kiss Me

Of course, Qin Shu didn't come to teach him how to cut videos.

His doting and favoritism towards Lin Wu is far more than the so-called "responsibility of his immediate predecessors". Ever since he received the news that Lin Wu said that he felt a little uncomfortable after a hangover, he had no intention of letting him work again—it didn't suit him. Has always been a workaholic style of efficiency first, but the target is Lin Wu, and all principles must be sidelined.

Unsurprisingly, 10 minutes later, the person sitting in front of the computer became him, and a bowl of porridge and a box of hot custard buns were placed on Lin Wu's half of the table.

"When I passed by the canteen, I thought you didn't mention the meal, and you probably didn't pay much attention to it, so I packed it and brought it here." Qin Shu glanced at the instant bread he put on the corner of the table, but didn't say anything, while showing the video The material was imported into the editing software, and he said in a warm voice, "Eat slowly, be careful of burning—don't drink so much next time, drinking on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach."

Lin Wu let out a "hmm", knowing that he was wrong, and his voice was a bit muffled - he actually couldn't remember why he drank so much last night, the sudden emotion was diluted by alcohol, and the rest was only The hangover reaction and a touch of regret.

It was a sunny day, and the clear sunlight in late autumn came in from behind the window screens, fell on the young man's drooping eyelashes, painted a few light gold strokes, and was hazy by the rising heat.

Qin Shu looked at the side face of him drinking the porridge with his head down, and saw him blowing a few absent-mindedly, bringing the spoonful of hot porridge to his mouth, lowering his head to taste it and being scalded again, spitting out a little bit of the tip of his tongue like a cat. Taking a breath, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, letting the light sunlight fall into her eyes along with her smile.

He remembered a certain period when he was still in the ivory tower. Love was strange and mysterious to him. It was a more incomprehensible proposition than all obscure problems. He had no experience and no practical reference. He could only rely on books of one kind or another At that time, he read in a book that there is a word in the language of the Tagalog people called "kilig", which is used to describe someone who likes a person very much, as if there is something in his stomach Thousands of butterflies are dancing, and they are about to fly out with one mouth.

In the past, he couldn't understand such an expression, and could only think of it as a physiological foreign body sensation, but now he seemed to understand it a little bit.

But there are not a million mighty butterflies in his stomach, and the love in his heart is not so lively, it is more like the wings of a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, rippling in a corner of his heart in a jerky, soft, calm and turbulent way. A little piece of spring comes out.

Sensing his gaze, Lin Wu put down the spoon, raised his eyelids to look at him, and complained to him with a bit of serious grievance: "It's too hot..."

"Well, let's put it on for a while before drinking," Qin Shu looked away, and looked at the computer screen with a mask, like a high school student who was caught peeking at his sweetheart - he probably didn't know the difference in his eyes at the moment they met. How gentle, betrayed him completely, "Does your minister have any requirements for the style of the video?"

"It seems that there are no specific requirements. It is said to cut out everyone's highlight moments, and then divide the genre into several groups and string them together." Lin Wu leaned over to look at his screen, "Anyway, it is a video for students to watch, and the final effect can It's enough to attract people, transitions and the like...how come there are still clips of me, can I be on the list for a round of tour?"

The candidate for "Highlight Moment" was voted on-site, but when it was his turn to vote, he had already left the venue and didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't expect him to be on the list at all—the ranking was quite high, surpassing several final winner.

"Well, you are very likable," Qin Shu was not surprised. His strength and typhoon are there. If he hadn't abstained, Lin Wu would probably be able to get a good ranking. But."

"...If I knew it, I would have waited until the second round to abstain. At least I would change to a more formal song." Lin Wu looked at himself sitting in front of the microphone playing the guitar on the screen, and wrinkled his nose in distaste. I sang it for the audience, and besides, the writing of this song is not good, they will think that I rely on my appearance..."

Understanding what he inadvertently revealed, Qin Shu paused for a moment with his hand controlling the mouse, and couldn't help laughing again: "Really, I think it sounds good——I won't cut this part in if I'm afraid it will be misunderstood, and I won't cut it in." It's not a big deal, you decide."

Probably due to the influence of the hangover, Lin Wu's thoughts became a little sluggish. Lin Wu looked at the screen and hesitated for a while, and then he was slow to realize what he had just said, and was confused by the half-spoken statement that seemed to be narcissistic. I'm so embarrassed, I rubbed my face with my hand resting on my chin, and it took me a long time to utter a sentence, so don't cut it in, I don't want to let others hear it.

"Brother, didn't you tell me to cut it?" Sensing that Qin Shu didn't mean to give up the computer to him, Lin Wu asked symbolically, but he didn't really mean to be professional. While watching him skillfully handle the material, Lin Wu I stuffed a mouthful of custard buns into my mouth.

"Don't force yourself if you have a headache," Qin Shu reached out to touch his temple, his fingertips were cold, very warm, "don't be in a hurry at this moment——Is your minister thinking too much of you?" , it stands to reason that video editing should be reserved for teaching after becoming regular.”

Lin Wu was noncommittal, thinking that he would already know it, and it didn't matter whether he taught or not. His lazy thoughts caught another key word, and he paused in a complicated mood: "The assessment of becoming a regular... I remember in December, when I heard When I arrived, I still thought that the three-month assessment period is too long, as long as the period we agreed on before. If you still don’t plan to be with me after three months, then I have to find someone else. Excuse me to quit, so as not to embarrass each other sometimes - but now that the deadline has been postponed indefinitely, I don't have to worry about these, right?"

His voice was even more out of state than he had imagined, and gradually became hoarse at the end of his words, like a harmless and ordinary whisper, embellishing intentional or unintentional temptations indistinctly.

But Qin Shu is Qin Shu after all, and he can easily detect the occasional hidden meaning in his words, but he can't figure out why he still mentions these things now, obviously the so-called "three months" has ended early last night - and then he quickly After realizing it, Lin Wu probably didn't remember.

It was also expected, after all, after drinking like that, when he sent him back to the dormitory, he was already so drunk that he couldn't recognize anyone... He remembered Lin Wu's voice message to him an hour ago, hoarse and sticky after using the hangover The voice asked him "Is it true that I did something embarrassing when I was drunk?" The ending was intentionally or unintentionally protracted, and the guilty conscience could be heard clearly through the screen, which was rare and cute like shyness.

So he paused the video in his hand, turned to look at Lin Wu, with a slight smile in his eyes, but his tone was still gentle as usual: "Don't remember?"

Lin Wu still had a mouthful of custard buns in his mouth, and a small soft part of his cheek was pushed up. He looked at him from bottom to top with clear and innocent eyes, and asked him silently, "I don't remember anything."

Probably because of the lack of energy after the hangover, he didn't have much interest in tidying up himself today. He only wore a simple thick sweater to go out. The heavy fabric fell along the shoulder line. fluffy, with pinches and strands of soft curls here and there, making the whole person look younger than usual, like a little animal that has fried hair and wrapped itself tightly in loose clothes, or a clean high school students.

It was very similar to him who was sitting in the middle of the stage playing the guitar that day, which gave Qin Shu a kind of trance illusion that was close to going back in time.

But this time the identity was changed, and the person who wanted to express his heart became him.

"Don't remember, after you got drunk last night..." Qin Shu lowered his gaze, leaned over and whispered to him, as if in this way, all the next words could reach his ears without being disturbed by the square inch of air, and wouldn't be entangled into the dust of the world.

Lin Wu's chewing movement suddenly stopped, his eyes widened slightly, and the sea was filled with ten thousand hectares of sunshine.

As expected of him, it doesn't matter if he has no concentration, a few glasses of wine can tell the truth, easily use up the last bargaining chip, and he will forget everything when he wakes up...

"Then..." He spat out a word in a daze, and he didn't know what to follow. It was like a long-lasting dream that once came true, but he was a little at a loss.

In the next second, his eyes were blinded, and a gentle kiss fell on the corner of his mouth. Qin Shu seemed to understand his thoughts one step ahead of him, and gave a clear answer one step ahead.

"Well, let's be together."

So the smell of custard buns spread slowly, outlining this kiss purely - the sweet and sticky milk fragrance is very suitable for the occasion.