kiss Me

The next week was busy and unusual. Compared with the other three roommates who participated in many clubs and organizations, Lin Wu’s daily life was already monotonous. Excluding sleep, he could roughly divide it into three parts: attending classes and working at the school association, And fall in love.

In a sense, the last part accounts for the largest proportion, which is a bit of a plaything, but he has lived in country F for several years, and the most basic foreign language knowledge in freshman year does not have much investment for him. Necessary, the main job of the school association is photography. He has learned everything that needs to be learned, so it doesn't take up too much time.

There was a small episode, a young teacher at the Academy of Art was a student of his mother, who knew him from nowhere, added him to his contact information, and invited him to help in his studio—he was called by him because he was busy with his studies. The reason was declined, and the other party was not in a hurry, saying that he could wait a few months for him to be free before thinking about it.

"Ask my mother, she does have such a student. She said that she studied art history for two years and then switched to design. After a while, she became a university teacher. She teaches well and is well-known in the industry..."

When he mentioned this to Qin Shu, they were sitting in an empty classroom on the top floor of the teaching building with a computer in front of him—his brother was accompanied by him on the grounds that he was "unfamiliar with the specific requirements of the school's audit". Together, he reviews the entries received in this year's School Photography Festival.

"Then why didn't you agree?" Qin Shu paused his hand on the roller and asked him casually.

"I'm...not self-motivated, and I don't want to work hard to get a prize from the teacher. I'm not interested," Fox lay on the table with his arms under his pillow and looked at him with a lazy tone, as if he was about to fall asleep in the afternoon sun. In the past, "Brother, you also know that I am actually quite a Buddha."

Qin Shu lowered his eyes to look at him, seeing that a layer of sunlight fell on his pale eyelashes, showing a fuzzy overexposed feeling, and the color of his pupils was lighter than usual, reminiscent of a clear blue sky.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the child's eyelashes, feeling Lin Wu's unconditional trust in him, let him touch the fragile place unsuspectingly, and blinked intentionally or unintentionally, letting the soft eyelashes rub against him He fingertips, bringing a little soft itch.

"It's not too young anymore. We should find a direction for the future. We can't always be so Buddha." He withdrew his hand, and began to say something wrong, clearly thinking that Lin Wu would better stay by his side for the rest of his life, and be punished for not doing business properly. He can only rely on him when he is disabled, but the teachings he speaks are righteous and strict, with the appearance of a responsible brother.

The fox just laughed and leaned towards him as if avoiding the sun: "But I'm only interested in you...Brother, if there is a job in the world that revolves around you, it's only responsible for studying you and observing you like you every day." , I am definitely yearning for it, and I am willing to invest as much as I want.”

Qin Shu followed the words to tease him, while drawing the curtains a little: "Then who will pay you?"

Lin Wu kissed his hand resting on the mouse one after another, rubbing his lips against the cool ring, like some small animal: "No salary, bro, why don't you support me..."

The breeder bent up that finger and touched him, and there was a gentle smile in his voice, indescribably indulgent: "I will play tricks."

The topic was unknowingly mixed up, and the cheating person carried out his arrogance and arrogance to the end. He didn't feel that it was wrong to let a senior who was two levels older than him do it for him, so he closed his eyes peacefully and muttered that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. After a while, the photos will not be reviewed.

Qin Shu laughed, and scanned the "67/300" in the corner of the screen, thinking that when he started his trial this afternoon, the numerator was 30, and 90.00% of the workload was left to him, which was really shameless.

But he looked at the slight blueness in the child's eyes, and thought of the overly full schedule of the other party, and the work that was so highly valued by the deputy minister of Xinxuan that he had a lot more work than others. In Lin Wu's ear, he said "good dream" from the bottom of his heart.

As a senior, it seems that one shouldn't condone laziness, but as a lover, it's understandable to share some of the burden for the little boyfriend who is always on the go.

When this thought flashed through his mind, he didn't even feel that something was wrong, and he didn't realize that he seemed to be too involved in the drama, accidentally accepted their nominal relationship, and accepted the identity of this "boyfriend".

Reviewing photos is boring, especially for someone like Qin Shu, who finds it difficult to empathize with the so-called "story sense" in his works, so he can only check the review standards in black and white, one by one. A somewhat romantic job becomes an inorganic procedure, purely boring.

Summer has already entered autumn, and the photos taken by most people are inseparable from the imagery of autumn.When he came across a certain picture, he stopped and felt a little surprised—the picture is ordinary, the color is monotonous and the composition is poor, but the content is different. It is an ordinary sweet-scented osmanthus tree that is difficult to photograph .

The flowers and leaves are almost submerged in the night, but they are covered with some street lights, reflecting the bright colors of the stars.

The accompanying text is a sentence, "The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is very special. Every time I smell it, it reminds me of the girl I liked in the second year of high school. She likes to take advantage of dinner instead of going to the cafeteria and sit on the bench under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree to memorize history. , I will help her buy bread and milk... She smiles beautifully, very sweetly, like sweet-scented osmanthus, and makes me blush every time."

He just remembered a night a few days ago when Lin Wu stood at the entrance of the library and took pictures of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree - he said that he would think of that day when he saw the photos in the future, and every moment with him was worth remembering.

Lin Wu was surprised that he was still wearing the ring he gave him that day, but he hasn't taken it off yet.

The young man lowered his eyes, looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully beside him, and his eyes stopped on his soft lower lip. After a long silence, he raised his hand in a mysterious way, and touched it lightly.

A question arose after being late for a long time, about whether he should kiss the other party that day, as the optimal solution in theory to return the gift.

In fact, it is not too late.

When the kiss fell, Qin Shu finally realized that he was a little abnormal. It was strange to do this in an empty classroom where someone might open the door at any time, and it was also strange to kiss Lin Wu while he was asleep—what was even more strange was that he started from such an understatement. Tasting a bit of satisfaction in the kiss, I couldn't help but think of that night, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the air, and the surprised and somewhat bewildered eyes of the young man.

It seemed that plants that were meaningless to him were endowed with meanings, very clichéd meanings, which made him have the idea of ​​kissing each other, and put them into reality in a strange way.

It's a bit similar to the previous sneak kiss while someone was asleep, but it's not the same - this time it's not even an experiment.

However, before he could figure out why, something soft entered into his lips in the next second, licked it playfully, and left quickly.

The boy's laughing voice rang out, a little hoarse, the peculiar laziness of just waking up.

"Brother, what are you doing?"