Xueba, he is always fishing for me [Rebirth]

After dinner, Qiu Chi sent Ji Qingyan and Qin Zheng to the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala, while he cleaned the dishes in the kitchen.

Qin Zheng has a cat, a shriveled-faced Garfield, the kitten on Qiu Chi's profile picture on this WeChat account.The kitten knew that a stranger had come to the house, and it had been hiding just now, but now it tentatively approached slowly.

Ji Qingyan originally wanted to squat down to tease the kitten, but Qin Zheng held him back: "While Qiu Chi is in the kitchen, I'll show you his room."

Ji Qingyan followed him inside: "Qiu Chi said that he and you were classmates in college."

"Yes, there is a dropout in our dormitory. I don't know if it's because there are not enough freshman dormitories or what. Qiu Chi was put in our sophomore dormitory when he was a freshman. At that time, he was in poor health and was not very suitable for living in the dormitory. "Qin Zheng opened the door and motioned for Ji Qingyan to come in, "He suffered from severe anxiety for a while when he was in college, did he tell you?"

Ji Qingyan nodded: "I mentioned it, but I didn't go into details."

"Anyway, I didn't really like to stay in the dormitory at that time. The apartment was so big, and it was empty. I asked him to move in, but he insisted on paying me the rent."

The room is not small, and it has a lot of space after entering, and it can be seen clearly after turning on the lights.Ji Qingyan remembered that Qiu Chi used to like to buy some strange things, such as the very girly purple piggy humidifier, and the porridge bucket with many pink hearts painted on it.

But the curtains in this bedroom are gray, as are the sheets and rug.The pillow is gray and white striped, and it should be a set with the quilt.The furnishings are extremely simple, and there are not many things, only the bookcases are full.

There are a lot of file bags on the desk, which are put away with storage racks, and there are a lot of scattered books beside it. At a glance, all Ji Qingyan sees are professional books such as "film", "philosophy" and "drama".

Seeing him looking at the things on the table, Qin Zheng said, "Qiu Chi's grades are very good. Our school doesn't have a quota for postgraduate exemptions. He was admitted to Fudan University by himself." Qin Zheng talked a lot, talking about undergraduates bit by bit At that time, Qiu Chi's grades were so good that it was an exaggeration.

Ji Qingyan saw that there was also a very thin and old booklet with a floral cover, like a notebook.He remembered that when he was in school, Qiu Chi's handwriting was particularly beautiful, much better than his anyway.After Ji Qingyan went to university, he bought many kinds of copybooks with different fonts from the Internet. All of them are very beautiful, but they are not the same as Qiu Chi's.

It's hard to say, even if Qiu Chi sometimes writes in a hurry and messes up, there is an elegant tenacity between the lines, which no one can imitate.Ji Qingyan suddenly wanted to open it and see how Qiu Chi's writing was different from before.

After opening it, I realized that it was not a notebook, but a collection of poems written by Borges, a foreigner whom Ji Qingyan had never heard of.

The page he flipped over was "Rose and Milton". Some sentences were outlined in smoky pink on the page, and there was a piece of Polaroid photo paper inside.

Ji Qingyan was taken aback, the person in the photo was himself.It looks like I'm running, but I'm not wearing a school uniform, I'm wearing a GUCCI loose coat.The background of the photo is blurred, but it can also be vaguely seen that there are other long-distance runners behind.

He has a barcode number on his body: School of Business 036

This is a photo of him participating in the [-] long-distance race at the National People's Congress.

Why did Qiu Chi have this photo?Was it posted on the school official account?He didn't even have the slightest impression of himself.

There seemed to be a lot of other photos in the book, Ji Qingyan continued to turn back, and the next photo was still him, it was a photo of him setting up a stage for publicity downstairs in the second teaching building, and in the photo he was talking to a blond foreign student The details on the bulletin board.

The title of this page is "Paris, [-]".

The last one is of him not knowing when he had dinner with his classmates. Judging from the environment, it should be the Huixian House on the campus of the National People’s University. The photo is not so clear under the dim light, but it can be seen that in the photo The only person is himself.

Ji Qingyan turned a few pages back. This collection of poems contains all his photos, photos of him when he was in college.The time is written on the back of the photo, and occasionally the location and specific event are written on some.

Almost all the photos are from his sophomore and senior years, because Ji Qingyan went to Taipei in his junior year, and Qiu Chi was still studying in his third year in a boarding high school in his freshman year.

Qin Zheng was leaning against the wall, still talking endlessly about the wicked things Qiu Chi did during his four years in college.Ji Qingyan turned around suddenly and called out to him: "Qin Zheng!"

"Ah?" Seeing that his eyes were red, Qin Zheng stopped talking immediately, "You...what's wrong with you? I'm sorry, shouldn't I have told you this..."

Ji Qingyan asked him: "Has Qiu Chi been to Beijing since he went to university? Have you ever seen him go to Beijing?"

"He has been there, he didn't tell you? You don't know?" Qin Zheng said, "He has been there many times. He went to Beijing to see you, and every time he took a picture. I have seen him take pictures of you. Did you participate in a debate competition in your junior year? You were wearing a dark blue suit with a red brooch on your chest!"

Qin Zheng recalled: "I should remember correctly, right? Wow... That photo at that time was really cool! Qiu Chi showed it to me, so I recognized you immediately at the airport that day."

Ji Qingyan continued to turn back, but at the end, he didn't see the photo of the debate match.Until he saw the first few pages, in the section between the two English poems, there was a photo of him wearing a blue suit jacket.

The school organized the debate competition very well. In order to appear on stage with the best appearance, Pan Wei specially contacted a makeup artist sister, who woke up at [-] o'clock in the morning and went to the school to help him put on makeup.

Ji Qingyan followed suit, also painted a natural light makeup, and grabbed a very elite style hairstyle.The teacher joked with them that day, saying that after combing this hairstyle, people would look seven or eight years older immediately.

This page from the anthology reads:

"I offer you the sorrow of a man who looked long and long at the lonely moon... I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen one evening, many years before you were born."

The name of the poem is: What can I use to keep you.

The book is marked with a lot of signature pens of different colors, and some relevant professional thesis points are written beside it, some of which have nothing to do with this poem.But it was from these irrelevant words that Ji Qingyan felt the powerlessness of being forced through the back of the paper day and night.

Just like what Qiu Chi said, he felt that he was not good enough, because it was so rare to meet in clean dust and muddy water.So he will feel that he can't touch it and can't keep it, so he only dares to look at it from a distance.

There is a line written on the back of this Polaroid:

I want to give the yellow rose in my hand to the lonely moon in the sky, but I can't touch it or find it. I can only watch the moon wandering in place from a distance, not daring to step forward.

Ji Qingyan knew that these were Qiu Chi's words.It was written by Qiu Chi with a pen, and the word "bu" in Cunbu was rubbed off a little when the ink was still wet.

No wonder Qiu Chi even folded paper roses in light yellow.

The hand holding the photo trembled a little, Ji Qingyan choked and said: "He never told me! He lied to me again..."

Qiu Chi should have just finished washing the dishes, and came looking for him when he saw the light on in the room: "Why did you two come out of the room, what are you talking about?" He saw Ji Qingyan standing by the bed, holding the book that was written by him in his hand. An anthology of poems wrapped in gift-wrapping paper.

Qin Zheng didn't know what to do, but his intuition told him that he shouldn't stand still and add to the chaos at this time: "Well... the Spring Festival Gala may be about to start, I'll adjust the stage first. You two talk first~"

There was a thick layer of tears in Ji Qingyan's eyes, and his vision gradually became blurred. He picked up the Polaroid and asked Qiu Chi, "Where did you get the photo?"

"The official website of the National People's University! There are a lot of photos of student activities on it. Surely no one of you usually pays attention to the school's official website? Let me tell you..."

"What else do you want to say? You got your Polaroid from the school's official website, right? That's fine." Ji Qingyan directly interrupted his nonsense, pointing to the laptop on the side, "Isn't there Computer, you log on to our school’s official website, and show me how to get Polaroid to print photos on the website.”

Qiu Chi took the photo over and whispered, "Actually it's..."

"What is it?" Ji Qingyan asked him, "What else can you come up with? I don't believe that the school photographers will take close-ups of single people, and they also have their own bokeh. To be honest, you can die, right?"

"Did Qin Zheng just tell you something?" He pinched Ji Qingyan's cuff slowly, "Don't believe him."

"You took the picture, right?"

"Yes, I took the picture. I..." Qiu Chi lowered his head and carefully put the photo back into the poetry collection. "Isn't it exaggerated? Being photographed like this is like peeping."

"Why didn't you tell me? You obviously..." Ji Qingyan couldn't help it, he cried, "You could tell me all these things, but you didn't! I asked you so many times before, let you I've said it so many times, why didn't you say that you went to find me..."

Qiu Chi held him in his arms: "I'm sorry! But I just don't think it's necessary to say this. And it's not glorious at all. It looks like a perverted stalker. I don't follow enough, and I still need to take pictures..."

"No... no!" Ji Qingyan rubbed his nose on his clothes unceremoniously, "It would be great if you could stop me at that time, I just think that it would be great if you could stop me at that time... ..." Or if he could recognize Qiu Chi, he wouldn't have to wait so long.

Ji Qingyan couldn't imagine what kind of mood Qiu Chi used to stand and look at him from a distance, and took pictures of him.The photo will automatically start printing the moment the shutter is pressed, but even if the photo is in the palm of your hand, you will clearly know that everything after this person has nothing to do with you.

But he still carefully wrote down the location and date, and then carefully sandwiched it in the poetry collection, wrapped the poetry collection with a book cover, and placed it on the table where it could be easily reached.

Probably because it has been opened countless times, the book wrapping paper printed with small rose-colored flowers has long been worn out, and some places have been re-decorated with washi tape with patterns printed on it, which is neatly pasted, which makes people feel I can't help thinking about how Qiu Chi used to carefully cut out fine patterns from the tape, and then pasted them on the notebook.

"My fault, don't cry, don't cry." Qiu Chi wiped his face with a tissue, "Wash your face with hot water later, it's Chinese New Year, let's celebrate it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zheng was probably tuning the channel in the living room.In fact, there is no need to adjust it at all, because at this time, almost every TV station will have a live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala, and it is just the start time.

The calm and provocative public service advertisement suddenly and quickly switched to the golden snake dance, which jingled in the living room.

Qin Zheng was taken aback. He probably felt that the overly exciting music was not suitable for the current atmosphere, so he hurriedly pressed the switch button.But it's useless to change it, it's all broadcast on the Spring Festival Gala, and the golden snakes from various local stations dance at the same time, even a little ghostly.

It is probably because the radio systems of different stations are a little different, as if several parts have been switched, and it is noisy to a certain extent.

Qiu Chi poked his head out from the room, frowned and asked him, "What are you doing?" It made the living room look like an eight-part chorus.

Qin Zheng showed an awkward yet polite smile: "Watch the Spring Festival Gala, don't you watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

The corners of Qiu Chi's mouth twitched, and he thought that he was indeed watching the Spring Festival Gala, but he didn't really want to see a bunch of big snakes dancing in the living room.And this year is not the year of the snake...why can't there be something else in the Spring Festival Gala?For example, the golden pheasant out of the mountain is not bad.