On Monday morning, I ran into Lu Chengze on the subway again. I think he has mastered the technique of standing still, especially this rabbit is no longer hesitant, looking forward to it, and is no longer afraid to bump into the same small poplar.
Today's Xiao Baiyang has a seat to sit, which is several sections shorter than the last time, but it has not been overwhelmed by the crowd.
Because his head was very high, he looked left and right.
I saw him first, but didn't call him, until he found me, I tilted my head as a greeting.
He curled his lips and stood up, trying to give me his seat.
I didn't refuse, I sat down and said hello: "Morning, little panda."
"Morning, Qi Miao." He looked at me from a high place with red lips and white teeth.
We don't say "what a coincidence" anymore. At this point in time, this carriage was already a tacit agreement.
He handed me the McDonald's paper bag in his left hand.
I paused, didn't answer, and pretended to be stupid: "What is this?"
Lu Cheng said, "Breakfast."
I still didn't move: "Whose breakfast?"
He replied, "It's not your breakfast, it's my breakfast."
I laughed: "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Lu Cheng shook his head: "No."
I said, "No, I've already eaten it," and muttered softly, "Besides, it wasn't originally for me, right?"
"Why isn't it for you?" His tone seldom fluctuated so much, as if being wronged by me was something very serious.
I was amused by his reaction: "You can't guarantee to meet me."
"So I said," he didn't get confused by me, and still maintained a good logic: "It's not your breakfast, it's my breakfast."
I put my hand on the tote bag on my leg: "If I take it away, won't you be hungry when you go to the company?"
Lu Cheng said: "It's not difficult to buy again."
I sighed: "You can eat it. I ate it at home, thank you."
Lu Chengze then lowered his hand that had been hanging for a long time.
There was a couple of men and women next to him, watching us all the time, watching the whole process of this handsome guy being declined, and the handsome guy didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.
One stop away from Xilin Lake, the old lady next to me got out of the car, and Lu Cheng acted swiftly to occupy the seat like he was playing with a stool when he was a child.
I watched him take off his backpack. It was a smoky gray bag with a distinct brand style. At first glance, I knew it was Issey Miyake.
I joked: "Do you programmers have to have a checkered item? Like a talisman."
Lu Cheng did not deny it: "Maybe."
Lu Chengze's clothes are good, clean and refreshing. They don't pursue trendy brands and are not fancy, but there are many details and traces of meticulous cleaning.
Is it because of me? Or is he just good self-management
Either way, it's enough to make the corners of my mouth turn up.
I glanced at him again: "There is only one stop left, and I have to sit over."
He corrected me: "It's three stops."
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Not long after returning to the company, Lu Chengze came to report to me on WeChat. Can I use a pretentious adjective like "report", but he really made me feel that way.
He said: I am very busy today, and I may not be able to reply to the news in time.
I smiled: busy, I am also busy.
Who is not yet a struggling social animal.
There is a meeting in the morning and a draft in the afternoon. When I came back from the client company, it was already evening.
I was sitting in the second row of the company's commercial car, by the window.
It was very stuffy in the car, so I lowered the window, the sky outside was very beautiful, the orange and pink mixed colors, and the whole city was smudged into a screen.
I heard the car navigation report, Xilin Lake Park is 200 meters ahead.
I was slightly startled and asked my colleague who was driving: "Is Xilin Lake in front?"
He turned around halfway: "Yes."
I asked, "Is it alright to go back to the company later. Can you let me go down ahead?"
The head of the copywriting team sitting in the row with me said, "Aren't you going to eat with us?"
I shook my head, got off the car at the entrance of the park, opened the map, followed the navigation instructions and walked 600 meters to the main gate of Guangniu Park.
I glanced at the uniformed uncle in the security booth, lowered my head and sent a message to Lu Chengze: Are you busy
Lu Chengze: Okay, ready to eat.
I'm typing, can I take time out - delete - re-edit - convenient for twenty minutes? Something might require your participation, but it's not important, so it's okay to say no.
He said: What's the matter, half an hour is fine.
I smiled and sent him my location: I want to invite you to watch the sunset.
Lu Chengze was really surprised:
Ask again: where are you
I said: at the door.
Guangniu is worthy of being a big factory, and the park is ridiculously large. Just to meet me on the way, let Lu Cheng take ten minutes, or if we run fast, we only have twenty minutes left.
He explained a few words to the doorman, who let me in.
When I followed him inside, I felt sorry for my whim: "I'm sorry, I just came back from outside, I happened to pass by your park, and the sky was so beautiful, so..."
Lu Cheng was panting slightly and raised his eyes. He probably hadn't had time to look at the sky, but he was stunned for a moment, and commented: "It's very beautiful."
I asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
As he took off his work card, he said, "Not yet, let's go out to eat."
I stopped: "Don't pick it, I didn't come here to eat."
Lu Cheng looked at me: "you invite me to watch the sunset, I'll invite you to dinner, respectful exchanges"
"Besides, it's silly to wear this," he said honestly, holding the badge between his fingers.
My eyes fell on the upside-down two-inch photo: "It's not stupid." It looks handsome in this way.
"No," his smile became brighter in the darker environment: "It's silly."
"Can I have a look?" I asked.
He stopped wrapping his hand around the lanyard and unfolded it to me.
I looked down and looked at him. He was the same in the ID photo as he is now. His smile was as clear as ever: "When was it taken?"
Lu Cheng said: "The year before last, I just came to Guang New, and the department uniformly filmed it."
I handed the badge back and looked at it from afar, and found that the sky had changed color unknowingly: "It was orange powder just now, but now it's blue powder."
Lu Cheng followed his eyes and said, "I thought of a movie."
I looked sideways: "Which one?"
He didn't answer, but suddenly began to whistle, a familiar prelude.
I smiled knowingly and said the movie's title: "La La Land." In it, it was the same sky.
He turned to look at me: "Have you seen it?"
I nodded, hummed the first lyric, and told him that I have not only seen this song, but I am also familiar with this song: "City of stars, Are you shining just for me? (City of stars, are you shining just for me? I shine alone?)"
Lu Cheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he followed Jay Chou's speech: "Not bad."
He went on to sing my line:
"City of stars
(City of Stars)
There's so much that I can't see
(There is so much incomprehensible in the world)
Who knows
(Who can understand)"
His voice is different from Gosling's, it's more clear, but his words are standard and not out of tune, so he doesn't play.
At the end of this paragraph, he made another gesture of invitation.
I was stunned.
He raised his chin: "Go on."
I begged for mercy: "I only know that one sentence."
He said, "Hmph, it's okay."
I let out a long sigh, respectful rather than obedient.
…
“Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else
(Yeah, everyone wants to find love from some equally lonely soul)
A rush
(perhaps a moment of rubbing shoulders)
A glance
(Or look up for a moment)
A touch
(perhaps a light touch)
A dance
(or dance with joy)"
So, we sang this song in a low voice until we reached the border of Sunset, the end of the road. Whoever can't remember the next sentence, the other one will fill in it. Of course, forgetting words and cassettes are indispensable, but no one cares.
On the way back, I was still humming and reminiscing the melody, while Lu Cheng also walked quietly. The avenues of their park are wide and long, seemingly endless. The lights on both sides of the road were lit one by one, and in a corner of the insignificant city, I was immersed in the deep blue and pink sea, as if I had become the protagonist of a romantic film.
When approaching the gate, Lu Cheng received a call, and I guess the separation was close.
Do something.
The moment the thought came out, a strong surge of heat formed in my body. My chest was burning hot.
I stared at Lu Chengze and hung up the phone, lowered my hand, and squeezed an apologetic smile at me.
I called him before he opened his mouth: "Lu Chengze."
Him: "Hmm."
Without hesitation, I took two steps forward, tiptoed, and rubbed his lips. The whole process was light and short, and his lips were dry and soft enough to make the rubbing seem less concrete and practical, as if it had never happened.
But—there was still something extraordinarily gorgeous that exploded in my mind, like a nebula splashing out of a large galaxy. The stamina was strong, and I tried my best to control the ups and downs of my chest.
Lu Cheng looked at me in surprise and didn't move.
His face, visibly reddened to the naked eye, was still progressive, spreading to the pinna at a frantic speed, just like the sky just now, the pink sky.
I searched for myself in his bright pupils, as if by doing this, I could shift the center of gravity, so that I wouldn't be tense and stiff, so that I could explain the impulse of the previous moment smoothly, and then I thought, there is nothing to explain. The sky is beautiful, the music is beautiful, the atmosphere is beautiful, that's all.
I also firmly believe that I am generous and natural, and have nothing to do with excessive sneak attacks.
"I'll go first." I said.
He had just woken up, and fanned his lower eyelashes.
Looking at him for another second, I'm afraid I'll be shy and remorseful, so I hurriedly said, "Go back too, bye."
After turning around and walking out a few steps, I suddenly heard him calling me loudly, "Qi Miao."
Just as I was about to turn around, my wrist was already grasped. This was the first time that Lu Chengze had truly covered the power of his limbs on my skin, with his hot palms, strong knuckles, and indifference to the pulling and control of his beak. Pandas are also beasts.
He didn't know the next sentence, he just wanted to say something to me. I guessed unkindly in the crazy heart rate, and started to brew the tyrant's quotations, don't worry, I will be responsible.
But Lu Cheng didn't. Under the dark blue night, he looked at me oppressively for a few seconds before letting go, "I'll call you a car."
I said, "No, go back, it's not difficult to get a taxi here."
Because of the kiss just now, I became concerned about his lips. In the past, his beautiful eyebrows were more attractive.
"You got lipstick on." Thanks to a few more glances, I made a new discovery.
Lu Cheng was taken aback: "Where?"
I think he must be in a mess, otherwise how can he ask such a low-end question.
I raised my hand and rubbed his lips with my thumb twice, much stronger than the kiss just now.
Just as he was about to put it down, Lu Cheng suddenly grabbed my wrist, keeping his lips against my fingertips, pressing the place where I had kissed and rubbed not long ago.
This reaction made me take a deep breath.
Because of the twitch-like pleasure that suddenly gushed out of his body. They are spreading, uncomfortable, yet comfortable.
Every nerve in me was tense, burning in his silent but ardent gaze.
"Lu Chengze." I called his name and tried to break free.
His Adam's apple moved with restraint and finally let me go.
I inhaled, pretended nothing happened, and looked at his mouth carefully: "It should be gone."
He pulled out a smile and pulled the subject back: "Why at the door?"
I looked to both sides, and there was no one except the gate: "What's wrong with the gate?"
"There is monitoring."
I asked, "What's wrong with surveillance."
He said: "I still have to work in the company."
I frowned: "Could my actions just now make you lose your job?"
"Well," Lu Chengze nodded and smiled again: "I can't help being absent from work."