Mr Gingerbread

The comfortable days of summer vacation passed quickly, Lu Ming stayed at home for a few days, and it was time to return to school.

Reluctantly, Fang Jingyao tugged on Lu Ming's arm and said, "When I start school, you must come and see me, uncle."

Lu Ming pinched his face, raised the corner of his little nephew's drooping mouth, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Fang Jingyao took Lu Ming to the station with his luggage.

The school's affairs are also going smoothly. Dean Sun is applying for a research project. He knows that Lu Ming's writing is good, so he asked Lu Ming to help write materials together and gave him a living allowance.It’s just some things that have been sorted out in writing. The old man’s brain hurts when he is facing the computer. He would rather write some manuscripts by hand and hand them over to Lu Ming, and let him sort them out. I threw the written materials to him, and then ran to practice by myself.

Compared with these convoluted words, the old man prefers to do some results by himself.

Lu Ming lives in the teaching assistant's dormitory. He goes to the teacher's place twice a day in the morning and evening. The rest of the time he spends the rest of his time in his single dormitory. By the way, he slowly cleans up the place. Like a hamster, he brings some things today and moves them the next day. The room was cleaned and comfortable in a week.

When the neighbor next door knocked on the door of Lu Ming's room, Lu Ming was nestling in the upholstered wicker chair in his room, with a pair of glasses on his nose, basking in the sun while flipping through the materials given by the teacher.When he heard the sound, he put on his slippers and went to open the door, only to see Sun Boxian standing at the door carrying a paper bag.

Sun Boxian was dressed in formal attire, as if he had just returned from some occasion. His eyes fell on Lu Ming's home attire. The wide collar exposed a small piece of collarbone, and his hair was slightly long. It looked refreshing and soft when it fell on his forehead. , even the toes exposed in the pair of cotton and linen slippers are cute.

Lu Ming was a little surprised when he saw him: "Brother? Did the teacher ask you to come to me?"

Sun Boxian withdrew his gaze and said, "No, I'll come and see you." He looked at Lu Ming's usual gentle tone, handed him the paper bag in his hand, and said to him, "I just came back from the south and saw fresh mangoes. I remember that you like to eat this, so I brought you some. Can you let me in and have a sit?"

Lu Ming opened the door for him to come in, and gave him a pair of slippers: "It's only been a few days since I lived here, brother, just don't think it's shabby."

When Sun Boxian bent down to change his shoes, his eyes fell on Lu Ming's pair of slippers not far away. They were the same plain color as Lu Ming's clothes, and his toes were habitually protruded forward, like a child, with well-proportioned toes. , the nails are round and shiny like shells, clean and beautiful.He looked away, looked at the pair of slippers he was wearing and said with a smile: "Why are they different from yours? I thought you loved neatness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Did you buy a lot of different ones and put them away?"

Lu Ming nodded and said vaguely, "Yes, there are quite a lot."

Han Qiaoyu has to have a hand in everything he buys, and he doesn't miss any details from thousands of miles away. Han Qiaoyu also ordered a large size for the clothes he wears, and asked for only the two of them to be the same. The slippers I used were bought separately—it was really troublesome and troublesome. Compared with his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Han Qiaoyu's irritable disorder was intractable. Even the slightest suggestion would not work, and he would always threaten him to buy a plane ticket and fly back.

Lu Ming gave up the sofa to Sun Boxian, and he still sat on the round rattan chair, but now he didn't dare to nest in it as if he had no bones, and his sitting posture was fairly correct.When he was with Sun Boxian, he was more like a junior being taken care of, sitting across from him and honestly waiting for Sun Boxian to ask questions.

Sun Boxian came in and took a look around first. His home is in the capital, and he has provided a house for the past two years. No matter where it is, it is much better than the small dormitory of the school. But now he sees the small room that Lu Ming has arranged. , The purpose of entering is to be full of warmth.Lu Ming didn't take up too much space. He simply bought some small furniture that he was used to. There were two potted flowers and some books he brought in the room. Even the paintings on the walls were drawn by himself, but they matched well Fresh and pleasant.

Sun Boxian teased him and said: "It's really well cleaned up. I went back to your boys' dormitory and looked at it. I thought you wouldn't do it. I thought I'd clean it up for you when you came over."

Lu Ming said: "I'm used to doing this at home. I helped design and decorate my sister's house. It's not particularly difficult."

Sun Boxian said: "You still know this. Fortunately, you were directly admitted to our academy, otherwise the design institute would have seen it and would have come to rob people."

Lu Ming was amused by him, and said, "You are from the Academy of Oil Painting, not from our academy."

Sun Boxian said: "I'm considered a family member after all, so give me some face, Lu Ming."

The two laughed together. They hadn't had such an intimate chat for a long time. Lu Ming used to avoid it before, but now Han Qiaoyu's heart is full after half a year, and he doesn't even have the thought of hiding. He treats Sun Boxian more like an ordinary friend, and seeing him has no ups and downs.

Lu Ming said: "Senior brother, you are here to give me fruit, right?"

Sun Boxian said: "Of course not, I'm here to tell you that the paintings you put in the dormitory before are in my place, and I don't know what other things in the dormitory belong to you, so I will help you bring the paintings here first."

Lu Ming asked Xu Tu before, Xu Tu said he didn't know, he thought he was distressed when he lost those paintings, and his eyes lit up when he heard Sun Boxian say: "I'm looking for them, brother, where did you put them? There are two copies Not dismantled..."

Sun Boxian said: "I see that you have signed it, so I dismantled it and ordered the frame for you. It will be assembled tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I will send it to you together."

Lu Ming said: "This is too much trouble for you, just give me the address, and I can get it myself."

Sun Boxian smiled and said, "No trouble, I'm going to come anyway." He pointed to the next door, and said to Lu Ming, "I live in the dormitory next to you, and I will ask you to take care of me in the future."

Lu Ming didn't expect him to be the neighbor, and his expression changed slightly. Sun Boxian didn't notice it, but he was very happy to be his neighbor. He sat and chatted with Lu Ming for a while before going back.

Lu Ming sent him to the door, looked at him and suddenly said, "Did you help me apply for the dormitory?"

Sun Boxian asked suspiciously, "I thought you were looking for my dad, didn't you?"

Lu Ming said vaguely: "Oh, that's okay, I just asked casually."

He sent Sun Boxian away, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Han Qiaoyu, saying that he had asked the school about allocating him a single dormitory.

It was quiet over there for 10 minutes without making a sound, and it was a guilty conscience.

Lu Ming didn't bother to ask any more. He put his phone aside and went about his own business.

In the end, Mr. Han couldn't hold his breath, and replied two things as if nothing had happened. Seeing that Lu Ming still didn't respond, he made a video call at night.Lu Ming picked it up and put it aside, turned the camera without looking at him, and said, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Han Qiaoyu coughed and said, "I only mentioned the matter of the dormitory to Dean Sun once."

Lu Ming said, "Oh?"

Han Qiaoyu said: "I asked Qiao Ye, he is about the same age as you, and children of this age like to have their own space."

Lu Ming sneered and said, "Mr. Han, do you sleep with children?"

Han Qiaoyu had never been so embarrassed by being asked, but he was willing to listen to him contradicting himself like this. He couldn't see anyone, he could only see Lu Ming sitting there with his legs folded and his feet up. The foot that got up was shaking, the slipper was about to fall off, and he didn't bother to lift it. He could clearly see that the back of his foot arched a beautiful arc like a crescent moon.

Lu Ming said a few more words, but Han Qiaoyu stared at those feet and didn't hear them. He was a little dazed, and he didn't look away until he heard the name "Sun Boxian". He frowned and said, "What? That person came to you to do it. What?"

Lu Ming said: "You didn't hear what I said just now, did you? I said, Sun Boxian lives next door to this house, but he probably doesn't live here often. At most, he should take a break at noon, and he won't see him a few times. .”

Han Qiaoyu was silent for a while, and said, "If I go and tell the school..."

Lu Ming interrupted him and said, "No."

Han Qiaoyu wanted to say more, but Lu Ming said impatiently, "Han Qiaoyu, you have enough time, I've already made an exception for you."

If it weren't for Han Qiaoyu's insistence in some aspects, Lu Ming would not use his privileges. He doesn't have high material requirements, and he lived well in college for four years. The number of times he encountered Han Qiaoyu's exceptions over the years is more than he remembers when he is sensible. need more.

Han Qiaoyu obviously thought about it too, and after a while, he sighed and said, "I know, but you still have too much space here, I bought the sofa you fancy a few days ago, and I will ask Qiao Ye to help you tomorrow move."

Lu Ming was stunned: "What sofa?"

Han Qiaoyu said: "We picked it together that day, did you forget?"

Lu Ming thought for a while before he remembered that when he had a video with Han Qiaoyu the day before yesterday, Mr. Han showed him some home improvement pictures. Speaking of which, why did Han Qiaoyu place the order? !

"I arrived in the capital today, and it will be ready for installation tomorrow." Boss Han's tone sounded more like a casual notification to him.

Lu Ming said: "The elevator here is very small, don't buy me anything, what if I can't move it up!"

Han Qiaoyu flipped through the documents over there, and said calmly while looking at himself: "Then hang it in from the window, there is always a way."

Lu Ming never thought that Han Qiaoyu's words hit the mark. The sofa is too big to fit in.

【Mr. Han wants to get married】