【Yeqing】All in my mind

Zhuge Qing felt that the most unbelievable routine he had gone through in his life was Wang Ye's routine.

This is not false at all, anyway, he has never been dominant in this relationship, and Wang also has no control over what he thinks, what he says, and what he does, Zhuge Qing smiled: "Maybe it happened, it's strange Squeezed."

Wang also stood in the shadows, watched for a while, and said nothing.

Not long after the phone rang, it was the counselor who asked him how Zhuge Qing was doing. Wang also thought about it and said that he might have to take two days off, and he could go to class after the fever subsided.

After hanging up the phone, Wang also looked at the time, and before it was too late, he stuffed the medicine and the doctor's diagnosis in the plastic bag into Zhuge Qing's hands: "I've asked you for leave, you can go back first, I have a class. "

The early morning sun was dazzling, and it was actually starting to heat up at eight or nine in the morning. After returning to the dormitory, Zhuge Qing didn’t take any medicine. He took off his shoes and lay on the bed. Everyone was in class. The dormitories of University A are divided into majors , but Wang Ye and the others were not. It just so happened that there were only one or two students left in the three colleges, so they made do together, but everyone's class schedules were equally full. In fact, Wang Ye had more classes than him.

When I first moved into the dormitory, it was quite dirty. There was some rubbish left after the last class left. Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing arrived early and cleaned it up. They chose the bed on the right side, with their feet facing each other. Feet, separated by two iron railings.Zhuge Qing shook the bed, raising a layer of dust, he frowned and took half a step back with a look of disgust.

In fact, Wang Ye was pampered since he was a child, and he didn't experience much group life, but he obviously didn't have so many things to do. He climbed up in twos and twos, and spread the sheets issued by the school. Qing was dragged up to run by him, and Wang Ye suddenly said that we should not go to the cafeteria, because I heard that the pan fried outside the school was not bad.

Then the two ate a fried meal, and brought back two pots of flowers.

Afterwards, Wang Ye and his dormitory were always suspected of having a girlfriend who was a god because of the atmosphere of life among the four of them.

The windows of the dormitory were always open, forming convection with the skylight above the door, and the wind blowing in was very cool. The pot of gardenias on the window sill suddenly bloomed, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance.

He still had a low-grade fever, and Zhuge Qing was a little cold. He pulled down the thin blanket under the pillow and covered his upper body. After taking cold medicine in the morning, he felt drowsy and fell asleep with the scent of flowers.

Probably because I haven’t enjoyed a sleep environment of this quality recently. Coupled with the blessing of cold medicine, Zhuge Qing slept very soundly this time. When I woke up, my head was dizzy and swollen. Very, but the remote control of the air conditioner was placed on the table diagonally opposite, Zhuge Qing was too lazy to move, lay there for a while, and then looked at the time.

He almost fell asleep for most of the day, probably because other people came back and left again. Wang Ye’s words just now were straightforward and scorching. and unexpected.But it's right to think about it. People like Wang Ye live too clearly and have a very gentle personality. Zhuge Qing and him have been hanging out together since they were five years old. He will never allow the situation to develop in the worst direction. In more than ten years, Zhuge Qing had hardly seen Wang Ye panicked because of something, and then it was not difficult to find the answer that he might have known early on.

But the words have already been said, and Zhuge Qing has no regrets. In fact, it’s okay for the king to be a straight man at the cosmic level and never know it, but now he obviously knows it a long time ago, and he hides it. For some unknown reason, his mood was ups and downs all day, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

In fact, Zhuge Qing thinks that he can be regarded as a person who can see things openly. He just does his best and has no regrets. As for winning or losing, although it is very important, it is not absolute.Probably only in terms of feelings, today he realizes that he probably made a mistake. There is no such thing as equality in this kind of thing. The one who has a crush on him must be the first one who can't hold back. No one can endure this kind of thing all the time. The feeling of not being able to get what you want, and what is even more embarrassing is that the two still face each other day and night. He can see Wang Ye sitting on the bed with his eyes closed and his hair in a daze every morning when he wakes up.

But it’s not that they never shared the same bed. When they went to summer camps or went out to play together at home when they were young, the two of them were often thrown on the same bed without human rights, but most of them slept separately, with two quilts in between.So in fact, he was nervous for a long time in the middle of the night last night, and Wang was probably tired from tossing around during the day, so he fell asleep after a while.

So when I recalled Wang Ye's attitude, I was a little angry. Before that, Zhuge Qing never thought that he would have today. Recently, he was overwhelmed by all kinds of messy emotions. He lay on the bed and got angry for a while. He felt that this temper was too boring, so he brushed the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead, and got out of bed to see two lunch boxes wrapped in plastic bags on the table.

The lunch box was still warm, a box of rice, a box of beef brisket and radish, the logo on the bag should be that of the fast food restaurant outside Ximen. Stuffed with two packs of vinegar, Zhuge Qing was already sweating coldly. Although his skin still felt hot, his body felt cold intermittently. In summer, he bought this kind of hot soup, so it hadn’t cooled down after so long. The place where the beef was connected to the tendon was cooked just right. He didn't have much appetite at first, but he didn't pay attention to drink up the soup base with the lunch box.

He is not the kind of awkward character who doesn't say what he wants, and at some point he may indeed not be Wang Ye's opponent.After drinking a bowl of soup, he felt a little exhausted for a moment, and he was sweating again, and his blocked nose was much better. He went to the balcony to get a towel that was hanging to dry, and took a look downstairs by the way.

Wang also probably just finished playing, holding the ball in one hand, and a small girl standing in front of him handed him something that looked like a love letter.

He took a look at the towel and the clothes he was about to change for a while, and laughed lightly and shortly, thinking that this was too old-fashioned.

While taking a bath, Zhuge Qing thought about it. It stands to reason that Wang also has such conditions, and there should be no fewer people who pursue him. When I was a child, I couldn’t understand it. I always thought that I might be a filter. I saw it because I was closest to him. At most, it's only now that he realizes that he was thinking about it. If he wants to keep a distance from you, there is nothing you can do. This is the most destructive thing.

Zhuge Qing still had a low fever, so he didn't dare to wash for a long time, but he probably came out after sweating.When he was wiping his hair and leaving the bathroom, Wang also just opened the door and came in. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and the kraft paper envelope was randomly folded, and he threw it on Zhuge Qing's desk without looking at it.

He put the basketball in the corner, waited for the next class to pick it up, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Zhuge Qing had just taken a shower, and the bathroom was full of the smell of Zhuge Qing's shampoo, a faint fragrance.

Wang Ye also washed his hair by the way. It took a little longer for his hair. Halfway through washing, he found that he had run out of shampoo. adapt.

In fact, it is not that strong at all. The shampoo itself has only a faint scent of soap locust, but the smell of two people mixed together in a small space is very strong.

Wang also saw that Zhuge Qing was sitting on a chair, had already opened the letter, and was reading it with relish.

He reached out to test the temperature, but before he touched his forehead, he was brushed away.

Zhuge Qing's movements were actually not too abrupt, as if he was impatient to be taken care of, he distanced himself, appearing very calm.

Then Wang Ye suddenly said: "Next time tell your fans, don't ask me to bring letters."

This was probably the most emotional sentence Wang Ye had ever said in Zhuge Qing's memory. The point of being angry is simply a thief shouting "stop thief".

Although he himself even thought that Wang Ye might be a little reasonable, Zhuge Qing was not a character who would give in verbally at all.

He looked at Wang Ye and asked, "What do you mean?"

TBC