fleeting story

Yan Qi raised his drum stick, and Gu Fan was so excited that he almost threw the bass in his hand to the ground.

"That's awesome!" Gu Fan exclaimed, "You know it in just one semester?"

"Where is this?" Yan Qi put the drumsticks into the leather case on the side of the shelf: "It's still early."

"It's late, it's late, I think the band can go." Gu Fan put his arms around his shoulders and danced, tearing Yan Qi's clothes into several marks.

"It's funny." Xie looked at Gu Fan while cleaning the violin and said, "Not to mention whether I can blend in with you, Yan Qi has just learned a few simple pieces of music, even if he wants to play popular songs, he has to find a professional It takes a lot of practice to find the score."

"Don't worry." Yan Qi wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned on his phone and glanced at the screen: "Damn it!"

"What's the matter?" Gu Fan leaned over.

"I put it on mute, my brother made twelve calls." Yan Qi hurriedly called back.

Before there was a sound, Zhou Luo's anxious voice came over: "Yan Qi!"

"Hey! Brother! I..." Yan Qi yelled twice, and suddenly he didn't know what to say, his nose was sore, but he wanted to laugh.

"Come to Teacher Qi's office!" Zhou Luo hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

"End..." Yan Qi looked at the darkened screen and sighed. The down jacket had just put on one sleeve, and Gu Fan helped him put on the other sleeve: "Is your brother angry with you?"

"I forgot to tell him that I practiced drums today." Yan Qi put on his clothes and wrapped his scarf again: "Go back and make him a delicious meal to apologize."

"You and your brother have such a good relationship." Xie Yi said, "Brother?"

"Not related by blood, it's a long story." Yan Qi waved his hands: "I have to go."

"Let's go." Xie took Gu Fan's bass off him and put it in the box: "We also have to go back to the classroom for evening self-study."

Yan Qi ran all the way to Teacher Qi's office, stood at the door with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

He took a deep breath and exhaled evenly, calmed down, and pushed open the office door softly.

Teacher Qi, who takes the moderate route, always catches the eye first, and then Zhou Luo, who is sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed and looking at the report card with a serious face.

Seeing the expression on Zhou Luo's face, Yan Qi felt a "thump" in his heart.

"Where did you go?" Zhou Luo asked without even raising his eyes.

"Drum practice today." Yan Qi said, "Brother..."

"What's the matter with your Chinese and mathematics?" Zhou Luo handed him the report card: "I also neglected to ask about your school's various test scores. The previous report cards were signed by you imitating my signature?"

Yan Qi didn't know why he was so guilty. Logically speaking, it wouldn't matter even if Zhou Luo knew about this kind of thing, but in front of Teacher Qi, Zhou Luo spoke to him so seriously, Yan Qi had never met him before. Immediately a little dazed: "Brother, I am..."

"Just passed Chinese and Mathematics, full marks in English, so serious?" Zhou Luo looked at him: "If I wasn't too anxious today, I wouldn't have come to Teacher Qi directly."

Teacher Qi took a sip of tea from a white porcelain cup and smiled calmly.

After Zhou Luo got up and said a few words to Teacher Qi, he carried Yan Qi by the collar and walked towards the door.

"Brother..." Yan Qi tugged at his clothes, and suddenly felt Zhou Luo's body trembling.

"Brother? Brother, what are you doing..." Before Yan Qi finished speaking, before the two of them walked out of the stairs, Zhou Luo had already hugged him tightly, bending his body into an uncomfortable arc.

"It scared me to death." Zhou Luo sighed deeply: "It really scared me to death."

Yan Qi knew what Zhou Luo was referring to, and hurriedly patted him on the back, with guilt in his tone: "I'm sorry brother, I really didn't mean it today."

"I know I know, but... I'm still afraid." Zhou Luo hugged him tightly and didn't let go: "It was too painful to pretend to be calm at Teacher Qi just now."

"I almost believed it." Yan Qisong smiled angrily: "But I'm really afraid that you will speak seriously, and I pull my face down, and I get nervous."

Zhou Luo scratched the bridge of his nose: "Never mind being nervous, give me a cram school during the winter vacation. You really are too serious about subjects."

"As long as I work hard, I can improve my grades. It will be the end of the semester in two weeks. I promise to be the top three in the class." Yan Qi's voice was firm.

Zhou Luo let go of him, took his schoolbag, and stood at the door of the teaching building to help him zip up his down jacket to his chin, "Yan Qi, there is something I want to ask you."

Yan Qi looked at him: "Brother, just say it directly."

"Do you... want to go abroad?" Zhou Luo asked.

Yan Qi sat in the co-pilot without making a sound, and this state has lasted for 10 minutes.

Zhou Luo didn't know which string he touched, Yan Qi's face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't look at him again.

When he got home, Yan Qi went straight to the kitchen and started cooking. Wearing an apron, he washed the pot and poured oil in a coherent manner. After a while, the room was filled with the smell of rice.

Zhou Luo sat on the sofa and thought about what he just said for a long time. After much deliberation, the only sentence about "going abroad" was the most suspicious.

When he was putting the food on the table, he took a sneak peek at Yan Qi, and found that his face looked much more relaxed.

"Did I say something wrong?" Zhou Luo picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it into Yan Qi's bowl. Ever since he learned how to cook steamed fish, Zhou Luo, who loves fish, has always asked for steamed fish.

"Yeah." Yan Qi ate his head in suspense, and only ate vegetables like when he was a child, and after a few mouthfuls, he ate the fish that Zhou Luo gave him just now.

"I asked you if you want to go abroad?" Zhou Luo asked in a low voice.

"En." Yan Qi took another two mouthfuls of rice, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and put his arms flat on the table without making a sound.

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo also put down his chopsticks, "It's not that I have this idea, I'm asking you, if you come up with..."

"I don't want to." Yan Qi interrupted him: "Brother, I don't want to, I advise you better not to think about it."

"I just think your English is very good. I also know the quality of teaching abroad. You have liked English since you were a child, and there are also classes abroad in the Fourth Middle School." After Zhou Luo finished speaking, he looked at Yan Qi who kept his head down and continued to play silently. Feeling powerless, he lost his patience a little bit: "Look up, brother is talking to you."

Yan Qi didn't look up, just stared blankly at the nearest dish.

"Yan Qi, raise your head." Zhou Luo said to him as gently as possible.

Yan Qi raised his head.

Zhou Luo frowned and looked at him.

Yan Qi looked at him for a while, then looked down at the tears dripping from his arms, raised his hand and touched his face: "I..."

Zhou Luo hurriedly jumped up from the chair, took the paper and wiped his face: "What's wrong, why are you crying, did I speak too loudly just now?"

"No, sometimes I don't feel like I'm crying, and I rarely cry." Yan Qi wiped the tears off his face, and wiped his nose with a tissue.

"Scared me." Zhou Luo covered his chest and sighed, got up and pulled Yan Qi out of the dining table, took his hand and walked to the bedroom.

Yan Qi looked back at the dining table, and Zhou Luo turned his head back when he saw this: "I'll wash the dishes in a while."

Going back to the bedroom and closing the door, Zhou Luo sat by the bed and felt at ease.

The warm yellow light looks soothing.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Luo raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Tell me."

"Brother." Yan Qi grabbed his hand and pressed it hard: "Don't let me leave you, okay?"

Zhou Luo looked at Yan Qi's face full of grievances, and when he heard what he said, his heart suddenly ached: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I don't want to go abroad. If possible, I don't even want to go to school. I want to wake up every day and watch you do nothing. I think..." Yan Qi frowned, his expression was nervous and dazed, and he thought for a while before Complete the second half of the sentence: "Peace of mind."

Zhou Luo smiled and pinched his nose: "One day you will grow up, talk about friends, get married and have children."

"No, I haven't thought about it either." Yan Qi squeezed his index finger, one by one: "I just thought about giving you a pension."

"You put me under a lot of pressure. I never thought of asking you to repay your favor." Zhou Luo looked at him and said softly.

"This is not repayment." Yan Qi looked at him: "You can't stop me from doing what I want to do, and you can't force me to do what I don't want to do."

"Yo." Zhou Luo raised his eyebrows at him: "You are a young adult, dare to talk to me like that."

"So brother, let me take care of you, and you should accept my kindness to you as a matter of course, okay? Otherwise, all of us will be under pressure." Yan Qi looked at him seriously.

"I'm not stressed." Zhou Luo lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling: "I let you cook for me with great peace of mind."

"I am willing to be a long-term worker for the rest of my life." Yan Qi smiled and lay beside him, shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Then I'm willing to be a diner for the rest of my life." Zhou Luo stretched his arms under his neck and wrapped him in his arms.

Yan Qi is a man of his word, absolutely unambiguous, he stopped drum training for two weeks, spent his nap time in the dormitory at noon reading books, wished he could bury his head in the books and never come out again.

Two weeks later in Zhou Luo's office, Yan Qi handed him his report card of the top three in the class.

Before Zhou Luo could pick it up, he was pulled over by Cheng Ye who broke into the door: "Fuck, Yan Qi, you are so awesome."

Zhou Luo pointed at him: "Don't curse in front of my brother."

"You think Yan Qi doesn't swear?" Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes and laughed, "It's said that children do one thing in front of their parents, and another thing behind their backs. Be careful that you raise a big bad wolf and fight against you in the future."

Yan Qi swallowed with guilt.

Tan Yingying knocked on the door and entered the room, she first smiled at Yan Qi and said, "Little handsome guy, are you here? Are you looking for your brother?"

"Come find my girlfriend." Yan Qi looked at him.

Tan Yingying was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears of laughter: "Look, as long as I'm pretty, maybe my boyfriend is only in junior high school now."

"First day of junior high school." Yan Qi said.

Everyone in the room smiled at him.

Tan Yingying panted for a while with her arms crossed, then raised her head and said to Zhou Luo, "President, the car is ready and we can start."

Yan Qi was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Go skating." Zhou Luo said with a smile: "The club is planning to hold a small skating competition at the end of next year. All the skaters from the publishing house have signed up. I will take them to practice."

"I have to cheer for your girlfriend then." Cheng Ye said to Yan Qi.

"Don't you have to work harder than me? Scumbag." Yan Qi said.

"Zhou Luo! Take care of your brother!" Cheng Ye yelled at Zhou Luo viciously.

Very satisfied, Zhou Luo nodded to Yan Qi and gave him a thumbs up.

Tan Yingying held Yan Qi's shoulder and smiled happily.

At the beginning of spring, Bai Yanming's manuscript had passed the review, and after proofreading, Zhou Luo also asked for a copy, and the more he read it, the more interesting he found it.The humanistic style is humorous, the layout is grand, the writing style is fluent, it is easy to read, and it is very connotative and thought-provoking.

"I think it's almost done." Cheng Ye said, "This person can sign."

"I listen to your opinions. If you say yes, I just need to sign and seal with Party A." Zhou Luo said with a smile, "Send the contract to someone. Has his responsible editor been decided?"

"Let Fang Ting do it. Although she hasn't been here for a long time, we can't always use old editors, and we need to train young people more." After Cheng Ye finished speaking, he was happy: "Why do I feel like saying this seems to me How old I am, obviously I am younger than Fang Ting."

Zhou Luo looked at him: "Publishing houses make people grow old."

Cheng Ye smiled and sorted out the materials in his hand: "Oh yes, there is something I have to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Luo stopped writing in his hand.

"Jin Yan is back, she wants to come to Yuanli." Cheng Ye paused, and said without any concealment: "Zhou Luo, you are also of marriageable age."

"You're not married yet, so why should I?" Zhou Luo didn't take it seriously, and continued to write with his head down.

"I!" Cheng Ye didn't pay attention to his own volume, the word "I" almost startled him, and quickly whispered again: "Am I fucked with me!"

"Then why do I have to tie the knot?" Zhou Luo didn't look up.

"You..." Cheng Ye stared at him, seeing that he was still writing vigorously, jumped up from the sofa, rushed to him to grab his pen, and asked him in a very serious tone: "Do you have a problem? Same as me ?”

"What's going on in your mind?" Zhou Luo glared at him: "Does it have to be like you if you don't get married? Single, noble, okay?"

"It's fine to be single, don't put gold on your face and say you are a nobleman." Cheng Ye returned the pen to him: "When the profit of the publishing house reaches more than [-] million, you will not be ashamed."

"Get out." Zhou Luo said to him with a grin.