Green tea junior is always catching me

When Zhao Qingbei came back, he saw Li Xinghe smiling like an Er Que with an underdeveloped brain.

He held his mobile phone in both hands, lying on the bed and looking at the screen, as if looking at some rare treasure.

The usually big and round eyes are bent into two crescents, the facial features are wrinkled and crowded together, and a mouthful of white teeth hangs brightly on the face.

His head was resting on the quilt, and his slightly curly hair was scattered on the sheet, spreading out softly, just like a pre-term puppy.

Zhao Qingbei walked over, seeing him like this, couldn't help laughing.

"I bought what you asked for." He put the bag in his hand on the table with a soft tone.

Hearing the sound, Li Xinghe immediately sat up straight, and raised his phone with a smile, "Look, look! Qin Tao helped me get Patrick's autograph! The photo on this postcard is my favorite snow mountain, really looks good."

Zhao Qingbei was startled, and after glancing at his screen, he calmly turned his head and opened the bag on the table.

"Really, then congratulations." His voice was even and steady, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Li Xinghe jumped off the bed and waved his phone excitedly: "Patrick is too fond of fans, you know he never signs autographs for others? This is the only one! But..."

He looked at the photo carefully again, his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

"But what?" Zhao Qingbei raised his head.

Li Xinghe said: "His handwriting is so ugly, even uglier than mine."

Zhao Qingbei: "..."

Li Xinghe: "Crooked, trembling, like ants crawling, English words also have beards and eyebrows. Hey, it looks similar to me at first glance. He is a scumbag who doesn't like to practice calligraphy."

He pulled out his chair and sat down, put down his phone and started eating fried rice noodles.

Zhao Qingbei seemed to be frozen, standing motionless by the table.

"You can eat too, don't be too polite, what's the point of being reserved here?" Li Xinghe was bewildered, and pushed the other food towards him.

Zhao Qingbei hesitated to speak, pursed his lips again and again, and finally said: "Is there a possibility that he just doesn't want others to recognize his handwriting, rather than... a scumbag?"

Li Xinghe scratched his cheeks, very puzzled: "No way, we are probably not in the same city, and even if we were, I wouldn't be able to recognize who he is by handwriting. Besides, the photographer is not It's a very shameful identity, except that my mother will disagree..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking.

Zhao Qingbei sat down opposite him and looked at him: "Maybe he, like you, doesn't have the support of his family, so he doesn't want others to know his identity."

Li Xinghe remembered what Patrick said before, and bit his chopsticks silently.

Zhao Qingbei cleared his throat: "No matter what, judging whether someone is a scumbag based on their handwriting is too arbitrary and unacceptable."

"Cut, you schoolmasters care about such things." Li Xinghe showed disdain, "I don't care, no matter how bad his grades are, I still like him."

After he finished his last sentence, Zhao Qingbei was stunned.

Li Xinghe took two mouthfuls of rice noodles and asked suspiciously, "Why are you blushing, the room is too hot?"

Zhao Qingbei didn't answer, got up and said: "You eat, I'll go find Lao Bai." As he spoke, he quickly left the room, leaving Li Xinghe confused.

In the evening, Bai Su organized everyone to go downstairs to edit the pictures.

There are several tables in the lobby of the hotel, and everyone sits around to edit the photos taken during the day, and then comment on each other.

When Li Xinghe went down, they were already sitting together in twos and threes, and Zhao Qingbei was sitting next to Bai Su, talking to him.

Li Xinghe passed by them, and heard Bai Ju say: "Look at you, it's the first time to participate in a club activity, and you don't bring a camera, and you don't take photos. How can you run for president after this?"

"The mentor has been arguing with me all morning, and I came here in a hurry this afternoon, and forgot to bring my camera." Zhao Qingbei said lazily, "I don't want to run for president, you should find someone else, Sanhua is very good."

Bai suddenly became angry: "Old Zhao, you are not kidding me, are you? Then tell me, why did you suddenly ask me to join the club two days ago?"

Zhao Qingbei saw Li Xinghe walking towards him, and his eyes moved as he sat on the other side of Baitu.

"Add it if you want, there are so many reasons." He moved his eyes away from the eyes that were turning around, and his expression was much gentler.

Just as Bai Su was about to speak, Zhao Qingbei took out his mobile phone and said, "By the way, there is a photo for today, but I have to seek permission from others before posting it."

He pushed the phone towards Li Xinghe.

Li Xinghe was eavesdropping on their conversation, and pointed to his nose and asked, "Me?"

Zhao Qingbei's phone screen lit up, and he saw the photo on it.

"Fuck—" was his first reaction.

"Did you take this with your mobile phone?" This was the second reaction.

Bai Ju also leaned over to take a look, and instantly showed a clear smile: "Let me just say, you won't return without success. You don't even need to adjust the parameters of this photo, and you can put it directly in the club album. As expected of you, Old Zhao, who took the picture."

On the screen, it was the bamboo forest that Zhao Qingbei took during the day.

The path stretches along the depth direction, with slender and dense bamboo, green branches and leaves, and a sparkling lake at the end, reflecting the afternoon sun.There was a man standing on the path, and that man was patting a fat magpie with his head tilted, his movements were very childish.

The picture has movement and stillness, with a clear sense of layering. The characters only occupy a part of the lower left corner, and the overall look is a big wind.

As the protagonist of the photo, Li Xinghe couldn't react other than sighing.

Bai Su smiled and said, "This photo, let's call it "Heavenly Rewards Hard Work"."

"Pfft." Li Xinghe spouted out, "God damn God rewards hard work, Brother Bai, can you stop teasing me."

Zhao Qingbei smiled, "Shouldn't it be called "Low Waist Pan Temple"?"

Bai Su looked at him with a meaningful expression: "Old Zhao, your attention is a little bit off, but the waist is quite slender."

He turned his head and looked at Li Xinghe thoughtfully.

Li Xinghe was far away from Zhao Qingbei, so he couldn't hear his words clearly, so he asked in confusion, "What? What's wrong with your waist?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Bai Tu always felt guilty for joking in front of him, so he fooled it with a smile.

Li Xinghe said thoughtfully: "I think the composition of this photo is a bit familiar, as if somewhere... Damn, there are mosquitoes!"

Halfway through his speech, he slapped himself on the arm.

He moved his hand away, and there was a pool of blood on it.

"Yeah, that's how it is in the countryside. There are a lot of mosquitoes at night." Bai Ju waved his hand and said, "Go to Sanhua and ask for some toilet water. Old men like me don't like the smell."

Li Xinghe originally wanted to spray some, but he was too embarrassed to ask for it.

Bai Su was so nervous that he began to edit the picture on his own.

Zhao Qingbei turned his head and looked over. The place where the mosquito was slapped to death just now had quickly swelled up, which was especially obvious on the porcelain white skin.

He didn't say anything, stood up and left for a while.

When he came back, he sat directly next to Li Xinghe.

Li Xinghe was concentrating on adjusting the temperature of his notebook when he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist.He lowered his head and saw the mosquito repellent bracelet on his left hand.

"You put it on the table upstairs." Zhao Qingbei stretched out his hand and pressed an ice pack on the place where he was bitten out just now, "Don't you like toilet water, use this to cool it down."

Li Xinghe took the ice bag and smiled, "Old Zhao, you are too considerate. If you are in a relationship, who can resist it?"

"Don't bark." Zhao Qingbei turned his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Hahaha, why are you so shy?"

After everyone repaired for half an hour, it was uniformly posted to the group for comments.

Not surprisingly, the pictures taken by Zhao Qingbei with his mobile phone and the lake surface taken by Bai Su won unanimous praise from everyone.

The second is Li Xinghe's photos of flying birds. He basically didn't use much color toning. The state of the birds taking off and the crumbling of the bamboo leaves make people feel like they are in a bamboo forest blown by the breeze.

Sure enough, just like what Zhao Qingbei said to him, good photos are not edited, but taken.

Bai Su nodded with satisfaction: "There are a lot of high-quality finished products this time. When I go back tomorrow, I will put them in the club album. In addition, I will assign you a task during the National Day holiday. Take a group of pictures of people and post them in the group. Let’s communicate with each other.”

Li Xinghe asked Yao Sanhua: "What is a club photo album?"

"It's the treasure of our town and society, organized by Lao Bai. It's in the cabinet in the office, and I'll take you to see it next time." Yao Sanhua said, "There are previous group photos and works taken by everyone in it, full of memories. "

"Brother Bai really has an idea, I've added the right club." Li Xinghe gave a thumbs up in praise.He has always liked societies with rituals, which can make people find a sense of belonging.

Bai Su also explained the time of the return trip tomorrow, and let them go back to the room by themselves.

After returning upstairs, Li Xinghe began to pack his luggage.

Also only brought two pieces of clothes, his suitcase looked messy, while Zhao Qingbei's suitcase was so tidy for some reason.

"Let me do it." Zhao Qingbei finally couldn't bear to watch him put the snacks and shirt together for the second time.

Li Xinghe squatted beside him, a little uncomfortable: "How can I do that, it's too much trouble for you."

Zhao Qingbei took the clothes from his hand calmly, "Didn't you say that you treat me as a brother, what's the trouble?"

"Since I was young, only my mother has packed my clothes. How about it, it will be eleven in a few days. When I go back to S City, I will bring you a few packs of special products." Li Xinghe blinked and said, "Do you like it?" Do you want something sweet, our pastries are famous there."

Zhao Qingbei smiled at him, "I'm not picky about food."

"Hey, if you have a chance next time, you can come to City S..."

Halfway through Li Xinghe's speech, he suddenly heard a strange movement from the wall next to him.

They were located very close to the next wall.

He paused, thinking he had heard wrong.

Zhao Qingbei's hands that were folding clothes also froze.

Then, there was another sound——

"Ah, ah, um..."

Li Xinghe: "!!!"

He subconsciously looked at Zhao Qingbei, and the two looked at each other, seeing Shi Potian's shocking embarrassment in each other's eyes, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

It was rare for Zhao Qingbei to lose his composure, and his pale skin quickly turned red.

The neighbor yelled again: "Ah--husband, take it easy! I can't take it anymore!"

Zhao Qingbei: "..."

Li Xinghe got up in a panic, "I really fucked up, the sound insulation is so bad, how dare I charge three hundred and one nights."

He punched hard against the wall a few times, and shouted: "Hush your voice, people don't fucking sleep, right?"

The neighbor next door knew nothing, and was very devoted to it.

"Wuuuuu, husband, no more, why are you so good..."

Li Xinghe wanted to continue smashing, but Zhao Qingbei laughed when he saw his angrily, stood up and grabbed his hand.

His ears were flushed, but he still said calmly: "Don't knock, be careful with your hands, I'll ask the waiter to find them."

He turned around and called the front desk. The waiter apologized repeatedly and said that he would come up and communicate with the next door immediately.

After hanging up the phone, the next door was still humming.

Both of them were very restless, afraid to look into each other's eyes, and the room was so quiet that you could hear your breath.

When Li Xinghe was in junior high school, he once watched a romance movie with Ding Huishan. As a result, the hero and heroine hugged each other and started to gnaw, which made his mouth water and spit fly.

He still remembers the scene at that time, Ding Huishan hurriedly turned off the TV, while he hurriedly found an excuse to go to the refrigerator to get a Coke.

But at this moment, he can't go anywhere, he can only scratch the soles of his shoes with his toes in this room.

He coughed twice, and took a peek at Zhao Qingbei looking down at his phone, looking very attentive.

But he didn't even notice that the phone was held upside down...

Li Xinghe clenched his fists, thinking that as an older brother, he should take the initiative to resolve the suffocating atmosphere.

"That," as soon as he said it, Zhao Qingbei looked up, making him flustered for a moment.

He bit the bullet and said: "Small, young, slut, he yelled happily, but he was too inconsiderate of his neighbors."

"Hmm." Zhao Qingbei was surprisingly quiet, and had no intention of following his words at all.

Li Xinghe caught a glimpse of his hands on the table gradually closing, so he further comforted him: "It's normal to encounter this kind of thing in a hotel. I have seen this kind of thing a lot. They are all young. You don't have to be so embarrassed. .”

Zhao Qingbei still didn't speak, Li Xinghe said again: "Don't talk, you are so innocent, it makes me feel weird, aren't college students these days very open-minded."

After he finished asking this question, he thought that Zhao Qingbei would still not answer him, and was thinking of saying something more.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Qingbei quickly glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said, "You haven't tried it either."

Li Xinghe was about to say how do you know, but then he thought about it, he probably slipped his tongue in the bar before, and he explained all the details of his relationship with Xu Zhilin that day.

Nima, it's a bit embarrassing to think about it now, being told by a younger student that he has no experience.

No, you can't be looked down upon.

He pretended to brag: "I just don't have a relationship with my ex, but it doesn't mean I don't have other experiences."

The redness on Zhao Qingbei's face slowly faded, and he looked at him without warmth, "So, do you have other experiences?"

The waiter knocked on the door next door, and the voice died down temporarily.

Li Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt that Zhao Qingbei's complexion was not very good.

He curled his lips: "You still said me, last time in the bar, you took me to open a room while I was drunk. Everyone is a man, so don't pretend to be stupid."

Zhao Qingbei quickly adjusted his expression and said, "I'm afraid that you may be in danger alone."

"Nonsense, that's the first time we met, are you so generous?" Li Xinghe asked in disbelief, he didn't look like a warm-hearted person.

Zhao Qingbei stared at him, his expression darkened: "It seems that brother doesn't believe me, yes, brother didn't have a good impression of me at first, no wonder you think so now."

Seeing his expression, Li Xinghe's heart tightened for no reason, and he blurted out: "I didn't mean that..."

"Don't you want to share a room with me tonight, do you think I have something to plot?" Zhao Qingbei's voice dropped a little more.

Li Xinghe became anxious: "I don't, don't think about it, why would I look at you like this. Hey, I'm going, I'm just talking fast, don't take it to heart, I don't want to share a room with you."

Zhao Qingbei observed his reaction, and said softly: "Brother, I'm not accusing you, I just want to tell you that I am very clean."

His voice was very soft, but it was very clear in a small room.

Li Xinghe was a little at a loss, scratched his hair and said, "Oh, I... I believe in you."

He felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn't figure out exactly where it was.

The air was quiet again.

Li Xinghe rolled his eyes, wanting to say something.

He suddenly thought of the gossip that had been passed on by the student union - Zhao Qingbei said that he was engaged to a child marriage, so he rejected the girl who confessed to him.

No way, could it be because of this reason?How could he be so traditional, defending himself like a jade for an insignificant doll?

Li Xinghe couldn't hold back his curiosity and said, "Can I ask you another question?"

"Tell me." Zhao Qingbei said.

Li Xinghe said: "Is it true that you ordered a doll kiss?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qingbei raised his eyes and looked at him with a slightly complicated gaze, with difficulty distinguishing emotions on his face.

He looked at Li Xinghe a little unnaturally, wondering if he asked the wrong question.

Just when he felt his chest beating, Zhao Qingbei narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile: "It's true, but it's been many years, so it doesn't count. It depends on whether he is willing or not."