The next day, Qin Weihang slept until 10:30 before waking up. When he sat up, he found that the bed opposite was empty and the quilt was neatly folded. He got out of bed from the top bunk and saw the breakfast on his desk. and a sticky note:
—Qin Weihang, I’m going to the library, and I’m going to tutor in the afternoon. On the first day of your stay, I’m afraid you’ll oversleep and miss the breakfast in the cafeteria, so I brought a copy for you. The housekeeper has a microwave for heating. If you have anything else unclear, you can ask me on WeChat. -peaceful.
He tore off the post-it note and looked at it: "The words are not good-looking, Xueba..."
Then he lowered his fingers and opened the pocket, which contained a tea egg, a bag of Xiao Long Bao and a glass of milk.
***
An Ning studied in the library all morning, and his efficiency was a bit low. He was always thinking about WeChat, but every time he took out his mobile phone to look at it, he didn't see Qin Weihang sending him WeChat. After lunch at noon, he took the subway to Lantian County. After getting on the subway, he remembered, today is Sunday, why did Qin Weihang move back yesterday? It seems more appropriate for him to come back today.
Later, I thought that I might just come here after I quit the lease, or maybe I want to adapt to it a day earlier
The subway station announcement sounded, and he was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had arrived at the station. He got up and got out of the subway in a hurry.
All he thought about this morning was Qin Weihang, and his mind was a little slow.
***
Qin Weihang also went to Lantian County that day. When taking Zhong Jing to the hospital, the car passed by Qian Fei's house. He saw An Ning walking up the corner with a backpack on his back. look.
Maybe it's memorizing words and laws
There was some standing water on the road ahead, and he drove slowly as he passed.
Zhong Jing was closing his eyes and resting, but the speed of the car suddenly slowed down. He opened his eyes in puzzlement, and saw Qin Weihang slowed down and passed the stagnant water, and the water didn't splash at all.
It splashed like a motorboat last time, this kid has turned sex
Qin Weihang drove very silently today. Zhong Jing asked him several times, but he didn't hear him. He was stunned for a while before asking "what did you say?". When waiting for the red light, Qin Weihang rested his elbow on the car window and rubbed his chin lightly. I don't know what to think.
Zhong Jing coughed and said, "Why did you go to Qian Fei's house inexplicably that day?"
Qin Weihang started the car, but didn't say anything, I don't know if he didn't hear it again.
Zhong Jing felt that this kid's state of mind was probably aroused by that aspect of his mind, so he reminded him earnestly: "Xiaohang, don't blame me for being too talkative, you haven't learned anything about this before, if you really like it Who, I'm happy for you too, but you have to take it step by step, don't scare people..."
Qin Weihang interrupted him: "You think too much."
Zhong Jing muttered, "I hope."
When he got off the bus at the hospital, Zhong Jing remembered and said, "By the way, your dad called me to ask about your situation at school. Are you father and son..."
Qin Weihang interrupted him directly by saying "don't say it", and pushed the wheelchair into the elevator.
After entering the elevator, Qin Weihang pressed the floor behind him, and then skillfully helped him turn the wheelchair. The elevator door was mirrored. Zhong Jing saw Qin Weihang standing against the wall behind him, with his hands in the pockets of his white sweater. Staring coldly at the floor numbers, he shut his mouth wisely.
Qin Weihang's father was always absent when Qin Weihang was growing up. Later, Qin Weihang's mother passed away, and Qin Guanzhong remembered to do his duty as a father, but he missed Qin Weihang's rebellious period. Qin Weihang was not an ordinary rebellious one. It's too late to make amends. To be honest, Qin Weihang doesn't rely on his father to live now. When his mother passed away, he left a trust fund for him, and the income is quite considerable. Even if Qin Weihang doesn't move the money, the bonus from his work and participation in the competition is enough to support him alone. of life. In other words, he really felt the same with or without this dad. So now you have to persuade him to reconcile with this dad, so that you won't think you are doing him a favor.
After returning from rehabilitation, Mu Dan also came back from the troupe and brought vegetables from the supermarket by the way. Zhong Jing asked Qin Weihang, "Are you staying for dinner?"
Qin Weihang picked up his backpack and put it on his shoulders and said, "Eat it yourself."
That tone was very boring. Zhong Jing pouted.
Qin Weihang passed the kitchen and said hello to Mu Dan: "Teacher, I'll go first."
This "Teacher" made Zhong Jing almost laugh out loud, his humble and polite tone was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from when he was talking to him. And why are you called Mr. Mu Dan? What did my wife teach you? Is it her husband who taught you
Mu Dan turned around and said, "You stay and eat!"
Qin Weihang said, "No, eat slowly."
Qin Weihang lowered his head and put on his shoes at the entrance. Zhong Jing came over with an electric wheelchair, winked, and whispered, "Qian Fei seems to be at home today."
Qin Weihang glanced up at him, pretended not to hear, changed his shoes, turned around, opened the door and left.
***
Yu Ran felt that the sun came out from the west.
He hadn't been to the climbing gym for several days, but when he came today, he saw Qin Weihang chatting with someone, who was a female rock friend!
The person who chatted with Qin Weihang recognized that he was a frequent visitor to the Jidao Climbing Center. He was 28 years old, a female white-collar worker in the company, and wore a pair of glasses.
He and Zhong Jing always felt that Qin Weihang was like a dead stone. They didn't expect that the wave of enlightenment could not stop for a while, and how could they like people much older than him? Could it be that there is an Oedipus complex
Thinking about Qin Weihang's life experience again, I suddenly feel a little sad, even if there is a little Oedipus complex, it seems to be quite understandable...
He walked over without a word, and when he passed behind the two people, he heard Qin Weihang asking each other about the precautions for rock climbing with glasses.
The white-collar lady is obviously also an admirer of this young rock climbing god. She is very enthusiastic and will answer any questions: "... It's actually fine to wear a climbing helmet, and the frame glasses will not loosen easily as long as they are fixed. I just learned rock climbing before. Sometimes I try to wear invisibility, but my eyes are prone to allergies. Later, there are more occasions when I wear a frame than an invisible one. However, if you are a novice, I don’t think it’s a big problem to wear a frame in a climbing gym. It’s better to wear an invisible frame when going out for wild climbing. "
Qin Weihang nodded, saying thank you. After thinking for a long time, Yu Ran didn't remember any of Qin Weihang's new students wearing glasses.
The white-collar lady smiled and said, "You are very careful, as a coach."
"Just asking." Qin Weihang said.
Yu Ran pouted, it seems that this kid also has self-knowledge, and the word "careful" also knows that he is ashamed. I don't know how Tang Zi felt when she saw this scene.
The white-collar lady said, "You should have worn it too. You can think of it as goggles or sunglasses."
Qin Weihang said that I have never worn it.
The white-collar lady stared at him with a look of admiration, and finally said, "As expected of you... You don't even wear a mountaineering helmet for wild climbing, right?"
Qin Weihang just smiled lightly.
Yu Ran said to the back: "Yes!"
Qin Weihang turned his head, Yu Ran had already moved away.
After the coaching task that day was completed, when the training hall was empty, Qin Weihang stayed by himself as usual. He first packed up the bouldering mat, then walked to the side and took out a glasses case from his backpack. Inside was a pair of glasses. Flat glasses, and after putting them on, he took a mountaineering helmet and put it on, tying it on his chin.
It felt both unfamiliar and familiar. He started rock climbing when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and his helmet and seat belt did not fall off. He looked like a positive rock climbing teenager. After Zhong Jing's accident, he should have been more careful, but he didn't. I love wearing a helmet. At first everyone said he was too dangerous and lethal, but everyone shut up after seeing his climbing skills.
A master can be willful. Zhong Jing said this himself, so Zhong Jing didn't talk about him later.
He hadn't worn a mountaineering helmet for a long time. After wearing it, he adjusted the position of the glasses on the bridge of his nose and pushed them with his hand. After pushing it, he thought of An Ning's head down and pushing the frame, and he said to himself inexplicably. Language: "Is it really fun to slide or push..."
Unable to think of a clue, he walked to the bouldering wall and started training. He found that if the glasses were not fastened tightly without a climbing helmet, they would still be slippery. Especially when looking up, the lenses would always touch his eyelashes, and it was easy to sweat. Flowers, need to stop and wait for a while to recover. He jumped off the bouldering wall, quickly took off his helmet and glasses after landing, took a breath, walked to the side, picked up his mobile phone, and sent a WeChat message to the former female rock friend.
Chief: How to solve the fogging of the lens
The white-collar lady quickly replied: there is that kind of anti-fog spray, if you don't have it, you can apply a little soap and wipe it off with a mirror cloth.
Qin Weihang returned a thank you, went to the bathroom to find a piece of soap, followed the same method, and then sighed at the lens, and it was amazing that there was really no fog. He raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction.