On the consequences of wearing it back to save yourself

Gu Jianchen raised his eyebrows: "Move slowly."

After speaking, as if deliberately showing off his strong body, he stepped up to the second floor in three steps, and turned his head to look at Lu Xiu when he was done.

The dinner plate was placed on the dining table, before Lu Xiu emerged from the stairs.

Gu Jianchen walked over to take a look, and saw a bean-sized bead of sweat rolling down Lu Xiu's cheek, it must have been in extreme pain, and his body had a physical reaction.

But the calm expression on Lu Xiu's face can't tell what kind of pain he is enduring.

Could it be that Lu Xiu has facial paralysis?

Gu Jianchen pinched the notebook in his pocket, looking irritable, and finally went downstairs to help Lu Xiu up, and helped him upstairs.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon after the two of them sat down. The second floor was reserved for guest directors and the like, and it was very empty during the peak dining hours, let alone this time period—the chefs had all withdrawn.

Lu Xiu sat down to catch his breath, and then started to eat, as if the big ice machine opposite him didn't exist.

In the end, it was Gu Jianchen who couldn't hold back: "I heard that you did it a long time ago, and seeing you today really deserves your reputation."

Lu Xiu snorted lightly.

Gu Jianchen's nostrils were filled with anger in an instant, so he gave up the sarcasm and went straight to the point: "You know that your leg is broken, why did you go to the second floor?"

Lu Xiu: "Style."

The second floor is decorated with soft leather sofas and wooden sandalwood tables. Compared with the iron table and iron stools on the first floor, it is indeed full of style.

"You're so particular about eating boiled cabbage with cucumber?"

"Green Eating."

"..." Finally, Gu Jianchen couldn't hold back the question that kept blocking his throat: "It's a holiday today, why don't you go to the hospital for an examination? I don't know when the next holiday will be."

Lu Xiu was poked at the sore spot repeatedly, put down his chopsticks, and said frankly: "Do you think I'm rich with my outfit?"

Gu Jianchen: "The market value of this suit is six figures."

Lu Xiu raised her eyebrows: "Thank you for reminding me, where is the nearest second-hand market?"

Gu Jianchen: "..."

Lu Xiu opened the phone map.

With his other hand, he took out a small palm-sized jar from his bag, unscrewed it, and it contained hawthorn, walnuts, peanuts, etc.

Gu Jianchen felt that the scene in front of him was very similar to the ancient picture of an old cadre "peanuts paired with wine" playing with his mobile phone, which subverted the image of a scumbag in a bar and dance hall that Lu Xiu had established in his mind before.

Lu Xiu saw that Gu Jianchen was looking longingly at the nut jar he made—remembering that nuts were his favorite food at this age, Lu Xiu pushed the jar towards him: "Eat something?"

"?"

Lu Xiu: "Replenish the brain."

"I do not need!!"

Lu Xiu looked away from the phone screen, and cast a glance at him, with unclear meaning: "Oh."

Gu Jianchen's temples twitched violently.

The two were silent for dozens of seconds, and Lu Xiu suddenly said, "I found it."

The screen of his mobile phone was frozen on the road map of "Second-hand City of Famous Houses in Haicheng".

Lu Xiu was planning the route, Gu Jianchen tentatively asked, "Are you here...waiting for me?"

Lu Xiu's expression finally softened a little, he put away his phone, and said, "I'm not so stupid that I can't be saved."

Gu Jianchen: "..."

His fists were crunching on his knees, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. Suddenly, he slapped a chapter on the table, and asked in a solemn voice:

"Who told you to look at my notebook? Do you understand privacy?!"

Lu Xiu spoke with a calm expression: "Your privacy is not violated."

"The words on the notebook must have been written by you."

"it's me."

"...??" He only felt that his teeth had just been broken.

Gu Jianchen asked solemnly: "Have you read the content written on the front of my notebook?"

Lu Xiu: "Is there anything written in front?"

Gu Jianchen was shocked and annoyed: "I didn't write it!! You really read it!"

Lu Xiu supported one ear to resist the high decibels, and said calmly, "What are you looking at?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the notebook that Gu Jianchen was holding tightly in his hand at some point, and randomly flipped to a certain page created by Gu Jianchen. When he saw the messy layout in the picture, Lu Xiu closed his eyes , asked: "... Godly friendship?"

Gu Jianchen snatched the notebook back and closed it heavily, his face flushed with anger, but his momentum was slightly withdrawn when he spoke: "You humiliated me." The tone was between a question and a statement.

Lu Xiu looked deeply into Gu Jianchen's eyes, seeing the flickering weakness hidden in the depths of his eyes, Lu Xiu's heart suddenly sank, his eyes were deep, and he said: "There is no shame, I just want to say, you Need to practice writing."

After speaking, he pulled out the notebook that Gu Jianchen was clutching tightly again, spread it out on the table, then took out the pen in Gu Jianchen's card pocket, and said without emotion while moving:

"This handwriting is not worthy of your face and ability. As for letting you print it, it is so that you can communicate your work with others. I can have a 'spiritual friendship' with you, not everyone can."

After finishing speaking, the gel pen tapped somewhere in the book and said: "Look at the emotional thickness carried by your music score and your story frame. The tone of the background frame you created is okay, but the story line is too shallow to support it at all." Speaking of what you want to express..."

On the second floor of the quiet cafeteria, there was only Lu Xiu's cool and deep voice, and a faint fragrance gradually floated in the air.

Suddenly, Lu Xiu's hands froze, his brows furrowed, and his voice was slightly cold: "Whose pen?"

The gel pen rolled to the edge of the table corner twice.

Gu Jianchen's heart, which had just calmed down a little bit, instantly hung up, and his eyes were sharp and his hands quickly caught the falling pen.

Gu Jianchen complained: "Mine was crushed, it was borrowed by my friend, why are you so rude..."

Lu Xiu was upset: "Paper towels."

Gu Jianchen brought a napkin box from the next table.

Lu Xiu simply pointed at all the general questions in Gu Jianchen's notebook with his fingers, and it took an hour for this lecture.

At the beginning, Gu Jianchen just listened, and Lu Xiu could find ten sentences to refute in his mind, but later Lu Xiu talked more and more, getting deeper and deeper, and he couldn't help picking up a pen and starting to record.

At the end, Lu Xiu glanced at the notebook that seemed to have been splashed with ink, and said unbearably: "I have never seen such ugly handwriting." Even if it was born from his own hands.

Gu Jianchen: "..."

Lu Xiu took the empty dinner plate with one hand and put it in the recycling place in the corner, then left directly from another exit next to the recycling place.

Gu Jianchen's stiff fingers on the table gradually loosened - the man recovered so quickly.

He must have heard those harsh words from the cafeteria on the first floor today, why didn't he respond?

At nine o'clock in the evening, Gu Jianchen sat on the bed and lowered his head to reorganize his thoughts - the only affirmation Lu Xiu had for him today was "background frame and tone". Both the tone and tone are expressing the word "poor".

What's more deadly is that, apart from Lu Xiu's first few sentences, he would consciously refute them, but when it came to the latter, even he himself thought it was very reasonable.

"Toxic...why are there so many questions!"

The so-called springs of thoughts from last night and today at noon all converged into Lu Xiu's face tonight, with jokes floating around in front of his eyes, and 'jokerjoker' arrows constantly shooting from his mouth.

The students were clearly arranged by the program team today. They played high enough and were tired enough. The more particular students would wash up before going to bed, and the few who were extremely tired just slumped on the bed.

But where there is emptiness, there is energy.At around nine o'clock in the evening, Bo Wenzhuo knocked on Gu Jianchen's bedside with a box of crayfish: "Dangdang..."

Gu Jianchen's eyes brightened slightly, "Xiao Zhuo."

Bo Wenzhuo: "Let's go to Teacher Du to discuss topic selection, and he invited us. But I'm going to practice singing with them tomorrow, so I won't be able to eat."

Gu Jianchen nodded: "Then you put it on the table over there, I have something to do right now."

Bo Wenzhuo saw the notebook on Gu Jianchen's lap, and said with a smile, "Are you still writing? Where are you writing?"

As he said, he took off his shoes and climbed onto Gu Jianchen's bed, leaned over to look at his notebook, and couldn't help laughing after just a glance: "What did you draw?"

Gu Jianchen was a little concerned: "You don't understand?"

Bo Wenzhuo joked nonchalantly: "Ah, you can find someone at random, and I'll lose if I can understand. Jian Chen, I bought you a calligraphy practice book for you in my freshman year of high school. You must have never used it at all."

Gu Jianchen: "...practicing that is a waste of time."

Bo Wenzhuo saw that there were more traces on the notebook than at noon, and said with a smile: "At least there is still a line at noon, and now it's a complete mess." Bo Wenzhuo leaned lightly on Gu Jianchen's shoulder, very rudely He laughed and said, "Can you understand it yourself?"

"Although it's a bit of a struggle, it's still possible."

"It will definitely hurt your eyes."

Gu Jianchen thought of how Lu Xiu's eyes seemed to be irritated by his handwriting, and there was an imperceptible grievance in his tone: "...If you invest in it, you won't be able to."

Bo Wenzhuo thought that he had offended Gu Jianchen, so he knocked his head on Gu Jianchen's shoulder indistinctly, and changed the subject in a lazy and soft voice: "I'm really tired today."

Gu Jianchen's pen tip stopped, "I'll rub it for you."

"it is good."

Bo Wenzhuo smiled softly, and asked: "I said before that I didn't want to participate in the show, why are you so active now? Do you want to stay with me?"

Gu Jianchen hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head: "Since I can do it, I want to do it better."

Bo Wenzhuo's smile deepened, and he said, "Then we have the opportunity to spend more time together, ah...I have to work hard too, otherwise I will be abandoned by you first, it would be embarrassing."

Gu Jianchen said softly: "No."

"How far have you thought about it?"

Gu Jianchen: "Just the beginning."

Bo Wenzhuo frowned slightly: "But you have written a lot."

Gu Jianchen: "I met Lu Xiu today, and he said that what I thought about yesterday must be overthrown and restarted."

Bo Wenzhuo suddenly opened his eyes, "Who?" He frowned gradually, and sincerely suggested: "Jian Chen, how many times have I told you that Lu Xiu... he was able to form a group because of money. Firstly, you have no representative works, secondly, you are not popular and can’t bring up topics, and thirdly, you have bad habits, why... Even if you don’t want to listen to me, you always hear what other students say, how can he give you correct guidance? I’m afraid It’s not as good as any of our students present.”

Gu Jianchen recalled the appearance of Lu Xiu explaining to him in the cafeteria today, and the good handwriting that made him jealous... But he didn't respond as perfunctorily as before, and just said: "Xiao Zhuo, seeing is believing, online comments True or false cannot be determined, and it cannot be accepted blindly.”

Bo Wenzhuo didn't like Gu Jianchen talking about other people in front of him, so he was upset when he heard it, got up tiredly, and said, "Jian Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Jianchen was slightly stunned: "What?"

Bo Wenzhuo slumped his shoulders in front of Gu Jianchen again, his temper was mild and harmless: "You ignored me when I talked to you during the day, and you kept denying me at night...I made you angry Yet?"

Gu Jianchen saw the messy notes on the notebook he had spread out. There was still an ending to what Lu Xiu said. He couldn't wait to finish it. He wanted to shape this work from beginning to end. He urgently needed to see this work fade away. The appearance of bone regeneration.

He sighed and said, "No really. Xiao Zhuo, I want to sleep."

After Bo Wenzhuo left, Gu Jianchen sat alone for a few seconds, then suddenly turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the student whose bed was closest to him, held the notebook in front of his eyes, and asked seriously:

"Do you understand?"

A few boys nearby happened to pass by, and they all came over to have a look.One of the boys lay on the bed grinning and said, "Like my little sister's notes."

Gu Jianchen breathed a sigh of relief strangely, "It's good if you can understand."

Boy: "Knows wool... Hahaha, at the age of three, I can't even hold a pen, and the notebook is covered with scribbles, and the family insists that she is following the stream of consciousness, hahahahaha... Anyway, I don't have that literary quality. "

The boy glanced at Gu Jianchen's face, and suddenly asked seriously: "Cough, this can't be your handwriting, right?"

Gu Jianchen was silent for a moment, then said indifferently: "...my little brother's."

The boy suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, I was shocked. Your little brother is much worse than my little sister. At least the lines drawn by my little sister are smooth."

Gu Jianchen: "..."