Tired Bird Knows Return

Chapter 40 I'm Careless

When Fucheng returned to the room, Chen Yanqing had already fallen asleep, probably after studying for a long time which bed to sleep on, the empty quilt was crumpled and piled up.

After Fucheng took a shower, he bypassed the bed and got into Chen Yanqing's bed, and Chen Yanqing quickly moved out.

Fucheng followed him again, sticking to his back, stroking his belly with his palm, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"turn around."

Chen Yanqing didn't move, but was grabbed by him and turned over. As soon as he faced him, Chen Yanqing sniffed hard, "Smoke smell?"

Fu Cheng was taken aback, "I'm taking a shower."

"My nose is better than Doudou's."

"Is there such a comparison?"

Chen Yanqing clicked his tongue, and pushed his chest back with his hands, "You and Zhuang Yan are so close after just talking a few words?"

After being smelled out, Fucheng didn't hide it anymore, he just said, "Why don't you go out if you have cigarettes?"

Chen Yanqing's heart was blocked for a while, and he lay down again, "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

After a long silence, Fucheng said a 'good' word.

Chen Yanqing didn't know where he got the strength, and suddenly turned over violently and continued to face him.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, a group of people were taken to Jiangbei University. The university was on holiday, and the campus was empty. Not very happy.

"Jiangbei University responded to the Ministry of Culture's national education, and specially built this building. There are cultural displays of various dynasties inside. Everyone must be careful when visiting, and don't damage the items inside."

The teacher walked among the crowd and said, "Do you know who built this building?"

There is a mother-child building in front of me. The taller building seems to be slightly turned towards the shorter building. The roof of the shorter building is inclined, and the scenery on the slope can be seen intuitively. It is a picture scroll, similar to a The epitome of a dynasty.

Holding Duan Xiaoming's camera in his hand, Chen Yanqing took a picture of the picture scroll, and then heard the teacher say, "The designer of this building is a former student of the Department of Architecture of Jiangbei University. From the blueprint to the construction of the building, It's all up to the group of students."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yanqing was amazed one after another, and also put down the camera, staring blankly at the buildings that were getting closer and closer.

"drink water?"

When Fucheng was speaking, there was an extra bottle of water in front of Chen Yanqing, without a lid, he glanced at it, "I have it."

Fu Cheng took it back, "What are you thinking about?"

When they reached the gate of the building, everyone went in one by one. Chen Yanqing and Fu Cheng followed behind the team. After thinking for a while, they honestly said, "I'm thinking about what to study after I go to college."

"What do you like?"

"I don't like anything," Chen Yanqing said, "Every day is three plus X, how can I know what I like?"

"You will know when you are in the third year of high school," said Zhuang Yan, who was next to them at some point, "People from various schools will come to introduce their majors to you, using all kinds of fancy words attract you."

For the time being, Chen Yanqing didn't think about what happened yesterday in Fucheng, and asked, "What do you want to learn, senior?"

"Maybe IT, the Internet should be very popular in the future."

Chen Yanqing had heard of it, but didn't quite understand it. Turning to look at Fucheng, the other party suddenly put his arms around his shoulders, pointed to the mural in front, "Let's go and see that."

Then Chen Yanqing's anger came up, "I don't like to look at it, look for myself!" After speaking, he lifted his hand and walked to the other side.

"He's quite tempered." Zhuang Yan whispered beside Fucheng.

"Well, I can't get used to it." Fu Cheng said.

That day, I listened to the explanation class in the Guofeng Pavilion all morning, and went to Sinan College in the afternoon to assign a classroom. For the next [-] days, I had different experience courses every day.

Chen Yanqing didn't sit with Fucheng. In fact, he was a little angry. Maybe his expectations were in vain, or maybe he realized that everything Fucheng did was just to coax him for fun, especially since Zhuang Yan met yesterday. Looking at Fucheng, Fucheng didn't mean to reject him at all. Chen Yanqing saw it, and couldn't find any outlet to vent his frustration.

"Chen Yanqing?"

Chen Yanqing turned his head, and Yang Miaomiao's big eyes were looking at him innocently, "What's the matter?"

"Why did you ignore me when I asked you yesterday?"

"You called me?"

"Yes, I called you several times when I went to the hotel to allocate rooms yesterday."

"I, didn't hear."

The desks in Sinan College are all rectangular desks, the chairs are very short, and the distance between the desks is also large. When Yang Miaomiao spoke, half of her body was out of the edge of the desk. "Tomorrow, the foreign teacher will have a study group. A group?"

"En." Chen Yanqing agreed without thinking too much.

"Where is Fucheng, does he have a team?"

It turned out that the drunken man didn't want to drink, so Chen Yanqing straightened up, "He has it, the one next to him."

"Ok."

Chen Yanqing glanced back, the two were talking about something, so he looked at Yang Miaomiao again, "Do you know that Zhuang Yan?"

"I know you, Meichen's boyfriend."

"Aren't they punished?"

Yang Miaomiao looked at him suspiciously, "Why punish them, they never stayed together in school."

Some gossip flashed in my mind, Chen Yanqing said softly, "How do you know that they are not staying together?"

"Really, Meichen said that although Zhuang Yan agreed to be with him, she was not allowed to look for him at school."

"..." Chen Yanqing turned his head again, and when his mind was full of question marks, the teacher came in.

In the evening, because Fucheng brought Zhuang Yan with him after dinner, Chen Yanqing lost his appetite, so he went upstairs after eating two casual bites. Fucheng came back about a quarter of an hour later, with an extra bag of snacks in his hand.

Chen Yanqing sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, a sports program was playing on the TV, it seemed to be tennis, or something else.

Fucheng put the things on the cabinet, then turned off the TV, and stood in front of Chen Yanqing, "Are you hungry?"

Chen Yanqing raised his head and looked at him, "Why do you turn off my TV?"

"Let's have a chat." Fucheng finished speaking without refusal, sat beside him, and asked again, "How can I not be angry?"

"I am not angry."

Fucheng sighed invisibly, got up and went to the cabinet, took out something from the bag, and put it in front of Chen Yanqing, "I bought it, do you want to do it?"

Chen Yanqing looked at the two cuboid toothpaste boxes in his hand, "What?"

"Lube, condoms."

"Lubrication?" Chen Yanqing knew about condoms, but he hadn't heard much about lubrication, so he took the box in his hand and looked at the unfamiliar words on it, "Why?"

After asking, in Fucheng's silence, after reading the instructions on the box, goosebumps appeared all over his body, "This, it's so troublesome..."

Fu Cheng sat down again, put his hands behind his back, and looked at him, "Really, can you accept it?"

It turned out that it was just rubbing or touching, the flames in his body gradually dissipated, and some emotional feelings subsided. Chen Yanqing directly wanted to make out with Fucheng, as if he hadn't considered his 'first' practice at all. How difficult it will be.

So he put down the two boxes, turned his head and looked at Fucheng pitifully, "Will it really hurt?"

Fu Cheng withdrew his hand and moved closer to him, "Accordingly, I have to wash you first, the jargon is - enema, wash it up and then let me in, if it's too deep, too fast, or you can't bear it Hiding may hurt you, whether it hurts or not, you won't be able to walk tomorrow," he said calmly, and added, "Think about it."

As soon as the words fell, the retreat drum sounded. Chen Yanqing hugged his waist and buried his face into his neck, "I was careless."

Fu Cheng rested his chin on top of his head, bit his lower lip and smiled, "Are you still angry?"

Chen Yanqing shook his head.

"How about something to eat?"

Chen Yanqing nodded.

"Do you want me to hug and eat?"

Chen Yanqing raised his body and said angrily, "Why didn't you say this earlier!"

"I thought a man who studied men all day would know."

"There's no mention of enemas in the book!"

"Oh, I'll go back and complain to the author."

"He died."

"Then complain to the interpreter."

"..."

The next day, the foreign teacher brought a card game, and Chen Yanqing's mood obviously improved a lot. The group needs four people, and Chen Yanqing and Fucheng still got together. Not very natural.

The foreign teacher spoke English all the way. After introducing the rules of the game, Yang Miaomiao couldn't help asking, "Should I just dictate when I find it?"

"No, three people have to put together a whole sentence, and when they come back, they must dictate to the person who stayed behind, and only when they write everything correctly can they pass the test." Chen Yanqing explained.

"Oh, then who of us will stay?"

"I'll keep it," Chen Yanqing said casually, "I don't have a good memory, and I can't remember even after reading it."

"Row."

After the game started, the foreign teacher went to each group's position to read a question. Fucheng and the others had to quickly go to the walls around the classroom to find the corresponding answer. Chen Yanqing stayed in the position to dictate the final answer.

There was an instant commotion in the classroom, and Chen Yanqing waited bored for a long time before seeing Fu Cheng bring Zhuang Yan and Yang Miaomiao back.

"Found it, what's the answer?"

"Heseemstobeflyingoverasnowstorm,occasionallyseeinglandwherethewindandsnowdidnotblow,sometimesunexpectedlyseeinganightskyandstars."

After Fucheng finished reading, the three of them were stunned. After being urged by him, Chen Yanqing buried his head to write. What surprised the other two was that Chen Yanqing didn't ask Fucheng to read it a second time, and there were words on the cardboard. A beautiful line of answers.

Chen Yanqing sent the jammed paper to the teacher non-stop, and said, "I don't think anyone is faster than us."

After the teacher took it, he raised his eyebrows, "Ipresumeso."

"He seemed to be flying over a blizzard, occasionally seeing land where the blizzard didn't blow, and sometimes unexpectedly seeing a night sky and stars."

When Chen Yanqing came back, Fu Cheng was saying this sentence, just like the answer he had just told him, the voice was a little distractingly sexy.

Zhuang Yan quickly nodded and said, "When I read it, I didn't think this line was so romantic."

Chen Yanqing lay down on the table, and in front of her was Yang Miaomiao whose ears were so red, "Ms. Miaomiao, why are you blushing?"

Yang Miaomiao pushed her hair back behind her ears even more unnaturally, and coughed dryly, "It's okay, by the way, what are you going to eat later?"