【Yeqing】All in my mind

There is no doubt that when Zhuge Qing slipped into the lecture theater, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, which happened to be the break between classes.Zhuge Qing's bag of butterfly crisps was still warm, and Zhang Chulan sat in the last row, with two textbooks next to Zhuge Qing occupying a seat.

He was completely awakened by the scent of snacks wafting out of the bag. Zhuge Qing threw the bag over and asked in a low voice, "Did you roll the roll last class?"

"No point." Zhang Chulan pouted towards the door, "You see, they are all just here, don't worry."

Zhuge Qing spread out the books, thought for a while and said, "You can keep some for me."

But he forgot that there was a row of girls sitting in the front row of the two of them, and they were all rushing to class and didn't have breakfast, so they each ate a piece, and the rest were almost divided up. Zhuge Qing crumpled the kraft paper bag and threw it in. Trash can, the phone rang on the way back to the seat.

Wang also sent a message, clicked on the picture, Zhuge Qing didn't realize when he took the picture, the morning sun was shining on the bustling breakfast stall, and the surrounding blurred place was the empty bowls left by two people after eating , Zhuge Qing licked the crumbs on his lips after eating the butterfly cakes, the tip of his tongue was pink, and a sesame seed on the corner of his mouth was very eye-catching.

So he returned messages while walking.

"You sneak shot."

Not long after, Wang Ye's message came back.

"Qing, look at your WeChat Moments."

He froze for a moment, then switched back to WeChat and took a look.

——My God, the amount of information.

——It's too explosive, Brother Qing.

——Don't be so blunt and old when you show your affection next time, remember to smear your girl's face.

——I’ll go to Laoqing, that’s fine.

——Is it really okay to be like this early in the morning, Old Qing?Is this public scum?

——Forget about grouping Zhuge Qing, silly X.

——Brother...you...

Zhang Chulan woke up and saw Zhuge Qing's face turned blue. She turned her head to look at Zhuge Qing's phone, only to see the selfie with the explosion of information in the morning, and she didn't know what happened.

"What are you doing out of your mind?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"Old Zhang, do you think it would be deliberate if I delete it now?"

"Huh? Are you not in a group?" Zhang Chulan went back and glanced at the comments in Zhuge Qing's circle of friends, all of them were girls who were so upright, so he said in surprise, "I'll go, this imagination, Lao Wang is not at all Didn't show your face? It's your sister."

"No, I now suspect that Wang will also wait for me at the small intersection after school."

"Probably not." Zhang Chulan motioned Zhuge Qing to take a look at the chat group of four people.

——Come to the cafeteria at noon, if you need something, the third floor.

"Do you think he will hit me?" Zhuge Qing worried as he glanced at the exponentially increasing number of comments.

"No way, except for smart people like me, no one should recognize it?"

"Not necessarily, at least there are four people in our dormitory, and the other two must know that neither of us went back to live last night."

"So what's the matter? Maybe they went out to meet their girlfriends?"

"My friend, from freshman year to now, the only one who has had an affair with him is me, thank you."

"...There's nothing wrong with that."

Zhuge Qing let out a long sigh. He didn’t pay attention to whether he chose a group or not in the morning. He had two accounts. One account was full of elders and teachers, and the other was all friends. He used the second account to post Moments, but this There are at least one-third of the students' WeChat in the whole grade. If it is a familiar person—such as Zhang Chulan—you can almost recognize who the figure is at a glance.

"Old Qing, don't worry, everyone thinks you went to a hotel to sleep with your sister anyway. This is Schrödinger's girlfriend, objectively laying the foundation for the relationship between the two of you."

The teacher on the podium finally made a concluding speech. As soon as the bell rang, they all rushed to the cafeteria. Zhuge Qing was actually not very hungry. He took medicine after eating, and now his eyelids were shaking with sleepiness.The first canteen is not close to the other canteens, and you have to pass through a large lilac garden behind the teaching building. Students are generally reluctant to come to this canteen. The third floor is basically a wedding venue for doctoral students or lecturers in the school.

Zhuge Qing went up to the third floor, and as soon as he turned a corner, he saw Wang Ye and Fu Rong sitting in front of a table with a pile of dishes.

"Hey, whose treat is this?" Zhang Chulan sighed.

"Old Wang, please." Fu Rong tugged at Zhuge Qing's ear and said, "You two eat one meal each, Lao Wang is a chicken thief, he said that he is familiar with the canteen master, and he will cook a small stove for us. You can't, you have to treat me well." .”

"Hey, why?"

Fu Rong took a look at Zhuge Qing: "Because I am the only loyal listener for boys who have been in high school for three years."

Wang also recovered his senses and looked at Zhuge Qing: "What boy?"

"I invite Haidilao to do it, right? That's enough!"

"No, I need a skewer meal!"

"Two meals, so it's decided." Zhuge Qing waved his hand, "Eat."

Wang also glanced at him across the table, and gave him a shrimp without saying anything.

After dinner, Zhuge Qing asked Wang Ye if he would go back to the dormitory at noon. Wang Ye thought about it for a while and said if you were sleepy, and if you were really sleepy, go back.

Zhuge Qing curled his lips again after listening to Wang Ye's straight man's speech. He thought that maybe Wang Ye didn't think that the state of the two of them should be any different after they fell in love. People really don't seem to have changed.

But only Zhuge Qing himself understood what happened in the past two days, and he didn't think too much before getting together. Zhuge Qing didn't have any demands on himself from the king. Anyway, he felt that the current situation was still within the controllable range. Now Wang Ye's existence reminds him of his new identity as "boyfriend" almost all the time.

This road is almost covered with lilacs. The summer greenery is sprinkled all over the body, and the heat is isolated. There is only a path paved with rectangular stones under the feet. I don’t know what the person who paved it thought. One step is too small and two steps crotch, so the two walked along the side of the road, Wang Ye's arm was swinging close to him, and his elbow was rubbing against his. Zhuge Qing tilted his head and could even see the big drops of sweat falling from his temples, along the line of his jaw. into the neckline.

Maybe people push their feet, Zhuge Qing found that he couldn't be satisfied with the distance at this moment.

He wants more.

Sometimes when I think about it, some emotions are selfish in nature, not noble. He twisted the tissue in his trouser pocket with his fingers. Across the woods is the back of the dormitory. There is a path leading directly to the main entrance, but It is necessary to pass a section of railway. Two people often walk this road. During the day, it is quiet and there are few people. Because it is too empty, almost no one comes.

Wang also stepped on the broken pine branches and soft soil under his feet, stepped over the stone steps, and a train was approaching in the distance. The traffic lights turned a long red.

For a moment a huge roar drummed the eardrums, Zhuge Qing saw that Wang Ye moved his lips, but he couldn't hear what he said to himself, so he turned his head and put his ears close to him and asked him.

So he turned sideways and turned his head, Zhuge Qing was suddenly circled by the people next to him, pressing the back of his head and kissing him.The cool wind was blowing up as the train passed by, but the kiss between the lips and tongue was long and hot. Fingers were stuck under the soft hair and gathered at the nape of the neck. The kiss that should have been a taste of it was infinitely long. He thought, Wang is also such a person, who is good at expressing emotions with actions. His kisses are just like him, with a raw emotion that goes forward, pure and passionate, like a kiss. The sharp blade makes people breathless.

He didn't like this kind of rhythm, but he couldn't resist it every time.

After the train gradually moved away, Wang also looked down at Zhuge Qing whose lips were flushed, and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Zhuge Qing raised his hand to fan the wind, caught a glimpse of Wang Ye's red ears and complained softly: "The red light is too long..."

So Wang also smiled, and Zhuge Qing felt that this smile looked very pleasant, and even the tone of his speech was very brisk: "It's okay, not long."

TBC