him pay. But he originally planned to wait for his mother's birthday in a week to make this call. Now that he made this call for help, the gifts and surprises would be in vain.
Let's try harder, thinking about this, he retracted his gaze, opened the ZFB website again, tried tenaciously for an hour, and finally retrieved the account number and password, logged in to the website, and completed the payment.
After all this was done, it was almost nine o'clock. An Ning lay on the desk in relief, feeling more tired than running 1,500 meters.
I chose a mobile phone that cost 600 yuan. After I placed the order, I made a calculation in my head. He can earn more than 2,000 yuan a month part-time, but this is all living expenses and tuition fees. There will be no extra at home. Give him money. The price in city A is twice that of his hometown. Originally, because the second-hand computer in the dormitory was a bit slow, I planned to save money for a computer. Now I can only postpone it. As for glasses, this The degree of the pair of glasses should be able to deal with it for a while, that is, the film is a bit spent, but it can only be replaced later.
After a long time at night, I remembered that I forgot to draw hot water. Before the water room was closed, I hurried downstairs with a water bottle. The aunt in the water room was a little surprised to see him and asked him why he came to draw water so late today. .
The hot water gurgled into the water bottle, and there was a mist of water on the lens immediately, and everything in front of him was blurred, as if a thick mist suddenly appeared in the night. He usually fetched water at dinner time, before it was dark. , even if the lens is foggy, you can still see the road under your feet. When asked by his aunt why he came so late today, he smiled and said something was delayed. Seriously speaking, it seems that nothing major has happened, but he has been living a peaceful and harmonious life step by step, but today is completely disrupted. Since seeing the poster of deep-water rock climbing, nothing is right.
Downstairs in the dormitory, I met Liang Shenghan and Xiaopang who came back from the Internet cafe. Liang Shenghan was surprised to see that he was in the dormitory at this point: "It's strange, do you have a day when you don't go to the library?"
Xiaopang asked him, "Brother Anning, have you read the WeChat I sent you?"
An Ning hesitated: "Oh, I lost my phone..."
Liang Shenghan was surprised: "Lost?!"
"No way," Xiaopang also sighed, "You really have a hard life. You lost your phone after only a few days of use. Such an expensive phone!"
An Ning nodded guiltily and said, "Yes."
Fortunately, the logistics of e-commerce was very fast, and the mobile phone was delivered the next day. Anning downloaded all the applications, logged in to WeChat, and saw Xiaopang's WeChat. There was also a message from Qian Fei that day. Qian Fei asked him in WeChat: What happened to the phone
An Ning quickly went back: "I'm sorry Sister Qian Fei, I thought about it, I'm still working and studying, it's a little inappropriate to use such an expensive mobile phone."
Qian Fei called him directly and asked him, "Did someone say something in the school?"
"No, it's just that I don't think it's appropriate..."
"Why do you think it's inappropriate? What's wrong with this?" Qian Fei's tone sounded like the chairman of a group for the first time, and she couldn't be refuted, "This is just a second-hand mobile phone, you don't need to spend a cent on it. Money, and I don't have to throw it away, just because it sells for 5,000 outside, would you rather spend extra money to buy a new phone than use it? Does this put the cart before the horse?"
An Ning was speechless when asked by Qian Fei.
Qian Fei said: "I don't care what other people say to you, you shouldn't care. It's the person who said you were wrong. He didn't respect you. You are not at fault at all."
That night, An Ning tossed and turned in bed, tangled and contradictory. Qian Fei's words were true at all, but why could he still not ignore Qin Weihang's words? Even when these two voices clashed in his mind, the one who finally won was always the winner. Qin Weihang.
How to blame Qin Weihang for not being right, for not respecting him
It was he himself who took the opinion of this unfamiliar roommate too seriously, and it seemed difficult to set things right.
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No one would have thought that Qin Weihang would come to a big class the next day. The third and fourth quarters in the morning were about the history of Chinese legal system. Qin Weihang appeared in the amphitheater, and everyone including Xiaopang and Liang Shenghan were surprised. When Qin Weihang entered the classroom, the back row of the amphitheater was already full, and the further he went, the emptier he went, he walked up and sat down to a vacant seat in the fifth row in the center by the aisle.
An Ning was looking down to sort out his notes, but suddenly a shadow in front of him blocked him. He was very tall. He raised his head subconsciously and saw Qin Weihang, who was wearing a short denim jacket and a black turtleneck sweater. He was dumbfounded.
Qin Weihang didn't look up when he leaned down and put down the seat. After sitting down, he still leaned back habitually, leaning heavily, and An Ning felt that all the seats in that row were shaken by him. He looked at Qin Weihang's shoulder, just within his reach, with an indescribable sense of oppression, making him a little unsure of what to do.
He guessed that maybe Qin Weihang didn't see him when he was choosing a seat. After all, he was writing with his head down. Later, Qin Weihang might have seen it, but he couldn't change another seat, so when he put down the seat, he didn't look up and pretended not to. see yourself.
So embarrassing, so embarrassing...
After Qin Weihang sat down, he actually regretted it a little. He didn't know why he chose this position. It felt too strange, like a demonstration. When he realized that it was really naive, he couldn't get up and change seats. Even if you sit in the back row, why do you want to sit in front of him, in a position where your weaknesses should be exposed at a glance? The other party can look at him at any time, but he doesn't know it, and he can't look back to confirm. It's a failure.
The teacher who teaches the history of Chinese legal system is an old professor of the law school. He is a short old man who wears a pair of old-fashioned glasses that have not been changed in many years. The class is full of witty words, often amusing the classroom with laughter. His classes are in the third or fourth quarter, so the attendance rate has been quite high, and he is often absent, probably only people like Qin Weihang.
Halfway through a class, the old professor talked about a case of collective sexual assault. The victim was a boy, and the perpetrators were a group of boys, but it did not reach the point of having an x-relationship. It was more like a kind of campus bullying, and the victim was Voluntarily accept this bullying. The old professor said he wanted to hear everyone's opinions, and looked around the classroom: "Do you want to take the initiative to say something?" Then I'll just pick a classmate," but put the roll to the side, "I'm too lazy to look through the roll, so please answer the school curator who has been absent."
Everyone in the lecture hall looked at Qin Weihang, and An Ning also looked at Qin Weihang in the front row. Qin Weihang's shoulders remained motionless, but his head was slightly lowered. The black high collar wrapped around his slightly drooping neck. He was wearing the diving watch. Putting his hand forward on the desk, he flipped through the textbook, not wanting to respond.
The old professor laughed and said to the group, "He doesn't want to admit it, why doesn't he want to admit it? If I were a school curator, I would stand up generously."
Qin Weihang still doesn't recognize it, but An Ning can see from the slow rise and fall of his shoulders with his breathing that he is not really calm, he is just trying to calm himself. Like a monk sitting upright and knocking on a wooden fish, after a long time, he can knock out his heart like still water.
The old professor asked them all, "What's his name, what is Qin?"
Several voices in the classroom said "Qin Weihang", the old professor looked in Qin Weihang's direction again and raised his hand: "Then Qin Weihang, please talk about it, I also want to hear that you have been absent from my class for so long, yes It's not a high opinion."
An Ning saw Qin Weihang's hand on the edge of the table put down, he dragged on the seat for a while before finally standing up.
He put his figure behind An Ning together, An Ning looked up at Qin Weihang's back, and heard his voice sound above his head, with the calmness of an eminent monk who did not match his age, he said, "I don't know."
The old professor raised his eyebrows: "You don't know that you always have an attitude, what is your attitude?"
Qin Weihang thought for a while and said, "chemical castration." Still very calm.
There was an uproar.
The old professor said, "Your attitude is to hate evil like hatred, but it is useless to just hate evil like hatred. We live in a society ruled by law. I would like to ask, why do you study the Fa?"
This question really hits the spot, not only An Ning is curious, but many people are also curious.
The old professor looked at the school grass and joked: "I think you should prefer being Batman."
The classroom burst into laughter.
At the Qinwei terminal, with a slow breathing sound that only An Ning could feel, he said, "Eat the food."
Rao is that Qin Weihang's voice is still very calm, and the good-tempered old professor rarely has a bad face. Finally, he waved his hand: "Okay, you can sit down." Then he suddenly clicked on An Ning, "Come on, the classmates behind the school grass. , tell me what you think."
An Ning thought that this was the worst script ever. Qin Weihang sat down and stood up again, but was rarely speechless.
The old professor looked at him and said, "Is it true that you are studying the Fa to make a living?"
An Ning regained some sense. He answered cautiously throughout the whole process, saying "I think", "I feel", "probably", "maybe", and "I'm not sure", for fear of showing off.
Qin Weihang was sitting in front of him, but he couldn't see Qin Weihang's expression, only the black shiny hair on Qin Weihang's head, he said "I think", Qin Weihang, who was leaning on the back of the chair, sat up and opened the door. The mobile phone, which was held by Qin Weihang below, between the desk drawer and his thigh, An Ning could see the opening advertisement above when he lowered his head a little. It was Sui Qingchi's endorsement of Fubao mineral water. Qin Weihang had one Holding the phone in hand, the thumb swiped down a few times, and the pictures and text scrolled at a dizzying speed.
It was just a few words. An Ning felt as if he had taught a lesson, because Qin Weihang seemed impatient with the rhythm of sliding his fingers. He didn't seem to be knocking on his wooden fish anymore. He changed from an eminent monk to an ordinary nineteen-year-old boy. Mood swings are so obvious.
An Ning always felt that even just listening to his voice, Qin Weihang was emitting cold air all over his body. He quickly sat down after answering under huge pressure. With such a completely illogical speech, the old professor still affirmed it, and then deliberately or unintentionally put it. Qin Weihang mentioned it as a negative teaching material, and An Ning saw that Qin Weihang was indifferent even on the back of his head, his shoulders no longer rose slowly, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.