Porcelain industry leader

Although he still owed Song Yu 1 yuan, Gu Qingchi could only say cheekily, "Is my ID card still here with you?"

"Well, yes, do you want to use it?" Song Yu asked as he opened the door, he would have forgotten about it if Gu Qingchi hadn't mentioned it.

"En." Gu Qingchi responded, and Song Yu was holding two boxes of packed meals, which tasted delicious.

"Sit down first, I'll look for it for you." Song Yu put the things on the dining table.

"Oh," Gu Qingchi sat down obediently, turned his head and asked, "Have you fed the little fish today?"

"I fed it once in the morning, you can feed it a little more." Song Yu said loudly in the bedroom.

As soon as Gu Qingchi unscrewed the jar, he thought of the scene of Song Yu kneeling on his lap and kissing him last night.

Immediately felt a little ashamed.

Song Yu came out suddenly, before he could put away his thoughts, the roots of his ears were a little red.

"Why do you suddenly need to use an ID card at night, or are you going out tomorrow?" Song Yu handed him the ID card back.

Gu Qingchi came here to get an ID card, and he didn't want Song Yu to worry about his affairs anymore, so he followed his meaning and said "Yes", "I'll return it to you when I'm done using it."

"You are sick, this is yours." Song Yu sat next to Gu Qingchi, deliberately getting very close.

"No, I think so, I still have to pay you back the 1 yuan, maybe it will be slower, I haven't found a job yet." Gu Qingchi stared at the small fish swimming in the tank, feeling that the pregnant woman The belly is a little bigger.

Song Yu raised his arm and put it around Gu Qingchi's neck, and pinched the back of his neck a few times, "I'm not in a hurry, just save it slowly, one yuan a day, when you have enough money, you can pay it back." I."

"Then we have to wait until the year of the monkey." This arithmetic problem was too difficult, and Gu Qingchi couldn't do it, so he put his ID card into his wallet with a smile.

This kind of subtle physical touch didn't make him feel any discomfort, and even felt quite natural, so natural that he didn't notice Song Yu's fiery gaze at all.

Song Yu stared at his profile, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

It was rare for Gu Qingchi to have no bruises on his face, the small scar on the tip of his eyebrows could be ignored, and half of the scar on his forehead was hidden in his hair.

In short, it is pleasing to the eye.

In the past, his eyes must have been smeared with fly feces to think that Gu Qingchi was not a good person. Thinking about how he had punched someone until half of his cheek was swollen, he wanted to slap him to death with a brick.

Facing such a face, how can I get rid of the heavy hand!

So fucking sorry.

Fortunately, Gu Qingchi's temper was so good that Huahua didn't care about him.

Gu Qingchi turned his head suddenly, Song Yu looked away in a panic, his heart was beating fast.

"Is there a charger? My phone is out of battery." Gu Qingchi said.

"Yes!" Song Yu didn't dare to look directly at him, and immediately fled back to the bedroom and rubbed his face.

Gu Qingchi's stomach gurgled several times, feeling a little uncomfortable with hunger. When Song Yu walked out with the data cable, he said for the first time, "I'm hungry."

Song Yu laughed, "Then it's a coincidence, I just packed some food from my grandfather's house."

"I smelled the fragrance just now, it must be a lion's head." Gu Qingchi said.

"Awesome, you dog nose," Song Yu bent down to charge Gu Qingchi's cell phone, "My grandma made it, and she kept nagging me for a long time, insisting that I pack it back."

"That's great." Gu Qingchi sighed softly.

What Song Yu packed back was ready-to-eat food, a box of wontons, two lion heads, and a small portion of boiled chicken.

"Is this your supper?" Gu Qingchi took the chopsticks from Song Yu.

"No, just eat." Song Yu said.

"Maybe there won't be any left." Gu Qingchi poked a wonton, and before he could taste the filling, it slid down the esophagus. Aftertaste, it felt like shrimp and pork?

"Please lick the box clean after eating, I'm too lazy to wash it." Song Yu bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

Gu Qingchi finally showed his first smile of the night, and nodded while eating.

Song Yu lowered his eyelids and smiled faintly.

He is very sensitive to all of Gu Qingchi's emotions.

I don't know when it started, but he used to observe the subtle changes in Lu Qingchi's face to feel the changes in his emotions.

Gu Qingchi is different from those of his colleagues, he keeps his mouth open all day long, and shows his displeasure on his face.

Gu Qingchi likes to keep everything in his heart, and he can clearly feel this since the two of them first met, so he can only perceive his emotional fluctuations through some subtle changes in his face, whether he is uncomfortable or happy .

He once read a report on the psychological research of teenagers, saying that people's personality is cultivated, and people are infected by the surrounding environment from the first day of birth.

Some people are gentle, some are irritable, some are positive and some are vulnerable.

Gu Qingchi's habit of keeping everything in his heart must have something to do with the environment he lived in since he was a child.

He should have no one to confide in.

Or maybe it's because he knows that it's useless even if he confides, and now he can still recall what Gu Qingchi said to him, "What's the use of knowing these details? You can help me besides adding to your after-dinner conversation. What?" There was despair in Shi Shi's eyes.

He doesn't believe that others will treat him sincerely, and he has no object of attachment.

This kind of person looks invulnerable on the surface but is actually fragile.

Gu Qingchi buried his head in eating wontons, one after another, his cheeks were bulging, he looked like a little wild dog that had been hungry for several days.

Different from the usual wolfing down, at this moment, the sadness and helplessness have already smudged from the corners of his reddish eyes.

Song Yu got up and poured him a glass of warm water.

Gu Qingchi drank most of the glass with his neck up, and his eyelashes fluttered a few times when he lowered his head.

Song Yu didn't speak, and took out his mobile phone as if nothing had happened.

He knew that Gu Qingchi was holding back tears.

He is too familiar with this action. When he was scolded by his father when he was a child, he did it when he felt aggrieved and stubborn and wanted to hold back his tears.

However, Gu Qingchi may not have much experience, and it is more effective to cast his eyes upwards.

Although he kept saying that he wanted to see Gu Qingchi's crying scene, but at this time he was a little at a loss.

He's not good at comforting people, what should I do if Gu Qingchi's tears really "pattered" down his face after a while?

Or give me a hug?

Hey.

After replaying the scene of embracing with Gu Qingchi several times in his mind, he felt ashamed of his thoughts of trying to take advantage of the gap.

Gu Qingchi stuffed the last wonton into his mouth, then put down his chopsticks, sniffed, and suppressed his tears.

Song Yu glanced at him, and sighed in his heart: Hey, awesome, put a sponge in the eyeball, can it be sucked back?

This made his two arms that were eager to try where to start.

I am convinced!

When Gu Qingchi was eating, he noticed a strange thing on the dining table, which looked a bit like an electric fan.

"What is this thing?" He shook it in his hand, it was quite heavy, and it was made of metal.

"Fidget spinners, I've never played with them before." Song Yu looked at him with his chin on his hands.

Gu Qingchi had played with the spinning top before, but he was at a loss when he added the word fingertips. Is this thing comparable to the spinning top?How to turn flat?

He erected the spinning top, put it on the table and shook it vigorously, and the spinning top almost fell to the ground before standing still.

Song Yu almost burst out of laughter, bent down to pick up the top and held it against his fingertips, and flicked it lightly with his left hand, the top spun quickly.

It's like an electric fan!

Gu Qingchi's first reaction was still this.

Song Yu held the spinning top with his fingertips, lifted it lightly into the air, and then caught the spinning top with another finger.

The spinning top kept switching at Song Yu's fingertips without stopping for a moment. Gu Qingchi stared at it intently, feeling very miraculous.

Song Yu's fingers were white and slender, and the beating of the joints when he lifted the top looked particularly beautiful.

"Amazing." Gu Qingchi's mouth was still open after "ah".

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and tossed it upwards, and the spinning top was placed on the tip of his left finger.

"Damn it!" Gu Qingchi laughed.

Song Yu raised his thumb and hooked it lightly, and the spinning top stopped spinning in an instant, and it stopped firmly at Song Yu's fingertips, "It's fun."

"En." Gu Qingchi took the spinning top that Song Yu handed over, tried to turn it with his fingertips, and stopped within two seconds.

He tried his best to make the top spin longer, but it flew out before spinning and hit Song Yu in the chest.

"I rely on you to murder!" Song Yu rubbed his chest.

Gu Qingchi bent down to pick up the spinning top on the ground, stretched out his right hand and rubbed Song Yu's chest symbolically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Song Yu frowned, "The sternum was broken by you!"

Gu Qingchi wanted to spin the top at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became nervous. This thing is made of metal, and it might really hurt Song Yu.

"I'm sorry..." He stretched out his hand again to press Song Yu's chest and rubbed it lightly, "Does it hurt here?"

Song Yu was so beautiful in his heart, he lowered his head and smiled, "It's much better."

Gu Qingchi immediately withdrew his arms and continued playing with the top, Song Yu was so angry that he rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes.

Will your arm break if you are so fucking gentle for two seconds!

Gu Qingchi tried several times but couldn't stabilize the spinning top. When Song Yu was playing with this thing, he felt it was quite simple. Once it touched his fingertips, he wobbled like he was drunk, and it fell off with a slight flick of his fingers. , let alone changing fingers.

Song Yu tried hard to restrain a certain impulse in his heart, took a deep breath to adjust his heartbeat, and stretched out his hand to pinch Gu Qingchi's fingers.

Gu Qingchi looked up at him.

"You can't use too much force, it mainly depends on your skills." Song Yu gently hooked the fan blade of the top with the other hand, and the top spun quickly and quite smoothly.

Gu Qingchi stared at the spinning top on his fingertips and laughed, Song Yu withdrew his finger and rubbed it against his lips.

Depend on!

How could there be a smell of beer!

"Is it fun?" Song Yu looked at him lying on the table, Gu Qingchi seemed very interested in this thing.

"Well, it's quite fun." Gu Qingchi lightly hooked the fan blades. Although the spinning top didn't spin that fast, it was still stable anyway.

Song Yu searched the Internet for a screenshot of how to play with fidget spinners and sent it to Gu Qingchi's WeChat, "Then I'll give it to you, take it back and study it slowly."

As soon as Gu Qingchi heard the word "go back", his eyes dimmed instantly, he stretched out his hand to pinch the top's fan blades, and then his face returned to normal, "You don't play anymore?"

"I have an even better one." Song Yu's eyes did not let go of this subtle change, he was sure that the reason why Gu Qingchi suddenly came to him to ask for his ID card was definitely not to go out tomorrow.

"Why do I feel that every time I come to your house, I have to go back with something." Lu Qingchi smiled, and walked into the kitchen with the lunch box in his arms.

Song Yu followed in and took a bag of yogurt to drink.

Gu Qingchi sat on the sofa and took a look at the battery level of the phone. It is no problem to last the whole night, and he will go home to get the charger tomorrow during the day.

"Have you encountered something unpleasant?" Song Yu asked tentatively.

Gu Qingchi froze for a moment, "Actually, it's nothing, I just had a fight with my dad."

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked.

Gu Qingchi told Song Yu what happened lightly.

"Then you need to return your ID card to stay in a hotel." Song Yu finally understood.

Gu Qingchi nodded.

"I won't say anything, just tell me if you have any difficulties, what's the matter, you've been frowning all night," Song Yu patted Gu Qingchi's shoulder, and said straightforwardly, "Don't go to the hotel, my room is so you."

When Gu Qingchi explained to Song Yu, he already guessed that Song Yu would probably take him in, but he didn't expect to give him the room, "That's so embarrassing, I can just sleep on the sofa."

"I'm afraid you'll lie on the floor as soon as you turn over," Song Yu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and said in a very ordinary tone, "My bed is quite big, let's squeeze together."