minister under clothes

It snowed again, and it was colder again.

As the time for the school's Winter Art Festival draws closer, Lu Qingyi is always left behind by the teacher for more practice.

Tired of singing this evening, it happened that the teacher was called to a meeting, so he was able to take a break, brushed off his long hair for decoration, and sat on a chair in the small auditorium playing with long sleeves in a daze.

Every time these simple and elegant decorations are added, Lu Qingyi will always have some inexplicable illusions, as if he is no longer him, and the emotions in the drama are the real emotions.

When it was quiet, there was a sound of a baby dog ​​barking in the back row.

Lu Qingyi stood up in amazement and looked for it. When he looked up, he saw a golden retriever who was probably just full moon, with a round and cute little face.

The golden retriever also saw him, and was so shocked that he immediately lifted his little fat legs and ran away.

"Hello!" Lu Qingyi called anxiously and followed.

Leaving aside the fact that pets are not allowed in the school, it is only said that it is still so small, how can it stand the ice and snow outside?

Sure enough, the little golden retriever was caught up without running very far, and a string of messy plum blossom footprints were stepped on the snow surface of the open-air corridor.

"Why are you here, where is your master?" Lu Qingyi picked up the puppy and said softly.

The golden retriever probably found warmth, and suddenly became docile, staring at Xiaodou's eyes and no longer struggled.

Because of raising Febe, Lu Qingyi likes dogs very much, and couldn't help but kiss and tease him, "What's your name?"

As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on his delicate face.

Standing in the snow in such a water-green gown, one cannot help but wonder what is the day and night.

Wang Zijin, who was hiding in the corner, stared for a moment, then suddenly appeared and said, "No name yet."

Lu Qingyi was startled by him, turned around and stammered: "You...your dog?"

Wang Zijin patted the snow on the shoulder of the windbreaker: "Yes."

Lu Qingyi said helplessly: "If the school refuses to let you, you will be taken away."

"I called someone to pick it up at night." Wang Zijin said: "I went to the dog shelter with the club today. It's hell there. It's cold and there is no food or water. Seeing that it is so small, it will die soon. of."

Lu Qingyi was stunned and said, "I still have a lot of dog food at home..."

Wang Zijin smiled lightly: "A drop in the bucket."

Then he said: "Do you also like animals, do you want to go with us next time? We plan to donate some food and quilts to the stray dogs there."

Although Yan Tou did not allow Lu Qingyi to talk to him, this topic still attracted him: "How can I help?"

"I'll call you for the next event." Wang Zijin bent her green eyes and said, "You're so pretty."

Lu Qingyi touched his wig in embarrassment, not knowing what to say: "It's weird without makeup..."

Just as Wang Zijin wanted to continue to praise him, he was caught by Yan Tou, who was looking for Lu Qingyi for dinner on time. The guy ran over angrily and shouted: "What are you doing, I've been waiting for you downstairs for a long time!"

"Eh..." A trace of panic and embarrassment appeared on Lu Qingyi's face.

Wang Zijin hugged the puppy very calmly: "We will contact you when we have a plan, eat more at night, you are too thin."

After finishing speaking, he completely ignored Yan Tou's existence, and left without squinting.

This time Yan Tou was even more unhappy, he grabbed Lu Qingyi and asked, "What do you want to contact?"

Lu Qingyi said: "The association wants to rescue stray dogs, and I want to help..."

"I told you not to..." Yan Tou frowned.

Lu Qingyi pulled out his sleeve and interrupted him: "I like puppies, can't I do something I like?"

Yan Tou's mind in this regard has become less and less broad-minded: "You promised me not to talk to him anymore, you obviously like him, he's flirtatious."

"Unreasonable!" Lu Qingyi had never been in a good temper, and immediately turned cold.

Yan Tou sneered angrily: "Okay, I'm unreasonable, but he deserves reasoning. You can find him!"

Lu Qingyi threw down a sentence: "Look for it!"

After speaking, he angrily walked towards the backstage of the small auditorium, tearing down his costume while walking, and his movements were very unfriendly.

Yan Tou looked at his back, feeling gradually lost in his heart, and didn't know what to do.

When there is a rival in love, shouldn't he behave better than others?

But he always made things worse and worse, he was digging his own grave.

Lu Qingyi was really annoyed by being provoked, and did not enter the classroom with his head down until the bell rang for evening self-study, walked to the last row and sat down without saying a word, his face was pale, but his hair was drenched with snow.

Yan Tou, who was maintaining discipline, already regretted his indiscriminate words, but it was a pity that he couldn't pass in front of everyone, so he could only look depressedly at Wang Zijin who was next to him and took the opportunity to show courteousness.

Fortunately, after Lu Qingyi opened the exercise book, he didn't respond to anything, like an old monk in meditation, without even lifting his eyelashes.

Wang Zijin was so smart, he smiled at Yan Tou on the podium from a distance, of course he had bad intentions.

After the evening self-study get out of class, the wind and snow became more violent. Everyone wrapped up their coats and hurried to the warm dormitory. Only Yan Tou, who was flustered, stood guard at the door of the classroom. Seeing that Lu Qingyi came out in no hurry, he followed behind. Stop apologizing: "I'm sorry, I used the wrong word, I was wrong."

Lu Qingyi pulled away the grabbed arm in frustration, and ran down the stairs.

Yan Tou hurried up to block his way, dodged a few classmates, and whispered: "I admit that I am too possessive, but it's because I care about you, I promise I won't talk nonsense again gone."

Lu Qingyi frowned slowly, then calmed down: "You don't trust me at all."

Yan Qingming knew it was because Wang Zijin made her feel a sense of crisis, but she was ashamed to admit it.

Lu Qingyi suddenly sighed: "You... I have already said that you treat me completely differently, why do you take the opportunity to question me every day, like examining a prisoner."

Yan Tou saw that his attitude had improved, and his mind was not on solving the problem. He only hoped that he would stop being angry, and quickly said: "I know I was wrong. He wants to take you to rescue some puppy. I will go with you."

Lu Qingyi laughed, with a refreshing and natural expression.

Yan Tou couldn't help sneaking a quick kiss, and then promised: "I will accompany you whatever you want."

"Promise less." Lu Qingyi asked pointedly: "Don't you have anyone to worry me about?"

He also regretted that Yan Tou easily broke the appointment because of a few words from a girl.

But Yan Tou replied without thinking: "Of course not."

Lu Qingyi held his hand with icy fingers: "Nothing is the best, if you are sorry for me, neither of us will have a better time."

Yan Tou said depressedly: "Should I tell you this?"

Lu Qingyi glanced at him complicatedly, then returned to normal: "Go back to sleep, I'm sleepy."

"You haven't said what kind of puppy you rescued." Yan Tousheng was afraid that he would be abducted by Wang Zijin, and asked persistently: "By the way, have you eaten? Just now, when class is about to end, I ordered sushi takeaway. I'll go to the school gate to pick it up."

While dealing with him, Lu Qingyi walked towards the outside of the teaching building.

The bright lights outlined the golden outlines of the two, almost illuminating the dark wind and snow outside.

In fact, Lu Qingyi really wanted to know where the two of them would go to university, where they would live, whether they would be together, and if they were together, could they raise a dog as cute as Febe together.

But he didn't say a word.

Yan Tou's promises are always so easy to give, asking for a promise from him is as vain as reaching out your hand into the clouds.