The boss always thought we were looking at each other

Smart as He Ci, Xiao Huang saw Mu Yuan's reaction that day, there was obviously something wrong.

When Xiao Huang was vaccinated, the doctor told He Ci that tiramisu is a stray cat, and the bacteria on its body is much more than that of ordinary cats. If it is accidentally bitten, it should be vaccinated in time.

Even if he didn't know the situation of Mu Yuan's family, he had heard it mentioned a few times.

There are only two students in the school who can't pay the tuition fees, one is He Ci and the other is Mu Yuan.

When He Ci heard the name, it seemed like he couldn't afford the tuition fee, but Mu Yuan really couldn't afford it.

How can a person who has to raise tuition fees everywhere spend three or four hundred for vaccinations?

Thinking about it now, he fell ill at the door of the classroom, most likely due to a wound infection.

He Ci is not a good person, and there is no need to do everything in every possible way. At the Luofu Playground, he has already said clearly that tiramisu has not been vaccinated. As for whether Mu Yuan vaccinates, that is his responsibility. thing.

What's more, tiramisu has always been warm and gentle, so if you don't provoke it, how could it suddenly scratch you?

Everyone should pay for what they have done, right?

He Ci hung up the phone expressionlessly without hearing what was being said, turned left and walked straight into a flower shop near the hospital.

A scent of fragrance hit his face, and flowers of various colors competed to bloom in front of him, which made his eyes dazzled for a while.

"Brother, are you buying flowers?"

The proprietress who was trimming the bouquet on the other side of the counter looked up at him. The boy standing at the door was wearing a black sweater with a half turtleneck and the brim of his hat was pulled down very low, revealing only a small half of his sharp face. In front of Rose, she was obviously a little cramped.

It's like visiting this place for the first time.

He Ci nodded when he heard the proprietress calling him.

"It looks like you bought it for your little girlfriend?"

No.

He Ci shook his head, met the proprietress's probing eyes, "Boyfriend."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Not yet."

"Ah...haha, it's okay, it's okay," the proprietress embarrassedly pinned the broken hair behind her ear, walked out from the counter, and took out a large bouquet of flowers from the corner, "This apricot tree flower is pretty good, meaning Break the feudal love!"

"Can you see it?"

He Ci looked at the bouquet of tung flowers that vaguely seemed to have been seen on the side of the main road in front of the school. After a moment of silence, he stood firmly in front of the white roses, pointed to the red ones, and signaled that he wanted both, "I want more roses." This one, concentric circles, in the middle."

After listening for a long time, the proprietress realized that the flowers should be arranged in concentric circles.

Help.

Now who still puts roses like this, one ring is surrounded by another, like a wreath.

After all, I still didn’t say the complaints. Looking at the strange combination he strongly requested, the proprietress couldn’t help raising her eyebrows. It's strange to send it out.

**

Yan Yu rushed all the way from school, but fortunately, he didn't miss the time. Now he was sitting in the painting hall on the first floor of the huge painting base, and began to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.

The glass in almost every classroom is one-way glass, which does not affect the students looking for inspiration from the life outside, and ensures that they will not be disturbed by those people.

Yan Yu was fiddling with his drawing board and paints while thinking about what to paint.

The theme of today's competition is 'Youth', and he thought a lot about it, such as painting the boy sweating profusely on the basketball court, or the boy sitting on the wall of the old house under the drizzle at the age of 17.

Now that he is really sitting here, he always feels that something is missing, just like painting a tiger's skin is hard to draw, and the essence can't be found.

"Attention all candidates..."

With less than 5 minutes left before the exam, the invigilator patted the table and signaled everyone to stop whispering.

The scene fell silent, Yan Yu stared at the drawing board in front of him, unable to think of what to draw.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew up around him, someone brushed past Yan Yu suddenly, and kicked over the paint box that Yan Yu had just poured over.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

With a sound of 'pop', the moment the paint box fell to the ground, Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and was forced to smear a little scarlet on the white sneakers.

Yan Yu's eyes fell on the paint box next to his ankle, and his brows slowly frowned.

The overturned paints were mixed together and dyed colorfully. The paint boxes that were originally distinct colors are now mixed with red and white, and black and green. It is useless at all.

"Ah... that... I really didn't mean it!"

The boy was carrying the drawing board, and stood beside Yan Yu with an embarrassed expression on his face. He took out bottles and cans from his schoolbag and put them on the ground, "I brought a lot of paint, I'll share half of it with you, okay?"

Yan Yu looked at the mess on the ground, pointed at his paint box that had been kicked over, and looked up, "Why didn't you say give me the paint box?"

"Damn it, this person is too good at making troubles. At this time, kicking over other people's paint boxes, isn't it sincere to prevent them from competing? Besides, who would think that their paints would be kicked over when they came, how could anyone Bringing too many paint boxes, what do you mean by giving him half of the paint?"

The movement of Yan Yu and this boy is not small in the examination room, basically seventy or eighty people can see the messy paint tray being kicked at a glance.

"Keep your voice down. The one standing there is the champion of last year's Blue Painting Competition, and it belongs to Fu Jiang. Doesn't this year's Blue Painting Competition apply for a national competition system, can you get extra points for the college entrance examination? People are rushing to get extra points for the college entrance examination this year Come!"

"You can't kick over other people's paint even if you get extra points in the college entrance examination? What is this, indirectly destroying your opponent?"

The man didn't seem to expect that he would be embarrassed, and the harsh words kept coming from his ears. He lowered his head and kept apologizing, "I didn't expect to meet acquaintances outside, so I chatted for a while and wasted time." , I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"How about I ask my friend to buy it for you right away?"

"He's right outside!" The boy pointed to a boy holding flowers outside the one-way glass, "Just the one with flowers, I'll ask him to buy it for you right away, okay?"

Yan Yu felt that he was unreasonable for a while, and looked down at his watch, "There are 3 minutes left, can you..."

Yan Yu glanced out of the glass, and suddenly felt that his voice was very dry and hoarse, and the unfinished conversation stopped abruptly, and he unconsciously clenched the paintbrush in his hand bit by bit, as if replaying frame by frame in slow motion, He retracted his gaze stiffly.

It's probably because the person outside the glass looking in was too calm, or the eyes of the familiar Yan Yu were sour. Yan Yu didn't dare to linger on He Ci for too long, and only vaguely remembered the tenderness in his arms. A bouquet of roses red as fire.

Who is the upright boy standing outside the glass holding a bouquet of flowers if not He Ci?

He Ci has always been indifferent, and there are so many people who are unwilling to talk to him that he doesn't say a word.

Moreover, this seemed to be He Ci's first time sending flowers to others.

He said, how many minutes have they chatted?

But... the boy said that they met by chance, and among the people He Ci knew, he was the only one competing here...

The more he thought about it, the more anxious Yan Yu became, and the irritability of not being able to get a response inadvertently rose in his heart, like being bitten by thousands of bugs, not painful enough, but itchy enough to torture people.

Perhaps, it is true.

The invigilator in the examination room patted the table to signal everyone to be quiet, and walked towards the audience to check the situation.

Taking into account the personal habits of the candidates, the competition equipment for the Blue Painting Competition is generally prepared by the candidates themselves, but there has never been a situation where their equipment was damaged by others in the examination room, and the teacher had no choice for a while.

"Teacher," Yan Yu got up, "Are there any more painting tools here?"

The teacher shook his head helplessly, glanced at the clean examination room, and immediately felt a little regretful, "There are a lot of painting tools, but those things are on the third floor, and there are 2 minutes left for the exam to start. The teacher doesn't have a mobile phone, so there's nothing I can do about it." Even if you contact the administrator, you won’t be able to get out of the examination room, so there’s no way I can get it for you.”

"What a coincidence, I can ask my friend to get it!" The boy suddenly appeared between the two of them, "He is outside, we have known each other for many years, I will tell him, he will definitely go!"

Listening to what he said, Yan Yu bit her lower lip, feeling uncomfortable, he hasn't used He Ci yet.

The teacher lowered his head and looked at the time. This is indeed the best way so far. He nodded as he agreed to his proposal. He glanced at the admission ticket hanging around his neck, "Zhong Yi, hurry up, painting tools Just put it on the third floor and let him take my work pass over there."

The boy took the work pass, walked out of the classroom, stood in front of the boy holding flowers at the door, handed him the work pass in his hand, then bowed his head, and couldn't understand what the two of them said.

The boy's jaw line was set off by the black one-way glass, which made him a little colder. His brows were slightly frowned, as if he was a little impatient, and he consciously lost his way while holding the flowers, and didn't answer him.

"He Ci, please," Zhong Yi put his hands together in a begging gesture, "I really didn't expect to knock over his paint box, and I didn't know that he was a cripple who couldn't stay at home and insisted on coming out." What kind of competition is he participating in, and he can't win the prize if I'm here!"

Can't hide the pride in his voice.

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding air suddenly became quiet, mixed with a bit of coldness, which made people's skin hurt.

He Ci's face was slightly gloomy, and he walked a few steps forward. Through the half-open door, he saw the figure standing there who was talking to the invigilator. He turned his head and looked at the spot expressionlessly Zhong Yi, who was complaining, reached out to him, "Nonsense, give it to me."

Zhong Yi was taken aback by his expression, and after thinking about it, he thought that he had persuaded He Ci, and was immediately overjoyed, so he quickly handed the card to him, brushed the edge of He Ci's finger inadvertently, and blushed, "Thank you Brother Ci, you are willing to help me get the painting tools."

As a result, when he looked up, there was no one in front of him.

Yan Yu's paints were almost kicked out by Zhong Yi just now, and now the most left are red and black paints. The original idea of ​​painting those complicated colors has been overturned now.

Looking at the only few clean colors in the paint box, he sighed in a rare way, adjusted the rimless glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and inadvertently glanced out of the window, holding flowers and standing by the wall pillar with a serious face He Ci on the board.

It seems that with just one glance, he confirmed the position of Yan Yu, and his eyes never left.Now separated by a layer of glass, the two seem to be looking at each other.

Yan Yu looked at the silent young man outside, his breathing slowed for a moment.

A black sweater that should not be entered by strangers, with a fiery red rose in her arms.

Black and red are intertwined, cold and hot, strong and extreme, it is a stunning enough painting.

This is his first love, and it will also be his most dazzling youth.

The originally icy boy, his brows and eyes were warmed by the hot roses in his arms, Yan Yu's heart was pounding at the sight, and the indescribable feeling was clamoring in Yan Yu's bones, clamoring for him to draw this painting.

One second before the bell rang, he put pen to paper and wrote the title of the painting at the bottom.

"Throbbing"

Yan Yu's foot injury is still not healed, and now he is handing in the test, he is not in a hurry, and walks out step by step while leaning on the wall.

"Brother Ci, did you come to see me this time?" Zhong Yi surrounded He Ci, chattering non-stop, "It must be Lu Xuan who told you. I must have seen it too!"

"Brother Ci, you too. Why didn't you contact everyone when you transferred to Mingteng? It's fine if you don't contact them. What's the matter if you don't contact me?"

"Come here, what flowers to buy!"

Yan Yu's feet paused, and the hand holding the doorknob turned pale. He was suddenly afraid to leave the door, and the wishful thinking in his heart was shattered in an instant.

At that moment, deformed thoughts appeared frequently in his heart, and he was extremely eager to lose the election. After all, he was painting He Ci, and it was indeed a very bad thing to reveal his sincerity to the public.

The phone in the backpack kept ringing, and as soon as Yan Yu connected it, he heard someone outside turning the doorknob.

There was a sound of 'squeak'.

"Xiao Yu, come back this time on May [-]st. The teachers here are also quite good." The old man's angry voice came from the other side, "If your class teacher hadn't called me, I still don't know where you were I don't know how to bully you, and I don't know how to tell the family, if I didn't hear that you have an exam today, I would have picked it up for you!"

"Just tell you to come back early, what are you doing in that crappy school!"

"Did you get entangled by some guy again and fell in love?"

A shadow shrouded in front of him, and beside his ears were grandpa's uninterrupted thoughts.

"No grandpa!" He immediately denied it.

Yan Yu raised his head and met He Ci's dark eyes. For some reason, he panicked inexplicably.

Yan Yu opened his mouth and fell silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

After a long while, Yan Yu hung up the phone and said, "Thank you for today."

"Excuse me."

This kind of gratitude made He Ci feel uncomfortable all over, and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

"when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow." Yan Yu put his hand away calmly.

"Aren't you going to take part in the midterm exam tomorrow?" He Ci turned around, took a step forward, and stood in front of him, his tone soft and then soft, obviously stepping back and flattering him, "Go ahead, you've been studying hard these days."

Yan Yu shook his head stubbornly, not daring to look into his eyes, lowered his head, raised his arms, and shook his phone at him, "Grandpa told me to go back."

He Ci tightly clutched the flower in his hand and forgot to give it away as well.

"There's no drama anymore, is there?"

As if a bottle of spicy wine was poured down his throat, Yan Yu turned his face away, hiding the slightly red corners of his eyes, and said angrily, "If you can't find the prince, you won't act."

"I'll go back to the classroom to pack my things first, so I won't be with you."

The author has something to say: Lu Xuan: Chase your wife, you have a thicker skin, Brother Ci

You will know in the next chapter.