kiss Me

On weekday mornings, there were not many people in the library. Qin Shu took Lin Wu to his usual seat—the place where he was entangled by a golden-haired fox when he started school—by the window. The ivy and sycamore leaves are located in a remote place, and no one else has come to sit for the time being.

Lin Wu's interests have never had anything to do with what he studied in school. When he was studying art in F country, he was fascinated by tea ceremony appreciation and war history. Recently, he returned to China to study foreign languages, but he was also interested in ceramic art. The book is as thick as three fingers. It seems that no one has paid attention to the pottery atlas for a long time, sipping coffee and flipping through the pages.

Qin Shu was very pleased with his security, turned on the computer to browse the proposals sent by his juniors, and occasionally modified a few sentences, and the keyboard made a barely audible sound.

He has always been calm and focused when doing things—even if the work itself does not require such dedication, he will put on a mask of calmness and bring his usual stagnant state into his work.

However, Lin Wu is the opposite of him. He is a hyperactive child who is extraordinarily overflowing with energy and is willing to "see all directions and listen to all directions". After reading, he devotes most of his thoughts to him. A bright smile appeared in his eyes, as if admiring a work of art that was right in front of his eyes.

He was thinking that when he was a child, he lived at Qin Shu's home, in the study room on the second floor facing south, Qin Shu, who had just entered junior high school, read his homework in the warm sunshine, and he stayed aside to pester him, tinkering with painting and other quiet things Things to pass the time.

At that time, Qin Shu was already a bit taller than his peers, sitting there like a branching orchid, or a slender and square bamboo that had not yet grown up, with a calm expression on his childish face, It is reminiscent of the Jade Bodhisattva tied by the red string on the pendant.

He was so engrossed that he sat on the cold floor without feeling it. It wasn't until Qin Shu noticed that he was unusually quiet and put down his pen to ask him what was wrong. The other party's neck called brother, and said in a soft voice, brother, you are so beautiful.

There are not many things that can make him concentrate, but as long as he is related to Qin Shu, his vain and scattered thoughts will settle down like a demon, and he will stick to the other party and refuse to leave.

Just like Qin Shu is just sitting there now, wearing an ordinary light-colored shirt, lowering his head to work expressionlessly, he also feels that the fluorescent screen reflected in the other party's eyes is like moonlight, and the swaying parasol outside the window is the background. The painting fell into my heart unconsciously.

The number of people gradually increased, and people began to sit near them.He remembered that he had to borrow two foreign language books for his professional class, so he sent Qin Shu a message saying that he was going downstairs and left with that overly heavy atlas.

When I came back a few minutes later, I saw that Qin Shu had closed the computer and was watching some online class on the tablet. There was no pen in hand, but there was a densely written sticky note - light pink, a bit abrupt.

Sensing him approaching, the young man raised his head, smiled helplessly, and pushed the sticky note in front of him.

"Hello, little brother! I often see you at this location, and I have been following you for a long time. I suddenly found that we are watching the same set of online courses. I also study finance. Can I add a friend to get to know you? Let's exchange learning experience and form a group Postgraduate entrance examination is also okay" - the last line contains the contact information, and there is also a small hand-painted smiling face, the handwriting is correct and beautiful, and you don't need to guess what it is.

"Add it if you want." He sat down and replied softly - he didn't care much about this level of strike-up, unless Qin Shu gave more attention to others in front of him, otherwise he would Not really jealous.

And Xianxin secretly thought that if his identity were changed, it might be the scene of a disaster.

Qin Shu naturally wouldn't add it. He was a little surprised by his overly bland reaction, but he didn't ask any more questions. He put the sticky note face down and put it aside, planning to throw it away with the sundries when he left—the same as the love letter handler in middle school. The method is the same, his politeness is limited to the front of others, and when he turns around, he is still a cold and unreasonable stone, and fortunately no one finds out, otherwise he will probably be taught a lesson by the girls who have mistakenly given their sincerity.

The golden-haired fox just watched silently, became interested in role-playing for no reason, and without a pen and paper at hand, removed the thin cardboard around the outside of the coffee cup, walked to Qin Shu, and took out a coffee cup from his bag with ease. Pen.

Qin Shu thought he had something to memorize, so he handed him the notebook along with it—but the little fox pushed it back with a smile on his face, and had no choice but to give up when he was puzzled, and then looked down at the online class.

However, the progress bar had only moved for less than a minute, and when the edge of his field of vision flickered, there was an extra sheet of thin cardboard unfolded and flattened at his hand. A few lines of words were written on the tan paper, which was a handwriting he was all too familiar with.

"Hello, little brother! I have been watching you for a long time, and I think you are very suitable for my aesthetics. I want to make friends with you, is it okay? It's the kind that usually says good morning and evening to each other, and has dinner and class together when you are free. Ordinary friends holding hands, hugging and kissing! This is my contact information, be sure to add it!"

The words "ordinary friends" are deliberately bolded and bolded, and the meaningful banter is overflowing.

Qin Shu was slightly stunned. This time, he couldn't push the strange strike-up to the side and ignore it. He didn't know how to reply for a while—he knew Lin Wu's WeChat ID by heart, and he could see it when he opened and closed his eyes. Naturally, he couldn't fulfill the so-called "" Must add" responsibility.

He raised his head and bumped into the equally meaningful smile of the golden-haired fox, his dark blue eyes narrowed, and the water-like cunning swayed in his eyes, as if he was sure that he would raise his head at this time, and use the thick love he had prepared to wrap him up.

It's not like a jerky strike-up, but more like a premeditated hunter, approaching with the appearance of a pure and timid prey.

The library was quiet all around, he couldn't ask the other party what kind of twisted brain he had, but he also forgot how easy it is to play with the children, he was ups and downs in those overly affectionate eyes for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, biting the tip of his tongue to find it. reason.

Then he took the phone, entered the string of contact information in a serious manner, clicked into the chat box that he had already become friends with, and replied with a word, "OK".

After doing this series of stupid things, he realized that his heartbeat was a little too fast—maybe it was because the sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, the bright broken light like a butterfly wing cast on the boy's face, or the butterfly fluttered into the boy's face. In my eyes, a bewitching mist appeared on the clear sea.

He seems to have re-acquainted with Lin Wu at a certain moment—in a fresh, unfamiliar way, which has nothing to do with kinship but is closely related to the law of courtship.

It's warm, a little hot, and it's confusing.

Was Lin Wu so pretty when he smiled before?

——In retrospect, it was probably his belated adolescent instinct, a pure heartbeat that should have appeared in his youth but has been suppressed due to various reasons.

As soon as the screen lit up, the instigator's news jumped out, like a joke or a half-true complaint, saying that I thought we had that kind of relationship a long time ago, it seems that I was thinking too much.

"Well, it's been a long time ago," he lowered his eyes and replied word by word, "The surveillance can't capture the blind spot in the stairwell, do you want to hold hands, hug, or kiss?"

Playing on the spot, role-playing, what he is best at.