It was still windy and rainy outside, and Qin Weihang, who was sitting by the window, suddenly said, "Thank you."
An Ning retracted his thoughts: "Thank me for what?"
"Help me make up lessons." Qin Weihang said.
"Ah, this," An Ning laughed, "You're welcome, you even taught me to climb!"
"Climbing is just a hobby," Qin Weihang put his right elbow on the desk. "You can join the club without teaching you. If you don't make up for me, I may fail the class."
As he spoke, he leaned back relaxedly, and he sat out of the sofa for such an inconspicuous desk and chair.
An Ning didn't know why Qin Weihang suddenly said these things, but he seemed to understand a little bit, so it was not without reason that Qin Weihang was kind to him. This makes sense, but there is still a faint sense of loss in my heart, as if Qin Weihang's behavior can't be justified, then his liking will have a little hope.
After he finished dragging the floor, he began to put down the chairs one by one. Qin Weihang also got up and helped to lift the row of chairs down. The two of them carried the same chair. When Qin Weihang looks at people seriously, it's really hard to resist... He couldn't help thinking, his dark, cold eyes, and a little slack, but how could he be so like a whirlpool
The feeling of enlightenment came again, the chair in his hand sank suddenly, and he almost let go when he was distracted. Qin Weihang probably saw that he was also carrying the chair and let go of his hand. When the chair almost hit the ground, Qin Weihang was quick again. Lift it up. There was a rumbling sound in An Ning's ears, not knowing whether it was the thunder outside the window or the thunder in his heart. He only felt that the hand holding the chair couldn't do anything, so he just made a mechanical movement of holding the chair, like performing a pantomime, the chair was completely stabilized on the ground with a thud under Qin Weihang's control.
Will Qin Weihang notice his unnaturalness? Since the weight of the chair was his own, he must have felt it...
An Ning was cramped, and now that the classroom has been cleaned, he had no choice but to say: "I don't know how long it will take for the rain to stop."
Qin Weihang lowered his head and sneezed, and An Ning turned around to the place where the backpack was placed, and brought the military-style jacket over.
Qin Weihang took the clothes and put them on. After putting them on, he raised his neckline. He leaned back on the desk, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, leaned on the desk and relaxed, and raised his chin to him: "Go ahead. Not the library anymore."
An Ning looked at the wind and rain outside the window and nodded: "But there are ready-made classrooms here for self-study, but I don't worry about that."
Qin Weihang looked at him sideways for a while and asked, "What about me?"
An Ning was stunned when asked.
"You're studying, what am I doing?"
Qin Weihang looked at him with a feline-like unhappiness in his eyes. He was like an oversized black cat. He didn't say anything, but was wrapped in low air to block his door and prevent him from going out.
An Ning had an idea: "I also brought college English, which I can lend to you."
"..." Qin Weihang stared at him for a while speechless, and finally said firmly, "I don't read books."
Qin Weihang's resistance is visible to the naked eye, and looking at his face, it is not too much to say that he has a rebellious mentality. An Ning finally realized it later, and immediately apologized: "Then I won't watch it, I'll accompany you!"
Qin Weihang smiled calmly, thinking that he was a little dull. He nodded and said, "Then chat with me."
An Ning also leaned against the desk, thinking about the topic: "What to talk about..."
"Let's talk about you," Qin Weihang looked at him sideways, "you know I like rock climbing and motorcycles, but I don't know what you like."
After thinking about it for a long time, An Ning couldn't tell. He really didn't seem to have any hobbies comparable to Qin Weihang's: "Reading books?"
Qin Weihang smiled, and he lowered his head when he smiled, retracted his long right leg, stepped on the support at the bottom of the desk, and said, "I guess it is too."
An Ning has always been curious about Qin Weihang, but has never had the opportunity to communicate with him in depth. Being trapped in the classroom is a good opportunity. He dared to ask, "Why do you like rock climbing?" Qin Weihang raised his head and looked at him. Looking out the window, the hail stopped, and the rain was blown by the wind over their window, like a graceful gauze, he said: "Because I feel free."
Anning was a little surprised: "I thought people who like rock climbing like the feeling of conquering nature and challenging themselves."
Qin Weihang said, "You can't conquer nature, I just want to be with nature...how to say," he frowned, as if he thought about it a little, "communicate and be friends."
This answer attracted An Ning, and he even thought with some surprise, yes, this should be Qin Weihang's answer, both reasonable and unexpected. He asked Qin Weihang about this, just to hear such a confession, to explore those parts of his heart that are unknown to outsiders and extremely charming.
"Climbing is still dangerous, especially in the wild, have you never been afraid?" he asked.
Qin Weihang looked out of the window and said, "We are on the fifth floor now. At this height, I can climb with my bare hands without any equipment, but apart from the window sill, there is really nothing for you to grab and step on. The cliffs in the wild may look higher than here. It's more dangerous, but it has more places for you to lean on, so it's actually not dangerous, it's just higher, but it doesn't mean that you will definitely fall, the place that is easy to fall is dangerous, and it is not easy to fall No matter how high it is, it’s not dangerous. You don’t feel dangerous when you fly.”
An Ning said with emotion: "I have never been on a plane before..."
Qin Weihang turned his head to look at him, didn't speak for a while, and finally lowered his head and laughed, took his hands out of his pockets, and put them on his chest: "I seem to have taken advantage of you by doing this."
An Ning was a little embarrassed, and lowered her head to help her glasses, but she didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, not at all.
Qin Weihang said, "I can't find many people who haven't been on a plane these days." He suddenly got closer to him, as if watching him, and then said, "You are a rare animal."
Qin Weihang's guttural voice was muffled, An Ning couldn't control his blushing and red ears, and he didn't know whether it was because of what he said, or because he leaned over to observe his appearance. He even touched Qin Weihang's breath, he swallowed his saliva and pretended to be relaxed. Said, "Don't make fun of me."
Qin Weihang let him go, turned his head away, looked out the window and said, "one day you will still fly, and then you will say goodbye to your naivety."
An Ning smiled: "Why do you say goodbye to innocence by plane?"
Qin Weihang said: "According to my mother, the first time I flew on a plane was when I was two years old, but I have no memory, so I also longed to fly in the sky when I was very young. I thought that flying in a plane would feel like a bird. The one time I remember flying was at the age of six, and since then I haven't had much yearning for flying in the sky." He stopped here, as if to confirm whether it was true or not, and then continued. Said, "I really envy those ancients, they think 'a line of egrets on the blue sky' is beautiful, Chang'e flying to the moon is beautiful, walking in the clouds is beautiful, they also imagine that there are gods living in the sky, we fly in the sky every day, and already feel uncomfortable. To the kind of beauty that touches the sky. But you can."
This is Qin Weihang's inner world, An Ning listened carefully, empathized earnestly, and couldn't help but earnestly regret: "I'm not that naive anymore, although I haven't been on a plane, I have seen others and watched movies. TV, in fact, I have nothing to look forward to."
Qin Weihang said: "The first time you see the sea of clouds, you will still be attracted, even if you have seen it on TV," he looked over again, his eyes were as deep and bright as when he first saw it, "I told you that hail is Little Ice Cube, don't you want to see it with your own eyes? If the moment of flying into the sky comes, you have to feel it well."
Those eyes were so contagious, and the boring flight experience seemed to come alive in Qin Weihang's words, An Ning nodded involuntarily and said, "Okay."
It was not the first time he had told others that he had never been on a plane, but it was the first time he had received such a miraculous answer, and the heavy heart palpitations seemed to have accumulated to a climax at this moment. Although this heartbeat was indescribable, it truly shocked him.
Qin Weihang stood up leaning against the edge of the table. He walked to the window and put his hands on the window lattice. Because of his height, his back was slightly carried. An Ning looked at his back with such a beautiful posture. It was raining outside the window. It's like standing in front of the light. "I still have dreams," Qin Weihang said. "I also want to go to space to see what the earth looks like and what the sun really looks like in the universe."
An Ning heard the real yearning in his tone, and then heard Qin Weihang's voice sink:
"I don't want to study Fa, I originally wanted to be an astronaut."
An Ning didn't know why Qin Weihang couldn't move in the direction of his dream, but he believed that as long as he had the chance, Qin Weihang would still go for this dream.
"I hope your dream will come true one day." He couldn't help but want to bless him.
Qin Weihang turned his head, looked at him, and said lightly, "I hope that day will come." He stood by the window, this time they did not stand side by side, but chatted face to face, Qin Weihang said, "Why are you talking about me? , isn't it good to talk about you?"
An Ning is ashamed, he is too ordinary: "I have nothing to say."
"Don't you want to be a public interest lawyer?" Qin Weihang said, "Then I also wish you a dream come true one day."
I don't know when the rain is getting smaller, the sky is lit up, and the sunset is faintly emerging on the horizon. The gorgeous purple-red is like a wave. It is not a rainbow, it is better than a rainbow.
An Ning felt today, for sure, that he was in love, and although it was only one-sided, the experience was still wonderful and wonderful. For this, he even wanted to thank Qin Weihang.