[Yeqing] Your courier is already in delivery

It’s two o’clock in the morning Beijing time, the heater in the kotatsu is releasing a relaxing temperature, and there is a notebook on the small table, which has been filled in with lines of words painted with silver hooks Most of it, but at the end it turned into small black dots, as if someone was hesitating and annoyed there with a pen, not knowing how to proceed.

This notebook is naturally Zhuge Qing's, and the pen with the ink seeping through the paper was turned between his fingers one after another.An animation movie was playing on the TV in front of him. It was "Mima's Room" by Japanese animation master Toshito Kon. He fast-forwarded and rewound a part of it many times.Zhuge Qing was analyzing the characteristics of the storyboard and shooting techniques, but his train of thought got stuck, and the experience in the notebook was broken here.

According to his past habits, Zhuge Qing would stay up until the morning, and keep his brain active by replaying and searching for information until he came up with the following experience.But at this moment his brain was dull, and with a robot that was about to run out of fuel and entered a protective forced rest, his thinking activities became about five seconds, which was extremely slow.

The little genius of Zhuge's family has always been a person who faces difficulties. He patted his cheeks, rubbed his eyes, and even tried to open his eyelids with his fingers. Be careful, it's broken.

Resigned to his fate and turned off the TV, but Zhuge Qing still wanted to struggle. He lay down on the ground with a layer of carpet under his body specially prepared for this kind of occasion. Then he got most of his body into the kotatsu, revealing a head. Before closing his eyes completely, he took the phone and opened the alarm clock interface, wanting to take a nap.

As a result, as soon as the phone screen turned on, a few unread WeChat messages got into his eyes. The time of sending them was 10:30 in the evening, and the sender was Wang Ye who was noted by Zhuge Qing as Lao Wang.

Zhuge Qing clicked his tongue, poked twice, clicked on the message, and saw the unshakable ones:

"It's 10:30, go to sleep"

"Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health"

"Do you want to go to morning exercise tomorrow, old Qing?"

He stared at WeChat, his brows were furrowed into a river, and the annoyance of his thoughts stuck followed, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes. He didn't want to set the alarm clock on his mobile phone, so he threw it aside, facing the ceiling and began to think.

There are a lot of things to think about, but right now my mind is in a mess, and my thoughts are all single-lined to Wang Ye alone.It's not to blame that Zhuge Qing's brain has gone wrong, the main reason is that this person has been too lingering during this period of time, and he doesn't know what medicine he took wrongly, which led to the upgrading of his meddling attribute to the old man of the neighborhood committee; The fact that he changed the time to deliver the courier made this person hold a grudge, and the first sentence when he delivered the courier every day was not "Old Qing, come out to receive a courier.", but "Old Qing, do you want to go to morning exercise with me tomorrow?", "Oh, I got up an hour earlier today! I've made progress.", "I saw you posting on Moments after two o'clock last night. Look at your dark circles!".

The first time I heard it was the day after Fu Rong left, at around four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ye, who came to deliver the courier at this time according to Zhuge Qing's request, was holding the courier in one hand and scratching his hair with the other, laughing wickedly. Said: "Hey, old Qing, I heard from Fu Rong that you can also do Tai Chi?"

Holding the water glass that Wang Ye stuffed in, Zhuge Qing put the courier slip on his hand to sign, and hummed without thinking: "I know a little bit. When I was young, my family forced me to learn it to keep fit."

"That's great!" Wang Ye clapped his hands, took the delivery slip Zhuge Qing handed over, and said, "Recently, an old man pestered me to teach him how to do Tai Chi since he knew I could do it. I originally agreed, but the uncle was so happy that he not only called his wife, but also all his old friends, and asked me to start a class and teach together."

Zhuge Qing laughed when he heard that, looked at Wang Ye, and said, "Oh, I didn't expect you, Lao Wang, to be a small star in the community. You are so popular. Teachers, grandparents and masters eat everything."

"Tsk, don't make fun of me, be serious." Wang also waved his hand, "There are so many uncles and aunts, how can I teach them by myself, I wanted to show them a video and learn while watching, but They are old, their eyesight is not good, and no matter how big the tablet is, it can’t match the distance of the field. This method will not work, so..."

"So you want me to be a Taijiquan teacher for uncles and aunts with you?" Zhuge Qing read the meaning of Wang Ye's beating around the bush for so long, and smiled even harder.

"That's right, confidant, old Qing, that's what I mean! Of course, there is another meaning..." Wang also smiled coyly, "It's so embarrassing to see a group of old men and women, just me, a young man..."

"Oh, you still want to pull me to accompany you to save face!" Zhuge Qing had already laughed, his eyes were cutely bent, and he patted Wang Ye's shoulder, "Yes, it's so interesting, no, such a tragic thing How could I not help! It’s been too long since I’ve played, so I have to revisit it... OK, when is it? I’m ready.”

Wang Ye's eyes lit up, he made a six with his fingers, and said, "At six o'clock tomorrow, we will gather at the entrance of the alley..."

"Six o'clock in the afternoon..."

"Six in the morning."

"..."

Zhuge Qing stuffed the water glass back into Wang Ye's hand, carried it back to the courier, and backed it into the door, covering half of it. A series of actions were done in one go, and the rejection was smooth and smooth: "I regret it, I won't go."

Wang was also quick to respond, putting his foot against the door and saying, "Just wake up a few hours earlier! You can go back to sleep after teaching for an hour!"

"Getting up late ruins the morning, getting up early is a fool's day." Zhuge Qing was afraid of holding Wang Ye's feet, so he didn't move, hiding behind the door to argue, "I won't do it."

"Then how many hours do you go to bed early?" Wang also discussed, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health. Old Qing, look at your usual work and rest, which is so different from ordinary people and subverts physiological standards. It is very bad for your health."

Zhuge Qing came back to his senses, he remembered that yesterday Fu Rong avoided himself and discussed something secretly with this guy. Looking at his head, he knew that he had no good intentions, and he was waiting for him.Zhuge Qing thought about it for a second, and knew that the only intersection between the two people when they met for the first time was themselves, and the only common topic was only themselves. Why don’t you think about whether others want it or not?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, he sneered, opened the door, and said, "Old Wang, although I don't usually go out, I have been in Beijing for more than a month. Even if I stay at home, there are high-tech to help me know. The world. I don’t know if the grandpas and aunts in this alley really asked you to learn Tai Chi, but there are so many middle-aged and elderly people here, and half of them like morning exercises. There are many ways to exercise. My mother is a middle-aged People would occasionally get up early to learn how to dance in the square, and it would be a bit unscientific not to have a veteran who knows Tai Chi."

The smile on Wang Ye's face froze, and the eyes that looked at Zhuge Qing began to wander.

"Let me give you a trick." Zhuge Qing knew that Wang Ye was not good at lying, and he was full of flaws when he was straightforward, and his sincerity made people laugh, so he didn't point out the embarrassment of Wang Ye directly, just said with a smile, "Aren't you a popular person in this area? Go to the aunts of the neighborhood committee and ask if there is any uncle who can teach them with you. It's much more useful than my half-tone that I haven't played for many years. "

"Uh……"

"Why, is there anything else? I'll close the door to see off the guests if it's okay."

The angry Zhuge Qing didn't want to be polite anymore, and was about to close the door as he said that, Wang quickly grabbed his arm, and immediately confessed and lenient, sighing: "Oh, I say you, why are you so smart and not easy to fool! Smarter than a fox, it's not easy to hide anything, and it's no secret to make friends with you."

Zhuge Qing let out a snort from his nose, the compliment was barely enough for him, he felt a little better, and he frowned to give the king a face, and relaxed.

Wang, who was focusing all his attention on him, also happened to notice this looseness, and he felt happy, and explained helplessly and funny: "It's not a big deal, it's just that Fu Rong wants me to look at you, if you Allows you to get out of the house a little bit, to breathe fresh..."

"Fresh Beijing smog? Does she want to poison me, or do you want to poison me?"

"No, how can I! I'm so smooth! In fact, I want you to move your body. If you stay at home and don't move, you will get osteoporosis." Wang also racked his brains, "Also, Nuo Da Beijing City You know me alone, she doesn't trust you, she wants me to take you around to get acquainted, and take care of each other by the way."

Zhuge Qing didn't move, thinking that this person sounds sincere when he speaks, but it's always awkward to treat him like a child. Not only has he not changed since he was stuffed with wolfberry, but he has gradually upgraded along with the deepening of friendship.And Fu Rong, he wondered what kind of magical power Wang Ye had, dressed in sloppy clothes, except for a fair face, how did he deceive Fu Rong, a seasoned veteran of men, from trusting him?

Strange and strange.

Zhuge Qing knew that Wang was also a warm-hearted and kind person. Judging from the fact that the residents of this alley could chat with him when they saw him, Wang Ye's popularity was really good to a certain extent.But he doesn't necessarily follow this pattern, and it's not because he is suspicious, but because the boys of the Wuhou faction are naturally rejected by the same sex.The same is true for Zhuge Qing, so he is like the young master of Jia’s mansion—speaking of which, he also wore a jade since he was a child, but when he grows up, he needs to wear the ancestral jade according to his clothes——Zhuge Baoyu is the most He likes to be surrounded by women who are as soft as water and fragrant as fat, but hates to be in the circle of men who are rough as grass and dirty as mud. He will be allergic to sleeping with men!He thinks that Wang Ye is worth dating, but it doesn't necessarily mean that he wants this person to enter his life circle completely, so naturally he won't fall into Wang Ye's way so easily.

But looking at Wang Ye's sincere face, no matter how much he thought about the tea he sent, and the courier delivery that he depended on for his survival, Zhuge Qing's thoughts turned and turned, and he simply said The refusal was swallowed back into the throat, and a tactful remark was made: "I will send you a WeChat message when I want to be active."

Wang Ye is also a smart man who knows how to measure, so he immediately let go, took a step back, gave Zhuge Qing an ok, and said, "You can feel free anytime. Preferably on Saturdays and Sundays. I rest, and I promise to be there on call." .”

Zhuge Qing pursed his mouth, unable to say anything, stretched out his hand without hitting his smiling face, and opened his mouth too embarrassed to scold the smiling Wang Ye.He mumbled a thank you, pushed the person away, closed the door and went back to the house.

Southerners have always spoken in a more tactful way, and Zhuge Qing, who has been trained in etiquette since childhood, can’t say anything too direct. Therefore, Wang, who delivered express delivery every day, not only invited him face-to-face to participate in the morning training team, but also asked him to participate in the morning training team through the screen every day. When urging him to get up early and go to bed early on WeChat at a fixed time, Zhuge Qingchang regretted that his name had the same color as him.

Zhuge Qing is annoyed, but Wang also sent a wake-up call at 10:30 in the morning and a hypnosis service at [-]:[-] in the evening. The tone of his speech is as above, which makes people feel uneasy, other times it is not serious. After sending reminders to receive express delivery, or asking Zhuge Qing, "I made some stewed and fried liver, do you want to eat it?" It's time to eat." and so on, the service is considerate and can't be faulted.In addition, Comrade Wang cooks healthy and nutritious dishes, which are not comparable to Fu Rong, but it is enough to feed Zhuge Qing's hungry stomach.

So Zhuge Qing struggled with full backbone for more than two seconds—one second for thinking of excuses, one second for accepting excuses—all of them went into his room, belching to comfort himself: at least he persisted for two seconds, It was only three seconds less than the first time, and the Wuhou faction's spine was not so easy to bend.

Humans are too adaptable.

Zhuge Qing, who passed through the winter of February and ushered in the spring of April, stared at himself in the mirror. To be precise, the mirror pointed to eleven o'clock. While wiping his face, he suddenly realized that he was so natural. Di woke up at this point, a full hour earlier than before, and there was no need for an alarm clock to wake him up.

It's just because it's Wang Ye's break for lunch later, he will clear up the courier to be delivered in the morning, and then ride the beeping courier car to bring the food box for two people in his arms .When placed on the dining table, it will emit steam when it is opened, and the aroma will float into Zhuge Qing's nose.

At this time, Zhuge Qing only needs to scoop out the rice from the rice cooker, serve Wang Ye a bowl, and himself a bowl, and the chopsticks and spoons will jump in these plastic boxes.When he was about to finish eating, Wang also picked up the brewed tea from the coffee table, poured a cup for Zhuge Qing, and poured a cup for himself, and the tea smelled fragrant between his lips and teeth.

So comfortable that Zhuge Qing was able to forget what Wang Ye said all day long to persuade him to adjust his work and rest to exercise, but occasionally he would miss the girls who delivered food, so he took advantage of the early afternoon to run a courier Not in the house, order a cup of milk tea to touch the fragrance of the girls.

Wang didn't come here at night, and he had to count the deliveries for the next day with his colleagues, but he left porridge in Zhuge Qing's rice cooker that could be boiled with one button, so he didn't have to worry about eating those unhealthy takeaways.

Zhuge Qing was taken care of like this for more than half a month. He found out that he woke up early in the morning, and felt sleepy when he was most awake in the middle of the night, and he couldn't analyze a small movie.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he stared at the WeChat message Wang Ye sent him, especially the last sentence.When Zhuge Qing was a child, he often got up early to exercise, and the young boy was so sleepy that he was picked up to punch, dance and hang his throat.Honing the mind is really honing. Without these regular and accumulated practice, it would be impossible to have the current Zhuge Qing.It’s just that when I was young, there were always parents who supported me halfway. When I grew up, I had my own opinions and gradually followed my heart. I didn’t get up early or go to bed early, and I liberated the same willful nature as my nature.

He didn't want to be subtly influenced by Wang Ye before he was casual.

Gotta figure out a way.

Zhuge Qingwo tossed and turned in the quilt, pouted and thinking hard.

Morning exercise, morning exercise.

A light flashed in his mind, Zhuge Qing sat up suddenly, grabbed the mobile phone on the table, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes were curved and bright.

If Wang also saw this smile face to face, his heart would tremble twice, the first tremble was sweetened by this smile, and the second tremble was frightened by this smile.

The smile is too sweet, once Zhuge Qing smiles so sweetly, he will probably suffer some disaster.

Then the king in his sleep was awakened by the ringtone of the mobile phone. As soon as he answered, Zhuge Qing's voice crushed the rest of the sleeping insects to death one by one.

"Hi, hi, wake up." Wang Ye, a scholar of Zhuge Qing, left a message for the wake-up service at seven o'clock in the morning, "Wake up and do morning exercises."

"Brother, it's three o'clock in the morning."

"Night run! After the night run, it's time for morning exercise."

The breathing in the ears stagnated for a few seconds, Zhuge Qing held back his laughter, and just about to say something to tease you, he stopped and sighed across the way.

"...I really admire you."

"Hey, anyway, I like to go to exercise at this time. Didn't you say to accompany you at any time? Why, you don't want to now? If you don't want to, you should quit early... Hello? Hello? Old Wang? You What are you doing?"

There was a rustling sound from behind the microphone, like the sound of a person getting out of the quilt and starting to put on clothes.

Zhuge Qing panicked, suddenly felt something was wrong, hurriedly yelled a few words, then heard the rustling stopped, and after a while, Wang Ye's voice rang in his ears.

"Yes, why don't you want to." Wang also gritted his teeth, venting his nose and mouth together, "See you at your door, Comrade Zhuge Qing."