Porcelain industry leader

Chapter 39

Song Yu took a sip of water and got into bed.

The heartbeat was a little intense.

It can't be said to be hot, after all, I don't want to do anything, but I am a little nervous for no reason.

He already expected that he would probably not sleep all night.

There is a person I like lying next to me, who I can't even kiss or touch. Although it's a pity, I'm still very excited.

Song Yu turned his head and glanced at Gu Qingchi, Gu Qingchi was also staring at him, when the two met their eyes, Gu Qingchi smiled.

"What time do you usually go to bed at home?" Song Yu turned sideways, sleeping directly facing Gu Qingchi.

"Before 12 o'clock, it's not fixed, just lie down and go to sleep," Gu Qingchi suddenly thought of something, "Hey, by the way, where did you help me find those jobs last time?"

"Online." Song Yu said.

"Can you teach me?" Gu Qingchi looked at him, "I want to go out and look for a job tomorrow."

"Of course." Song Yu touched the phone on the bedside table with his backhand, unlocked the phone and then covered his chest, and said with a smile, "I'll teach you if you call me brother."

Gu Qingchi was stunned for a moment, before Song Yu said this, he had never realized that there was an age difference between him and Song Yu.

Song Yu is very childish most of the time, making him feel like a peer, and even at certain moments, there is an illusion that Song Yu is younger than him.

It's a bit hard to say.

Song Yu gave a "tsk", and slapped his forehead with a palm, "I'm not polite, I'm two years and five days older than you, call me brother."

Gu Qingchi sighed, and grumbled reluctantly, "Brother."

"Mosquitoes screaming?" Song Yu bumped his arm, "Be sincere, don't put me off."

Gu Qingchi took a sharp breath, lowered his head and shouted again, "Brother..."

"Look into my eyes and scream." Song Yu liked to see Gu Qingchi's embarrassed face very much.

"Hey, why are you asking so much!?" Gu Qingchi was helpless, "I won't call anymore."

Song Yu tilted his head and laughed wildly.

"You are poisonous." Gu Qingchi frowned slightly.

"Maybe," Song Yu managed to hold back the overflowing smile, "I'll teach you, let's do it first... well, forget it, let me help you."

"En." Gu Qingchi stared at the screen.

Song Yu directly downloaded an app with his mobile phone, put his head next to Gu Qingchi's shoulder, raised his arm and held the phone in mid-air to show him, "It's not bad like this one, the monthly salary is quite high, and there are rests day."

Gu Qingchi nodded with a "hmm".

"Do you have any occupation you want to do?" Song Yu turned his head and glanced at Gu Qingchi who was close at hand, feeling a little overwhelmed in his heart.

"I never thought about it," Gu Qingchi kept staring at the words on the screen, Song Yu flipped the pages too fast for him to read, "And what was that just now?"

Song Yu flipped back, "This one delivers fast food, and I'm tired from the wind and sun."

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of getting tired. Let's save them all. I'll try them one by one tomorrow." Gu Qingchi said.

Regarding the matter of finding a job, he really didn't have a clue in his mind. It was like playing with a spinning top. It looked simple, but when it was really on his fingertips, it was not the case.

Uneasy and somewhat expectant.

Song Yu patiently helped him analyze the pros and cons, and finally sorted out some suitable positions and contact information and posted them on his WeChat, "Call and ask before you go tomorrow, some people may have been recruited on the website It hasn’t been withdrawn yet, so it’s a waste of time to go.”

"Well," Gu Qingchi nodded, "Would people like me for someone like me?"

"I don't think it's someone's blindness," Song Yu said with a smile, "I quite believe in my own eyesight."

Gu Qingchi glanced at him and laughed.

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"I found a picture of a villain in your mobile phone." Gu Qingchi said.

"Ah?" The topic jumped too fast and Song Yu didn't realize it, "What villain painting?"

Gu Qingchi clicked on the encrypted photo album in the phone, "This is it, you drew it."

"This is called Tiao Man Bu Xiao Ren Hua." Song Yu supported his head.

"Oh, Tiaoman..." Gu Qingchi asked after reading it again, "Why didn't you finish the painting? Did that person know that Yinhu is his brother later?"

The corners of Song Yu's mouth curled up.

He really didn't know how to explain this to Gu Qingchi.

Two years ago, he signed a contract with a comic platform as a painter, and used his spare time to update the website, which has accumulated a lot of popularity. Although the main line of this story is fighting monsters, there will be two protagonists' emotional lines behind it. The story is on the website. It has been updated.

After the phone was given to Gu Qingchi, of course he didn't save the photo album.

People who usually like to read tanmei comics must know the routine. What kind of socialist brotherhood did the two male protagonists develop? Yinhu has followed all the way from the beginning to protect the male protagonist. It must be the first time for Gu Qingchi, a fool, to read danmei comics , Just like a child asking his parents where I came from.

Inexplicably feel a little cute.

"I've been busy with work recently, so I don't have time to draw. I'll show you after I finish drawing." Song Yu prevaricated.

"Okay," Gu Qingchi looked forward to it, "I found that you are really good, and you draw very well."

"Then you haven't seen those master painters who paint much better than me," Song Yu sighed, "Compared with them, I am like heaven and earth."

"Take your time, you will definitely reach their height one day, there is a saying, what kind of stick or needle." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu laughed so hard that the mattress trembled, "As long as the iron pestle is ground into a needle, what kind of stick or needle is it, ouch, I really admire you."

"That's pretty much what it means," Gu Qingchi also smiled, "You must be fine too."

Song Yu felt a little uncomfortable after laughing, "Maybe I will never reach that height, I am not doing this professionally, painting is just a hobby of mine, I can't draw like those great masters all day long, I With my job, I may have to get up at any time to communicate with customers even during the break.”

"I don't have that much free time," Song Yu stared at the ceiling. "When I'm free, I lose my inspiration. Sometimes I can't hold my fart after sitting for a long time."

"Then do you prefer painting or your current job?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Of course it's painting, but my dad doesn't allow it. He said that painting is useless." Song Yu sighed, "It's true. Compared with my current job, the income of painting is indeed too meager. And it's unstable, so it can only be regarded as a hobby."

"What about those great gods? Are they stable?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"That's for sure. One of their drawings is probably equivalent to my salary for a year." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi was quite shocked, and patted Song Yu's arm, "Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself."

"Even if there are only two hours a day to draw, there will be six or seven in a year..." He rolled his eyes and realized that this calculation is a bit difficult, "...it's hundreds of hours, take your time, one day, you Definitely can become a great god."

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, originally he wanted to comfort Gu Qingchi, but Gu Qingchi comforted him instead.

"Then let's work hard together, it doesn't matter if you are great or not, as long as you make progress every day." Song Yu turned his head to look at Gu Qingchi, "You will definitely get better every day."

"Yeah!" Gu Qingchi nodded like a pounding garlic.

Song Yu looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was almost twelve o'clock. He patted the quilt and said, "Go to sleep, I'll turn off the lights."

"En." Gu Qingchi closed his eyes.

The curtains in Song Yu's room were covered with blackout cloth, and when the desk lamp was turned off, the whole room was instantly plunged into darkness.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet.

He could clearly hear Gu Qingchi's slow and rhythmic breathing.

How could it be possible to fall asleep!

He touched the earphones and clicked on the sleep app. This app was filled with sounds of wind, rain, and ocean waves. Sometimes he would listen to it when he wanted to draw and couldn’t calm down. It had a hypnotic effect.

But after tossing and turning for more than half an hour tonight, he still didn't feel sleepy.

All that passed through his mind was everything he had experienced with Gu Qingchi during this period.

From anxiety to confrontation, from shock and regret to admiration.

He couldn't remember when he became interested in Gu Qingchi, maybe it started when he saw the photo on Gu Qingchi's ID card, or he saw Gu Qingchi's stupid way of teasing Xiaoyu...

But he found that he had a good impression of Gu Qingchi must be because of the blow that Gu Qingchi sacrificed himself to block for him.

The shock and emotion of that moment can still be clearly recalled to this day.

Song Yu took off the headphones and put them back on the bedside table.

Lu Qingchi's breathing became a little deeper than before, and there was still a very faint purring sound, just like a sleeping puppy.

This guy didn't choose a bed.

What made him even more aggrieved was that there was a fresh and handsome young man with red lips and white teeth lying next to him, and Gu Qingchi didn't even have any fantasies at all!

This straight steel man!It was going to explode his lungs.

Gu Qingchi said before that he liked the smell of the perfume on his body, and he even sprayed some on his neck after taking a shower just now.

Now he seriously suspects that it is not perfume but misty fragrance, otherwise how could he sleep so peacefully!

If you are angry, you will be angry. Wouldn't it be too sorry for yourself if you finally have the opportunity to lie down together and don't take advantage of it.

Song Yu moved to Gu Qingchi's side.

There was only a distance of about ten centimeters between the two of them, but with this movement, the arms and legs directly touched each other.

Song Yu suddenly felt guilty, feeling like he was being a thief, but he couldn't help but wanted to rub against Gu Qingchi's side.

He seriously suspected that there was alcohol in the can of yogurt he drank just now, otherwise why would he always want to play hooligans as if he was drunk.

Gu Qingchi didn't wake up, his breathing was still steady.

Song Yu adjusted his breathing, but he had given up adjusting his heartbeat and so on, so let him jump happily.

He turned sideways, raised his hand and put it lightly on Gu Qingchi's stomach, the palm just happened to be pressed on the waistband of the pajamas, and he moved up a little.

Gu Qingchi felt a little itchy in his half-dream and half-awake state, and pushed the arm that was hanging on his body outward.

Song Yu rolled his eyes in the darkness, wishing he could push him to the ground.

If you touch it, you won't think that I let you sleep for nothing!

You have to pay to open a room in a hotel!

Song Yu put his arms around again in embarrassment and annoyance, and this time he moved out together with his calves, wrapping Gu Qingchi in his arms like hugging a pillow.

Not long after, Gu Qingchi let out a very weak "hmm".

I don't know if it was uncomfortable because of being surrounded too tightly or something, Song Yu loosened his arms a little, Gu Qingchi moved his neck, turned over, and turned his back to Song Yu.

Song Yu's eyes widened in the darkness, and he tried not to curse out loud.

Raising the calf to face his buttocks is just a kick.

Gu Qingchi was still asleep, defenseless, and hit the floor with a "boom".

He lay on the carpet in a daze for several seconds before gradually regaining consciousness.

Song Yu's bed was so comfortable, he couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but how could Song Yu's sleeping appearance be so bad!

He even kicked someone!

It's a pity that I haven't had time to eat the chicken legs in my dream.

Gu Qingchi rubbed his butt, and crawled back from the floor in the dark.

As soon as I lifted the quilt and moved my butt in, I felt that I was sitting on an arm, and immediately bounced nervously.

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the bed. Song Yu was reclined, occupying two-thirds, no, four-fifths of the bed by himself.

All that was left for him was a space about 20 centimeters wide.

"Hey..." Gu Qingchi sighed deeply, stretched his arms and turned on the desk lamp, stood on the other side of the bed and dragged Song Yu back to his original position, then tucked in the quilt for him.

Song Yu held back his laughter with great difficulty throughout the whole process. As soon as Gu Qingchi turned off the light, he immediately pulled the quilt to cover half of his face.

Silent laughter.

After Gu Qingchi lay down, Song Yu turned over and put his hand on his waist very casually.

Gu Qingchi didn't push away, and leaned on one of his arms.

I don't know why, but in Song Yu's house, he somehow felt a sense of security. Lying beside Song Yu, he also felt extraordinarily safe and comfortable.

Perhaps it was because Song Yu's appearance brought him hope for a new life.

With a little expectation for the future, it didn't take long to fall asleep again.

The next morning, the alarm clock kept ringing in my ears.

Song Yu closed his eyes and touched the phone for a long time but couldn't find the phone. He was so annoyed that he squinted his eyes and pressed it.

He had no memory of what time he fell asleep last night, and he felt that he must have not slept for five hours, otherwise his eyes would not be so sore that they could not open.

The last moment of sobriety was when he put his calf on Lu Qingchi's calf.

Lu Qingchi didn't make any resistance.

He turned his head sharply and looked to the side.

What about people?

He stood up from the bed with a "swish", and then rushed out at the speed of a rocket launch. He hadn't gotten up at this speed since graduation.

Gu Qingchi got up by his biological clock as usual, and was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, making porridge and fried eggs.

He originally wanted to get something else, but found that Song Yu's refrigerator was even more empty than his own.

Hearing the sound of slippers, he immediately turned his head and took a look.

Song Yu wobbled a little when he walked, with a sleepy look and a bunch of dull hair standing on his head.

"Wake up." Gu Qingchi glanced at the time, "What time do you go to work? Is there still time for breakfast?"

Song Yu yawned and walked to the kitchen door, smelling a scent, "It's too late, our design department doesn't need to clock in, basically no one is on time."

Gu Qingchi took out the porridge first, then poured a little soy sauce on the eggs, and finally cleaned the rice cooker smoothly.

Song Yu watched his smooth movements, leaned on the door frame and smirked, "You look like a snail girl."

"What is the snail girl?" Gu Qingchi walked towards the dining table with a plate in his hand.

"A long time ago, a farmer picked up a field snail and raised her. When the farmer went out, the field snail turned into a human form to cook and boil water for him. In short, she was a very virtuous girl." Song Yu said.

"Oh, then I'm Mr. Snail." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu covered his mouth with his backhand and laughed wildly. He nodded and said, "Mr. Tian Luo, good morning."

"Good morning," Gu Qingchi helped him to suppress the stupid hair on his head, "Did the farmer find that girl later?"

"Of course I found out, the farmer even married someone," Song Yu said with a smile, "then the two of them lived a happy life without any shame."

Gu Qingchi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "You added shamelessness, right?"

Song Yu laughed so hard that he was almost out of breath, "Yeah, what's the matter, isn't it appropriate?"

"Shouldn't it be sweet?" Gu Qingchi said.

"Ah! Gu Qingchi..." Song Yu couldn't help but pinched Gu Qingchi's face, and pulled it from side to side like pinching a puppy, "You are really! Good! Pure! Love! Ah!"

Gu Qingchi was so pinched by him that he couldn't speak easily, he grabbed Song Yu's wrist and pushed towards the bathroom, "Go brush your teeth."

After Song Yu left, Gu Qingchi raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, the corners of his mouth curled up.

After breakfast, the two went out together.

Although Song Yu's cheering made him full of confidence, but unfortunately, the interview all morning was not smooth.

It's not that he dislikes his lack of work experience, or that his academic qualifications are not up to standard.

Now serving a plate actually requires a junior high school diploma.

Gu Qingchi sat resting on the stone platform by the side of the road when the phone in his pocket rang.

As soon as he put the phone to his ear, before he could speak, Song Yu's voice came over, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Gu Qingchi said.

"How was the interview?" Song Yu walked out of the elevator and walked towards the cafeteria with his colleagues.

"They all tactfully asked me to go home and wait for news." Gu Qingchi flicked away a leaf that fell on the shoe.

Song Yu could hear the depression in his words, "How many houses are there left?"

"Two." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu was stunned, last night he seemed to have helped Gu Qingchi find seven companies for interviews, but this morning he had already interviewed five companies, and none of them succeeded.

No wonder he was getting discouraged.

"You go to eat first, it's past twelve o'clock." Song Yu raised his hand and glanced at the time.

"En." Gu Qingchi let out a low voice.

"I'm going to eat now. When I call you after eating, I hope you can tell me that you have finished eating." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi smiled, "Okay."

"Hang up, I'll call you later." Song Yu said.

Although Gu Qingchi was good at lying, he didn't like lying in front of Song Yu, so after hanging up the phone, he abducted into a noodle restaurant.

He basically didn't taste the noodles, and his mind was full of those words that those people rejected him all morning.

In fact, many words are not euphemistic at all and very mean.

Even if there are two tactful ones, the ending is the same.

He basically has no hope for the next two, because the benefits and benefits are the highest.

Maybe you have to lower your requirements and find a small restaurant for an internship first?

In this way, when people ask if he has work experience, he can still have some confidence.

As soon as he walked out of the noodle shop, Song Yu's call came again.

"Have you eaten?" Song Yu asked.

"I just finished wiping my mouth." Gu Qingchi tried his best to smile, so that his voice didn't sound so sad.

"You go home and wait for me now, and I'll take you somewhere later." Song Yu said.

"Where are you going?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Go through the back door." Song Yu said with a smile.