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

Guo Qilin's work schedule is not intensive, and he values ​​quality more than quantity.The work in the second half of the year still focuses on cross talk, and within a few days is the performance of the master-apprentice father-son cross talk ceremony in Beijing. What I do most recently is rehearse with my partners.At that time, his dad @木庆, he was looking for Yan Hexiang, and when he entered the door, he saw a small video on his mobile phone page on the table, in which he and Mu Qing were singing a flower stage.The video was recorded by the audience below, the sound was a bit messy, and the angle was not very good, but Mu Qing still looked slender and straight, with a slender waist and long legs. If it wasn't for the comparison, she should appear taller than him.

Yan Hexiang saw him staring at the phone and laughed. "The master has just @结人家, the little girl has gained a lot of fans, she seems to be frightened."

Guo Qilin's heart skipped a beat, and while taking out his phone, he talked to Yan Hexiang. "She's still young, so it's normal to be frightened out of nowhere." While talking, she clicked on Weibo.There were a lot of private messages and comments on it, but he ignored them, found Mr. Guo's Weibo, and followed into Mu Qing's.

It was the well-deserved Weibo post that caught his eye, Guo Qilin's heart sank, he thought a lot for a moment, and in the end it only turned into a sentence that she doesn't like living under the public eye.This thought was so clear that he felt a little bitter in his heart.He clicked on the comments and looked at them one by one, excluding those about him. Many people said that she was beautiful and talented, and became a fan.There were no discordant voices, so he felt relieved.

"Why is this face still so serious?" Yan Hexiang just brought him water, and he was puzzled when he saw his sullen face.

"It's okay." He replied and turned off the phone screen.He leaned over to take the water and drank half a cup before he stabilized his mind.Steady is steady, but the boredom has not dissipated.After discussing jokes with Yan Hexiang for a long time, he rejected his dinner appointment, and Guo Qilin drove home.From a distance, he saw the building in her community first, but he didn't know which building she lived in.

When he entered the house, he didn't change his clothes, just nestled on the sofa and clicked on Weibo, the interface was still on her Weibo, he scrolled down, from the time, she posted Weibo more frequently than him Low, there are also some self-painted paintings taken casually, some are finished and some are semi-finished.He can't say he knows how to paint, but the master likes to collect some, and he reads a few, and he can roughly tell the good from the bad.Her paintings are very inspirational and have a unique style, which should be the best for her age.

His finger hung on the follow button for a long time, but he didn't press it, but quit and opened WeChat.Her Moments didn't post much, and the latest one was two months ago.The content is richer than Weibo, with flowers, plants, small animals, and delicious food, but there is no selfie.He looked at the photos one by one, and it didn't take him 10 minutes from beginning to end.But through the circle of friends, he knew that her photos were good-looking.I know that she has raised two little turtles, one named Slowly and the other named Daidai.He also raised a lot of plants, including moss, succulents, narcissus, and many others he didn't know.I also know that she really likes spicy food, noodles, and seems to like Jiangnan cuisine.

After thinking for a while, he sent her a WeChat message. "What are you doing?"

There was no reply, he knew she must be busy and didn't see something, but he was unavoidably a little anxious.He stood up from the sofa and walked around the room with his slippers on.There was chaos in my heart, there was the image of her concentrating on herself in the backstage in the garden, the cute look of her greedily staring at the bottom of the pot, and her unrestrained grandeur on the stage, and finally all of them condensed into the first face of her delicate and pretty The appearance of calling himself Brother Qilin.

He picked up the phone again and called Luan Yunping directly. Luan Yunping answered the phone quickly, as if he was in the background, and the voice was a bit messy. "Dalin, what's the matter?"

"Brother Luan, do you still have tickets? The master-disciple father-son show." As the head steward of the Deyun Society, he usually keeps a few favor tickets in his hand for emergencies.

"Also, do you want it?" Luan Yunping felt a little strange, usually when everyone asked for tickets, only Guo Qilin didn't have this situation.His relatives and friends are all in this circle, so he doesn't need it at all. "Who is it for?"

"A friend, just leave me one."

"Okay, I'll leave one for you." Luan Yunping was about to go on stage, so he didn't have time to ask questions, so he responded directly. "You can just come to me to get the ticket later, hang up first, I'm going on stage."

"Hey, thank you Brother Luan." Guo Qilin hung up the phone and nestled back on the sofa again.She hasn't responded to the message on WeChat, and he is bored holding the phone, clicking on this and waiting.

When the phone rang, he sat up excitedly before turning it on.Seeing that it was indeed the message from Mu Qing, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"I was handing in my homework just now. By the way, I would like to ask the teacher some questions. Is there anything Brother Qilin can do for me?"

Guo Qilin wanted to ask her for a moment, why can't he find you if he has nothing to do?But it's really not decent to ask this question, so naturally it can't be said. "There will be a performance in Beijing in two days, and I have reserved tickets for you."

After a while, she replied with a message that made him dumbfounded. "I'm sure I can't buy the ticket myself, right?" He knew she wasn't being polite.

"The ticket has been snatched up, and I will give it to you when you are free later." After typing this sentence, he added a joke at the end. "Don't you don't want to watch my performance?"

Mu Qing replied with a crying emoji, and soon sent another photo, all of which were private messages on Weibo. A group of girls said they envied her sharing the stage with him. "My brother, do you know how many people envy and hate me?"

Guo Qilin looked at the sentence "My brother", the corners of his mouth almost went behind his ears.He smiled for a while, rubbed his cheeks before replying. "Are these fans causing you trouble?"

"No, everyone is very cute. I just feel a bit ashamed that I'm taking a wave of enthusiasm from you and Teacher Guo." She replied quickly, and he felt relieved when he saw it.She didn't seem to resent living in the public eye, which instantly dissipated the bitterness in his heart, and felt a little sweet, and his fingers quickly replied. "Xiao Chichi is so good, many Deyun girls have turned fans."

Chi Chi was Mu Qing's nickname. Back then, both his parents wanted a daughter, but they gave birth to a son in their first child. They wanted to have a caring girl in their second child, but they didn't conceive for seven or eight years.When the couple were about to give up, they became pregnant. Because they thought she was really late, they were nicknamed Chichi.When Mu Yuanxu called Mu Qing at dinner last night, Guo Qilin listened.

Mu Qing sent a shy expression covering her face first, followed by the text. "Brother Qilin, I'm going to eat in the cafeteria first, thank you for your ticket, let's chat later."

He was a little bit reluctant, but he replied quickly. "Go ahead and talk back."

Sent the message, no reply.Guo Qilin flipped through the chat history, only staring at the sentence "my brother" and kept laughing.At the end of the laugh, he felt his face was a little hot, so he couldn't help covering it with his hands, but the corners of his mouth exposed under his hands were always raised.He laughed enough, got up to turn on the computer, searched Weibo on the Internet and quietly followed how to do it, and when he understood the operation, he quietly followed Mu Qing's Weibo.After following him, he took Weibo on his mobile phone, went to Chaohua to find photos taken by fans, and saved them one by one in his mobile phone with a smile on his face.

Guo Qilin asked for the ticket late, and although the position is also in the middle, it is a little bit off.On the day he went to get the ticket, Luan Yunping wore a pair of rimless glasses, looked him from head to toe, smiled with his mouth curled up, and didn't speak.

Guo Qilin put the ticket in his pocket and took two steps back. "Brother Luan, what kind of eyes do you have?"

Luan Yunping pushed up his glasses and smiled even more happily. "Let me see if our Dalin has grown up."

He scratched his head embarrassingly at being made such a serious joke by his senior brother, but pretended to be confused. "What are you talking about?"

Luan Yunping didn't point it out, he looked like he had just started, and it was useless for others to say more about it, but he still asked. "Do you want to speak to the master?"

"Hey, you don't need to tell my dad about it." Guo Qilin didn't hesitate much when he replied.First of all, although he said that he had a good impression of Mu Qing, but if he really wanted to say what progress could be made, it was still uncertain.Secondly, he is cautious about feelings, and he is used to restraint, always wanting to look again.

Luan Yunping agreed. As the head manager of Deyun Club, he had a lot of things to do. Guo Qilin got into the car without talking to him, and took out his mobile phone to send Mu Qing a WeChat message. "Are you free for a day or two? Last time I ate hot pot, I agreed to treat you to dinner, and I will give you the ticket by the way." The performance was the night after tomorrow, which was Friday. Mu Qing guessed that he had classes during the day, and he was also busy.So what he wants to make an appointment is actually tomorrow, so he can have more time.

"Are you busy the day after tomorrow? I have something to do tomorrow, can I do it today? I'll treat you to dinner."

After reading her reply, Guo Qilin replied quickly with his fingers. "I'm free, what do you want to eat?"

"I booked a table with Hangzhou cuisine, do you eat Hangzhou cuisine?"

Guo Qilin stared at this sentence for a long time, pondered over and over before replying. "Are you having dinner with your friends? Then it's not good for me to go. I will send you to school tomorrow or ask me to get it at the theater the day after tomorrow."

"I'll eat by myself, Brother Qilin, come here." He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this reply, and it was at this time that he realized that there was a string in his heart that was tense just now.

He glanced at the time, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and just as he was about to send a message to ask her where to eat, Mu Qing's message came over, it was a location. "I set 05:30, waiting for you to eat together."

"Okay, wait for me when you arrive first." After replying to the message, he turned on the navigation and drove to the restaurant.

Entering the restaurant, Guo Qilin saw her at first sight.Wearing a lotus root pink shirt and high-waisted jeans, the waist and back are very thin when viewed from the side.The decoration style of the restaurant is very Jiangnan style, with small bridges and flowing water, green bamboos and yellowed lights in bamboo ware.Unlike other people who are tinkering with mobile phones, she is looking down at a book with her long hair hanging behind her back, shining like satin, and she looks incredibly gentle.Like a painting, people can't bear to destroy this peace.

He just stood there watching, watching her turn the pages of the book, watching her long hair slide to her face, watching her raise her hand to tie her hair behind her ears, watching her look over with a bright smile on her face. Come.When she smiled like this, the whole picture seemed to be infused with spiritual energy, and it suddenly came alive, and he walked over with this smile.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" He sat opposite her, his voice was much softer.

"Not much." She closed the book. It was a book on art history. "Shall we order first?"

"Okay." He raised his hand and took the menu she handed over. "Love Suzhou and Hangzhou cuisine?"

"Well, my mother is from Suzhou, so she has a bit of a preference in taste." She said as she beckoned the waiter to come over, and leaned over to look at Guo Qilin. "If I order meat, will you say that I have no conscience?"

She watched some of his cross talks on the Internet recently, and joked with a smile.

"Don't tell me, I'll write one for you." He watched her order Dongpo pork, and replied with a smile, looking through the vegetarian dishes.He felt that if he had more dinner appointments with her, he would really go to the gym every day like a biscuit.

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