Sitting in the shade of trees outside Lingyin Temple, Qiao Feng clicked on WeChat.
He is used to blocking group chats on WeChat, and there is only one group that is not blocked, and that is their family member group. The name of this WeChat group is "Da Wu, Xiao Qiao and their bear children". There are only four members in the group. Da Wu is his father and Xiao Qiao is his mother. He and his brother are both "bear children" in the eyes of their parents.
At this moment, there is a message in the group. It is Wu Wen who is thinking about it: Dad is not by his side, mom is not by his side, and now even my brother is not by his side...
Wu Wen: Qiao Feng, when will you come back
Wu Wen: Old Wu, didn't you say that you are back from summer vacation? It will be summer vacation now! = =
Wu Wen: My mother, folk songs are endless, so come back and rest for a while...
No one cares about him.
If it weren't for something at heart, Qiao Feng might care about his brother, but now his mind is a bit confused, always thinking about blue shirts, so he said: I seem to like a girl.
Wu Wen: It's good if it's not a boy.
Da Wu: It's good if it's not a boy.
Qiao Feng:...
Wu Wen: Old Wu, are you finally willing to bubble up? I said so much that you ignored me, Qiao Feng said something and you came out and copied my words. Actually, I picked it up, right? Let’s talk about where you picked me from, and return it to someone as soon as possible~
Da Wu: If you have the ability, you also like a girl paper to excite your father
Da Wu: And I did not copy your words, that is my voice.
Qiao Feng's mood is a bit subtle. It turns out that my father and brother never believed that he was heterosexual...
Qiao Feng: What do you think I should do
Xiao Qiao: It's good if it's not a boy!
Da Wu:...
Wu Wen:...
Qiao Feng: Mom...
Xiao Qiao: I'm sorry, the internet speed is a bit slow. Son!
Qiao Feng: Yes.
Wu Wen: Rub~
Da Wu: Wife, hug~
Xiao Qiao: What to rub, what to hold, and go! Qiao Feng, tell me about your situation. Whose child is the girl? Do you have a picture? How is your character? Where are you
Qiao Feng: I think I like her.
Xiao Qiao: What about then
Qiao Feng: Nothing.
Xiao Qiao:...
Xiao Qiao: I said it a long time ago. When you were in high school, I said that you don’t just want to study and talk more about dating. If you don’t listen, you haven’t had a girlfriend decently for so many years. Now I just have one. The person you like is so terrible? Look at your talent, not like my son at all.
Da Wu: My wife calms down my anger, okay (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
Wu Wen: Empress, Qiao Fengneng has made great progress in opening up this trick. I think the key now is to find out if he really likes people and if the girl likes him. Right, Qiao Feng
Qiao Feng: Yes.
Xiao Qiao: Okay, now I will ask you a few questions for my mother and answer them honestly. First, do you always want to see her
Qiao Feng: Yes.
Xiao Qiao: Second, will your heart beat faster when you see her or get close to her, and at the same time, the same situation won't happen to other people of the opposite sex
Qiao Feng: Yes.
Xiao Qiao: When you stay with her, you will feel better. Even if you were in a bad state before, you can immediately feel full of energy as if you have eaten Dali pills
Qiao Feng: Yes.
Xiao Qiao: You can ignore the IQ gap between her and you, and don't care if she can get sixty points on your shit test paper
Qiao Feng: Let me think about it... Although it's a pity, but yes.
Xiao Qiao: Would you like to cook for her? If she says she wants something to eat, you will not hesitate to find a way to get her to eat
Qiao Feng: Yes, yes.
Xiao Qiao: Congratulations, son, you are about to fall in love! (^^*)
Da Wu: Beat the gongs, drums and set off firecrackers~
Wu Wen: Spread flowers, applaud and twist Yangko~
Qiao Feng: Why do you look more excited than me
Xiao Qiao: Stop talking nonsense, now I want to see where the sacred can take my son's heart. Wait a minute... Isn't it a robot? !
Qiao Feng was caught by thunder and did not reply for a while.
Xiao Qiao: Why the more I think about it, the more I think it is possible... Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
Wu Wen: I thought it was a blue shirt at first, but the queen mother said that... Qiao Feng! Is it a robot? Come on!
Da Wu: Wife, I hate you. I thought it was a blue shirt at first, but now... Qiao Feng, speak!
Qiao Feng: It's not a robot, it's a blue shirt.
Da Wu: Beat the gongs, drums and set off firecrackers~
Wu Wen: Spread flowers, applaud and twist Yangko~
Xiao Qiao: Who is the blue shirt, do you all know her? Am I missing something
Qiao Feng: These things are a long story, and I will explain to you later. I just want to know how I should pursue her, dad, mom, brother, please give me some suggestions.
Next, the group chat fell silent. Qiao Feng thought they were thinking hard, but after waiting for two minutes, no one was speaking. He asked strangely: Are the three of you all disconnected
Xiao Qiao: Don't be angry when I tell you the truth.
Qiao Feng: Don't be angry, what do you want to say, mom
Xiao Qiao: I'm special, special, and special want to see how aliens like you chase girls without the help of our earthlings.
Da Wu: Upstairs +1
Wu Wen: +2
Qiao Feng: Don't be like this...
Xiao Qiao: Come on, son! Rest assured, we are your strong backing and will help you when necessary.
Da Wu: Everything listens to his wife!
Wu Wen: The queen is right!
Qiao Feng: But what if I mess up
Xiao Qiao: Don't mess up, don't worry. Remember to ventilate with us every day, report progress, and we will help you solve the problem first before you mess up.
Qiao Feng: All right.
Next, Dad Wu and Angkor gave Qiaoma a blue shirt together, and Qiao Feng's heart throbbed as he watched the name that was constantly swiping the screen.
He put his cell phone away and stood up and walked outside the temple. In the afternoon, the sun is warm, the thousand-year-old temple is shaded from the sun, the air is cool and moist, and the sound of low bells sometimes sounds, far away and clear, and the dust is clean.
He walked slowly in the clean land of the Buddhist school, but he was thinking about the troubles of the mortal world.
It turns out that liking someone is such a magical experience. My heart seemed to have opened a gate, and the restlessness and doubts accumulated over the past few days poured down, and in the end it was clear and clear. It feels a bit lingering, not as clear as a formula or function, vague, and lingering, like a silk wraps people tightly, wanting to break away, or die, or turn a butterfly.
Qiao Feng took out the small, inferior brand painted with red paint from his pocket. He held it in his hand and rubbed the blue shirt's name with his fingertips. Then he stuck her name on his heart, raised his head, and squinted at the dappled sunlight that leaked from the leaves.
The light was a little dazzling, and some color blocks appeared before his eyes. He seemed to have fallen into a strange environment, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself, "How can I chase you..."
***
After leaving Lingyin Temple, Lanshan had a meal with Song Zicheng, wandered around the city for a while, looked at a few landmark buildings, and then returned to the hotel.
I haven't had a "coincidence" with Qiao Feng for most of the day, and Lan Shan was a little uncomfortable unexpectedly, always feeling that he would suddenly pop out beside her.
But Qiao Feng hasn't appeared, so I must have had a great time with my aunt's family.
The next day, she and Song Zicheng went to the summit again. Although they were traveling at public expense, they always had to pretend to be pretended. The two felt bored and went out at noon. In the afternoon, they went to the West Lake to play. There are many attractions there.
When he saw Qiao Feng again in the West Lake, Lanshan actually let out a sigh of relief quietly.
The three went to the West Lake for a tour, then packed their luggage and went to the airport. Qiao Feng bought a ticket for the same flight as Lanshan, but they were not next to each other. After boarding the plane, Song Zicheng looked at the blue shirt next to him, and then at Qiao Feng at the back, finally feeling a little bit back.
"Blue shirt, blue shirt." Qiao Feng called her from behind.
"What's wrong?"
"Blue shirt, I want to sit with you."
If someone else said something like this, Lanshan probably would have to think again, but what Qiao Feng said... Forget it, after the previous two days of blows, she didn't have the energy to think more.
She also wanted to sit with Qiao Feng, and now he spoke, Lan Shan asked Song Zicheng, "Boss, can you?"
Song Zi Chengan sat in the spacious seat, motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Lan Shan was a little disappointed, and shook his head towards Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng pointed to a forty-year-old woman with soft brows sitting next to him, "This lady is willing to change seats with you."
The blue shirt happily changed seats with her.
She slept as soon as she took the plane, and after the plane took off, she went to sleep again.
After Lanshan fell asleep, Qiao Feng took out a stack of A4 paper photocopies from his bag. These are all papers. Qiao Feng likes to collect papers. In addition to reading a lot of papers in his major, he also often flips through other majors. After he finds good papers, he copies them out and collects them. When he is bored, he reads them slowly to pass the time.
The beautiful flight attendant passed by and saw the little handsome boy holding a bunch of English stuff in his hands. She looked with gusto, and couldn't help but silently praise him in her heart.
After reading the paper for a while, Qiao Feng raised his head to relax his eyes. He looked out the window, the plane had risen above the clouds, the sky was blue, pure and clean white clouds were thickly piled up, forming an endless sea of clouds, which at first glance seemed like marshmallows that could never be eaten flat under the sky.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the blue shirt beside him. She slept soundly, looked peaceful, and breathed evenly, probably because of the low oxygen content in the cabin and her face was red.
He seemed to be bewitched by something, and he couldn't help leaning forward.
Seeing her beautiful sleeping face up close, he only felt heartbeat.
Action is worse than heart.
Qiao Feng bowed his head and kissed her face lightly. After the kiss, he licked his lips. He felt uncomfortable. He bowed his head again and carefully kissed the corners of her lips.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his heart was guilty and irritating, and his heart was about to jump out.
The blue shirt in his sleep moved suddenly.
Qiao Feng sat back in lightning speed. He leaned against the back of the chair and panted quickly while leaning on the armrest, his cheeks warming slightly.
The blue shirt did not wake up.
Qiao Feng patted his chest, and suddenly found that Song Zicheng in front of him had turned his head. I don't know how long he watched. Song Zicheng's eyes rose sharply, staring at him like killing his father and enemy.
Qiao Feng raised his eyebrows provocatively, curled the corners of his lips, and silently said to him: Loser!
The mouth shape is too standard, and Song Zicheng can hardly pretend to be confused. He turned his head angrily and slowly grinded his teeth on his seat. Song Zicheng didn't think he was a good person before, but now compared with Qiao Feng, he thinks he can be called a moral model.
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