Song Zicheng asked himself if his self-cultivation was excellent, but he was also a little angry at the moment. I have never seen such a sly face, and what is even more frightening is that this little white face seems to know everything about their journey. He has always attached great importance to privacy, and now suddenly he feels a sense of discomfort to be seen.
Lanshan walked to Qiao Feng and patted his shoulder lightly, "Explain."
Qiao Feng stretched his hands and looked at her innocently, "Don't think I am following you."
The blue shirt didn't believe it, "You are following me."
Qiao Feng asked, "Then you said, how did I follow you?"
"I..." It's weird to say it!
Qiao Feng broke his finger and explained to her, "Look, the location function of your mobile phone software has been turned off. If you use an instrument to force the location, I can do it, but that is illegal, and I will not do anything illegal to you. Ji’s matter. So, I really didn’t locate you."
The blue shirt was a little shaken, "Then how did you meet me?"
Qiao Feng sighed with emotion, "It is fate, there is no way."
"Cut, you don't believe in fate."
"I'm just communicating with you in a way that you can understand."
When the two of them said this, Song Zicheng found himself being ignored again. He coughed slightly and said, "Let's go in first."
The three of them walked in. Lanshan was still arguing with Qiao Feng. When they walked to the elevator side by side, Song Zicheng suddenly stopped her, "Lanshan, don't go up first, let's talk about tomorrow's affairs."
Tomorrow's business is official, and Qiao Feng can't mix things up no matter how shameless he is, so he can only go back to the guest room alone. Before leaving, he looked back angrily at the blue shirt, who was walking towards the bar in the hall with his back facing him, and did not see him. But Song Zicheng looked back at him, his eyes cold, with contempt and provocation.
To some extent, he is indeed qualified to despise him...
Of course, in many cases, Qiao Feng can completely block the contempt and hostility from others. So now, he didn't care at all, and entered the elevator smartly.
Song Zicheng called the blue shirt to the bar only temporarily, but when he was used to Mr. Song, he was very comfortable talking to his subordinates. But soon he discovered that Lanshan was too entertaining, and she spoke and discussed with him completely in a subordinate manner, very solemn and solemn.
This is not the result he wants. The purpose of his trip is to blur the distance between the two people. If there is a major progress, it is naturally best. But now, this distance has been increased by his own hands.
After talking about the industry situation and the prospect of work, Song Zicheng was also patient. After finishing talking about these vain things, he called a pot of tea again, and the two began to talk about other things.
The blue shirt is not very in shape. On the one hand, she is thinking about Qiao Feng upstairs, on the other hand, she always feels that the boss' mood today is a bit weird. Due to distraction, she could not observe and think wholeheartedly, and naturally she could not draw any clear conclusions.
Song Zicheng knew the truth about enough. Seeing that Lanshan was trying his best to endure it, but faintly impatient, he sighed imperceptibly, and finally let her go.
He was a little lost and a little confused, and felt that he was doing something meaningless, and felt powerless about it. So the cool, handsome, and tyrannical boss fell into the melancholy of literary and artistic novels for a while. After Lanshan left, he sat alone in the hall for a while.
The blue shirt went upstairs and met Qiao Feng again in the corridor.
He was sitting on the carpet in the hallway with his back leaning on the door, his legs close together, his knees bent, his hands wrapped around his knees. Every time I see him sitting in this posture, the blue shirt has the desire to complain.
The wide and long corridor was empty, and there was not even a cleaner. In the sight of the blue shirt, there was only the one sitting alone in a group, like a homeless child.
Hearing the movement, the "children" looked up at the blue shirt. He didn't say "what a coincidence" this time.
Lanshan walked over and knelt down to look at him curiously, "Why are you sitting here?"
Qiao Feng replied helplessly, "The room card cannot be used, I guess the electronic lock is out of power." He just wanted to go out to buy something, and by the way to investigate the situation of the blue shirt, but when he went out, he found that he had forgotten to take his mobile phone and thought about it again. Going back, the room card didn't agree.
In the eyes of Lanshan, this trick looks familiar. She couldn't help poking his cheek with her fingertips, "Pretend, then pretend to me."
Qiao Feng looked like a little wife who was molested by a bully. He turned his face shyly to hide, and then explained, "There is no pretence, it really can't be used. The housekeeping department has gone down to change the card, but I think it should be the electronic lock. Powered up."
Lanshan still didn't believe it, and deliberately said, "Don't you just want to come to my room?"
Qiao Feng suddenly looked up at her. Yingrun's eyes were dull and unwavering, but they seemed to have profound meaning.
The blue shirt was also stunned. She touched her nose and lowered her eyes not to look at him.
Qiao Feng asked, "Why do I want to go to your room?"
Lanshan didn't know how to answer. She had been swelling just now. Although she kept denying it, she still imagined that Qiao Feng's trip was for her. Now that we met at the hotel, then playing tricks like missing your room card and going to the wrong room, wouldn't it be logical
She lowered her head and thought, she should be just being affectionate...
At this time, a beautiful waiter from the housekeeping department came up, holding a card in her hand, apologizing to Qiao Feng, and helping him with the door.
The electronic lock made a few quick drops, and then there was no movement at all. The door didn't open either.
The waiter turned the doorknob unwillingly, and said, "Sorry, sorry, this should be because the electronic lock is out of power. I will now let someone take the copper key to open the door and help you change the battery."
Sure enough to be passionate... The blue shirt is a bit depressed.
I don't know why, the two waited for nearly ten minutes without waiting for the copper key. After urging the walkie-talkie twice, the waiter went down and looked for it by himself. The two of them were left in the corridor.
Lanshan plucked up his courage and invited him, "Forget it, you can go to my place and sit for a while."
Qiao Feng readily agreed.
Lanshan's room is next to Song Zicheng, and both rooms face the West Lake. She walked into the room, plugged in the room card to get electricity, then turned on the ceiling light and opened the curtains.
The windows in this room are large, and the glass is clean and bright. What is rare is that several windows are put together to form a slightly convex arc design, which makes the field of vision wider and shows more personality and class.
The space in front of the window is very large, slightly padded, similar to the design of tatami mats, with a solid wood table on which there are tea sets. Lanshan boiled hot water and brewed Longjing tea provided by the hotel. The two men knelt and sat next to the short table facing each other, guarding a pot of tea and admiring the night view outside the window.
Kneeling for a while, the blue shirt couldn't stand it anymore, and he sat cross-legged instead. Then she was a little ashamed and felt that she was not elegant enough in front of the people she liked. After thinking about it, she was relieved again: Qiao Feng is so delicate, if she is no matter how delicate, then Yin and Yang will not reconcile...
Qiao Feng took a sip of tea, then turned his head and looked out the window quietly.
The blue shirt also looked out the window. The night has fallen, and the lights are shining in the city. The water of West Lake is reflected in the colorful night lights, which are full of shadows and radiance, like the treasure house of the magnificent water dragon king. A long bustling street on the shore, the street lights are especially bright, eye-catching, looking from a distance, like a long luminous colorful dragon. The mountains by the lake also lit up night lights, dotted with stars, like colored gems embedded on a black curtain.
The blue shirt looked dumbfounded.
Qiao Feng stood up and opened a window. The evening breeze blows, and the carrier belongs exclusively to the humid breath of the lake. Lanshan took a breath and watched him walk back and sit down. The brightness and color of the ceiling light are similar to candlelight. He seems to be sitting under the shadow of a dim candle. His exquisite face is soft and vivid, which can remind people of all beautiful and warm things, such as flowers, such as water, such as sweet ones. Psalms.
Lanshan's heart was itchy. She swallowed, then suddenly opened her mouth, "Qiao Feng—"
"Don't move." He interrupted her. After saying these two words, he knelt straight and leaned forward.
The blue shirt's heart beat violently. Seeing him slowly approaching with a smile, she was so nervous that she could not breathe, and she was full of thoughts left in her head: He is going to kiss me, he is going to kiss me, he is going to kiss me...
She closed her eyes slowly.
The kiss did not land, she only felt that the corners of her eyebrows were lightly pressed, followed by his gentle voice, slightly surprised, "Weird, it turned out to be just a mole, I thought it was a bug."
Blue shirt: "..."
She opened her eyes and rubbed her hot face angrily. She is really brain-dead, how can she think he is going to kiss her!
When Qiao Feng sat back, he couldn't help taking a deep breath to calm his abnormal heartbeat. It's really strange. He clearly wanted to help her catch the insects just now. Why did he want to kiss her when he was approaching...
Under the dim light, the two of them were embarrassed, and they didn't notice the strangeness in each other's expressions. Lanshan lowered his head and rubbed the tea bowl, and asked, "Qiao Feng, why are you coming to City H?"
"Ah, my cousin's birthday, I'll celebrate him."
Lanshan looked at him in surprise, "You... cousin?"
He nodded, "Yes, he is my aunt's son, and my aunt is my mother's sister." This is the reason he has finally found it. That cousin is in college, and he actually doesn’t need his cousin to join in the fun for his birthday or something.
Lanshan nodded, "It turns out that it's like this." Bai was delighted and sad.
After talking for a while, Lanshan was in a bad mood and drove Qiao Feng away.
***
The next day, Qiao Feng was going to celebrate his cousin’s birthday, and Lanshan was going to the summit. The two sides finally separated and Song Zicheng was very satisfied.
The summit is actually nothing good. There are a few big guys who are nagging and discussing all kinds of tall topics together. The blue shirt can only sit down as an audience. The taller he is, the more vague and unearthed he is. The blue shirt's own market acumen is not enough, and he lacks insight, so he is not very interested in listening. Song Zicheng listened carefully, but when he saw that Lanshan was bored, he stopped listening and asked Lanshan, "Where do you want to go?"
"what?"
"I don't like it here, where do you want to go?"
The blue shirt slapped haha, "No, I finally came here, it's pretty good here."
"I feel bored, you can go out with me around."
In this way, the two slipped out. Song Zicheng didn't know where to go, so Lanshan suggested to Lingyin Temple. Before coming, she did a lot of strategies, but she didn't have any hope at the time. She felt that she would go to West Lake at most. After all, it was a business trip and not a tourism.
Before going to Lingyin Temple, they first went to Feilai Peak to see the scenery. Feilai Peak is not high, old trees and ancient vines, and gray-white mountains stand outside, like huge bones, but they are somewhat interesting. When they arrived at Lingyin Temple, they...
Met Qiao Feng again.
Lanshan was quite surprised, "Didn't you go to celebrate your cousin's birthday?"
"Cousin will spend noon with classmates. I want to go in the evening, so come here first. Didn't you go to the summit, why did you meet again by such a coincidence?"
Song Zicheng no longer wanted to hear the word "Qiao". He looked at Qiao Feng unceremoniously, "When on earth are you going to follow us?"
Qiao Feng looked at him strangely, "Boss Song, you have misunderstood."
"Don't call me'Boss Song'."
"Xiao Song, you misunderstood."
"... Fuck." The word was squeezed out between the teeth.
Qiao Feng pointed to a nearby camera, "If you don't believe me, you can watch the surveillance, I got here more than half an hour earlier than you."
Song Zicheng sneered, "Is the surveillance that you can see if you want?!"
"Yes."
"..."
Lanshan thinks that it may be that she and Qiao Feng have been staying for a long time so the brain circuits are synchronized, or it may be that most tourists have the same idea. When you come to City H, go to the West Lake first, and then to Lingyin Temple, if you have enough time. It is also possible to go to Qiandao Lake or Wuzhen, anyway, there are so many scenic spots, and it is not a random pattern.
The three had no choice but to tour Lingyin Temple together. Song Zicheng's expression was uncertain, but Lanshan was a little surprised. Why is he so irritable because he hates Qiao Feng? By the way, these two people seemed to have a big holiday before... Lanshan suddenly thought of Su Luo.
Ah, she seems to know something she shouldn't know...
For temples, it's about offering incense, worshiping Buddha, making wishes, and so on. A few people walked into a large hall and saw many small wooden signs hanging inside. There was a table on the side, and a little monk was issuing signs for fees. Tourists bought a sign, wrote their wishes on the sign, and hung them in the hall, waiting for the Buddha to show his spirit to help them realize their wishes. The person who writes may not necessarily believe it, anyway, it is better to write than not to write. Believing in this thing always gives people some hope and hope.
The blue shirt joined in and bought a piece, and Qiao Feng and Song Zicheng also bought it. The three of them were writing at the table and were driven by the little monk, "Several benefactors, please don't block other benefactors."
It seems that this small brand is quite popular.
The three of them leaned close to the Buddha statue and wrote. The blue shirt turned to look at Qiao Feng's, and Qiao Feng also looked at her. She was embarrassed to write a wish that was too private, but wrote "4S shop" on the sign. Those who sell cars, of course, want to have their own car dealership.
Qiao Feng wrote the words "wavefunction collapse" on the small red sign. The blue shirt means that you can understand every word, and you don't know what the hell is going to be together.
Lanshan turned his head to peek at the boss again, and found that he only wrote the word "Anhao".
Like most people, they came here just for fun and didn't take it seriously. They put up a small sign, went to see other temples, and left after seeing enough.
After the three went down the mountain, they separated. After all, Qiao Feng was the one who wanted to "birthday for his cousin." He put Lanshan and Song Zicheng in a taxi and waved goodbye to them.
After the taxi left, he did not take a taxi, but took the tour bus back to Lingyin Temple.
He returned to the temple where the small sign was hung.
The little monk at the table was in a lively discussion with the two female donors. It turned out that one of the female benefactors had made a wish here before, but now she was pregnant and happily came to repay her vow. The two female benefactors kept complimenting Lingyin Temple for the gods, and the little monk was very happy to hear it. They discussed the progesterone test again, and he listened.
Qiao Feng came over and handed him the money, "Give me a wooden sign."
The little monk took the money and gave it to him.
Qiao Feng seriously wrote the word "blue shirt" on the small wooden sign. These are the two words he wanted to write just now. I am embarrassed to write it in front of her. Now I finally wrote it out, and I feel comfortable. . He carefully dried the handwriting, looking at the correct and powerful words, he was suddenly confused.
I know I want to write, but I'm not sure why I want to write.
He stupidly showed the little sign to the little monk, "Do you know what this means?"
The little monk was listening to the female donor talking about progesterone testing. He glanced at the two words impatiently, "Blue clothes." He said, humming in his heart, illiterate!
Qiao Feng said to himself, "I think I need a hormone test."
The little monk was also fascinated by it, and couldn't help but replied, "This donor does not look like he is pregnant."
"It's not progesterone," Qiao Feng explained, shaking his head, "it's dopamine and phenylethylamine, and norepinephrine."
The little monk pointed to the door, "There is a person selling exorcism holy water next door, please go and see the donor."
Qiao Feng explained in a low voice, "These are love hormones." As he said, he put the small wooden sign in his pocket and turned and left.
The author has something to say: fainted, that string of hormones made me stunned, and I have changed it.
"Quantum wave function collapse" is a well-known problem in quantum physics~
The gang leader is already awakened, so will we get swollen next to our little shirt...