I thought I was a green tea jerk

Lu Qingzhou was startled, only to see Si Chong frowned and licked the corners of his lips, licking for a long time before raising his eyes to look at him.

"mustard?"

That's right.

Si Chong withdrew his body with a chuckle, propped his hands back on the mattress, and sat face to face with Lu Qingzhou.With a smile on his face, the sense of aggression and aggressiveness just now disappeared instantly, and Si Chong said meaningfully: "You are quite willing to part with yourself."

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and Lu Qingzhou relaxed. He took a deep breath: "I don't want the child to be tied to the wolf."

Si Chong, who was under the quilt, nodded in agreement, turned over and got out of bed: "What do you want to drink?"

"random."

Si Chong poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, and by the way, wrung out a half-wet towel from the bathroom and handed it to him.

"what?"

"Wipe," Si Chong pointed to the corner of his eye: "You still have a spicy taste in the corner of your eye, be careful of infection."

Lu Qingzhou came to his senses this time and thanked him in a low voice.

Si Chong watched him take the towel, then opened the closet next to the bed, took out a clean set of clothes and threw them on the bed, then grabbed the hem of the clothes with both hands, took off the soaked T-shirt and threw it aside .

Lu Qingzhou turned his head slightly, and looked at this young body in a daze. He was not surprised by the beautiful and smooth muscle lines of the other party, but——

Lu Qingzhou looked up and down Si Chong's back, the wheat-colored skin was clean and firm, and there was not even a scar.

Lu Qingzhou thought he could see at least one gaudy tattoo, green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right.

After changing his clothes, Si Chong turned his head and saw Lu Qingzhou's X-ray-like eyes sweeping over his upper body. He slightly lowered his head to look at his body, and chuckled slightly: "You are probably looking for a tattoo, right?"

Lu Qingzhou raised his head and asked curiously, "No?"

"Tattoos are not standard equipment for rock and roll boys, at least I don't have this plan right now."

"Oh."

Si Chong squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "You seem a little disappointed?"

"It's okay." Lu Qingzhou tilted his head slightly: "It just feels like you are not as wild as you look."

"Compared to you, it's really not as good," Si Chong sat on the side of the bed, and said meaningfully: "Not everyone has the courage to squeeze mustard on their own eyeballs."

"You're not bad." Lu Qingzhou tilted his head: "I almost believed the anxious look just now."

"That's not acting," Si Chong shrugged, "I really thought you were crying.

Si Chong said this sentence carelessly, but Lu Qingzhou was taken aback for a moment.

Si Chong frowned just now, his tangled and remorseful look was still in front of his eyes, and with that sorry——

Lu Qingzhou pursed her lips, feeling a little guilty.

"Then—why did you go before? Before you found me."

Lu Qingzhou didn't know what to say, he just wanted to talk about something casually and skip this topic quickly.

Si Chong smiled: "You said before you were found, so of course I was looking for you."

So it was raining just to find him?

Lu Qingzhou's heart sank, and he felt even more guilty.

He looked down at the tangled and messy bed sheets under him, hesitating whether to apologize to the other party, but what Lu Qingzhou didn't know at the moment was that such an expression was imprinted in Si Chong's eyes, and it was another scene.

"Guilty? Actually, you don't have to think that way, and I didn't suffer." Si Chong looked at him with his chin propped up, and pointed to Lu Qingzhou's eyes with a smile: "Lu Qingzhou doesn't have the chance to eat mustard at all times. of."

Lu Qingzhou blinked before realizing that Si Chong was referring to the kiss on the end of his eyes just now.

Under the tension, Lu Qingzhou didn't feel much, and Si Chong kissed very lightly, which didn't cause much discomfort to Lu Qingzhou.

Lu Qingzhou wiped the ends of his eyes with a towel. To be honest, he didn't really mind this kind of contact.

Si Chong took out a set of white sportswear from the innermost part of the closet and handed it to Lu Qingzhou: "Do you want to change it?"

When they came here, the two of them didn't have umbrellas, and Lu Qingzhou's clothes were half wet.

"Thank you." Lu Qingzhou got off the bed with the clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

The sportswear given by Si Chong was half-new. Lu Qingzhou turned around for a long time and didn't see the tag, and it was obviously not Si Chong's size, but closer to Lu Qingzhou's figure.

Lu Qingzhou changed his clothes and came out. Si Chongzheng sat cross-legged on the carpet beside the bed, holding the guitar in his hand and fiddled with it.

A corner of the bedroom here has been turned into a whole piece of floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing at the corner between two pieces of glass, you can just see the sparkling lake in the park not far away.

Lu Qingzhou noticed that there was still a pen and paper beside Si Chong's leg, on which Linlin memorized some notes scatteredly.

"You can write songs?"

Lu Qingzhou knelt down and looked at the score with great interest.

Si Chong nodded: "I wrote all the band's songs."

Lu Qingzhou blinked, no wonder Si Chong asked him how he felt about the song that day.

Si Chong's voice is not bad, and he can create. Lu Qingzhou was a little curious: "Then why don't you sing the lead?"

"I can sing, but Shen Yi can't play the bass." Si Chong shrugged: "So he is the lead singer, and I'm in charge of the bass."

"Can you play the guitar too?"

Si Chong shrugged: "If I can slice it into four pieces, I can probably form a band by myself."

That is to say, I am omnipotent!

Lu Qingzhou lowered his eyes and chuckled, and when he was about to stand up, his wrist was grabbed by the opponent.

"sit."

This cross-legged sitting posture is completely contrary to the educational concept Lu Qingzhou has received for many years. Lu Qingzhou was stiff and did not move. After hesitating for a long time, he said awkwardly: "I... Just look at it."

Si Chong ignored him, and with a slight pull on his hand, Lu Qingzhou fell on the carpet, and even had to support Si Chong's thigh with one hand in order to maintain his balance.

Just when Lu Qingzhou suspected that the other party did it on purpose, the guitar with Si Chong's body temperature was put into Lu Qingzhou's arms.

Lu Qingzhou subconsciously didn't dare to move the heavy musical instrument in his arms, and he tilted his head and glanced at Si Chong suspiciously.

What do you mean?

Si Chong put his elbows on his knees and looked at him: "Try it."

"I can't play guitar."

"Coincidentally, I held a guitar in my hand since I was born, and played a song Twinkle Twinkle Shine for my mother on the spot."

Lu Qingzhou: "...you really deserve a beating when you mock others."

"It's okay, at least I haven't been beaten yet." Si Chong smiled indifferently: "If you have never eaten pork, you have seen pigs run, right? You should know the basic posture."

Lu Qingzhou hugged the guitar, imitating Si Chong, and put both hands on the strings.

"so?"

Si Chong nodded approvingly: "Just dial a few times and try."

Lu Qingzhou did as he did. His fingers are thin and long, and they look good on the strings. The guitar is relatively easy to get started among musical instruments. Even if you haven't learned it seriously, the sound it plays will not be too hellish.

"Don't use your fingernails, use your fingertips to pluck the strings." Si Chong leaned over, half of his body was caged behind Lu Qingzhou, and patiently helped him adjust the position of his fingers, and led Lu Qingzhou to pluck the seven syllables one by one .

Lu Qingzhou lowered his eyes and chuckled, then took back the initiative, and Si Chong held his hand and played a few syllables casually.

Si Chong raised his eyebrows: "Twinkle, twinkle?"

Lu Qingzhou nodded, smiled yin and yang with sideways eyes and said, "thank your mother for not being so frightened that she smothered you to death on the spot."

Si Chong laughed lightly, and put the score that was only half written just now in front of Lu Qingzhou: "Can you play this?"

Lu Qingzhou looked down at the score seriously, and played a few notes a little.

"You can read music?" Si Chong raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I took two or three piano lessons when I was young, but I stopped because I didn't have any talent." Lu Qingzhou cast a sideways glance at Si Chong: "I'm not as stupid as you think."

Si Chong laughed lightly: "You are not stupid."

He lowered his head, supported Lu Qingzhou's hands with both hands, and plucked lightly on the strings. He didn't need to read the score, he had already mastered this piece by heart.

The melodious sound of the guitar was accompanied by someone's humming, Lu Qingzhou half-closed her eyes, and listened carefully to the piece, which was still only a semi-finished piece.

After a song, Si Chong looked down at Lu Qingzhou: "How do you feel?"

"Very good, better than your last song."

"Still very enthusiastic, very passionate, like the sun?"

"I'm listening carefully," Lu Qingzhou's face turned dark: "This time the song is much quieter than last time, like—"

Lu Qingzhou frowned and considered for a while: "First time in life?"

Si Chong raised his eyebrows and nodded after a while: "Your metaphor is quite sharp."

"So do you want to take this song to the bar?" Lu Qingzhou picked up the score: "But this style doesn't seem to match the atmosphere of the night whale."

"It's not for the band, it's for the next week's music festival."

Lu Qingzhou has a little impression that the annual music festival is one of the school's well-known events. Every year, a lot of people cry and want tickets on social forums.

Lu Qingzhou turned to look at Si Chong: "Do you have a performance too?"

"If there are no accidents, there will be."

"Oh."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, Si Chong turned his head to look at Lu Qingzhou who was bored looking at the music score, and said with a light smile, "You want to come?"

Lu Qingzhou shook his head: "I'm not free, I'm busy."

"Besides, I don't know anyone in the conservatory, so no one welcomes me." Lu Qingzhou said to himself, "In addition, I was rejected by a student of a certain conservatory not long ago. How can I go?"

Si Chong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Did I tell you not to let you come?"

"Didn't you say it?" Lu Qingzhou looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You don't even want to give me a ticket."

Si Chong sneered, stood up with his arms propped on the carpet, and took out a ticket from the drawer of the bookcase.

"I just got it yesterday." Si Chong bent down and handed the ticket to Lu Qingzhou: "I sincerely welcome you, is it sincere enough?"

Lu Qingzhou glanced at the drawer, and it seemed that there was more than one ticket.

"Who are you going to keep those tickets for?"

Si Chong chuckled, and chuckled that this guy was quite jealous.

He simply took out a stack of tickets and stuffed them into Lu Qingzhou's hand: "It's all here, and one person who has a show will give five tickets, you're right."

Lu Qingzhou held the ticket in his hand a little unexpectedly. Originally, he just casually said something to show his essence, but he didn't expect Si Chongzhen to give it all to him.

"This," Lu Qingzhou pursed her lips in embarrassment: "I don't really need so much."

"Then throw it away, or you can resell it," Si Chong thought for a while: "I remember someone outside took it, and the price is not low, so you can get some money."

Lu Qingzhou: "..." It's not necessary.

Lu Qingzhou asked for five tickets to the music festival so effortlessly. Originally, he didn't plan to take so many tickets, but Si Chong resolutely refused to take them back once he gave them, which made Lu Qingzhou feel embarrassed instead.

Although it is said that Lu Qingzhou is a good character design, he still has to be a bit of a tool man, and he needs to leave some space for the protagonist to attack and create opportunities.

So taking advantage of Si Chong's inattention, Lu Qingzhou quietly stuffed four tickets into Si Chong's coat pocket, which can be regarded as his small contribution to the successful cultivation of the two people.

-

"So what did you and that Lu Qingzhou do last night?"

In the bar lounge, Ji Hanyang looked at Si Chong gossipingly: "Didn't you say you rejected him? And took him home?"

"He just went to my house to change his clothes when he got wet, ah yes, he was wearing yours." Si Chong turned his head: "You left me at my house last year, remember?"

Ji Hanyang didn't take it seriously: "Who said this, I'm talking about you and Lu Qingzhou."

"Who is so and so? Are you talking about Lu Qingzhou?" Shen Yi interjected/entered excitedly: "I have heard that Lu Qingzhou went to listen to your class, right? He is still sitting next to Si Chong. What does it matter if I rely on you? "

Si Chong looked at the phone and said carelessly: "It's okay."

"Well, it's all right in the same room, you tell me it's okay, ghost letter?"

Shen Yi covered his mouth and let out an exaggerated scream, Si Chong gave him a disgusted look: "Put away the yellow waste in your mind, there are four people mixed in this room now, it doesn't mean we are grouping with that p .”

Shen Yi chuckled: "By the way, your college's music festival is coming soon. Ask for tickets, Mr. Si Chong. It's hard to force the workers to go to the music college to feel the breath of youth."

"My tickets are gone, you can find Ji Hanyang."

"Really? So fast?"

"En." Si Chong reached into his pocket, but suddenly felt a few soft, paper-like sheets.

He frowned slightly, and pulled out those few things, and sure enough——

It's a ticket to the music festival.

There is also a small note on it, the words on it are neat and neat.

[I don't need so much, leave these to the people you want to give to! 】

Si Chong's face was full of black lines. He really gave it to the person he wanted to give it to, but the person slipped it back while he was not paying attention.

"You are all here!" Ji Hantong pushed the door in with a drink in his arms and walked in: "The performance is hard work, I bought some drinks, everyone can do whatever they want."

"This is—" Ji Hantong looked at the ticket in Shen Yi's hand in surprise: "Your school music festival ticket, I'm so envious, I want to go too."

"I only have the last two tickets left, I gave them to Shen Yi and Cheng Xi," Ji Hanyang spread his hands: "There are no more tickets now."

Ji Hantong looked disappointed, he caught a glimpse of something still held in Si Chong's hand from the corner of his eye, and Ji Hantong said pleasantly: "Brother Si Chong, you—"

Si Chong pursed his lips, and stuffed those tickets back into his pocket.

"I don't have a ticket either."

Ji Hantong smiled awkwardly: "But I just saw you—"

"You read it wrong," Si Chong said without changing his expression, "It's a discount coupon from the supermarket."

Ji Hantong: "..."