I really didn't seduce him

"Then let me communicate with him again." The teacher in charge of the dormitory management office said awkwardly.

Lu Zhi: "That troubles you."

"Can't we discuss it again?" the teacher asked, "The other party is quite... a boy who can chat."

Lu Zhi said coldly, "I'm afraid of noise, it's not suitable."

teacher:"……"

He had heard about this medical student of University S for a long time.

The number one student in the college entrance examination in Luyu City back then is now just about to enter his junior year, and has already participated in many key scientific research projects.

A standard good student, Professor Xu's favorite student.

But it was too difficult for this student to speak.

The second bed of 107 is obviously empty.

"Teacher." Lu Zhi glanced over a small bonsai by the desk.

Three colors of mushroom bonsai, the red one looks poisonous.

Unique taste.

"I still have class in the afternoon, so let's go first." Lu Zhi opened the door and left.

Opposite the gate of S University, in the newly opened Pingtan Hall.

The garden was beautifully landscaped and the water was murmuring. Fang Yanwei sat at the stone table to answer the phone.

"There is no dormitory? How about I lie on the main road of S?" He asked, "Mr. Wang, you are being unkind. I sent you all the mushroom bonsai that I bribed you with."

"Give it back to me?" Fang Yanwei said, "That won't work, you've been playing it around for a long time, the fungus' aura is gone."

Teacher Wong:"……"

"Actually, there is another dormitory." Teacher Wang said, "The communication on my side is not going well, and their dormitory head is very resistant."

So hypocritical?

Everyone is a boy, I can still eat you.

Fang Yan said ideally.

"The head of the dormitory of 107 disagrees, right?" He said, "You send me your contact information, and I'll argue with him."

"Okay, I will push it to you after I ask." Teacher Wang said, "But you should be mentally prepared, he is not very talkative, no, I will ask the school to subsidize you to stay in a hotel."

"Thank you, teacher." Fang Yanwei said.

Teacher Wang: "No thanks, please say hello to your mother for me."

S University launched an international exchange program for the first time this year, and Fang Yanwei signed up.

Fang Jiami sent him to the airport, not at ease.

Obviously it was for him and Lu Zhi.

Fang Jiami hardly mentioned Luzhi to him, and he didn't take the initiative to say it, but Fang Jiami knew that he couldn't make it through.

For more than two years, he had been in contact with Lu Zhi occasionally, and they talked about irrelevant gossip.

During the time at Luyu Middle School, it seemed to become a tacit secret between two people, and no one took the initiative to mention it.

What is the current relationship between the two of them? He couldn't say well, and he didn't dare to ask. He stopped at a vague boundary.

On the day when the results of the college entrance examination were announced, he saw the news on the official website of Luyu Middle School for the first time. He stood by the river in the park and giggled for a long time like venting.

Passers-by passed by, but they couldn't understand his seemingly joyful and sad performance.

Summer is over.

His road sticking finally passed the first hurdle, and he went to see the mountains and seas in the distance.

The first time he saw the exchange program at S University, he submitted the application without even thinking about it.

He didn't tell Lu Zhi.

It was obviously not the first time seeing off Fang Jiami, but Fang Jiami cried a little sadly.

"My baby Fangfang, safe travels," she said.

"Fang Yanwei!" A girl in her 20s rushed into the courtyard, "Help me quickly."

Fang Yanwei met Duan Yun online.

He has a social account, does not show his face, and only occasionally records a few pieces of pipa music he plays through a translucent curtain, and he has accumulated nearly 10 fans without knowing it.

Duan Yun is a music blogger who plays Guzheng, and has chatted with him many times about folk music.

This Pingtan hall was newly opened by Duan Yun's mother.

Fang Yanwei just arrived in City A, but couldn't find a place to live, so he temporarily left his luggage with Duan Yun.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked lazily.

"The elder sister who plays the pipa can't come today due to an emergency." Duan Yun said, "My mother is not here, and my Guzheng level that I dared to upload to the sound of my death can't hold the stage, you go."

The phone vibrated, and Teacher Wang pushed over the contact information of 107 Stubborn Donkey.

Before he had time to look at it, he stood up: "Did you see that I brought the piano this time?"

Nowadays, there are many young people who like to listen to Pingtan.

In the small teahouse, there were quite a few students from the University of S. Besides, there were also passers-by who came in to rest and listen to the music.

"Why should I wear this?" Fang Yanwei stepped out and tugged at the moon-white Chinese gown on his body.

Duan Yun: "I want you to keep a low profile..."

When she was performing on the streets of Country A, she met Fang Yanwei offline for the first time.

Only then did she know that a boy could look so good-looking.

Eyes with peach blossoms, and thin lips that are slightly drawn, it is obvious to look a little glamorous, but there is always a string of sandalwood-scented prayer beads on the left wrist.

Duan Yun felt that this person playing the piano without showing his face was a loss to the audience all over the country with that tired and lazy look when he looked up at people.

Fang Yanwei's long gown is not monotonous, it just softens the aggressive look a lot, presenting a very scholarly tranquility.

After getting acquainted with each other, she tried to introduce someone to Fang Yanwei, but this person looked unscrupulous, but emotionally he seemed to be quite clean, and no one could catch his eye.

"Look again, it's so pretty! Don't you really want to get to know each other?" She asked Fang Yanwei countless times pointing to the photo of the little sister.

"I've met better looking ones before." Fang Yanwei said that every time.

Duan Yun took this as an excuse.

"Just wear this, you can play the piano later, you don't need to speak." Duan Yun said.

"Okay." Fang Yanwei said.

Through the patterns on the wooden windows of the Pingtan Hall, he heard a few older girls chatting outside.

"A scumbag, he's still like pua me, as long as he's one-tenth as good-looking as a road doctor in medical school..."

"Speaking of which, I'm almost in my junior year, and the people around me have been dating for several rounds, and I haven't seen anyone around Lu Zhi."

"He, at first glance, is the kind of good student who is dull and dull. Maybe he doesn't know how to chase people or fall in love at all."

After two and a half years, Fang Yanwei couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt when he heard this name again from someone else.

Like biting into an unripe plum, the sweetness and sourness are so blazing.

"Didn't Professor Xu always want to match him and his daughter? Last time I saw Xu Xiao go to the lab to find Lu Zhi."

Fang Yanyi was distracted, and smashed a walnut with the small hammer in his hand.

"I'm going to serve the fruit plate to the guests later! Why did you knock the walnuts!!" Duan Yun drove the people to the yard, "Go and tune your piano, I'll call you later."

Holding the pipa in his arms, Fang Yanwei went to the yard absent-mindedly.

After Lu Zhi got out of the dormitory management office, he received a call from his roommate Ling Pei.

"You rejected your new roommate?" Ling Pei asked.

Lu Zhi: "Yes."

"It doesn't matter if you reject it. International exchange students can have any major. If someone from the Department of Architecture and Design comes over, we don't have much in common with us," Ling Pei said.

Lu Zhi: "Design?"

Eyelids twitched slightly, as if something had been overlooked.

"Are you okay now?" Ling Pei asked, "Come with me to the teahouse and sit for a while, the pipa strings say lovesickness, Teacher Duan's pipa is so good, you must have never felt this kind of ears taste."

Lu Zhi is not interested.

But the phrase "Speaking of lovesickness on the strings of the pipa" somehow touched something hidden in his heart.

Dilapidated, cheap hotels, wrinkled school uniforms, old rickety canopy beds, and—

Tears that fell when the boy blinked.

Several pictures flashed across his eyes quickly.

More than two years have passed in a hurry.

The love and hate at that time seemed to be covered in dust, ambiguous and vague, and I dared not speak or speak.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"You agreed?" Ling Pei was surprised, "I actually persuaded you, I have a bright future."

Ling Pei: "Then I'll wait for you at the Pingtan Teahouse, they're about to start, come here."

Lu Zhi spent most of his time at S University in the laboratory, and the rest of his spare time went to the company's research center.

He is not familiar with the road in the university town.

After 10 minutes, he realized that he was on the wrong street. He turned around to change the road, but saw the back door of the teahouse courtyard.

The back door was open, revealing a piece of moon-white sleeves in the courtyard.

The boy hugged the piano, sat on the tree trunk with a crooked neck, and plucked a few strings.

The wind was blowing all over the city.

Rolling clouds in June.

"I want the horse to run, and I want the horse not to eat grass." Fang Yanwei complained while tuning, "What's wrong with knocking you a walnut? Ten knocks on you are not enough for this artist's appearance fee."

He plucked the piano leisurely again with his right hand with the pipa nails on.

Almost there, the tone is set.

He took off the string of Buddhist beads on his left wrist, pushed them lightly one by one, and rubbed them seemingly bored.

In the field of vision, stepped into a figure.

"Hello, guest." He said lazily, "The back door is not open, please take a detour..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

The wind swayed the cuffs of the moon-white gown.

He suspected that he was still in country A, drowning in that midnight dream that lasted for more than two years.

Lu Zhi stood under the gate of the courtyard covered with wisteria flowers, watching him quietly.

The string of beads in his hand fell and fell on the grass.

At that moment, he seemed to hear two and a half years, rushing away from his ears.

The boy who pushed him against the head of the bed, pressed his hands, and questioned him desperately disappeared.

The boy looked introverted and silent, with his sharp eyes held back and his gaze slightly lowered.

But he knew that this was Lu Zhi.

He fantasized many times about the scene when he and Lu Zhi meet again.

Pounce on to hug or meet but not know each other.

But when he actually saw it, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Is it to say "I can finally come to you" or "Have you been okay for the past two years".

It's still the phrase "I seem to miss you a little bit".

When Lu Zhi was speaking before, the words that could be said casually suddenly seemed to have a thousand catties of weight.

He was never intimidated by speaking.

But when the words came to his lips, he was timid for the first time.

"Hi." He heard himself say.

The sound is so soft that it is not as good as the strings scratched by fingertips.

Lu Zhi came over, stopped in front of him, picked up the bracelet on the ground, and handed it to him.

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Fang Fox: You want the horse to run, and you want the horse not to eat grass.

Brother Zhi: Come on, eat grass.