Xueba Raiders

Peacocks, it’s cold, and they don’t wear padded clothes to look handsome. They walk around the world in woolen clothes, and at most the collars are turned up to block the wind.The hair looks like it was scratched, and it was specially styled, but the wind at the entrance of the laboratory building is still a bit crooked. Lin Weizhen is holding flowers in one hand and a bag in the other, and he can't spare his hands to straighten.The flower is a bright orange-red color, which makes people's complexions even brighter.

He Qing touched his hand when he came to help carry the bag, it was cold.

He Qing frowned slightly: "Is it cold?"

Lin Weizhen didn't nod or shake his head, just looked at him with a smile, as if he wanted to make up for the ten days he hadn't seen each other.

He Qing had nothing to do with him, holding the bag in one hand and Lin Weizhen in the other, put his cool paws to his mouth and let out a few hot breaths.

As the two got closer, the fragrance of flowers rushed from Lin Weizhen's chest to He Qing's nose. It was faint but pleasant.

"Doctor He," Lin Weizhen blinked, "Why do you only pick up the bags but not the flowers?"

He Qing was afraid that the bag would be heavy, so Lin Weizhen carried it all the way at first glance.Holding it in my hand now, it doesn't weigh much, and I'm quite curious about what's inside.

He took the flowers and asked with a smile, "Why are you still sending flowers?"

Lin Weizhen raised his eyebrows: "You can only give it?"

At the same time, they both remembered the matter of giving roses, and both laughed again.

He Qing said: "Thank you Teacher Lin for the flowers, I like them very much."

Lin Weizhen's two dimples can hold wine again, and he pointed to the bag happily: "There are still more."

He Qing couldn't help it, and he didn't know what fun it was for his family to watch people unwrap presents at the door of the laboratory building, so he just got used to it.

As soon as he opened the bag, he saw a small cake inside, with a few crooked words written on the outer layer of chocolate.

"He Qing," Lin Weizhen smiled happily, "Happy birthday."

The author has something to say:

It's June, and the homework is too much. The speed of QAQ code words can't keep up with the sugar produced by the brain.

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## Chapter 31

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"I wanted to talk about zero o'clock," Lin Weizhen continued with a smile, "but you were too sleepy yesterday and went to bed early. Anyway, if you want to meet, why don't you hold a cake and say it with sincerity."

He Qing looked at the dog crawling characters on the chocolate cake, and asked, "You wrote it?"

"Yeah," Lin Weizhen said, "It's useless to dislike it, it can only be written like this, and the airbrush doesn't work at all."

He Qing raised his head and lowered the end of his eyes: "No, I like it very much."

He Qing is not used to celebrating birthdays, he doesn’t like excitement, when he was a child, Gu Xiaoyan called neighbors and children to hold parties, others ate and drank, and ran around the room chasing balloons, He Qing, wearing a birthday hat, sat in front of the table in a regular manner, eating Cake is watching the encyclopedia column on TV.The children returned to their homes with cream all over their faces and clothes. Gu Xiaoyan sent the guests away and found that her son's hands and face were clean, and she didn't know who was the protagonist of the party.

Growing up, he has been studying outside for so many years, his birthday is stuck in the final quarter, and he is overwhelmed by homework and review tasks.Except that Gu Xiaoyan would call and Liang Wei politely sent a red envelope, no one paid attention.Jiang Feng and his group of roommates were careless, and if they could think of it, they would just say blessings, but if they couldn't, this day would have passed, and the ripples had disappeared, and it was still a peaceful pool of water.

Lin Weizhen doesn't think that his birthday has always been a ritual.

Lin's father and Lin's mother live like ancient literati. On their birthdays, their sons will each write a handwritten letter.For a few years, Lin Weizhen couldn't get past the hurdles in his heart. Every birthday, he dug out those letters and locked himself in the room to read them over and over again.

After entering high school, it was better. His birthday was around the sports meeting, and the study atmosphere was the weakest in the year except for winter and summer vacations.During that week, the students were all playing wild. In the first year of high school, some friends yelled to buy a cake and have a meal together. More and more people wanted to go, and then it was directly held as a class reunion.

So it's normal for He Qing to have an impression of Lin Weizhen's birthday, but not necessarily the other way around.He Qing was a little curious after thinking about it: "How do you know my birthday?"

It has not been half a month since the two officially got together, and there are too many things on weekdays, He Qing has never taken birthday seriously, and forgot to tell Lin Weizhen.

Lin Weizhen laughed as soon as he heard it: "How could I not know this?"

Not only does Lin Weizhen know, but he has known for a long time. There are so many opportunities to register information in the same class in high school, and he will never forget it at a glance.

It's hard to come here to celebrate He Qing's birthday openly, if Lin Weizhen is to be let go, it's not Lin Weizhen.

The two walked side by side to the outside of Fenghua campus. There are many small restaurants in the nearby streets. There are not many people on weekdays, so no reservation is required.He Qing held the flowers in his hands, and the fragrance burst into his nose. He suddenly felt that celebrating birthdays is also very interesting.

There is a person who expresses "I put you at ease" all the time. An ordinary meal or a flower has become different.

It took Lin Weizhen a long time to choose a noodle restaurant, and it was full of red dust and fireworks.

He Qing paced at the door: "My flowers are wilting when I go in."

Seeing his serious face, Lin Weizhen couldn't help laughing.

This noodle restaurant looks like a small shop at first glance, hidden in a small street in the city center, inconspicuous, the words on the signboard are faded, and the painting style of the western restaurant across the street is completely different.He Qing wanted to bring flowers in, the lingering heat could indeed make Hua's head droop.

"It's my birthday," Lin Weizhen said, "I want to eat longevity noodles."

In the end, He Qing still walked in, holding flowers carefully, reluctant to put them on the table.Lin Weizhen picked up a small plate, took some peppers, and smiled again when he saw He Qing like this when he came back: "How can you eat with it, put it aside, I will buy it for you when it is wilting."

He paused, and then said: "Buy it every year, if you like it, I will work hard to make money, and I will buy it every month."

The author has something to say:

Forgive the author who has more than 6 deadlines every week in June == short and sweet, isn’t it (run away

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## Chapter 32

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He Qing smiled and said "waste".Before the two bowls of noodles were served, Lin Weizhen couldn't help teasing him: "Then what should I do, I just graduated and started working earlier than you."

The medical school is a five-year undergraduate course, and He Qing's studies are endless at a glance, at least finishing his Ph.D.

Many people in the outer courtyard have been planning to do internships since their sophomore year. The society's yardstick for "success" is sometimes like the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, which makes people restless.Everyone has their own aspirations. Lin Weizhen's Outer Academy and Zhao Linlin's School of Management both have interns at famous companies and graduates who have received glamorous offers.But in comparison, Lin Weizhen still likes He Qing's calmness.

Anyway, there are still so many years of books to read, so why rush.

Some things can’t be rushed, and it’s useless to do anxiety for the anxiety itself.Before university, it seemed that everyone was on the same track. Primary school, junior high school and high school, the days rolled by like wheels.It’s different after the third year of high school. Those who take the academic road have no time to participate in various competitions, and those who are rushing to get a good job can’t read the thick original literature. Those who have both aspects are rare.

It's even different after graduation. 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, no one has a long-term vision.

Some flowers bloom in spring, some flowers bloom in autumn, and some trees do not bloom for a lifetime, but grow into pillars.

He Qing looked at Lin Weizhen with a smile, and the other party was still talking to himself, and the more he talked, the happier he said: "Then I am in graduate school, and you are still in the fifth year, so you have to call me a senior."

He Qing thought in his heart that if I blog directly, you will call me senior.

"However," Lin Weizhen was still joking, "I really want to graduate with you, how about I apply for a gap year?"

He Qing: "What does Gap do?"

Lin Weizhen got up slightly, moved forward a little, and whispered, "I'm earning money to support you."

His eyes were so passionate, He Qing had never been stared at by such eyes, Lin Weizhen looked at him so that he gave up his armor and was willing to agree to anything.

"Here comes the noodles." The clerk said, carrying a tray.

Lin Weizhen pointed to the opposite side: "Put the one without coriander here, thank you."

The face is warm, and the heart is also warm.

He Qing took a few bites, and suddenly remembered that Lin Weizhen said "no coriander" when Gui Manlong had a dinner, and couldn't help asking: "Do you eat coriander?"

Lin Weizhen: "Of course I ate it, I really like it. When I eat hot pot, I usually have half a bowl of sesame sauce and half a bowl of coriander..."

He Qing's expression became more and more strange, Lin Weizhen suddenly stopped talking, and thought of the dinner party.

"Exposed," Lin Weizhen laughed, "exposed, exposed..."

The unsolved case a semester ago was solved, the more He Qing thought about it, the more he felt it was funny, the chopsticks were shaking when he laughed.

Lin Weizhen thought to himself, you are laughing now, if you know that I don’t like ham and fried eggs in sandwiches, I only eat them to chase you, and I will not go to heaven.

One bowl of noodles per person is satisfying, but Lin Weizhen deliberately said in advance that he should save some stomach for cake.It's also very comfortable to eat something sweet after a salty meal. He Qing still wanted to laugh when he took out the cake.

Lin Weizhen's handwriting is very beautiful, the composition is posted on the bulletin board outside every day, and occasionally he is pulled over by the literary and art committee to help write blackboard newspapers.But the "Happy Birthday He Qing" on the cake is too ugly to look at.

While unpacking the candle packaging bags, Lin Weizhen said: