Tired Bird Knows Return

After hesitating for more than half an hour, Chen Yanqing finally knocked on the door of the principal's office, but there was no reply. He knocked several times in succession, and did not prepare to leave until he confirmed that there was no one inside. As soon as he reached the stairs, Fu Minghan came upstairs Seeing him, the expression on his face softened slightly.

"Yanqing, are you looking for me?"

Chen Yanqing swallowed for no reason, and he needed a lot of courage to talk face-to-face with Fu Minghan, but fortunately, the other party didn't intend to scare him.

"Let's go to the office and talk." Fu Minghan walked up, passed by him, went around to the office and opened the door, and waited for Chen Yanqing to enter before he closed the door.

Chen Yanqing stopped moving when he walked to the reception chair. Fu Minghan poured him a glass of water, and then pointed to the chair to let him sit down, "Would you like to talk to me about something, or?"

"Principal, I..."

"Call Uncle Fu," Fu Minghan said, "I saw you in the opposite building. After waiting for so long, don't be nervous, just say what you want."

In his encouraging words, Chen Yanqing raised his head slowly, with unconcealable eagerness in his eyes, "I want to ask, Fucheng, is he back?"

Before Fu Minghan opened his mouth, the office seemed to be evacuated. Chen Yanqing watched the subtle changes on his face, and his heart rose to his throat, until he heard him say "I'm back, I'm sleeping over there in the dormitory". Only then did my heart fall firmly to the ground, but——

"The dormitory is going to be demolished, and Fucheng is going back to Hong Kong." Fu Minghan seemed to have the second half of the sentence stuck between his teeth, thought for a while, and then started again, "I won't go there today, you two, bid farewell .”

Chen Yanqing felt that the distance from the academic building to the dormitory building was unreasonable, and the steps up the stairs also seemed to be against him deliberately. Sometimes he knocked on his toes, and sometimes he found himself still in place after climbing for a while.

After finally reaching the ninth floor, Chen Yanqing couldn't raise his arms to knock on the door. He leaned against the door tiredly and slid on the carpet outside the door. After a while, he buried his head in the crook of his elbow.

Fucheng slept for a long time. When he woke up, the time showed seven o'clock in the evening. The last few households had almost moved in. The dormitory at this point was so quiet. I don't know where Chen Yanqing moved, and the landline couldn't be reached. After washing up, Fucheng planned to go directly to Chen Yanqing's classroom.

But after opening the door, he quickly dismissed the idea, a small ball of warmth rushed into his arms, wrapped him tightly with his body and arms, Fucheng hugged him subconsciously, and the two of them had a tacit understanding He didn't speak, and hugged him for a long time in the dark corridor. It was so long that Chen Yanqing felt his arms were a little sore, so he let go and said to him, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Fu Cheng said.

"Shall I treat you to hot pot?"

"Where to eat?"

"Roof."

Chen Yanqing took him by the hand and went upstairs. This was the result of his preparations all afternoon. The first time they came up with Fucheng, they sat on a small table with their backs against the wall and took a nap. Today is the same position, and Chen Yanqing moved A small table was placed on the table, the table was full of vegetables and meat, and a pot of soup was burning on a small stove in the middle.

Going all the way through Fucheng, bypassing the blind spots of vision, I also found a small night light, which is always on like this. Looking at it from a distance, it really looks like a storyboard of a beautiful dream drawn by a painter.

"I borrowed the table from the dormitory student, and I have to return it tomorrow morning. The pot is boiling, let's do it!"

Fu Cheng sat down opposite him, took the chopsticks he handed over, watched him put something into the pot, wanted to say something, but never said it.

The soup pot was boiling and steaming, and the mist separated the two of them. Chen Yanqing put the cooked meat into his bowl, "Eat it quickly, it will cool down in a while."

"List,"

"By the way, I fell out of the top [-] after the monthly exam results, but Yuan Ye is good and has risen very fast. I have to get back to my previous level in the next month's exam." After speaking, looking at him, he said , "Zhuang Yan sticks to Duan Xiaoming like a dog's skin plaster. I haven't whispered to Duan Xiaoming for a long time. Compared with losing my ranking, this incident actually makes me more unhappy."

"Chen Yanqing,"

"My mother and I seem to have reached an agreement. I promised her that she would not do anything out of line before graduation, and she promised me that she would love you as much as before when you came back."

Fucheng put down his chopsticks, got up and moved to his side. Chen Yanqing still maintained the posture just now, and said to the air in front of him, "I think, otherwise, I would agree to marry Yang Xiangan and my mother. Do you know where we live now?" , Chenghe Road Jia'an District, Yang Xiangan rented a house opposite my house, he is an old man living by himself, no matter how you think about it, it's a bit wasteful."

"Well, you're right."

"Fucheng," Chen Yanqing slowly turned around to face him, after the heat from the pot was overwhelmed, his eyes were still blurred, "I don't really like that kind of accidental and inevitable relationship, think about it carefully, we just came here For 18 years in this world, so many more 18 years to come, if you get separated, you get separated, who can do anything else."

"I know." Fu Cheng responded, pulled him over his elbow and hugged him into his arms, and then held half of his face and kissed him when he watched Chen Yanqing's eyes turn red.

Just kiss, from the corners of his mouth to the eyelids, the water stains on his face are warm and salty, making Fucheng feel as if his heart is about to explode.

The gas in the small tin can was burned out, and the hot pot slowly cooled down. Fucheng turned down the light of the night light to the lowest level, and leaned against the wall with someone in his arms. Chen Yanqing was lying on his lap. When she bent up, she still hugged his neck and kissed him.

It didn't know how long it took for that kiss to end. During this time, Chen Yanqing felt her face was wet, and as she rubbed with Fucheng, it seemed that there were more than her own tears.

"You still refuse to keep me," Fu Cheng hugged him, and when he was very close, he spoke in a breathy voice, "What is going on in your head?"

"I'm thinking—" Chen Yanqing sniffed, and said to him in a very strong nasal voice, "The most important thing to be a human being is to be happy."

Fu Cheng smiled, and stroked his swollen lips with his fingers, "You've learned well."

Chen Yanqing calmed down a lot, looked at him for a while, and reconfirmed, "Are you going to be happy?"

"Yes, of course." Fu Cheng said.

"Will you call me?"

"You have to give me your number first."

"I wrote it to you, and you have to memorize it."

"it is good."

After thinking for a while, Chen Yanqing said again, "Is it difficult to get a Hong Kong visa?"

"It's not difficult," Fu Cheng raised his arm under his neck and said before kissing him, "I'll come back and find you."

That night became extremely short. For the whole night, Fucheng hugged Chen Yanqing on the rooftop. No one could remember what he said in the second half of the night. It was just that the day just dawned, and the morning light fainted from the distant horizon. A flock of birds soared over Yancheng, and not long after that, the sun rose in the east, and half of the city was painted with gold. Chen Yanqing and Fucheng stood side by side and asked him, "How do you like it in vernacular?"

Fucheng told him, "I like you."

Chen Yanqing imitated the mouth shape of these words, and said to him on that incomparably bright morning, "Fucheng, I like you."

Fucheng drove to Jiangbei in the afternoon and flew directly to Hong Kong in the evening. After the car drove away, Chen Yanqing was quickly pulled into his arms by Duan Xiaoming.

Parting is the most painful and painful, and people are often at a loss for what to do about it. The strange thing is that at that moment, there is no emotion of great joy and sorrow at all. Most people are like Chen Yanqing, with an unknown smile, turning around and walking back. Wanfeng knew that everything that had been blazing had come to an end. When he returned to the campus, Chen Yanqing would not be the Chen Yanqing of that year in the next few years.