"You..." Li Qinhe said painfully, "You want to help Fu Jia?"
Lu Qi'an hummed.
Seeing him so calm, Li Qinhe lowered his head in frustration, with no momentum at all. He understood that with Lu Qi'an's character, it was very rare that he could get the comfort of "you are my friend" after he did something that Lu Qi'an disliked.
He said, "You want me to understand you, but you don't want to explain anything. How can I understand?"
Lu Qi'an didn't speak.
Li Qinhe knew that he had no answer. Not explaining anything is really bad. But it's not realistic to explain everything. He paused, carefully looking for an appropriate description, "Actually, if you don't say it, I can guess a little bit. I felt a long time ago that you are different from Fu Jia, sister Wanqing, and Feng Feng. Same."
"Of course." Lu Qi'an recognized it. "Different people will have different opinions."
"You know what I'm talking about is different." Li Qinhe's tone was serious, "Sister Wanqing and Fengfeng, they all know that this is wrong for Fu Jia, Fu Jia did nothing wrong, we are here Take him out. We try to control ourselves, but we can only stop hating Fu Jia, and we still reject him. This is what a person who is on Sister Wanqing's side should feel, but you are completely different. , you don't hate Fu Jia, it's nothing, but you just don't hate it? Do you... like him a little bit?"
This question has been lingering in Li Qinhe's heart for many years, and it was only a vague feeling before that. When he asked this sentence out, he finally confirmed his doubt.
He and Lu Qi'an grew up together and were the closest peers around him. Because of Lu Qi'an's cold personality, when they get along, Li Qin and most of them will keep a certain distance from Lu Qi'an, which gives him the opportunity to observe Lu Qi'an and notice many unusual details.
Since Qi Bing's death, Lu Qi'an's quiet personality has been pushed to the extreme and has become withdrawn. He didn't even want to pay attention to his father and aunt. Why would he keep a certain frequency for ten years and visit Lin Fengxun at Lin's house
In the past, Li Qinhe thought that it was because Lu Qi'an loved Lin Fengxun that he often went to accompany him. But now, a guess raised Li Qinhe's heart.
When Li Qinhe said "like", he meant nothing else. He meant that he liked Fengfeng as much as he liked him, and it was also based on the friendship between relatives and friends.
But in Lu Qi'an's heart, does this love really mean nothing else
He has never thought about it in that direction, he never thought about it before, now he dare not think about it, and he doesn't want to think about it in the future.
Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and said, "Like it? If it's just such a superficial relationship, then it's easier to handle."
His tone was flat, as if it had nothing to do with him, but Li Qinhe's eyes widened and he felt panic.
Seeing that Li Qinhe's face slowly changed from puzzled to panic, a faint smile appeared in Lu Qi'an's eyes, which was not very real, as if it was deliberately expressed to comfort people: "I will handle my own affairs, If you have nothing else to do, just go, haven't you been arguing that your girlfriend has been waiting for you for a long time?"
After persuading Li Qinhe to leave, Lu Qi'an stood there for more than ten seconds before walking to the classroom.
The three of them quarreled for a while before, and he chatted with Li Qinhe for a while. The busy high school seniors in the classroom were already gone. In the empty classroom, Fu Jia did not sit, but stood cautiously at the desk, staring at the book in his hand.
When he was waiting in front of Lu Qi'an's apartment yesterday, he also leaned against the wall to read a book. If someone who didn't know Fu Jia's past judged him, he would definitely think that Fu Jia was a rare good student in the school.
Lu Qi'an approached him, and although he didn't call out to him, Fu Jia quickly noticed it. His shoulders moved, and he slammed the book shut, turning the cover toward him, wrapping it in his arms.
Lu Qi'an noticed the book in Fu Jia's arms. No matter how hidden high school textbooks are, it is useless. Each subject has its own characteristics, which can be distinguished by looking at the corner of the book.
He ignored it, but asked, "Why don't you sit?"
Fu Jia hugged the book tightly, saying that she would be more comfortable standing.
But in an unfamiliar environment, how can standing be more comfortable than sitting down
Lu Qi'an said: "I rarely take notes in physics class. The physics book is almost blank. There is nothing to see. If you want to read my notes, you can read Chinese."
Fu Jia let go of his hand embarrassedly, he was indeed holding a physics book. He put the book back on Lu Qi'an's desk and said, "I don't want to read your notes, I'm just bored waiting here, I want to look through the textbooks of senior three to see what the difficulty is..."
Lu Qi'an nodded, followed his words and asked, "What difficulty?"
Fu Jia was stopped. How difficult is it to understand nothing? He thought about it and said, "It's okay... I'll try my best."
He is not sure about his studies and can only speak nice words.
Lu Qi'an nodded, the expression on his face didn't change, he didn't know if he was satisfied with Fu Jia's answer.
Before Fu Jia came to him, Lu Qi'an had been clearing the table. Although the school did not mandate that seats should be rearranged during the weekly test, Lu Qi'an's head teacher was strict, and the weekly test must disrupt the seats. The man sitting on Lu Qi'an's seat disturbed the things on the table, so the physics book was placed on the table at will.
He put the book in and asked, "Why did you come to see me today?"
Hearing him ask this, Fu Jia realized that he had been holding back for a long time. No one interrupted him now, he said excitedly: "Because the weekly test is over, I want to tell you that I have answered the questions you gave me in the math test, and I should have done well in the test."
Lu Qi'an looked at him with "So" written in plainly in his eyes.
The heat in Fu Jia's heart was instantly quenched by this look. He didn't think too much about it, but he took a lot of effort to pass the whole day's exam, and he felt a little sense of accomplishment.
He was desperate to tell someone, desperate to get...
A compliment.
"That's all?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia nodded hesitantly: "That's all."
He nodded so slowly that it looked more like shaking his head.
Lu Qi'an held his temper: "Just say what you want to say."
Fu Jia looked around, but did not speak. Almost all the people in the classroom are gone, and only a few people are still sitting in their seats. Although he didn't look this way, he might have been silently watching what's going on here.
Fu Jia said, "Are you going to go back to the apartment to rest now? I'll take you out of the school gate. Let's talk as we walk."
Lu Qi'an agreed: "Okay."
They walked out of the classroom one after the other, and then went downstairs one after the other. The stairs were wide and there were no other people. The two of them could walk side by side, but Fu Jia deliberately took a step behind and followed behind Lu Qi'an.
He was still thinking about what to say, or whether to say it or not.
The state of walking in separate rows continued until the two walked out of the teaching building. Lu Qi'an slowed down and waited for Fu Jia to step forward, but Fu Jia slowed down before he could figure it out.
On both sides of the long road leading to the school gate, two rows of camphor trees are planted. They walked in the shade, slower and slower, and finally stopped.
Lu Qi'an turned around and said, "Let's talk here."
Fu Jia almost bumped into him. He wasn't ready, and said, "Talk as you go."
Lu Qi'an looked at him: "It only takes three minutes to walk out of the school gate from here, can you finish?"
"But... will I delay your going home to rest?"
"fine."
Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and gathered up his courage to say, "Actually... I want to ask you for a reward."
His voice trembled.
"I mean, although you gave me a question, it's not easy for me to get a place in the weekly test, so I want to ask you for a reward." He paused and added: "You Isn't that how you encouraged Lin Feng to look for medicine before?"
Fu Jia hated to mention Lin Fengxun, especially when he was alone with Lu Qi'an.
He was vague, but Lu Qi'an understood.
He once showed Fu Jia that he was coaxing Lin Feng to take medicine with a box of gifts. That time Lin Fengxun vomited because of the bitter medicine, which made Lu Wanqing angry, and then Lin Fengxun refused to take the medicine.
Fu Jia saw the whole process from the window, and ran to the courtyard to ask him, "No one encourages or praises him. How can I keep going?"
He gave a decent answer at the time, telling Fu Jia to rely on self-esteem to motivate himself. But now it seems that he did a cruel thing. He showed Fu Jia the beauty, which attracted his attention, and finally gave him the bitter fruit.
Lu Qi'an neither agreed nor refused: "Be clear."
Fu Jia didn't say it right away. He looked at Lu Qi'an, and his face slowly turned red.
"Just think it's me asking for your help, okay?" Fu Jia said, "If I can rank in the top 20 of the class in the weekly test, you can... just let me hug..."
Fu Jia's voice gradually became lower, and the last word even just made a mouth shape.
He lowered his head very low, almost buried in his chest.
This allowed Lu Qi'an to see the clean back of his neck—Fu Jia trimmed his hair neatly, never leaving any excess strands.
For no reason, Lu Qi'an suddenly had an urge: he wanted to touch the back of Fu Jia's neck, just a light touch with his fingertips was enough. He wanted to know whether that piece of skin was cold or hot, and thought about it. Know if the transparent hair is as soft as he thought.
However, Lu Qi'an is good at suppressing his impulses, which is almost his habit.
"Why hug?" Lu Qi'an said, "No way."
His tone was decisive and unquestionable. Fu Jia's blood was half cold, but he still said: "Then let's be in the top ten, if I get into the top ten in the class, you can give me a hug, it's just an ordinary hug, I promise it won't be like the sixteenth. It was the same as that time, rubbing against your neck..."
As he spoke, Fu Jia's face turned red.
Even if he knew that his condition of "entering the top ten" was no different from giving up. Even if Lu Qi'an gave Fu Jia all the questions in the math test, there was little hope of getting into the top ten.
Lu Qi'an looked at Fu Jia's eyes, his eyes were full of penetrating power, as if he could see through Fu Jia's heart.
"Why do you have to hug me? You can ask for something else."
In an instant, Fu Jia's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Why does Fu Jia have to give a hug, doesn't Lu Qi'an understand
Can he not understand
"I want this." Fu Jia said, "I want this."