After dinner, Lanshan helped Qiao Feng throw the cleaned plates and bowls into the dishwasher. After finishing the cleaning, the two went out for a walk together.
Outside, the sun is fading and the night will fall, and the world will become dark. Sometimes this kind of sky will give people a sense of security, because there is no need to worry about embarrassment or guilty conscience being discovered.
Lan Shan cleared his throat and asked Qiao Feng casually, "What can Su Luo do if I want you? I really can't think of it."
Qiao Feng answered frankly, "She has come to work in our school and is currently a teaching assistant."
Being able to work in a top 2 university in China, even if it’s just a teaching assistant, is really amazing. Moreover, although Lanshan does not mix with academic circles, he also knows that teaching assistants are generally just a transition, and they can become lecturers when they have enough time. So even if Lanshan hates Su Luo again, he can't help but sigh when he hears this, "It's quite capable." In the eyes of the world, this kind of job is noble and decent, and it is higher than her car sales. How much, the blue shirt is a bit envious, jealous and hateful.
Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "Generally, her academic level is actually not very good. She has not published a few decent papers after studying abroad for so many years. As for the scientific research results, it is even more..." When he said this, he found that he was criticizing secretly. Others seemed a little unkind, so they stopped.
Well, I'm despised like this, then I'm like... The blue shirt rolled his eyes, and there are some things I can't really think about.
It is rare for Qiao Feng to be keen and perceive that the blue shirt seems to be in a bad mood. He asked, "Don't you like me being with her?"
When I said it, I realized that I was expecting some faintly for her answer. Qiao Feng was startled, unable to understand the lingering and awkward feelings that suddenly rose in his heart.
Lan Shan was suddenly poked at the center of the matter, bowed his head with a guilty conscience, and hummed, "What is my business?"
The night wind blew by, swept away his expectations, leaving only a place of loss.
After that, Qiao Feng remained silent, and Lanshan didn't want to speak either. The two walked quietly side by side, each did not notice the entanglement on the other's face.
After a walk, when I went back, Lanshan said to Qiao Feng, "Oh, yes, I will be on a business trip tomorrow. I plan to go there for three days, so you don't have to cook for me during these three days."
Qiao Feng was a little surprised, "Why are you on a business trip suddenly? Where are you going on a business trip?"
Lanshan explained to him. After listening to Qiao Feng, his voice sank, "That is to say, you are going to H City with your boss and spend three days there?"
"Um," Lanshan was stunned by what he said, and she scratched the back of her head, "That's right, but don't say it like that, it's like we're going to date."
"Isn't this a date?" Because of his anxiety, his speech speed increased, with a vaguely fierce aura of coercion.
"It's not a date, it's a summit, a summit!" The black line in the blue shirt, "Please pay attention to your wording!"
In Qiao Feng's view, it is completely unnecessary for a front-line sales employee to attend this kind of summit. He wanted to stop the blue shirt, but he was afraid of distracting her, so he tolerated, and just asked, "Do you particularly want to go?"
"of course."
Qiao Feng had no choice but to say no more.
Lanshan asked him, "What delicious and fun stuff do you want, I will bring it back for you?"
Qiao Feng didn't give much face, "I can buy what I need directly, even if I can't buy it locally, I can also buy it online. In short, you don't need to travel thousands of miles from one city to another."
The blue shirt grinned, "Cut! I want to bring it to you!"
This night, Qiao Feng slept unsteadily. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was a picture of Blue Shirt and Song Zicheng. The two held hands to tour the West Lake, went to Lingyin Temple for incense, and visited the China Wetland Museum...
He is not too worried. In his eyes, the loyalty of the man in the blue shirt is low, comparable to that of Schrödinger. Whoever feeds it will go with him. Song Zicheng is not a gentleman, if he has any intentions against the blue shirt, who knows what will happen. Three days, more than a thousand kilometers away... There are too many variables, if there is anything, he can't handle it.
Thinking of this, Qiao Feng couldn't sleep at all.
***
Lanshan and Song Zicheng had lunch at the airport, and then they boarded the plane. She was asleep all the time on the plane, Song Zicheng sat beside her, turning her head to look at her sleeping face from time to time. From City B to City H, he didn't even get bored for more than two hours, and he felt magical.
Just yesterday, Tanzi said that Brother Cheng was stunned, and Song Zicheng felt that Tanzi was farting. Now, he himself was a little shaken. He thinks he might be really a little fascinated, the kind of fascination that he can't control and restrain, and he is willing to indulge in...
It seems to be a bit dazed.
Reason tells him that such a long time to chase a woman, again and again, this is a kind of dude behavior, investment and return are not proportional, he should stop immediately.
Sense also told her not to be emotional when you move anything, that is the most dangerous thing in the world. It’s okay to play; it’s really not possible to play. So he should stop immediately.
He knew this, and always knew it.
But knowing is one thing, accomplishing it is another. In many cases, there will be a gap between the two, and the distance will become larger and larger.
He just couldn't help it, couldn't stop.
The two got off the plane more than three o'clock in the afternoon and took a taxi to the hotel. When everything was cleaned up, it was almost evening. Their hotel is in a good location, very close to the West Lake. You can see the night view of the West Lake by pushing the window at night, which is perfect.
Of course, the price is more "perfect".
However, it is the company that pays for it anyway, so the blue shirt doesn't have to feel distressed.
Song Zicheng asked Lanshan what he wanted to eat at night. Regarding the local famous food in H City, Lanshan has done enough homework, so now she hears the BOSS question, she answers without thinking, "West Lake Cuyu in the building outside the building!"
Song Zicheng's response was concise and powerful, "Yes."
The two came out of the hotel, not too hungry, so they weren't in a hurry to eat, they just strolled slowly. The summer heat in the evening receded, and the hustle and bustle of the city during the day gradually settled down. The evening was amiable, and the pedestrians and vehicles were covered in a comfortable and soothing yellowish color, as if walking into a yellowish old color photo.
Along the way, there are shades of green trees, the breeze is blowing, and the blue shirt first arrives in a different place, and he is happy and intoxicated with his face happily, "Oh, it's great here."
Song Zicheng asked her, "Where is it good?"
"I don't know, I just feel good."
Such an answer was not nutritious at all, but Song Zicheng felt lighthearted when he heard it, and the city was a little more pleasing to his eyes.
The two of them walked for a while and they saw the West Lake. There were many lotus flowers growing in the lake. The huge green leaves were scattered on the surface of the lake. The aroma sent to the shore, refreshing.
A trail drove along the road leading to a pavilion on the lake. The two of them thought it was fun and walked up together. The road surface is close to the lake surface, and the height difference is less than two centimeters. People walking on it, at first glance, look like immortals walking on the waves.
This pavilion is built on the east side of the lake, and the whole West Lake can be seen to the west. Jinwuxi fell in this matter, and the dusk was deep. The mountains on the opposite side of the lake were facing the setting sun. The colors were verdant as ink, and the rolling mountains looked like giant beasts lying on the lakeside sleeping peacefully. The setting sun stained the sky crimson, the light spilled onto the lake, and the lake water broke it into tens of thousands of pieces of gold, shaking it slowly.
"It's so beautiful!" Lanshan murmured.
"Yes." Someone responded.
Her first reaction was that the person was Song Zicheng, but Song Zicheng's voice was definitely not like this! BOSS is always cold, even speaking with firmness, and his voice cannot be as soft as it is now, as gentle as lake water, as clear and moist as lotus fragrance.
Lanshan turned around abruptly, and saw a person holding a DSLR taking pictures, seeming to have not noticed her at all. She looked at his figure with black lines all over her head and shouted, "Joe! Wind!"
Qiao Feng put down the SLR, turned his head and glanced at the blue shirt. He smiled, and the optical fiber of the setting sun sprinkled a blush on his face. He smiled, "Blue shirt? What a coincidence."
… By coincidence, your uncle.
Lanshan walked over, 囧囧 looked at him intently, "Why are you here?"
Song Zicheng also looked at Qiao Feng with very unfriendly eyes.
Qiao Feng raised the camera in his hand and said, "It's just a shot." Afraid that Lanshan wouldn't believe it, he held the camera and greeted her to see.
Lanshan was a little skeptical at first, and after reading the photos, he didn't believe his nonsense at all. Taking pictures with magical instruments can be such a virtue. Are you worthy of your long shot like a small steel cannon
Song Zicheng shook a fist. He especially wants to put Qiao Feng in the lake and beat him up. This person is too careless. Since I created the opportunity to be alone with Blue Shirt, shouldn't you stay in City B to deal with Su Luo peacefully? Why did you come here? Why not follow the regular play? Can I have a face...
Seeing that the boss looks wrong, Lanshan quickly gave the two a formal introduction.
Both sides were very reserved, just nodded, and didn't even hold their hands.
Qiao Feng ignored Song Zicheng's anger. He took the camera off and pushed it into Song Zicheng's hands, "Come on, Boss Song, help take a picture."
Song Zicheng twitched the corner of his mouth. Lanshan calls him "Boss", he only thinks that the girl is cute, but when Qiao Feng calls him "Boss Song," he feels that this name is full of the mixed temperament of the Qinglong Gang and the urban-rural fringe.
He was holding the camera, really wanting to throw this thing directly into the lake.
Lan Shan gave Qiao Feng a slanted look, "Snake Essence! Go back and explain it clearly!" As he said, he pushed his shoulder, turned his head and smiled at Song Zicheng, "Boss, trouble you!"
The two stood facing the sunset with their backs to the lotus. Song Zicheng was unable to complain, so he had to point the camera at them and press the shutter.
I took a few pictures and looked at the blue shirts one by one, and I thought it was pretty good. If it wasn't for Qiao Feng's smile to be too weird, then it would be better.
She looked up and was about to thank Song Zicheng, but met the boss's dissatisfied gaze.
Song Zicheng was a little aggrieved. After waiting for such a long time, he didn't take the initiative to mention the blue shirt. He had no choice but to say, "Aren't you going to take a photo with me?"
"Ah, of course, it must be." Lanshan patted her forehead apologetically, how could she forget this trick of flattering the boss.
Lanshan and Song Zicheng stood side by side, Qiao Feng held the camera to direct them, "Blue shirt, you point to the right. Don't get too close to each other to affect the light... Okay, smile, Boss Song, you don’t need to laugh, it’s too ugly. Oh, okay. …" He pressed the shutter, then proudly boasted, "Perfect!"
Lanshan came over to see how perfect the photo was, and then she saw that her smile in the photo was pretty good, but Song Zicheng on the side... only half of her face was taken...
The photo seems to have been cut from it, or it can be said that the man was cut with a knife, leaving half of his body, but he still stared at him trying to brush his sense of existence, which looked quite terrifying.
Lanshan felt that she was not far from being fired...
She clutched the screen to prevent Song Zicheng from watching, and smiled flatteringly, "Boss, let's take another photo!"
In fact, Song Zicheng had already seen it, and after seeing it, he realized that he was too damn kind just now...
Song Zicheng couldn't tolerate his second poisoning, so he shook his head, "No. Lanshan, let's go to dinner," he said while looking at Qiao Feng, gritted his teeth and said, "You, please, make it easy."
Qiao Feng hung the camera back to his neck, and he smiled, "Okay, I'm going to the outside building to eat Xihucuyu. Goodbye, see you later."
Song Zicheng: "..."
In the end, it was a coincidence. Of course, the three of them ate Xihucuyu together.
Xihucuyu is a freshwater fish with many spines. Song Zicheng helped the blue shirt remove the thorns tenderly and thoughtfully, and put the fish into her plate.
Although it feels a little weird, the blue shirt is still very moved. It's a pity that before she could move the chopsticks, the fish was caught by Qiao Feng.
The blue shirt poked at Qiao Feng's dinner plate angrily, "You, you, you, pay me back!"
"good."
Qiao Feng shaved a lot of fish for Lanshan again and returned it to her.
Song Zicheng didn't grab these fish for a tooth for a tooth. He really can't do that shameless...
After eating this meal, Song Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, Lanshan didn't make a noise about why Qiao Feng had suddenly come over. She had a faint guess in her heart, but that guess was too self-conscious and too illusory, and she was embarrassed to admit it.
The three separated at the entrance of the hotel. Qiao Feng said that he was going back to his hotel, so the blue shirt didn't ask much. I want to wait until I'm out of this trip, and I'll talk about it later when I'm free.
Then, at the entrance of the hotel, when she got off the taxi, she happened to see Qiao Feng.
He was still calm and gentle, "What a coincidence."