Xueba, he is always fishing for me [Rebirth]

The sun followed the clouds and climbed from the sky to the sky. After leaving Jing'an Temple, Ji Qingyan and Qiu Chi decided to ride their bicycles to the venue for the award presentation in the afternoon.

When Ji Qingyan was in Beijing, he could only recognize the roads near his home and school, but if he left the comfort zone of life, he would directly become a road idiot who couldn't walk an inch, the kind that Gao De couldn't save.

He will only hold the mobile phone and turn around in place to see which way the arrow on the navigation is going.But the daily routine of navigation is bugging with users. After using the APP for 3 minutes, the voice prompt will say "You have deviated from the route" seven or eight times, so every time Ji Qingyan hears "Re-planning for you", the whole person will become abnormal irritable.

Fortunately, Qiu Chi knows the way. He just needs to follow Qiu Chi. As long as he follows him, he will definitely not go wrong. Even if he goes wrong, follow him and change another road.

Ji Qingyan didn't know how long they had been riding on the road, until they passed a park in the middle of the street, and heard singing from a long distance away.He looked up at the road signs on both sides of the road, which said Tianai Road, and the street park on the left side of the road was called "Lu Xun Park".

Qiu Chi's bike slowed down in front, he turned his head to the side, and asked Ji Qingyan, "Shall we go in and have a look? You're here!" It's a pity not to go in.

Ji Qingyan checked the time, and it was still early anyway, so he had time: "Yeah." He got off the bicycle, pulled off the scarf around his neck, and rode all the way, feeling a little hot on his body.

There are no tickets for Lu Xun Park. There are a few children blowing bubbles by the breeze at the door. The further you walk in, the louder the singing.A group of middle-aged and elderly people gathered in the square of the park. In the middle of the crowd was an old woman who was directing. She was surrounded in the middle.The surrounding chairs were placed in a half circle. On the left sat a few grandmas with numbered notation, on the right was an old man with a musical instrument, three with an accordion, and the rest had violins on their shoulders.

They were singing "Tomorrow Will Be Better", and there were many people singing along with them. I can't tell how good the singing is, but as long as I heard it, I always wanted to stay and listen for a while.

The sun gradually climbed to the top of the head, the sun shone through the shade of the trees in the center of the square, and there were only warm and melodious singing around.At twelve o'clock at noon, the old people just finished singing "My Motherland and Me", and everyone applauded together. They put away their instruments and made an appointment to see you tomorrow with a smile.

Ji Qingyan felt in a trance that under the sun at noon in winter, being surrounded by such singing and sunshine made people feel a kind of happiness spontaneously.

If only it could stay that way.

He secretly reached out his hand and grabbed Qiu Chi's fingertips hanging by his side.Qiu Chi noticed his touch and didn't turn his head, but smiled and squeezed Ji Qingyan's hand even tighter.

In the shade of the trees next to it is the World Writer Square, where there are statues of writers from various Western countries.After the two of them walked over, they were facing the statue of Victor Hugo, the representative French Romantic writer.

It is the author of "Notre Dame de Paris". They had rehearsed countless times when they were sophomores in high school.

Westerners always like to grow a beard, and this statue of Mr. Hugo also has it. He is sitting at the table in a suit, with a book in one hand hanging on his knees, and his face in the other hand. His brows are slightly frowned, like Is thinking about something.

Ji Qingyan stood there, strangely, it was actually just a statue of Hugo. The memories from the past were like an unstoppable flood, flooding into his mind with the ticking of the second hand every day and night.

He remembers that he went back to the second year of high school and transferred to class 4 stubbornly. Later, he was pushed to play Esmeralda by those students who booed him. He tried on one white gauze dress after another in the figure classroom.It was also in that classroom that he taught Qiu Chi how to dance over and over again.Before nightfall in the evening, the early autumn wind will slip in through the window cracks and pour into the wide cuffs of the school uniform.

"Qiu Chi." He called him.

Qiu Chi turned to look at him: "Huh?"

"Let's... let's take a photo here." Wherever he went before, Qiu Chi always wanted to take a photo of him, or two people stood side by side, and Qiu Chi used the selfie mode to take a photo of a tourist in Biye But this time, Ji Qingyan really wanted a complete group photo.

Qiu Chi didn't think too much, and agreed directly: "Okay!"

A man wearing a hoodie and jeans happened to pass by not far ahead. Qiu Chi ran over and called him: "Hi, Miss! Excuse me, can I take a photo for us?"

The person in front turned around with a displeased face: "Who is sister?"

The boy seemed to be about the same age as them, a bit shorter than Qiu Chi, and also very thin, with long curly hair half down and half tied up over his shoulders, and looked a bit like a tall girl from behind.

"Huh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Qiu Chi quickly apologized.

The boy didn't have a musical instrument on his body, but he had a red guitar pick hanging around his neck. He took out the powder-blue lollipop he was holding in his mouth. He didn't care about the fact that he was identified as the wrong gender just now, and walked over and said : "You guys want to take pictures, what are you taking?"

Ji Qingyan said: "Let's stand here and take pictures of Hugo as well."

The handsome curly-haired guy smiled and stretched out his hand to him: "Give me the phone." After adjusting the focus, he looked at the two people in a daze on the screen. Those who didn't know it thought you were here to guard Mr. Hugo's portrait.

"Aren't you going to strike a pose?" he asked.

The picture was frozen for five seconds, and Qiu Chi made a pair of scissors.

Curly-haired handsome guy: "?" Are you two okay? "Are you sure you want to be better than Scissorhands?" It's not a selfie, so it really doesn't look very smart.

The picture froze for another five seconds, Qiu Chi retracted his scissors hands, and put his arms around Ji Qingyan's shoulders instead.Ji Qingyan was a little embarrassed, his body movements were extremely stiff, and he looked more like a statue than Mr. Hugo in the camera.

Qiu Chi probably also felt this strangeness: "Why are you so stiff when taking pictures? Relax!"

Every time Ji Qingyan looked at the camera unnaturally, he said to the little curly with a little twist: "Have you finished the filming?" Please end it soon.

Apparently the curly guy did press the shutter button a few times, but he wasn't too happy with the image.

Qiu Chi took half a step forward, turned his head, and kissed Ji Qingyan's face.Ji Qingyan subconsciously wanted to hide, but Qiu Chi's hand on his shoulder hadn't been taken away, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The little curly hair yelled: "See no evil! Can you say something in advance before kissing?" He said "Do not see evil", but his hand clicked to take pictures without any ambiguity, and he took a lot of clicks. open.

Ji Qingyan felt that his neck was getting hotter, and he knew that he shouldn't be wearing this scarf when he went out today.His face and neck were now dyed with a light layer of pink, Ji Qingyan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose unnaturally, and then pulled the scarf over his face to cover his face that was gradually turning red, But the red ears were still sticking out.

Little Curly came over humming, glanced at Ji Qingyan, ignored him knowingly, and returned the phone to Qiu Chi.

Qiu Chi: "Thank you!"

The little curly hair smiled and said: "I wish you both get the certificate as soon as possible, and have a good relationship for a hundred years~"

Then Ji Qingyan's face reddened even more when he was wrapped in a scarf.

After lunch, Ji Qingyan accompanied Qiu to the awards ceremony.He got up so early in the morning and went to Jing'an Temple, but he also failed to make a wish. Although he seemed to be in good condition now, Ji Qingyan knew that Qiu Chi was probably pretending to be worried because he was afraid that he would be worried.

Ji Qingyan comforted: "Don't take the competition too seriously. Anyway, even if you don't have extra points from self-enrollment, you should be able to do well in the college entrance examination directly by relying on your college entrance examination results."

"I know!" Qiu Chi helped him fold the scarf that he had taken off, and said, "If you feel bored, just walk around. I'll call you after I'm done, and then I'll go find you."

"I know." Ji Qingyan watched Qiu Chi enter the awards hall, but he didn't leave, but went to the waiting hall next to him.

There was no live broadcast in the waiting room, not even the voices from next door could be heard.Sitting around are all parents, Ji Qingyan discovered a very interesting thing, whether it is parents or grandparents, everyone comes from all corners of the country, and even have completely different dialects, but they can still speak.In less than 10 minutes, the conversation here was full of enthusiasm, and the chatter was quite... lively.

Instead, he, the only young man in the room, acted very out of place, sitting upright with a serious face.

An aunt sat next to him and asked him in Mandarin with a Shanghai accent: "Would you like to accompany my brother to receive the award?"

Ji Qingyan froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "En."

It's actually with my boyfriend.

The waiting time was a bit long, but fortunately, the aunt next to him talked a lot, and kept talking to him beside him. Ji Qingyan answered incongruously, and most of the time was the aunt's monologue.

After the door of the awards hall opened, the students inside came out one after another, and the aunt's daughter next to him had already returned with the certificate.

It's really strange, it was the same when he went to the competition yesterday, Qiu Chi came out very late.He seems to move very fast in normal times, why is it so ink-stained these days... I don't know how his grades are.

When several well-known writers who were in charge of presenting the awards also came out of the venue one after another, Qiu Chi appeared in the back.He is tall and slender, very conspicuous, Ji Qingyan saw him immediately: "Why did you come out so late?"

"The editor teacher left me just now."

Ji Qingyan didn't understand what it meant: "What are you keeping?"

"She said that my composition for the competition was well written, and she could contribute to them in the future, and added my WeChat account." As he spoke, Qiu Chi took out a box from his bag, and there was a crystal brick in the box , that is the trophy for the first prize.

He took out the trophy and handed it to Ji Qingyan: "Here you are!"

Ji Qingyan took the trophy, stared at him for a while, always felt that something was wrong: "Did you feel that you would definitely win the prize after you finished writing?"

Qiu Chi nodded triumphantly: "Of course, although I'm not sure that I will win the first prize, but at least I will definitely be ranked." He smiled, and this smile inexplicably carried a hint of success.

After the co-author came out of the exam yesterday, he deliberately didn't say anything...

He hid it so deeply that he was still worried for a long time. Ji Qingyan was suddenly upset: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He deliberately said nothing, and then made people mistakenly think that his performance was very ordinary, which made Ji Qingyan go from yesterday to just now. Didn't dare to ask.

"Well, it was on purpose." Qiu Chi told him mysteriously, "I want to secretly become excellent..."

Ji Qingyan raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and continued, "And amaze everyone?"

Qiu Chi put his hips on his hips and whispered, "Then marry you and go home, and surprise everyone."

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The author has something to say:

Oh ho!In May of last year, I watched the small choir of grandparents in Lu Xun Park

That feeling is so romantic