Three days after returning from the clubhouse, the editor called Lin Mian.
The next issue of the magazine will be a column interview with Teacher Mu Mian. Before that, the editor discussed the time with Lin Mian, and brought two assistants over the next day.
The two assistants brought, one is responsible for the question and answer transcript, and the other is responsible for photography. The three searched around Lin Mian's apartment with the equipment, but failed to find a place to set up an interview set.
"Teacher," the editor wandered from the living room to the bedroom, and then entered the workshop where Lin Mian's drawings were made. He poked his head out of the workshop for the third time, and couldn't help discussing, "Can you temporarily remove the posters on the wall?"
In fact, according to the environment, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the workshop are facing the sun, and the lighting is very good, which is very suitable for taking interview photos.
But Mr. Mu Mian, a cartoonist who draws girls' pure love comics, has plastered posters of horror movies all over his workshop, and if he just takes a picture, it will be a picture of midnight horror and midnight bell. Do we still need to do this interview
Two days ago, Lin Mian took time to go to the club, and when he came back, he repeatedly recalled in his mind the kiss that he failed to kiss while standing on tiptoe. The revolutionary fighting spirit temporarily died down, and he had been idly depressed in the apartment until now. He owed a lot of manuscripts. .
At this moment, she took the time to poke her head out from the manuscript, touched the pressure-sensitive pen to the corner of her forehead, and said reluctantly: "These are limited edition posters... If you want to tear it, tear me up."
"You don't have to tear it off, you can just cover it up." The editor conceded, "The sample booklet I sent before contained posters around the comic book, or use those posters to cover it up first. By the way, teacher, where did you put those posters?" ?”
Teacher Mu Mian coughed and replied softly, "I forgot."
Without exception, she stuffed the girly manga books sent by the previous editors into the corners of the bookcases, and it was difficult to find them, let alone the surrounding posters.
"..." I've never seen a manga artist who doesn't want to see the girl manga he draws so much. The editor gritted his teeth, and said directly, "Then find the manga manuscript and paste it."
There is no shortage of waste manga manuscripts in the workplace. The editor and two assistants rummaged through the stack of manuscripts on the table and found a few decent ones, intending to cover up the posters on the wall.
After a while, the editor took the drawing, looked at it and asked doubtfully, "Teacher, is this the new character that will appear next time?"
The two sketches in my hand both depict the same two people.
In one of the manuscripts, the little girl pulled the man's tie and kissed him domineeringly.
In the other one, the little girl stepped on the man's leather shoes and kissed him domineeringly.
Teacher Mu Mian watched it for a while, then quietly replied: "No, I am doing a simulation exercise."
The last four words were pronounced one by one, obviously resentful.
That day Lin Mian spilled wine twice in the clubhouse, and after dinner, Que Qingyan drove her back to the apartment.
Before she left, she only had time to say hello to Que Min and his group, but she didn't explain about living in the same apartment. Que Min tacitly agreed that the two had already lived together, she smiled meaningfully, and eagerly left Lin Mian's phone number before leaving.
In the car, Lin Mian thought for a moment, and then asked: "I don't live with you... Is it okay if I don't explain to them? Will it be bad for you?"
Que Qingyan was driving the car, and upon hearing the words, he said, "I'll call Que Min to explain this clearly." After a pause, he added, "She's not a chatterbox, so don't worry too much."
"No, I'm not worried about myself." Lin Mian added in a low voice, "...I'm afraid you might mind."
She didn't have the nerve to say that because of the secret and dirty thoughts in her heart, when Que Min misunderstood them being together just now, she didn't want to clarify so quickly.
Lin Mian blushed secretly, she was really shameless.
Thinking of the missed kiss just now, Lin Mian felt so regretful that he wanted to scratch the window glass again. She turned her head and saw Que Qingyan in the driver's seat driving the car through the reflection of the car window. He was paying attention to the road conditions with picturesque eyes, and Ying Jun's profound side face was reflected on the car window.
Lin Mian's ears were red, she reached out her hand quietly, rubbed his lips with her fingertips on the reflection of the car window, and then quickly withdrew her hand.
"Clothes..." Lin Mian suddenly thought of something, and turned around, "I'm still wearing the clothes. When I go back and wash them, I'll return them to you tomorrow."
Her previous skirt had spilled wine, and the clothes on her body were borrowed from Que Min.
"The clothes will be returned within two days." Que Qingyan paused and said, "I will have a lecture in S City in a few days, not in the apartment."
He's gone these days...
Lin Mian pursed her lips: "When... are you leaving?"
"Tonight." Sensing her hesitation, Que Qingyan asked casually, "What's wrong?"
For tonight's flight, he took her to the clubhouse for dinner at noon, and now he is taking her back to the apartment... It will take a lot of time to pack her luggage.
Lin Mian suddenly discovered that although she liked Que Qingyan very much, she didn't know anything about his work and life arrangements. She was obviously in a state of confusion, and sometimes she even didn't know as much as Xu Zhu.
She wanted to squeeze into his life, hints and expresses were not enough, she had to... she had to find a fair reason.
Lin Mian panicked for no reason, was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can I chase you?"
"..."
The car drove through the shock absorber and came to a slow stop before the red light.
While waiting for the red light, Que Qingyan turned his face to look at Lin Mian, his brows and eyes were drawn into a restrained outline by the light, his dark eyes were dark, and he didn't answer.
Lin Mian met his gaze, and the prepared explanation froze in an instant: "I, I don't know how to chase people, and this is the first time I've chased you."
"So I don't understand a lot of things," she simply thought of something to say, and she used up all the thick-skinned words in her life without giving up, "Sometimes when I don't know how to chase you, can you be like... like Like at noon... teach me?"
At noon, Que Qingyan only taught her with words, but if she really took actions...
Lin Mian imagined the scene and felt that he would be sent to the hospital with a tachycardia.
Teacher Mu Mian is the first one who can chase people so boldly and confidently.
After hearing these words, Que Qingyan pinched the center of her brows and smiled with lowered eyes.
At the birthday party that day, Que Min asked him where he picked up such a treasure.
It's really a...
"You want to chase me, and you still want me to teach you how to chase after me." Que Qingyan paused, and asked her calmly, "Lin Mian, who gave you the courage?"
When this question came to him, the sound was lowered. There was no serious questioning tone, but a simple question. To Lin Mian's ears, it sounded a bit abstinent and seductive for no reason.
Her face became hot, and she replied obediently: "...you, you." The voice was too low, and I don't know if the other party heard it.
At the moment when the red light ended, Que Qingyan turned around and drove back to the city.
Still waiting for his answer, Lin Mian curled up her fingertips and asked anxiously, "Is it not possible?"
If someone else had said such things to Que Shao, he would have been thrown out of the car with a cold face.
Que Qingyan tapped his slender fingers on the steering wheel and checked the time.
He mused back: "I'll talk about it when I get back."
Because of Que Qingyan's words, Lin Mian has been living in extreme torment for the past few days.
So much so that when he was interviewed by a magazine, he was still in a state of absent-mindedness.
Que Qingyan didn't reply her right away, because he felt that her determination to chase him was not so strong, so he was testing her
Otherwise... otherwise why are you leaving her alone
"... Next question," the editor smiled, "Then I would like to ask, as a best-selling girl manga artist, do you have any hobbies? For example, Teacher Guan Tao usually likes to travel to the charming town..."
Lin Mian: "Watch a horror movie."
"..." The editor kept smiling, and turned to the assistant holding the recording pen, "Don't memorize this paragraph. When recording, change it to watching soap operas or small fresh literary films. Except for horror films, anything else is fine."
What if Que Qingyan directly rejected her after she came back
"Teacher, your comics are already best-selling works, so before you succeeded, did you have any regrets?"
Lin Mian: "I didn't grow to 1.88 meters."
At that time, if... if it was a little taller, I could have kissed him.
"Teacher Mu Mian," the editor couldn't keep smiling, and asked sincerely, "Do you know what the one thing I want to do the most right now?"
Lin Mian recovered and asked, "What?"
The editor looked at her pure and harmless beautiful apricot eyes, swallowed back the sentence "I want to beat you up", and continued to the next question: "It is very inspirational to be able to draw moving girl comics, so teacher, what do you usually create? Where did the inspiration come from?"
Just when the editor subconsciously felt that the word "talent" would come out of Mr. Mu Mian's mouth, Lin Mian thought for a moment and asked, "Will all these be published by then?"
The editor nodded: "Basically yes."
Lin Mian thought about what to say, rubbed his face, and began to answer the question just now: "It's because of one person..."
When the last interview photo was taken, Lin Mian was not wearing a mask.
It was the first time for Mr. Mu Mian to show his true face. The editor excitedly grabbed the photography assistant and made dozens of shapes back and forth, and took the picture of Mu Mian, who was drawing in the studio, with a beautiful sense of blockbuster. The photobook is up.
Before leaving, Lin Mian rarely asked the editor to order samples.
"After the magazine is published, I will definitely send a copy," the editor asked, "Teacher, do you want to see the photos? Otherwise, I will print out a separate copy and send it to you together at that time."
"No."
Lin Mian looked at the newly pasted manuscript on the wall, nibbled on the pressure-sensitive pen, and thought silently.
She was trying to... give the magazine to someone.
This week, in the International Economic Law class of K University, Professor Que went on a business trip to give lectures, and the doctoral students under his leadership came to substitute for the lecture.
Lin Mian routinely went downstairs to run circles every day, and became familiar with the security guards patrolling around. Although she knew that Que Qingyan hadn't come back yet, she still came to class by chance.
Without Professor Que, a group of students fell asleep in the lecture hall. Xu Tong at the side was halfway through, and said in pain with a slack expression: "Sister Mian Mian, I'll take a nap first."
The only target of Lin Mian's sleep dependence was Que Qingyan. Now that the podium had changed, she was sober enough to help Xu Xiaotong take notes.
Halfway through memorizing, Lin Mian put down his pen. She took out the phone in her bag, swiped open the screen, and slowly opened WeChat.
Que Qingyan's WeChat avatar has not changed, and the dynamics are blank. The last chat between the two of them still stays on the one she sent.
On every social platform, he seems to have always been so low-key and restrained.
Not long ago, Lin Mian realized that she didn't seem to have a deep understanding of Que Qingyan, so she secretly checked his Facebook.
During the years when he was studying in the UK, he used Facebook more or less. There were only a few updates on it, and there were hundreds of nearly a thousand comments under each one.
There were classmates and strangers who left messages, and most of them were women of all kinds.
After Lin Mian browsed through those ambiguous or explicit strike-ups, the small theater in his mind had already bitten his handkerchief with teeth marks.
Fortunately, Que Qingyan never responded to these accosts.
wrong…
What is there to be happy about
If he doesn't reply to others, he probably won't reply to her either.
When Que Qingyan comes back in two days, maybe he will tell her ruthlessly in a cold and deep voice: "I don't accept you chasing me."
"..."
Lin Mian's head hit the pen holder, and he was about to cry because of his brain supply.
After a class was over, Lin Mian and Xu Tong said hello, and decided to suspend brain supplementation, and it would be more realistic to go back to the apartment to catch up on the manuscript.
After leaving the teaching building, halfway along the boulevard, Lin Mian was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Student!" The boy called her anxiously, "Wait a minute!"
Lin Mian turned around following the sound, and it was the little boy from before who stopped her.
"..."
Why is it him again?
Lin Mian was silent, and said politely: "...Senior, it is true that there is no need to return the umbrella."
The boy caught up and gasped after hearing the words: "I don't want to return the umbrella, I just want to ask..." His face blushed shyly, and he paused before continuing, "Are you Mu Mian?"
He was caught off guard by the question, and Lin Mian was stunned: "Huh?"
"I saw the photo on the Internet the day before yesterday," the boy explained. "At the first sight, I thought it looked like you. The more I looked at it, the more I realized that you were Mu Mian. I didn't expect you to be her."
Lin Mian said with difficulty: "I..."
"I didn't know you were Mu Mian before, no wonder I ran into you at the autograph event in T City." The boy was purely excited and said earnestly, "You shouldn't be a student of K University, right? Inspiration? I'm sorry I called you a schoolgirl before—"
Originally, Lin Mian wanted to subconsciously deny it, but the other party seemed to be convinced that she was Mu Mian, and seemed to have further intentions to discuss comics with her.
Lin Mian suddenly remembered that the little boy in front of him seemed to be still squatting in the terrifying pit he dug.
Thinking about it this way, I instantly felt that my personal safety was in danger.
When she poked open WeChat in class just now, the editor seemed to have sent her a message. At that time, she was thinking about other things and didn't read it carefully.
What are you sending
Lin Mian belatedly opened WeChat and took a look.
Edit: [Teacher, I posted your interview pictures on the official Weibo in advance, and the comments have increased several times. Are you surprised?]
Lin Mian: "..."
Life is full of surprises... ah...
However, the most surprising thing has not yet arrived. Lin Mian was dragged by the boy to chat about the follow-up plot of the manga for ten minutes. When he took the time to look up, he saw a group of people walking towards the corner of the boulevard.
Lin Mian opened his eyes wide and fixed on the man in the middle.
Que Qingyan just arrived in the afternoon, and there was another meeting in the department. He left the terminal and drove back to the school directly.
"Don't worry, I won't tell the professor." The boy followed Lin Mian to look over, and also found Que Qingyan coming towards him, and said in a low voice, "Professor Que?" Whoever came
There was no one on the wide boulevard, and Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian standing by the side of the road at a glance.
Lin Mian watched him turn his head and talk to the professor beside him, then raised his eyes to look at her, and walked away from the crowd.
Having not seen each other for nearly a week, Lin Mian restrained his heartbeat when he saw that tall, tall and familiar figure, and tried his best not to throw himself on him without anyone in front of him.
When someone approached, Lin Mian called him in a low voice: "Professor Que."
Que Qing replied, "Are you coming to class?"
"We've just finished class and we're shopping here." The boy interjected with a smile and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Professor Que."
Que Qingyan noticed that there was someone on the side, glanced at the boy, paused, and asked casually, "Are you coming to class with your friends?"
The boy nodded and answered, "We are classmates, and we took your International Economic Law class together." After speaking, he looked at Lin Mian warmly and affectionately, and added, "Is that so?"
"..."
no! ! !
We don't know each other that well, little student! ! !
Lin Mian was really about to cry.
Que Qing said that there was still a meeting to be held, and before leaving, Lin Mian watched him with blinking watery eyes, holding hundreds of words that he wanted to say to him, and was really eager to read.
The boy had just covered up his idol and crush in front of the professor, and said modestly, "You're welcome."
"I… "
Lin Mian said with difficulty: "...then I thank you."
After dinner that night, Lin Mian rolled back and forth on the carpet three times with the pillow in his arms. This lasted ten minutes of psychological tug-of-war, and finally paused the movie halfway through.
Que Qingyan came back and was upstairs.
… Upstairs upstairs.
Que Min's clothes had been washed and dried, Lin Mian folded them and put them in the clothes bag, and leaned against the closet to feel his jumping heartbeat.
Three minutes later, Lin Mian took the elevator to the tenth floor and rang the doorbell nervously.
Just as Que Qingyan opened the door, his downcast eyes met hers.
"I'll return it..." Lin Mian stammered, "Return the clothes..."
If you just return the clothes, there is no reason to talk to him after you return them.
The clothes bag was half handed over, but Lin Mian took it back, obediently hugged the bag against his chest, and did not intend to give it to him again.
After a few seconds of silence, she turned her face away, pursed her lips and told the truth: "I'm actually not here to return the clothes."
"I watched a horror movie just now, and I was a little scared." Lin Mian's ears turned red slowly, and he said in a weak voice, "That's why I want to see you."