minister under clothes

The room was so still that it was about to freeze.

The students were all having a party with the French outside, only Lu Qingyi was lying on the bed alone, listlessly staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"I understand you! You want someone who will never leave you, and you want a whole family."

This sentence that Yan Tou seemed to say unintentionally has been lingering in the bottom of his heart, until Lu Qingyi was very desperate.

He is no longer so young that he chases his grandfather all day long asking where his father is, and he is no longer so weak that he has nightmares when he thinks of his mother's body.

He thought he had a heart of stone, he thought he was invincible.

But the boy's light words made the loneliness flood again.

Lu Qingyi's hands tightly gripping the bed sheet couldn't help trembling, and after he came back to his senses suddenly, his eye sockets were sore and sore.

Before there was any reaction, the locked door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Lu Qingyi thought it was a classmate who lived with him who came back, and sat up in shock.

Unexpectedly, it was Yan Tou who was equally astonished.

After staring at each other speechlessly for a moment, Yan Tou looked at his eyes that seemed to be shedding tears, and asked anxiously, "...what's wrong?"

Lu Qingyi didn't want anyone to see him in a mess, so he stood on the carpet and turned his back to him: "It's okay."

Yan Tou put down the room card, went around to him and said, "I ran here from Beijing and didn't even have time to drink my saliva. I didn't want to hear you perfunctory me."

Lu Qingyi changed the subject: "How did you come in? The teacher knew you were here?"

"Of course I don't know." Yan Tuo said triumphantly, "I told you earlier that you can't get rid of me, I have plenty of ways."

His expression is always so vivid.

The inexplicable embarrassment made Lu Qingyi sit back on the bed, not saying a word.

"What's wrong with you? Who bullied you? Didn't you feel fine just now?" Yan Tou began to ask again.

The least thing Lu Qingyi got in his life was concern, he frowned and opened Yan Tou's overstretched arm: "It's okay, don't be wordy."

Yan Tou hesitated to speak, but suddenly a call came from the corridor: "Tsing Yi!"

The two people in the room suddenly became tense, especially Yan Tou, who looked around in a panic, hissed, and got into the closet at lightning speed.

Lu Qingyi had no choice but to stand up dumbfounded and deal with the visitor.

Noah, who was wearing a suit, looked like an adult. He came in and asked with a smile, "Why is the door open?"

"...Breathable." Lu Qingyi looked at the wardrobe absent-mindedly.

Noah helped him turn on the air conditioner, and asked again: "Don't you like the banquet, we put our heart into it."

"I hate crowds, what's the matter?" Lu Qingyi replied concisely.

Noah blinked her green eyes: "I like you singing Peking Opera."

Lu Qingyi said: "You have already said it."

Noah said: "I have liked China since I was a child, you seem to have walked out of history..."

Lu Qingyi looked at him impatiently.

Noah hurriedly said, "Can you teach me Peking Opera?"

"Oh, good." Lu Qingyi felt that he would return to Beijing in a few days anyway, so he agreed casually, hoping that the Frenchman would leave as soon as possible.

Noah immediately beamed with joy: "You haven't had dinner yet, I..."

"I'm tired, and I'm about to sleep." Lu Qingyi interrupted him.

Now Noah closed his mouth in disappointment, and said after a while: "Then good night, see you tomorrow."

Lu Qingyi nodded and watched him leave.

The moment the door was closed, Yan Tou jumped out excitedly and shouted: "You are too much, you hooked up with a lousy foreigner after leaving me for a day!"

Lu Qingyi was startled, and looked at him in silence amusedly.

"I have Chinese blood." Yan Tou snorted, and then relaxed again: "Are you not sad?"

"I feel sad when I see you." Lu Qingyi turned cold again: "Why are you so impulsive, won't your family look for you after you leave, the head teacher originally..."

"I don't care about these little things, I just want to see you." Yan Tou said seriously.

"...You said that you...are not interested in me." Lu Qingyi still couldn't help repeating his bold words from last month.

On the contrary, Yan Tou looked relieved: "So you can hear me."

"Nonsense." Lu Qingyi was speechless.

"Don't be bored in the house, I'll take you to a fun place, let's go." Yan Tou immediately grabbed him happily and dragged him away.

Lu Qingyi scolded uncomfortably: "Let go, don't pull me."

Ke Yantou turned a deaf ear.

I don't know if it was because of lack of strength, or because he didn't want to resist so much, Lu Qingyi struggled for a while, but was taken away from the room by this guy.

The so-called fun place turned out to be a bookstore.

Yan Tou was as familiar as he was in Beijing, and accompanied Lu Qingyi to stroll along the Seine River to find a bridge. Not long after, he pointed to a quaint little green house and said, "It's there, you must like it."

Lu Qingyi's eyes were still on Notre Dame de Paris, and he walked over in a daze after hearing the sound, looked at it and said, "I don't understand French."

"With me, this is the best bookstore in the world, Shakespeare&Co, you will definitely like it." Yan Tou curled the corners of his mouth confidently.

The bookstore does not have the slightest modern luxury, but it has soft lighting and countless beautiful books.

The paper pages on the wooden shelf extending to the roof are colorful, and picking up any one can make people feel knowledgeable and elegant.

Lu Qingyi admired it quietly for a moment, then asked, "Is there anyone talking about art?"

Yan Tou communicated with the friendly clerk in French for a while, and then he carried the two thick albums he had chosen and said, "Let's take this one away, and the other set is too heavy. I'll find someone to mail it back to Beijing."

Surrounded by unfamiliar languages ​​and environments, it seemed that Lu Qingyi's temper softened a lot, so he just nodded and said nothing.

Yan Tou handed him a cup of coffee from the clerk: "Would you like to go upstairs and have a look? There are many precious books not for sale on the second floor, as well as beds for poor students, so that they can study here."

Lu Qingyi doesn't doubt that Yan Tou has been to many places in the world, but he can only associate him with modernity and luxury in his mind. He doesn't want to be brought here at all, so he can't help but say: "...this bookstore is very good. , I want to learn French."

Yan Tou smiled: "I still know many good places, I will take you there in the future."

after?

How long will it be?

Lu Qingyi didn't want to answer this sentence, and walked around the bookshelf behind him in embarrassment, but found a piano and a pile of various sheet music around the corner.

He thought for a while, sat down in front of the piano and said, "Thank you, what do you want to hear?"

"Sing me a song." Yan Tou followed and said.

"...Don't tell my grandfather, he won't let me sing popular songs." Lu Qingyi shook his head.

"Then you sing Peking Opera!" Yan Tou smiled and looked at the shop assistants and customers who came to watch.

Lu Qingyi waited for him with a glance, and drew beautiful music under his fingertips in an instant.

His pleasant voice matches this unassuming bookstore very well, and it can make people quiet unconsciously, so quiet that one can hear one's own heartbeat, and easily forget the hypocrisy and impetuosity outside.

Yan Tou leaned against the bookshelf and stared intently.

Obviously talked about a lot of love, brought too many people to too many places.

But this time, there seemed to be something different, but it was completely inexplicable.

It's like transparent butterflies fluttering around my body, I can't see or grasp it, but I can feel it so clearly.

"Hemingway wrote a love letter to Paris. He said: If you are lucky enough to live in Paris when you are young, then no matter where you go in your life, she will be with you, because Paris is a moving feast." Back Yan Tou suddenly said on the road: "I think it's very appropriate, this place is very beautiful, I have thought about coming here in the future..."

"Aren't you staying in Beijing?" Lu Qingyi asked without thinking.

Yan Tou was slightly startled: "What are you doing in Beijing?"

That's right, his parents weren't there, and his family wasn't there either.

Lu Qingyi held the book and did not speak.

Yan Tou deliberately smiled: "Unless you want me to stay."

Lu Qingyi said: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Hey, what I said today is serious, I'm not joking with you here." Yan Tou stopped and said, "You have to think about it."

The golden lights of the Seine reflected in his face.

Lu Qingyi remained silent.

Yan Tou took his hand: "What are you afraid of?"

Lu Qingyi said: "...I'm not afraid of anything."

"Then don't be afraid." Yan Tou finished softly, leaned over and kissed his lips again.

Second kiss in one day.

Lu Qingyi didn't dodge, just hugged the book, like a sculpture that couldn't move.

Yan Tou suddenly hugged him forcefully.

Then the book fell to the ground, fell into the torrent of lights, and followed Lu Qingyi into the turbulent vortex.

It is too far away from Beijing, too far away from the past.

It's a long way from anything here.

But only very, very close to Yan Tou.