At first, Wei Fuyuan only planned to let Beiquan go back after dinner, but his boss insisted on taking a walk in their school to digest food, and also inquired about several scenic spots that were said to be worth seeing with the two girls who were sharing the table, but not all It looks like he will never leave.
Young Master Wei was furious, but there was nothing he could do about this man.
While chewing the food in his mouth fiercely, he stared at Beiquan from the corner of his eye as he was chatting with two girls he had never met before. The urge to go to "Three Rivers".
But when the two of them finished their lunch, when Beiquan asked him to lead the way to the school's Nanyuan in advance, he could only take a deep breath, and then stubbornly dropped three words:
"follow me."
During the lunch break, Fengxing University was full of people, students, teachers or nearby residents passing by on the road.
Wei Fuyuan has been studying here for three years, and he has long been accustomed to the scenery on campus.
It was just that he noticed that Beiquan seemed to be very interested in everything around him.
Young Master Wei calculated in his mind the current walking progress of the two, and was very worried that when they reached the Nanyuan Garden, his first class in the afternoon might have already started.
"Hey, don't hesitate, okay?"
When Beiquan stopped for the 101st time and stood by the court to watch others play basketball, Wei Fuyuan urged the 101st time:
"It's just a group of people playing football, what's there to see?"
He scoffed:
"The level is not very good, change the young master to go up and hang the audience."
When Beiquan heard the words, he turned his head and replied with a smile:
"Because it's fun."
While the two were talking, a boy made a three-step layup, the ball hit the basket with a "bang" and bounced off the bottom line.
Wei Fuyuan pouted, with a look of disgust:
"Where's the fun?"
Beiquan's eyes were crescent-shaped with a happy expression, "This is the first time I see the daily life of college students today."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He opened his mouth and wanted to complain, "Could it be that you haven't been to college", but when the words came to his mouth, he immediately swallowed them back.
After all, Wei Fuyuan has also followed Beiquan to investigate five cases, and his insight has obviously improved, so he always feels that there is something wrong with what his boss said just now.
Wei Fuyuan frowned and thought about it carefully.
-correct!
He figured it out quickly.
The key lies in the attribute in front of "college student" - "present".
If Beiquan simply didn't go to university, so he felt fresh about it, then this attribute would be superfluous.
Wei Fuyuan's eyes swept back and forth on Beiquan's body twice.
Although Beiquan was indeed a little older than him, he was only about twenty-five years old, at most thirty, and could be counted in the category of "peers of the same age".
But just now Beiquan was just like an old man in his 60s or 70s, his tone was vaguely curious and nostalgic.
—Fuck, how did the two of them look like they were different generations!
Wei Fuyuan felt unhappy.
He stretched out his hand to catch it, put his arm on Beiquan's shoulder, and dragged him out:
"Come on, go, don't you want to see the flowers, don't linger!"
&&& &&& &&&
Nanyuan is actually the flower garden of Fengxing University.
May is the flowering season of Chinese roses. The red, yellow, pink and white flowers bloom just right. Each flower is the size of a bowl, and the layers are very beautiful.
A place full of flowers is just right for romance, so when Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan walked into Nanyuan, they found that there were already many couples here.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
Fengxing University's school spirit is not old-fashioned, and his same-sex partner, Master Wei, who came out of the closet when he was in college, has also heard of several couples.
But it is very unfortunate that at this moment Nanyuan is full of lovers of men and women, so that makes the pair of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan very abrupt.
In addition, the two of them are really good-looking. They are about 1.8 meters tall, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. They have completely different temperaments. Yes, it seems that some models came to the street to shoot.
Wei Fuyuan noticed that no matter where the two went, the attention of the nearby couples would involuntarily shift from the blooming flowers to the two, with curiosity, inquiry and gossip in their eyes.
He felt that he could hear what these people were thinking: shouldn't these two be a couple
-enough!
Wei Fuyuan smashed an innocent rose leaf fiercely, and thought while clenching his teeth:
- Don't look at it, he and I are just an ordinary employer-employee relationship, or a temporary worker!
- Besides, there is really no adultery at all!
However, Beiquan didn't understand Young Master Wei's struggle at all, and he liked the appearance of this garden very much. He strolled around and admired the past clumps, and occasionally commented on the colors of some rare varieties.
The awkward walk lasted a full twenty minutes.
Wei Fuyuan's heart was like stagnant water, and he deeply felt that after today, the fact that he is gay will spread.
Although he is a day student, he does not need to shy away from letting his classmates know his sexual orientation, but the problem is that Beiquan is not his boyfriend! —Thinking of this level, Young Master Wei always has an inexplicable feeling that he has suffered a big loss.
Fortunately, at this time, a group of people came in noisily, which just eased Wei Fuyuan's embarrassment.
The two looked at the prestige and found that it was a group of young people who looked like students.
However, unlike the others who walked around empty-handed, this group of people had quite professional photographic equipment in their hands. When they entered the door, they shouted "framing the scene". Seven or eight people spread out. Rack, very busy.
When the other couples saw that this group of people occupied Nanyuan, they were very bored and left one after another.
Only Beiquan seemed to be very interested in it, tucked behind them like tails to see how they fiddled with the camera.
Wei Fuyuan stood beside Beiquan and said:
"These people should be from the photography department of our school."
He is a business man and has almost no contact with the art department, but he vaguely remembers that when he was passing the propaganda column today, he saw a poster saying that there will be a photography exhibition in the library next month.
After Beiquan heard about it, he showed a very interested expression, and even tentatively asked him if the photography exhibition was only for teachers and students of the school, and whether people outside the school could visit.
Wei Fuyuan was afraid that Beiquan would say something like "then I'll come to the exhibition next time", so he quickly excused his afternoon class and dragged him out of the Nanyuan Garden, and then sent him all the way out of the school gate to see it with his own eyes. He finally sighed in relief when he got into the cab.
At this time, whether it was Beiquan or Wei Fuyuan, they still didn't know that they would soon have to deal with this group of people from the photography department again.
&&& &&& &&&
A week later, Thursday, June 3, at 11:50 pm.
It's time for "Thriller Night Talk" to start airing again.
Now Wei Fuyuan's preparations have been done with ease, and he has completed the equipment and is on standby at any time.
At midnight, Beiquan raised his hand and made a gesture. Wei Fuyuan immediately pressed the switch and started today's program.
In the faint sound of electric current, Beiquan turned on the microphone.
"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", here is the anchor Beiquan."
The familiar opening remarks sounded:
"Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it is."
Even after hearing such an opening remark for the sixth time, when Beiquan's soft and magnetic voice sounded, Young Master Wei still unconsciously raised his hand and touched his slightly hot ears.
Beiquan chatted casually, and without wasting any more time, he announced that it was the hotline link.
[Bell-Bell-Bell-]
Almost in the next second, the phone rang suddenly.
"Looks like our audience tonight can't wait."
Beiquan smiled and pressed the call button:
"Without further ado, let's hear what he or she has to say to us."
[host!]
A young man's voice came from the loudspeaker:
[Host, help! Help!]
As soon as he opened his mouth, he could not wait to call for help, and his tone sounded anxious, giving people an illusion, as if this was not a late-night radio program, but a 110 police call.
Wei Fuyuan from the outside stunned, and immediately cheered up. His sixth sense told him that this time they might have a big deal.
"Don't worry."
Beiquan was not affected by the other party's urgency at all, and his voice was still gentle and kind:
"What trouble have you encountered, you can tell me in detail."
[Yes, host, what should I do now?]
The caller was obviously very flustered, speaking very fast, and his expressions were reversed:
[We can't go out now, we can't go out at all, we live the same life every day, every day is like this!]
[And, and we lose one person every day, the teacher disappeared, and the classmates disappeared one by one!]
[I want to go home! I don't want to stay here anymore!]
"Oh?"
Beiquan took advantage of the youth's chance to breathe and interrupted him:
"So, you are a student?"
He guessed from Fang's slightly drab voice:
"A high school student or a college student?"
[I am a college student.]
This time, the caller easily revealed his basic information on the hotline:
[Yes, I'm in college, a junior.]
Hearing this, Beiquan raised his eyes slightly.
Directly in front of his line of sight, another junior was looking at him.
Beiquan slightly curled the corners of his lips and continued to ask:
[Then can you tell me where you and your teachers and classmates are now?]
The phone froze for a moment.
Beiquan frowned, a little worried that this question was too straightforward, so he accidentally alarmed the ghost.
Fortunately, the phone did not hang up immediately.
After about two seconds, the youth spoke again.
[By the way, we are in a village now!]
He said eagerly:
[We are locked in a village and can't get out!]