Fairy, give back my grandfather

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Winter goes to spring, everything recovers, grass grows and warblers fly, and everything is as it should be.

In the laboratory, the professor went back to celebrate his wife's birthday after a visit. Naturally, they were lazy, so what should they do?

By the Jade Lake, Qi Songlin led Duan Cheng for a walk. It was just right. He would tell Duan Cheng what kind of grass this is and what kind of flower that is. Duan Cheng followed behind, nodding constantly, listening carefully, But there is always something missing.

Qi Songlin stopped walking: what's wrong with you?

Duan Cheng: Qi Songlin, I have a question.

Qi Songlin: You ask.

Duan Cheng was a little shy, his cheeks were slightly stained with a little blush, and Qi Songlin's heart moved slightly as he watched.

"What do you like about me?"

Qi Songlin thought about it for a while, and after a while, he remembered something, and the softness on his face became even more intoxicating.

"Must I say it?"

Duan Cheng looked at him and nodded solemnly.

Qi Songlin: The DJ who likes you is called "Song Qi Liangcheng".

Duan Cheng:! ! …………………

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Qi Songchen didn't have the habit of listening to the radio before. He was in the laboratory or in the classroom every day. His usual entertainment habit was to feed small animals in the back mountain and watch them grow up little by little.

However, under the halo, there are always dark places that cannot be illuminated, and draw a clear line with the light.

Qi Songchen, who has been in the laboratory since the university, has always been the professor's favorite student, and became the leader of the project team after obtaining some experimental results.He likes biology and finds it interesting to be able to study life, but when he shines, the pressure also follows.

No one lives smoothly for a lifetime. After a semester of research, problems with experimental projects appear one after another. The burden on him as the team leader is getting heavier and heavier. Qi Songchen's sleep quality is getting worse and worse. Sometimes he is worried about the project and can't do it all night long. Close your eyes.

At that time, the psychiatrist suggested to him that he could listen to the radio before going to bed at night, which might be effective.

When choosing a radio station, Qi Songchen listened to a lot, but he didn't feel anything. After browsing for more than an hour, his eyes fell on a DJ named "Song Qi Liangcheng".

The click rate of this DJ is not high, so he should be a newcomer.

With the thought of giving it a try, Qi Songchen clicked in.

At that time, Duan Cheng had just entered the radio station. When choosing broadcast content, he didn’t want to use ready-made vulgar manuscripts. Instead, he searched for the latest hot issues a week before the broadcast, and integrated the current people’s restless mentality. Use delicate language to describe one thing, just like chatting, simple and happy.

His voice is very unique, not deep, not as rough as ordinary boys, like a stream flowing, with the elegant charm of a guzheng, and occasionally a magnetic sound, which belongs to the kind that gets better the more you listen to it.

Qi Songchen listened to it for a week, and finally cleared up the other records, except for this DJ named "Song Qi Liangcheng".

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Duan Cheng goes to the radio station once a week, and every time it is a different hotspot, the gentle flowing water surrounds the majestic mountains, his dedication to doing things has increased his audience, and the click-through rate has also steadily increased.

After he started receiving letters from the audience, the director wanted to open a hotline on weekends, each time for half an hour, and asked Duan Cheng for his opinion.

Duan Cheng thought for a while, then nodded.

He doesn't like to show his face, but only likes to do some behind-the-scenes work. Duan Cheng has no reason not to agree to this method of borrowing the aura of the platform, without having to swipe his face, and passing positive energy to more people.

This is the way he likes to exist.

Until one day, a strange phone call came in from the radio station.

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The reason why it is strange is because the telephone from the radio station is more expensive than ordinary telephones, and this person called in and did not speak for a full 3 minutes. His colleagues thought it was a prank and were about to cut it off, but Duan Cheng raised his hand to signal no need.

Anyone who knows the hotline must be one of his listeners. How can someone who clicks in occasionally be so boring?

Duan Cheng listened to the shallow breathing, and instinctively felt that this person was in a bad mood.

He once read a book, which said that an old man who helped others solve problems wrote letters to encourage those who lost their way. Once he received a blank letter, but he still replied seriously.

The old man felt that it was because of the blankness that he was confused.

Duan Cheng picked up the headset, and his voice was slow and unhurried.

He said hello and said, let me tell you a joke.

There was a long-distance relationship between a man and a woman. The boy called the girl every day, told her to add clothes when it was cold, and reminded her to bring an umbrella when it rained. However, a year later, the girl proposed to break up.The boy was very puzzled, but the girl only said, 360 days a year, you are lying to me for 360 days.

Director: ...

colleague:……

Audience: ...

It’s so cold!

Duan Cheng Bing listened quietly to the other end while holding his breath. Not long after, a very light laugh came.

Duan Cheng let out a long breath.

He said, look, boys and girls break up not because of bad relationships, but because of external forces.Let's not talk about love, let's talk about being a human being, how can we not be at the mercy of some external force?

Those who love you don't doubt you, and those you love support you, that's enough, others, get out.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Songlin was sitting on the bench with his mobile phone, slowly curling the corners of his lips, looking up at the moon above his head.

Cool, beautiful, and out of reach.

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At the end of that phone call, Duan Cheng heard a hoarse thank you.

Duan Cheng looked at the director beside him, who gave him a thumbs up.

That night, the moonlight was really good.

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A year later, Qi Songlin was reading a book in the bamboo grove, and a boy hurriedly ran over beside him, with a blushing face and stammering.

But Qi Songlin immediately recognized that he was the DJ named "Song Qi Liangcheng". With such a unique voice, there is absolutely no second person.

So he closed the book, wondering what he was trying to say.

As a result, the oolong of "Fairy, return my grandfather" was born.Before he had time to tell him, the little thing ran away, not at all as calm as he was on the phone at the beginning, full of shyness.

Qi Songlin looked at the disappearing figure and remembered the name - Duan Cheng.

The purchase of medicine in the snowy night, the interview in the teaching building, and his bold confession touched the string in Qi Songlin's heart time and time again. Later, Duan Cheng also said on the radio that he fell in love with a People, that description is almost the same as Qi Songlin.

He was overwhelmed by the audacity of becoming fearless.

So, he said, Duan Cheng, I like you too.

I like everything about you and want to hold you in my arms.

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In the end, Duan Cheng didn't ask how Qi Songlin knew about it. Every time he wanted to get to the bottom of it, he was blocked by a kiss from Qi Songlin.

He is not reconciled, he wants to know, wants to know so much!

In the third year of research, Qi Songlin moved out of the dormitory and lived in a small apartment. Duan Cheng brought him a bottle of wine in the name of celebration, trying to find out after getting drunk.

Qi Songlin was poured several big cups by Duan Cheng's method, his face was ruddy, and his eyes were blurred.

Duan Chengqing rubbed his hands together, and asked that question again.

Qi Songlin narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pulled Duan Cheng into his arms, sat down on his lap, bit his little ear and said something, want to know?

Duan Cheng nodded sincerely, rubbed his arms around Qi Songlin's neck a few times, tell me, tell me.

Then Duan Cheng felt something hot and swollen under his body, pressing against his ass. When he came back to his senses and understood what happened, Qi Songlin had already thrown him into it. Sofa, pressing down.

Duan Cheng: What are you doing?

Qi Songlin: Full of warmth and thoughts of lust.

Duan Cheng: I'm not full yet.

Qi Songlin: It’s okay, I’ll feed you.

Duan Cheng: ... Can I stop asking?

Qi Songlin: It's late!

Duan Cheng: Help! ! ! !

Qi Songlin bit the button of Duan Cheng's clothes, took bites and bites on his beautiful collarbone, finally undid the zipper of the jeans that got in the way, and turned him over.

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Since then, Duan Cheng has moved out and lived with Qi Songlin.

Since then, Duan Cheng's radio attendance has dropped.

Reason for leave: His voice became hoarse in the middle of the night, and he wanted to rest.

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