After the performance, Fu Jia and four other classmates walked off the stage with their hands and feet trembling.
He was so nervous that when he first stood on the stage, not only was his whole body trembling, but his mind was blank. He usually looked for Lu Qi'an in the auditorium when he asked for help, but Wuyang and Wuyang were all people in the audience, which made him dizzy, which made him nervous.
Later, he thought that Lu Qi'an had promised to keep watching him, and then he gradually regained his composure.
They came to the backstage to change their clothes, took off their shirts and said, "I'm starving to death. I didn't feel that when I was on the stage, when I walked down, my legs were so hungry."
Afraid that eating too much would affect the effect of the recitation, none of the five of them had dinner, but just chewed a few biscuits to cushion their stomachs.
Fu Jia didn't feel hungry at first, but he didn't react until he heard the big head talking. Another boy present smiled and said, "I'm really hungry, my stomach is starting to burn. But the language is really good, and I invited us to dinner."
As soon as these words came out, Fu Jia and Datou were stunned.
The boy met their suspicious gaze and patted his head: "Yes, yes, when the teacher talked about this before, you went to pick up the clothes, it's like this, the language teacher saw that we didn't have dinner, and felt sorry for us, just at the school gate. The restaurant booked a table for us to eat." He bumped his head on the shoulder and said, "It's so cool."
"Damn it!" Datou was so moved, "Is the language teacher a living Bodhisattva?"
The two swallowed at the same time, speeding up the speed of changing clothes.
The two of them were elated, but Fu Jia was a little embarrassed. The language teacher was very kind, but he didn't want to go. Although he was very hungry, he didn't want to go to dinner with anyone right now. He just wanted to see Lu Qi'an early, and Lu Qi'an would definitely wait for him in the auditorium. Fu Jia thought about his words and said, "I won't go, I still have something to do."
The big head said righteously: "What can be more important than eating now?"
Fu Jia said, "I have an appointment with someone."
After thinking about it for a while, the big head will understand. Who can Fu Jia have an appointment with, isn't it Senior Lu? But Datou didn't say it clearly, but persuaded him: "Brother, now the cafeteria is closed, and it's not time for school, where did you make an appointment for dinner?"
Fu Jia answered naturally: "You can go to the store to buy instant noodles."
The head is about to vomit blood. The whole school really couldn't find the second person who made an appointment with Lu Qi'an but took him to eat instant noodles.
"I'll tell you this." Datou sorted out his mood and said in a good voice, "It's rare that the Chinese teacher has a heart, so it's hard for you to refuse, and you're the team leader. We're embarrassed to go if you don't go."
After he finished speaking, another boy hurriedly said, "Yeah, just send a text message to your friend and say to make an appointment next time."
Fu Jia said embarrassedly, "I didn't bring my cell phone."
The boy quickly took out his mobile phone: "use mine."
Although No. 6 Middle School stipulates that students cannot bring their mobile phones to school, they do not use such methods as body searches and bag searches. If they are caught by teachers outside class time, they will mostly turn a blind eye. Therefore, most students will bring their mobile phones to school to facilitate communication.
Fu Jia was even more embarrassed: "I don't know his phone number."
Boy: "… "
Ashamed to say. Since he lived with Lu Qi'an, he had left that ancient button phone unused. Of course Lu Qi'an had a mobile phone and occasionally used it in front of Fu Jia, but they never needed to use a mobile phone to contact them, so Fu Jia didn't know Lu Qi'an's phone number.
After living together for so long, he didn't even know his boyfriend's phone number!
Fu Jia said helplessly: "You go first, I'll find my friend."
If it was him before, he would not listen to people's persuasion at all, and he would turn around and leave when the big head said the first sentence. But now, considering that he is transforming into a good student in the eyes of a teacher and a classmate, and bears the title of a squad leader, is it not good to just reject the teacher's kindness
Datou and the boy couldn't say anything about him, but the girl next door just came to urge him, so they left first.
Fu Jia stood there and thought about it, but ran out of the auditorium and chased after them.
On the other hand, the conversation between Lu Qi'an and Li Qinhe left both sides physically and mentally exhausted.
Li Qinhe was the first to show weakness this time, and almost every sentence was said in a pleading tone, but the response he could get was very different from what he expected, even worse than his worst plan.
As for Lu Qi'an, although every response was firm, he didn't like Li Qin and the fact that he was pressing hard on the surface and threatened him with his family.
What's more, he didn't want to chat with Li Qinhe endlessly. Fu Jia's performance is over, and he will definitely come to him. The auditorium is full of people, and he is called to the back by Li Qinhe. If he doesn't take the initiative to stand up, Fu Jia probably won't find him.
"I'll go first." Lu Qi'an said.
Li Qinhe's low-pitchedness and hard-heartedness in the night have only exchanged for the current indifference. He was full of helplessness, but deeply knew that he could not reverse Lu Qi'an's wishes. Before Lu Qi'an got up, he seized the opportunity and said, "Uncle Lu met with me a few days ago. He asked some things about you, and I answered them all truthfully." Speaking of this, Li Qinhe's voice weakened. When I came down, it was a little vague, but in the end I could hear a sentence: "I'm sorry."
Lu Qi'an was silent. He sat for a few more seconds, but did not respond to Li Qinhe in the end, but said softly to the person on the other side, "I'm sorry, I borrowed it."
The auditorium was crowded with people, and the auditorium was dimly lit. Lu Qi'an walked around and didn't find Fu Jia, so he turned to find Fu Jia's second and fifth class in high school.
After finding it, Fu Jia's classmates asked each other around and told Lu Qi'an, "The five people they recited were taken by the teacher to dinner outside the school."
Lu Qi'an was stunned.
He thanked the classmate and turned to leave, but the moment he took a step, he had the illusion that he had nowhere to go. There is no direction, no destination, and naturally there is nowhere to go - he wants to see Fu Jia right away, he just wants to see Fu Jia, preferably in the next second. If he can't do this, he has nothing to do.
Outside the auditorium, the snow had been falling for more than an hour, and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. Lu Qi'an walked out of the auditorium and sat on the bench beside the greenery under the wind and snow.
It is a good thing that Fu Jianeng went out to dinner with his teachers and classmates, which shows that he is actively integrating into the group and developing his own social circle. He just had to wait a little, just wait a while.
Sitting alone and thinking, hands and feet quickly freeze stiff. Lu Qi'an stared at the mist he was blowing out, and suddenly heard the sound of someone running in the snow behind him.
Then, there was a call: "Lu Qi'an!"
Lu Qi'an turned around and saw Fu Jia running towards him. As if he didn't expect him to be here, Fu Jia's eyes widened with surprise.
"You... why are you blowing cold wind outside?" Fu Jia ran in front of him, and the surprise quickly turned into worry. He panted, "You have snow on your clothes, is it cold?"
Lu Qi'an said quickly: "It's not cold, it's too stuffy inside, so come out and breathe."
"Oh..." Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, his nose and ears were also red from the cold, but because he was running all the way, he didn't feel how cold it was tonight, except that his face was stinging from the wind.
Lu Qi'an asked, "What about you, why did you come back from the outside?" It was less than two and a half hours before the end of the performance, and Fu Jia had changed his performance clothes. Apart from the time on the road, he should not be able to finish the meal. .
"Me," Fu Jia didn't know that Lu Qi'an already knew his whereabouts, so he told him one by one about the Chinese teacher's invitation to dinner, "I originally wanted not to go directly, but it seems impolite, I went to the restaurant and thanked the teacher in person, and then ran back to find you. The teacher also said that he would invite me to dinner another day, but I refused…”
It was obvious that they only separated for a while, but Fu Jia felt that she had something to say to Lu Qi'an.
"Jiajia." Lu Qi'an interrupted him suddenly.
Fu Jia was taken aback. Because of the name of this stack of characters, his face began to heat up from the inside out: "What?"
Lu Qi'an didn't speak, just sat on the bench like this, raised his hand, reached into Fu Jia's overly long sleeve, touched his finger, and held it firmly.
Lu Qi'an's hand was very icy, and it was probably no different from holding a mass of snow directly. But Fu Jia didn't break away and didn't feel cold.
Lu Qi'an felt the temperature in his palm, and his heart finally returned to peace.
If necessary, he can be more firm and confident than when he faced Li Qinhe just now, but how can there be no pressure to carry the mountains forward? The road ahead is so long, he can't falter.
Fortunately, there are people who can support him.
That night, Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an arrived home very late.
It was snowing harder and harder outside, and when they walked home, their hair and coats were soaked, and they went straight to the bathroom to wash up.
Before getting wet, Fu Jia hugged Lu Qi'an and wrapped her around. Today, his mood was extremely high, and he pressed Lu Qi'an's ear and said, "It's alright today... I don't have to go to class tomorrow."
After they lived together, everything was easy to discuss, only two things were still strictly controlled by Lu Qi'an, that was study and love affairs.
Fortunately, these two things always complement each other. Fu Jia can't learn serious things well, but he can learn things that are not serious, but he can learn things quickly and smoothly.
"Be patient, finish the bath first." Lu Qi'an really maintained his old style, even if he was quickly provoked by Fu Jia, he could endure it calmly.
Fu Jia ostensibly agreed, but during the bathing process, he kept rubbing Lu Qi'an restlessly. If Lu Qi'an hadn't stopped him in time, he would have been able to get it out once just by playing around.
After reluctantly finishing the bath, the two entered the bedroom, and they could finally let go. After a few experiences, Fu Jia was used to getting pleasure from behind. He is very honest with himself, and he will show it directly when he is comfortable, which is half good and half bad for Lu Qi'an. Fortunately, Fu Jia's feelings are written on his face, which is clear at a glance, which is convenient for him to control the situation, but the bad is also bad here. Fu Jia's exposed mood often makes him lose control and drain the young man's abundant energy.
The next day, Lu Qi'an rarely woke up later than Fu Jia. The moment he opened his eyes, he heard Fu Jia's voice: "Happy New Year, Lu Qi'an."
He smiled and said, "We will be together every year from now on."