[Guo Qilin fan] The love of the young class leader

In November, it already feels like winter, especially in the south, where the wet and cold climate makes the northerners feel unbearable.It was already late at night when Guo Qilin finished recording the show, and he went back to the hotel without even taking a shower, and just lay down under the covers.But he was so sleepy just now that he wished he could sleep standing up, but now he is much more awake.He took a look at the time on his phone, it was 01:43, at this point, she must have fallen asleep.It's been a month since the last time I ate fried noodles, and the two of them haven't seen each other again.He was busy recording several variety shows, and there were magazine shoots and various activities in the middle. Although he returned to Beijing in the middle, he either landed in the middle of the night and had a job the next day, or stopped for a day and then left. There were a few times where he stopped longer , but the time of the two of them can't get together. Fortunately, we still have WeChat, so we can chat a few words every day.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the phone screen was dazzlingly bright.He turned the brightness to the lowest and clicked on WeChat.The chat record between the two was from this afternoon. He sent a WeChat message to ask her what she was up to, and she replied that she had accepted a job of drawing a long scroll for a movie some time ago and was just drafting it.

When he finished reading this piece, he was called to rehearse, and he didn't even have time to reply to the news.Looking at it now, I seem to understand why when he asked her out the first two times, she said she had made an appointment with someone. It seems that it should be because of this matter, not because he didn't want to think about it but vaguely wanted to guess. Did you like someone else?

In the dead of night, Guo Qilin, who was obviously sleepy and tired but couldn't sleep, felt that he missed her very much. At this moment, he didn't want to restrain himself as he used to.Rarely presumptuous, he sent her a wechat message, an obvious nonsense. "are you asleep?"

There was no expectation, let alone fantasies. The three words sent to her were actually more like a push from him.He put the phone aside, turned around and lay on his back with his eyes closed, preparing to force himself to sleep.

The phone buzzed and vibrated by his ears, he opened his eyes suddenly, but thought it was his own illusion, and closed them again.But the sound kept ringing, especially in the quiet night.He stretched out his hand to touch it, and seeing the word Mu Qing on the caller ID, he couldn't tell what it was like.He suddenly had a feeling that as long as he needed, she would always be there.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He answered the phone, speaking in a low, hoarse voice.

"I'm painting." She said very flatly, apparently she spent a lot of time staying up late for this.He could hear a slight movement, like the sound of a glass being lowered. "And you?"

"Sleepy and tired, but I can't fall asleep." He rolled over on his side, curled up, and heard her chuckle.The laughter was very light and soft, like the sound of a breeze blowing across the water and a butterfly skimming the stamens.

"Then sing a song to lull you to sleep?" Mu Qing just put the water glass on the table, walked to the French window and looked out.In the second half of the night, Beijing is quiet, the lights of thousands of houses have been extinguished, only the neon signs of advertisements and the dim street lights continue to illuminate the city.Her blurred shadow was reflected in the glass, and she traced it with her fingers, the coolness winding up along her fingertips.

"Okay." She heard his voice, small and lazy.When she smiled, the shadow on the glass smiled too, with a white face and black hair.

"Little Wuxi City, from Pangu to the present, there are four city gates in the southeast, north, west, and in the early years of the Republic of China, the new one will be built, the Guangfu Gate..."

She sang Suzhou Pingtan, and Wu Nong spoke softly.Guo Qilin only heard the first sentence clearly, but she didn't understand the rest, but the tune was nice, and her voice was soft and waxy, as if she was in cotton, light and comfortable.The tune was long and soft, and the eyelids became a little heavy when I heard it, and I struggled to stare a few times, but I still couldn't resist.But the smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

Mu Qing listened to the voice on the other end gradually calming down, fearing that he was a light sleeper, so she sang it again and then stopped.After waiting for a few seconds, her breathing did not change. She smiled and said good night softly, and hung up the phone.I have been painting upstairs for too long, and my shoulders are sore, sore and heavy.She stretched her shoulders, shook her arms vigorously twice, and was about to wash up and go to sleep.

Guo Qilin felt that he slept very well this time. He had no dreams until dawn, and his whole body was stretched when he woke up.He stretched himself, remembering the phone call with Mu Qing last night, he quickly picked up his phone to look through the call records.The call lasted nearly four and ten minutes, and the call lasted until nearly three o'clock.But it didn't take long as he remembered, and he fell asleep.He wanted to send her a message, but he thought she might not be awake yet, so he had to give up.He rolled on the bed a few times, thinking that she was up to sleep like him last night, and sang to him, his mood was very high, and he even wanted to go out for a run.

It was impossible to go out for a run, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed to take a shower, humming a little tune.When Gao Xiaobao came to look for him, he quickly found that he was in a better mood than usual. He was puzzled and couldn't help asking. "Uncle Lin, what are you happy about?"

"It's nothing, I just slept well and comfortably." He raked two handfuls of hair and greeted the assistant. "Let's go out to eat, isn't there a road show in a while?"

Gao Xiaobao didn't ask any more questions, and took something to eat with him.For the road show in the afternoon, in fact, I had to go to make up early, and I had to prepare.After the meal, the two set off, and when the activity was over, it was already dusk again.He didn't have time to send Mu Qing a message all day, and he didn't even have time to think of her when he was busy.

"What time will you arrive in Beijing tomorrow?" Finally he finished his work, he bowed his head in the back seat and typed, and asked Gao Xiaobao in front of him.

"04:30 in the afternoon." Gao Xiaobao looked back at him, but his uncle didn't have the heart to look at him at all.Guo Qilin hummed, stopped talking, and sent the text he just typed to Mu Qing.

"I slept really well last night. What time did you go to bed?" He wanted to thank her at first, but after last night, he didn't want to be so polite to her.

Mu Qing is sitting on the floor of the study grinding paint. Although sometimes she grinds for hours and paints for 5 minutes, she still likes to do this.A tablet is propped in front of him, and it is playing the special performance of Marshal Guo Qilin's expedition to Handan.The phone rang beside her legs. She glanced at it and saw that it was a WeChat message from Guo Qilin, so she put down the pestle in her hand.

"It's three o'clock, and I slept very well." She stretched her legs and made a cross to stretch her hamstrings while replying to WeChat.

"What did you do today?"

"Go to school in the morning, and grind paint at home in the afternoon." She replied to him, took another photo and sent it.

"It's always grinding paint like this? It's tiring." Guo Qilin clicked on the picture and looked at it carefully, thinking of her in his heart, and had to answer Gao Xiaobao's words.

"There are ready-made paints, it's fun to grind them yourself, it's a kind of rest." Guo Qilin looked up at her reply and asked Gao Xiaobao. "I'm going out for a walk tomorrow morning, are you going?"

Gao Xiaobao just wanted to talk, but when he rolled his eyes, the topic changed. "I won't go, I'm so tired these days, I haven't slept in for a long time."

"Well, I'll go out for a walk tomorrow by myself." He said, typing on his hands, and asked Mu Qing. "What are you going to do tomorrow? I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow afternoon. Let's have dinner together. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Mu Qing has no class or appointment tomorrow, and she really wants to see him a little bit.It's okay if you don't contact him when you have something to do, but once you contact him, the thoughts of him are like the new sprouts after the rain, and you can't help but drill out. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

For Guo Qilin, this sentence was a surprise. He couldn't help laughing, but there were still two people in front of him. He endured it, and the corners of his mouth were still curled up.Although very happy, but also afraid of delaying her class. "Aren't you in class? Don't delay your work because of this."

"I'll go to see an art exhibition tomorrow, most of the day is enough, don't delay."

Guo Qilin used the movement of scratching his face to block his let go of the smile, restrained himself a little, then leaned over and patted Gao Xiaobao on the shoulder. "Send me the flight number for tomorrow."

Gao Xiaobao turned around and looked at him meaningfully, but didn't speak.

Guo Qilin pushed him with a smile, his eyes bent into crescents. "What eyes, what eyes, you are. Hurry up and send me, it's useful."

Gao Xiaobao frowned, and sent him flight information with his mobile phone. "What's the matter, it seems that I don't need to send you back to Oceanwide tomorrow?"

"You know a lot!" Guo Qilin raised his head and glared at him, then lowered his head and passed the flight information to Mu Qing, and also instructed Gao Xiaobao. "Go back and don't walk around with me."

"Don't worry, Mouth Yan." He said, and made a zip movement on his mouth.

"Be poor, you are." Guo Qilin glanced at him, bowed his head and sent Mu Qing a WeChat message. "Then tomorrow will be troublesome for Xiao Chichi."

"However, Uncle Lin, are you going to keep doing this?" Although Guo Qilin didn't say it clearly, he concealed it well enough, but through his master's few words and recent observations, he can guess that his master's uncle may have a spring heart.Otherwise, when would I see him distracted with his mobile phone in the middle of his work, and that toothache-ridden smile just now?Tsk, I'm afraid it's always like this, a fool will have to figure out what's going on.

Guo Qilin was also taken aback when he heard this question.He actually likes the current state quite a bit, above AUO, but not full of lovers.Heartbeat, feeling of love, but not too strong.Moreover, the two of them only met San Yue after all their efforts, and the time was still a bit short.But, it's always like this, isn't it bad?Not so good, at least for girls.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mu Qing texted back. "Don't worry, wrap it on me."

Still like this, always like this.Her words seemed to have magical powers, they were plain and ordinary, but they were very important to him, as important as she had promised him.