minister under clothes

Yan Tou rested at home for two days on the weekend, and when he returned to the dormitory on Sunday night, he consciously adjusted his mind so firmly that he said as soon as he opened the door: "I'm not interested in you anymore."

Lu Qingyi was reading the script at the desk, and when he heard the words, he said "Oh" without raising his head.

The room became too quiet.

Yan Tou put down her bag, stared at his back for two seconds, then turned around and went out again.

He was blindly complacent: In fact, it is very easy to get rid of a person in his heart, and there is no need to be so entangled.

The days that followed seemed to go back to a year ago.

Yan Tou made a new girlfriend, resumed his duty as squad leader, spent time with friends and companions every day, and entertained many friends generously every time he was on vacation.

But Lu Qingyi, who was still studying alone, eating alone, and practicing opera alone, gradually became far, far away from his world.

Although they live in the same dormitory, they are so strange to each other.

"When you go to France, you must pay attention to safety and buy something you like." Grandpa Lu's health has improved a lot in this early winter, and one day he told him during dinner: "Be serious about performing, and don't embarrass the country."

Lu Qingyi couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

Grandpa sighed: "You haven't laughed for a long time. If you still like puppies, you can get another one. I'll take care of it for you."

Lu Qingyi shook his head: "No, I don't want to raise it."

He really couldn't face the separation again.

"Be happy." Grandpa Lu helped him put vegetables into a bowl: "That friend of yours, why didn't you come to play at home?"

Lu Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Not friends, not familiar."

Since his mother's suicide, the boy's moody disposition has grown worse every year.

Grandpa Lu was very distressed, but he was used to being serious, so he didn't say anything.

Lu Qingyi stared blankly at the rice bowl, and after a long time, he told himself firmly: If you don't have it, you won't lose it, and you won't be troubled.

Isn't that the best way?

The day before the trip to Paris, the first snow fell in Beijing.

The homeroom teacher specially brought Lu Qingyi to the classroom during the evening self-study, and announced loudly: "From tomorrow, student Lu will represent our class, represent Yali, and represent young people in Beijing to France for an art exchange. I hope everyone can bless him, And proud of him."

The students who were immersed in the papers raised their eyes when they heard the sound, and whispered in an instant, especially the girls who were very excited about the discussion.

Probably because Lu Qingyi cut his short hair neatly, put on contact lenses, and his delicate face and crisp new clothes unexpectedly made people familiar with him feel pleasing to the eye.

Of course, this was obviously forced to do by the teacher.

Yan Tou looked at the embarrassment in Lu Qingyi's eyes, and smiled inexplicably.

"Okay, let's go to self-study, and the journey will be smooth tomorrow." The head teacher patted him on the back.

Lu Qingyi quickly lowered his head, hurried to the corner of the back row of the classroom and sat down.

Yan Tou wanted to look back a little bit.

But the few days he spent scratching his heart and lungs for this boy have passed, and the feeling of being unclear in his heart has become weaker and weaker, so he clenched his pen tightly and ignored it on purpose.

Now that you have made your choice, why repeat the same mistakes and add to your troubles.

Probably the flight time is very early.

The next morning, when the sky was still light, Lu Qingyi got up to pack his things.

His movements were very light, and he was afraid of disturbing Yan Tou, but Yan Tou still woke up.

The rustling sounds in my ears stopped abruptly with the sound of the door closing in less than 10 minutes.

Yan Tou, who was always pretending to be asleep, sat up abruptly, rubbed her slightly messy short hair, and stared at Lu Qingyi's empty bed and table in a daze.

Why did you clean up so clean, and never come back?

Yan Tou frowned depressedly, his emotions seemed to be wiped out by something, and his whole body was empty.

It turns out that it is not really so easy to forget.

It turned out that I couldn't see him, couldn't sleep in the same room with him, and it was so lonely.

Yan Tou himself didn't understand at all why he could not speak to Lu Qingyi for many, many days, but lost his mind just because he was out of sight for a day.

Maybe he understood again that this was a kind of deception.

While chatting and laughing with others, she subconsciously peeked at what he was doing on the desk.

He obviously invites friends to eat, drink and have fun, but he only remembers whether he eats in time every day and whether he sleeps soundly.

When he went to the office to deliver homework, he reached out and took Lu Qingyi's schedule for France to write down.

Sitting in the dormitory and playing with the computer, he could always hear a few words between Lu Qingyi and his grandfather on the phone.

How silly and boring.

"Here you are, luckily I got up early and finished it." The deskmate copied the homework in a panic before morning self-study, and threw it on Yan Tou's desk.

Yan Tou was distracted, and his face was at a loss when he heard the sound.

The deskmate said: "What are you thinking about? Go hand in your homework."

Yan Tou stood up awkwardly: "You pay for me, and by the way, help me ask for leave, just say that I have a fever and I have to go home."

"Ah? What happened?" The deskmate was a little confused by his sudden words.

Yan Tou picked up the bag and packed some things, but was still on the table for a while, and rushed out of the classroom under the strange eyes of the students without saying a word.

I really don't know if the desire in his heart is right or not, but he just suddenly believed in Lin Yilin's words: whether happy or sad, it's better than not feeling.

At this moment, Yan Tou really wanted to stand in front of Lu Qingyi.

As long as you can see his eyes, it doesn't matter if you are sneered at, humiliated or rejected.

Whoever you like cannot be compared with pride.