The scenery outside the window was flickering, why not seem to be really tired, after getting in the car, he leaned against Qin Guanglin and looked out the window quietly.
Qin Guanglin, who was sitting outside, was playing with a lock of her hair in his hands, and suddenly asked, "What do you think I am going to do tomorrow?"
He is still dubious about metaphysics, and wants to see if the Dunjia He said is really so magical.
He might as well pull the coat on his body, "Call Teacher He to come and listen, and I'll count it for you."
"don't want."
Although Qin Guanglin acquiesced in the title of classmate Qin, he still resisted Teacher He, "You give up."
"That doesn't count." She turned her head to look at Qin Guanglin, "I'll let you call me sooner or later."
"impossible."
"We'll see." Full of confidence, He Wei leaned on his shoulder and looked out of the window, "Anyway, it doesn't matter if you can't call me now."
"Then what do I call you?" Qin Guanglin was restrained by this trick, and he always said you, you, you, and seldom called you by name, so why not.
What should I call it now? Is it possible to learn what other people call a baby? Baby? Honey
Hey~ Thinking about it, I felt a chill, and my skin got goosebumps. Absolutely not, I might as well call him Teacher He.
"Think to yourself, you can't call me by my name anyway." He might as well lift his chin proudly, "You have to tell me if you want to figure it out, and I will do it with my consent."
"..."
Qin Guanglin didn't want to be nasty, so he decided not to call her. If there was anything to say, just tell her by her name.
When he was free, he took He Qi's little hands to play with, not knowing if this was a strange habit, but he always felt that her hands were small, soft, and very comfortable to touch.
Qin Guanglin rubbed and touched it for a while, and felt that the tender little hand became more and more cute, and suddenly had the urge to kiss it.
Taking a peek at He Wu, he hesitated, could he be a pervert
After thinking about it, it shouldn't be, and kissing her little hand is nothing - what I like is her whole person, and her hand is also a part of her, it's normal to like her.
He really liked it more and more, Qin Guanglin quietly lowered his head and kissed it.
He raised his head, met He Wu's eyes, and turned his head nonchalantly to look out of the window on the other side.
"Mensao." He might as well find it funny to see him sneaking around, "Teach you well sooner or later."
"Teaching what?" Qin Guanglin couldn't help asking, why didn't he say the first two words in a low voice just now, so he couldn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing, Qin, you are fine."
"..."
It's too bad to speak inaudiblely and not to repeat yourself.
By the time he got off the bus, Qin Guanglin had already had a good time touching it, so he led He Wei to the school slowly. There are quite a lot of people here at night, unlike his neighborhood where he rarely sees a few pedestrians.
"Do you want to buy some food to take back?" He looked at the supermarket next to him and asked. He had eaten too early, and he might be hungry at night.
"No, eating at night will make you fat." He Wei shook his head.
Qin Guanglin sized her up, "You're not fat."
"That's why you have to keep it, otherwise you won't look good in a skirt." Why not look down at yourself, satisfied with your figure.
"You seem to like wearing skirts?"
From the first meeting to the present, she has spent most of the time wearing all kinds of long skirts, or sports pants and casual pants, and she has never been higher than her calves.
"Yes." He might as well nod, "When I become a teacher, I won't be able to wear it often, and now I need to wear it for a few more days."
"That's true."
After talking, he had already strolled downstairs, why not return the coat he was wearing to Qin Guanglin, and just stood there and looked at him.
"Go up." Qin Guanglin put his coat in his arms, ready to watch her go up before leaving.
"Student Qin, did you forget something?" He Wei's expression became serious.
"What?"
"Think about it carefully."
Qin Guanglin looked confused, forgot something...
"On the boat." He Wei reminded him.
"Ah, I remembered." Qin Guanglin remembered what he had promised her when he heard the reminder, and kissed her every day when they met for the first time and when they parted.
He looked around and made sure that there were not many people nearby, so he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.
He Wu smiled contentedly, "Be careful when you go back, I'm going up."
"good."
Seeing her turn and go upstairs, Qin Guanglin walked out of the school and put on the coat in his hand. The night wind was a bit cold.
When I got home, Mother Qin had already returned and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She greeted him casually when she saw him enter the door, "You're tired from playing all day, go to bed early."
"you should also rest earlier."
Qin Guanglin responded, poured himself a glass of water and went back to the room after drinking it. He felt a little tired when he lay down on the bed.
After lying quietly for a while, recalling what happened today, he got up from the bed and turned off the lights to prepare to fall asleep.
I kind of miss that soft little body, it would be nice to be able to hug and fall asleep every day...
Night, without dreams.
After sleeping until dawn, Qin Guanglin opened his eyes and it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. He took out his mobile phone and looked through it. Why not send him a good morning at eight o'clock as usual, and he replied the same way, then he put down his mobile phone and got up wash up.
Sun Wen gave him a brief introduction when he sent him the company address. The studio was established less than two years ago. Although there are only a dozen or so employees, the boss is excellent in business. He has won several well-known novel IPs to adapt comics and develop The prospects are pretty good.
The appointment time was eleven o'clock in the noon, and Qin Guanglin arrived at ten thirty.
He doesn't come here very often. As a half-otaku, he often goes out only when he has something to do, and he goes back after finishing his work, and rarely hangs out.
After casually wandering around to understand the environment, Qin Guanglin took a look around, and then went to the Starbucks downstairs of Sun Wen's company to order a cup of lemon tea to pass the time—he also wanted to taste the lemon tea he likes. How delicious is it? .
Sweet and sour, far worse than carrot juice, Qin Guanglin sat for more than ten minutes and took out his mobile phone to contact Sun Wen, telling him that he had arrived and was downstairs.
Although Sun Wen's name bears a letter, he is extremely burly, with a height of almost 1.9 meters. He is a well-built burly man. No one who sees him can connect him with meticulous work like painting.
After a while, the unusually eye-catching Sun Wen appeared in Qin Guanglin's field of vision, and he stood up to greet him.
"Mosquito, here it is."
"I saw you." Sun Wen laughed and came over, hooked Qin Guanglin's shoulders and strangled him, "I'm not as strong as before, lack of exercise."
"I haven't exercised since I graduated." Qin Guanglin rubbed his shoulders, and the boy became stronger again.
When Sun Wen was in school, he always dragged Qin Guanglin to exercise. It seems that this guy has maintained the habit of exercising after graduation.
Sun Wen smiled happily, "Eat first or go to the studio first?"
"I haven't seen you for a while, of course I'm going to eat first." Qin Guanglin looked around, "I'm not familiar with this place either, you pick a place."
"I've tried one over there, and it tastes good." Sun Wen walked forward with Qin Guanglin in his arms, "Why do you suddenly want to find a job, kid?"
"More income, otherwise it will be unstable."
"Hey, you are not satisfied with this, how about we change, I don't think it's unstable."
Qin Guanglin is recognized by everyone in the dormitory as the one with the best painting skills, and he is also the only one who can easily live without working and relying on drafting. He is comfortable and relaxed, and they are always a little envious when they talk about it.
Qin Guanglin smiled, "You can try it."
"It's not that I haven't tried it before. People don't like my paintings, and they will starve to death at home." Sun Wen curled his lips.
While watching the torture of Snail House, I am writing this sweet article... I am so sad
(end of this chapter)