Xueba Raiders

And went back... No, it was three times back and forth. "

"Yes," He Qing came to his senses, "Why?"

After asking this sentence, He Qing also laughed, it was funny anyway.This kind of thing might have to go to a psychiatrist to do this kind of thing together. Lifting the bottle cap with Lin Weizhen is like playing a game, and it cultivates feelings.

People are good to everything and happy in everything.

After dinner, the two sat at the table and watched the documentary together, which was about the Hexi Corridor.

Yellow sand in the desert, the history goes away with the sound of camel bells, the lens of the starry sky and glaciers is accompanied by a West Asian-style arrangement, under the double impact of vision and hearing, the ancient Silk Road seems to have a soul.

Lin Weizhen asked He Qing which character impressed him the most.

"Zhang Qian," said He Qing, "It's rare to be persevering and upright."

After He Qing finished speaking, he asked Lin Weizhen again, and the other party smiled and said "Huo Qubing".

"Gorgeous," Lin Weizhen said, "He's so gorgeous."

The young hero won the whole army, why should the Xiongnu survive.

He Qing played the documentary on the full screen of the computer, and only one floor lamp was turned on in the room, which gave a warm light.The room is not big, and the sofa placed by the landlord is also very small, it would be too crowded for one more person to sit on it.When it was too hot to eat, Lin Weizhen turned on the air conditioner, and fearing that He Qingleng brought a small blanket.He Qing pinched a corner of the blanket, turned his head to look at Lin Weizhen's eyes.

Those eyes are also gorgeous.

He Qing felt that it was only a matter of time before he became fascinated by him.

When they met, Lin Weizhen was a misplaced person, a dusty pearl.If you give him a free world like now, he will be the light source itself.

The author has something to say:

Ho: Orwell and Huxley are dystopian writers, and Mises and Hayek are both Austrian economists.

Lin: Let's watch and cherish the little days, I'm going to study abroad soon!

感谢在2020-06-2212:29:37~2020-06-2217:52:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 North Volume;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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## Chapter 52

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After watching the documentary, neither of them was sleepy, and there was nothing planned for the next day. Lin Weizhen turned on the computer and said that he wanted to show He Qing a game called "Famine", which was very advanced.

He Qing poked his head to look with great interest, the network was a bit stuck, and Steam had been updated for a long time.After long-awaited calls, Lin Weizhen proudly manipulated the villain to walk around on the screen. The villain is ugly and cute, and can make all kinds of wonderful expressions.

"Look, this can build a home," Lin Weizhen adjusted the angle of the map, "Open a farm, grow vegetables, fish, cook, and there are many kinds of recipes. Ah, this is a swamp, tentacles have come out, run fast run, run..."

Lin Weizhen had a great time playing. After unlocking the technology, he even built a tent and went inside to get his brain power back.

He Qing waited for a long time, but couldn't bear it anymore: "Did you fight monsters?"

"Yes," Lin Weizhen said, "Don't panic, the winter boss hasn't been spawned, why don't you go fight someone else?"

He Qing laughed while watching Lin Weizhen's operation. On the screen, the spider queen opened her teeth and claws, and Lin Weizhen outside the screen also opened her teeth and claws. This monster is not exciting at all, but it is very cute.He considered his words before he said, "This...advanced game, it's quite old-fashioned."

Lin Weizhen understood the meaning of the words: "What's wrong with the pension, this is the top few survival games on Steam."

He Qing laughed while saying "good, good, good", and Lin Weizhen also laughed: "Then you make a high-level account?"

He Qing logged into his own account, but there were actually not many games in it, most of them were recommended by his roommates, and we played a few times while we were busy taking advantage of the small vacation.

"This is also a survival game called "Oxygen Deficiency," He Qing said. "Or it's a management game. You have to provide these people with water, food, oxygen, and adjust the appropriate pressure and temperature to maintain their lives."

This is a very early archive, and it can be seen that it has been played for a long time. He Qing was talking while operating, and Lin Weizhen was already dizzy when he talked about "oil cracking", "liquid cooler", and "mucus lung disease".

"No," Lin Weizhen leaned on He Qing's shoulder, "I'm out of oxygen."

He Qing laughed, reached out to embrace him, and blew into his ear: "Artificial respiration?"

Lin Weizhen jumped up with a "whoosh", and saw the light from the computer screen reflected on He Qing's face, and the corners of the other's eyes were slightly lowered, with a little pride of having succeeded in a prank.

"Leave a teacher," Lin Weizhen tutted his head and shook his head, "My fault, I brought an honest gentleman to the point of no return..."

He Qing smiled and dragged Lin Weizhen back, and asked him to continue watching the operation.Lin Weizhen looked at the series-parallel circuits on the screen, and couldn't help asking: "You come out of the laboratory and still have the brainpower to play this kind of game?"

He Qing raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

It was already twelve o'clock when He cleared the game, the summer night was sweltering, and the air conditioner was always on.The curtains were not closed, and the moon could be seen when I looked up.

The summer vacation passed quickly, and before Lin Weizhen left the company, he finally published a manuscript independently, and the public account pushed it simultaneously. The teacher with the teaching said that everything from the writing level to the number of clicks and reposts was overqualified. (more than required)

"What time will you be back at night?" He Qing smiled on the other end of the phone, "Shall we celebrate, Reporter Lin?"

Lin Weizhen went to a convenience store to buy a cup of coffee to recharge his battery, and had to go to the embassy in the afternoon to complete the formalities.He took a sip of his latte and plugged in the other earphone: "It's about seven o'clock."

At seven o'clock in the evening rush hour, I had to wait for two waves just waiting for the subway.It was already a quarter past seven when Lin Weizhen entered the house, and just after changing his shoes, he saw a express carton on the ground.

"I signed for it," He Qing said, "It hasn't been opened."

Lin Weizhen smiled and said, "Why don't you dismantle it?"

He Qing took the scissors and handed them to him: "Of course you opened your express delivery."

It's not that He Qing sees outsiders, no matter how close people are, they have to protect each other's privacy, Lin Weizhen knows it well, this is a kind of absolute trust.

It's just that this express delivery is for He Qing.

"One for you," Lin Weizhen took out two cups from the bubble wrap, "One for me, it's the same, don't miss me too much when I'm gone."

The cup is made of ceramic, with a gold rim around the mouth, and it is heavy in the hand.Lin Weizhen smiled again: "Use it even when you don't think about me. When you see it, you will think of me."

He Qing lowered his head and rubbed his fingers on the wall of the cup: "Isn't it because I miss this person that I use what he gave me?"

The author has something to say:

Steam players feel that famine and hypoxia are inexplicably suitable for Lin Zai and He Shen's temperament =w=

Too tired to go to class today, write more during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday

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## Chapter 53

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The things you can't see when you look up are placed by your side, which is finally a sustenance.When Lin Weizhen came back, he could always see two identical ceramic cups washed and placed on the table, as if they were cuddling each other.

The days slipped away like double speed, watermelons, movies, gentle songs, whispers at night, together constituted this summer.When He Qing sends Lin Weizhen to the airport, there is always a sense of unreality. Teenagers don’t know how to feel sad. They have never experienced a few partings. The chic, always look forward.

until today.

"I thought my luggage was overweight." Lin Weizhen came out of the check-in line, holding his passport in his hand, "It turned out not to be overweight, just right."

He Qing let out a "hmm" and kept his eyes on him, as if he was made of iron and Lin Weizhen was a magnet.

It seems that there is something to say, but the words are swallowed.After all, it is a young man, his heart is burning with the flame of turmoil, and he can understand everything with just one look, so there is no need to talk so much.

You can't give up the exchange in order not to have a long-distance relationship.

Lin Weizhen smiled at him: "One year is very fast."

In fact, Lin Weizhen is the more sentimental one compared to the two, but after all, he is going abroad, so he has to worry about the boarding time and contact his classmates all the time.

The French student who went to Belgium for high school exchange together was Wang Chengxia, nicknamed "Prime Minister Wang", who was on the same plane as Lin Weizhen.Different schools have different specific arrangements, and the few exchange students who went to Paris High School will leave next week.

Wang Chengxia knew that Lin Weizhen had a boyfriend to see him off, so he agreed to meet him directly on the plane, so as to give the young couple more time.

"Be happy," Lin Weizhen winked at He Qing, "go out and play and send you a postcard, okay?"

His tone was like teasing a child, He Qing smiled and said "OK".

The two sat on chairs and waited, Lin Weizhen held the trolley case with one hand, and held He Qing's hand with the other.All kinds of people come and go, some seem to be strolling in a garden, some are running for their lives, and from time to time, a few words of flight information broadcast into the ears, playing in Chinese and then in English.

"It's your flight number." He Qing said.

Lin Weizhen moved his fingers, reluctantly let go, and then held them tightly again.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Lin Weizhen slowly let go, pushed the box forward a few steps, turned around again, and hugged He Qing with open arms.

Lin Weizhen was going to spend the night on the plane and brought a jacket, but He Qinglai only wore a short-sleeved jacket as a gift.The air conditioner at the airport was fully turned on, and Lin Weizhen felt cold when he touched He Qing's arms, so he took him into his arms again, as if to give him more warmth.

"Let's go," He Qing said in a low voice, and patted Lin Weizhen on the back twice, "Pay attention to safety.