On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Chen Qian, we have reviewed the fifteenth round of photos." Zhong Yi held a biography book in his hand and looked at the person beside him who was unconsciously clicking the left button of the mouse.

"What? Ah...oh." The picture on the computer returned to the first one in the folder again. It was a real photo of a waterfall. It was taken very well. Chen Qian downloaded it specially as inspiration material.

"You have something on your mind." Zhong Yi withdrew his gaze and continued reading.

"Well...it's nothing. But is it obvious?" Chen Qian scratched his head embarrassedly. He really didn't focus on screening the pictures. A lot of messy things always appeared in his mind, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

"Yeah, obviously."

"That's it."

"..."

Chen Qian glanced at Zhong Yi who was reading a book, and felt like something was tickling his heart. "But... don't you want to ask me what's on my mind?"

"I'm a partner, not a tree hole." Zhong Yi refused without thinking.

"Words also need to have emotions to be well written. You don't have emotions, but I have plenty." Chen Qian babbled, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and nodded pretentiously: "I can make up for that."

"The psychologist never mentioned that I have emotional disorders." Zhong Yi looked up at him and said seriously.

Chen Qian was stunned for a few seconds before making an exaggerated expression of surprise. He said, "Psychological counselor? I always thought you'd need to see a psychologist for your condition. You're insensitive and heartless."

"Hurry up and pick out the photos, you have classes this afternoon."

……

After the last class, Chen Qian's energy level had basically reached the bottom. After parting with a few good classmates at the traffic light, he walked alone on the street in a listless manner.

The wind has been blowing harder and harder recently, which matches the cooler temperatures in autumn perfectly, creating an anti-physical effect of 1+1=5.

Chen Qian, who always puts on a coat before going out in the morning, had a unique experience of shivering and cold hands and feet when the sun began to set.

No wonder Selena, who always sits in front of him, has been coming to class wrapped in a down jacket recently. It turns out that this is the experience of the indigenous people.

Chen Qian walked home, wrapping himself tightly in his clothes. Under his feet was a stone path covered with a layer of golden leaves. When the wind blew, a crisp sound was heard.

When I was almost home, the sun was setting on the roof of the building, and the misty blue sky was dyed yellow in a large area, evenly revealing a gradient with a circular center.

A boy wearing a hat was standing downstairs of the apartment building, dragging a large suitcase. He had his back to Chen Qian and was trembling just like him. When he got closer, he could hear the child mumbling something.

Chen Qian sighed and thought quietly in his heart: The adults in Denmark are really worrying too, throwing such a half-grown child on the street.

He wondered whether he should go up and ask the boy if he needed help, or just see where he was going and show him the way.

Helping others brings joy...

"Squad leader! Why are you here?" Chen Qian was startled when he saw the child's face. He subconsciously took a half step back, then walked forward after coming to his senses.

The man was wearing a hat and had his back to him, so his face and hair could not be seen clearly. From this distance, he looked like one of those tall and strong Danish adolescents he usually met.

If he had seen earlier that the child had black hair, he would not have treated Yu Wangxi as a child abandoned on the street by irresponsible parents.

"Wuwuwu... Qian'er, why did you come back just now?" Yu Wangxi turned around when he heard footsteps. He didn't expect that it was Chen Qian, whom he had been calling for and waiting for for a long time, but there was no news. He howled loudly: "You know, I waited from day to night! You are finally back..."

"Why are you here?" Chen Qian walked towards him in great joy and pulled him up and down to look at him.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. Yu Wangxi's familiar face was less childish and more mature, and his style was no longer as simple and refreshing as it was in college.

"I came to find you. You don't know how much I missed you when you were away. You are finally back." Yu Wangxi cried and wailed, pulling Chen Qian to complain, "Why didn't you reply to my messages or answer my calls? Wuwuwu..."

He had been waiting here for several hours, calling and texting Chen Qianshi.

I didn't get any response at all.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and confirmed Chen Qian's address before leaving, otherwise he would probably have to stay at the airport until tomorrow morning.

Seeing that he was serious, Chen Qian hurriedly looked for a tissue in her bag, took out one and handed it to him with a wink.

"I'm sorry, I have an exam this afternoon and my phone was in airplane mode. I forgot to turn it off." Chen Qian took out his phone and saw a small airplane logo on the top status bar.

With a wry smile, he pulled his finger down and turned off the airplane mode.

In an instant, many message reminders popped up on the screen and the phone started ringing.

Apart from a few messages from other people, the rest were all sent to him by Yu Wangxi after he got off the plane.

One stroke, no end.

It is also illustrated with text.

From "Guess where I am?", "I have a surprise for you!" to "Xiao Qian, I'm downstairs at your house, when will you be back?"

Even Yu Wangxi started to send him messages at the end: "No, buddy, have you been arrested or kidnapped?"

Just by taking a quick look, you can fully understand Yu Wangxi's mental journey over the past few hours.

After understanding his mental journey, Chen Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "No, I'm sorry."

Seeing Yu Wangxi's disapproving expression, he leaned forward to pull the suitcase with his teapot's spout pouting high, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Yu. I'll carry your luggage for you. Let's go upstairs."

Chen Qian hung the key on the hook and took Yu Wangxi into the house.

After persuading the man, placing him on the sofa and finding him a thicker blanket, he went into the kitchen to boil water and make tea for Yu Wangxi.

This guy was wearing only a shirt and a jacket, and he stood in the bleak Danish wind for several hours. He could have had a hardness competition with a popsicle.

When Chen Qian came out again with a tray, teapot and cups, he saw Yu Wangxi wrapped in a blanket, sitting comfortably on the sofa watching a movie.

"Have something hot." Chen Qian poured him a cup of black tea and also poured himself a cup.

Their eyes met, and they looked at each other in silence.

The two of them held the cups in tacit understanding and put them together in the air, and the pair of teacups painted with irises made a clinking sound.

The tea filled in the warmth that was blown away by the wind outside, and my body warmed up.

Yu Wangxi pulled the blanket whose corners were pressed down by his body and gave some to Chen Qian.