Tired Bird Knows Return

"No, I don't agree!"

Chen Yanqing stopped in front of him, with vigilant eyes as if there were a lot of chickens behind him, Fucheng asked, "Do you have a better way than this?"

Chen Yanqing was questioned, but she didn't mean to compromise at all, "Even if you want to recognize Liang Yue as your mother, it must be of your own free will, and it must not be exchanged for some shitty condition."

Fucheng looked at him, and after a while, he pulled him from the middle of the road to the fence. At that moment, Chen Yanqing was not only vigilant, but even angry. Yours, you all know that I can't go that far with Liang Yue, my dad knows better than you. "

"Then you still have to negotiate with him?"

"Well, he mentioned before that he wanted me to stay in the mainland, but I never agreed."

"Oh..." Chen Yanqing pondered for a while, "What do you mean, are you going to promise him not to leave?"

"What do you say?"

"Why do you have to tell me everything, but you can't explain it all at once?"

Fu Cheng turned around and left, Chen Yanqing followed behind him and asked, "Liu Cheng has already gone to university, if this is really what he sued, we have nothing to do with him."

"Regardless of whether it is true or not, I have to entrust my father to ask about the club's affairs."

"Yes, you are still thoughtful."

After Chen Yanqing said this, he was also stunned for a while. Fucheng walked ahead, so he probably didn't hear it. A man named Chen Yanqing kept surrendering to him.

On Monday morning, Chen Yanqing took his schoolbag and went out. After a long time, he ran into Fu Cheng who was going downstairs at this point. Fu Cheng's eyes fell on his backpack, "Haven't you washed it?"

Chen Yanqing hid the bag behind her back, "It's not dirty."

Fu Cheng didn't say any more, and asked him when he went downstairs, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Eat, haven't you eaten?"

"The aunt Liang Yue invited doesn't know how to cook."

"Is it because Auntie can't cook, or is it not to your liking?"

Seen through, Fu Cheng curled his lips and did not speak.

Chen Yanqing said, "From now on, get up early and come down to eat."

"Okay." Fucheng agreed quickly, as if he was waiting for his words.

After leaving the dormitory, the two went to the playground, and Chen Yanqing asked, "Did your father agree to ask?"

"Well, give me an answer tonight."

"That's fine, remember to tell me."

"I'll see you on the rooftop tonight. I'll treat you to some milk." She didn't wait for him after she finished speaking, and walked to the front.

The last class in the morning was history. Chen Yanqing sat in the middle and back seat this week, with the voice of the history teacher in front of him, and Yang Xiangan's lecture next door could be vaguely heard behind him, which made him feel very irritable.

"Chen Yanqing?"

"Ah?" Chen Yanqing turned his head in response, and Su Rui handed him the exercise booklet, "What are you thinking about? Do it quickly on pages 16 to 17, and the teacher will talk about it later."

"Oh."

The class started to work on the questions, the history teacher went out with a teacup, and Chen Yanqing was writing the reasons for the failure of the Reform Movement of [-] on the horizontal line, when the voice of the conversation at the front entered his ears.

"Didn't Lu Meichen choose science just to fall in love..."

"That's what I said, but I heard that Fucheng rejected her," said the one on the left. "It doesn't matter what subject she chooses. Isn't she getting along with the person in the third year of high school now?"

"How do you know they're alright?"

"I saw them walking hand in hand at the night market on Baoyue Road at the weekend."

It was only after hearing Lu Meichen that I listened for a while longer. Hearing this, Chen Yanqing quickly withdrew her thoughts, saying in her heart to stop gossiping, but couldn't help but think that the speed of Lu Meichen's empathy is really amazing.

During the cleaning of the last class on Monday afternoon, Chen Yanqing saw the evergreen pot at the back of the classroom and remembered that he forgot a very important thing yesterday. After finishing the area he was in charge of, he went straight to the science teacher's office.

When Yang Xiangan saw him knocking on the door, his eyes were full of disbelief, "You have gone wrong, this is for science."

"No, Teacher Yang, come out, I have something to tell you."

Yang Xiangan followed him out in a daze. More than ten minutes later, the car was driving on the streets of Yancheng. Chen Yanqing, who was in the co-pilot, was scanning the shops on the street with his naked eyes, making Yang Xiangan anxious and helpless. "Can you sit still?"

"Mr. Yang, where is there a flower shop?" Chen Yanqing asked after dipping his butt back into the seat.

"You said it earlier, it's in front of you."

Yang Xiangan parked the car and walked into the flower shop following Chen Yanqing's figure. Chen Yanqing was asking the clerk, "Don't you sell potted plants?"

"There are many potted flower markets, and our store only has flower arrangements and bouquets."

"Do you have Clivia?"

"Yes," the clerk led him a little further, pointing to the bright orange flowering branch, "Clivia is delicate, and the flowering branch doesn't survive long after cutting it alone. This is what we transplanted. If you want it, you may need more Pick some other flowers to make a bouquet."

"Okay, I have 200 yuan, you can wrap a bunch for me and put Clivia in the middle."

After Chen Yanqing finished speaking, he returned to the side of Yang Xiangan. The other party was looking at the flowers in the store with his arms folded, and said inexplicably, "Hey, after teaching for 20 years, which student has your consciousness? I am so excited." It smells great."

"Not for you."

"I know, the one who sent Teacher Tang to him is a good boy."

"No." Chen Yanqing looked at him, "Stop talking to me, and don't tell my mother."

Yang Xiangan pulled the zipper on his mouth in a 'sensible' way, and the clerk wrapped it up and gave him the bouquet. After paying the money, the two of them returned to the car. The space narrowed down, and the scent of flowers in his arms seemed complicated. Chen Yanqing sniffed it. For a while, he couldn't tell which one was Clivia's, but he didn't think it would be a problem, as long as Duan Xiaoming felt pleasantly surprised for a while.

After returning to school, Chen Yanqing went straight to Duan Xiaoming's class in Building C. At dinner time, Chen Yanqing made plans to wait for others. There were still a few scattered high school seniors in the classroom. A familiar senior saw him , "Chen Yanqing, why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here to find Duan Xiaoming, he went to eat, right?"

"No, he didn't come today, but it's okay, it seems to be a regular review, and I heard something from his deskmate in the morning."

Chen Yanqing's heart was ups and downs in these words, and finally fell to the ground, "Thank you, he will come and tell him for me tomorrow."

"Well, don't worry."

Chen Yanqing went home with the flowers in her arms, placed them on the desk, went to the kitchen to get some water, sprinkled some on the petals with her fingers, and returned to the classroom for evening class with peace of mind.

Time passed quickly, Chen Yanqing thought about going to the next door to walk with Fucheng after class, but when he left the classroom with his bag on his back, the teacher next door had already turned off a light.

The dismissal of the science class and the meal were almost never delayed. Chen Yanqing couldn't help being envious, but then thought, if the teacher of the liberal arts class had this awareness, he would burn incense and worship Buddha like Yang Xiangan.

"Fucheng?"

On the rooftop, there was only a voice-activated light on the top of the door frame outside the door. Chen Yanqing yelled, but it was empty, and no one responded except for the sound of the wind.

The quilts that had been dried during the day were cleaned up. Chen Yanqing glanced over and saw no ghosts. He thought that Fucheng hadn't come up yet, and was about to go back when the lights suddenly went out. It turned on again, but this time, Chen Yanqing screamed in fright, and Fucheng walked in through the door with a deadpan face, "What the hell?"

"Can you make a little noise when you walk?"

"I tried my best." Fucheng said, stuffed a bottle of milk into his hand, then walked forward, reached the fence, and sat down on a thick pipe next to his calf.

Chen Yanqing asked after following him, "What did your father say?"

"Liu Cheng's father has something to do with it. He talked to someone and probably gave him some benefits, so he sent someone down to take a look."

"Can that be solved?"

"It's been resolved," Fu Cheng said, "The club will open tomorrow."

Chen Yanqing said something, that's all right, just about to sit down, Fu Cheng grabbed his wrist, pulled him over and hugged him on his lap, at that moment Chen Yanqing felt his heart beating again, and swept around the dark place Turn around, before scolding him, ask, "Then are you really planning to stay in Yancheng?"

"My dad didn't discuss terms with me," Fu Cheng said, "I told him about the situation, but he didn't mention anything to me."

"That……"

"If you really want me to stay, I can consider it."

"I'm not that..." It's not that unreasonable, it's his freedom to stay where, Chen Yanqing never thought of being able to make decisions for him.

Before he finished speaking, Fucheng didn't force him to ask, the hand around his waist tightened a bit, he probably smelled something, put his nose on his shoulder and sniffed vigorously, "Why are you so fragrant?"

"Oh, I went to the flower shop to buy flowers for Duan Xiaoming in the afternoon, it might be the scent of flowers."

"what about me?"

"What do you want to spend, and you don't raise them."

The hand holding his waist tightened again, Chen Yanqing was pinched in pain, he hissed softly, and heard him say, "Still holding Duan Xiaoming tight, did I hurt you for nothing?"

"I said that I am good friends with him. Besides, there was a misunderstanding about the previous matter. He always thinks of everything for me first, so I have to coax him too, don't I?" Breaking his hand on his waist, he said, "Can I explain to you, what is the relationship between us!"

"It doesn't matter between us, can we hide here to make out if we have a relationship?" Fu Cheng said.

"Who is going to make out with you? Let go!"

The weak lighting on the rooftop flickered on and off amidst their voices, but Fucheng's eyes adapted to the darkness quickly, so it didn't seem to have any effect, but Chen Yanqing was a little short-sighted, and rarely wore glasses except for doing homework, which would be even more serious. I can't see clearly, I only know that I am on Fucheng's lap, and I know that Fucheng is talking near his right ear.

Naturally, Fucheng would not let go, he held him in his arms, put his right arm on his shoulder, and said softly, "Then you don't have to come."

"Didn't I think you said that your dad can solve the club's affairs, so I came to ask about the situation..."

The voice gradually weakened because Fu Cheng's hand seemed to have penetrated into his clothes, touching from the waist up through the shirt under his school uniform.

Chen Yanqing felt that his ears were hot, and his body seemed to be frozen. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but he really didn't really want to hide in his heart.

Fucheng also noticed it, his hand slid to the bottom, backed out, and got under the shirt again, through the last layer of T-shirt, rubbing against his ribs, and when he spoke again, his lips brushed against his ears as if nothing— —

"If you want to hide, you can take advantage of it now. You don't have to run away later."