Chapter 23

The scenery outside the window is bright and dark. It seems that I'm really tired. After getting on the bus, I always lean against Qin Guanglin and quietly look out the window.

Sitting on the outside, Qin Guanglin played with a wisp of her hair in his hand and suddenly asked, "what do you think I'm going to do tomorrow?"

He was dubious about metaphysics, and wanted to see if what he said about dunjia was really so divine.

Why don't you pull the coat on your body and say, "teacher he, come to listen to me and I'll count it for you."

"No."

Although Qin Guanglin acquiesced in the name of Qin classmate, he still resisted, "you give up."

"That doesn't count." She turned to look at Qin Guanglin, "sooner or later, let you call me."

"No way."

"We'll see." Why not be full of confidence, and lean on his shoulder to look out of the window, "anyway, now can't call me why not."

"What do I call you?" Qin Guanglin is restrained by this move. He always talks about you. He seldom calls his name. Why not.

What should I call it now? Is it hard to learn from others? Baby? dear?

EH ~ just think about it. It's chilly and goose bumps. It's absolutely impossible. It's better to call teacher he.

"I don't think you can call me by my name." Why don't you raise your chin complacently, "if you want to come out, you have to tell me, after my consent."

“……”

Qin Guanglin didn't want to be numb, so he decided not to call her. If there was anything, he had to call her by any name.

He had nothing to do with his spare time. He had a little hand to play with. I don't know if it's a strange hobby. I always feel that her hands are small, soft and very comfortable.

Qin Guanglin rubbed for a while, and felt that the more he looked at the white hand, the more lovely it was. Suddenly, he felt an impulse to kiss it.

Steal to touch to see why not one eye, he hesitates, oneself should not be a pervert?

On second thought, it shouldn't be. It's nothing to kiss a little hand - what you like is her whole person, and the hand is also a part of her. It's normal to like it.

The more I saw it, the more I liked it. Qin Guanglin quietly bowed his head and gave a kiss.

Raising his head, he turned to the other side of the window as if nothing had happened.

"Sultry." Why don't you see his furtive appearance and feel funny, "sooner or later, I will teach you well."

"What to teach?" Qin Guanglin can't help but ask, just why don't the front two words speak too quietly, didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing. You are very good, Mr. Qin."

“……”

It's too bad that people can't hear clearly and refuse to repeat.

By the time he got off the bus, Qin Guanglin had already enjoyed himself. Why don't he walk slowly to the school? There are a lot of people here at night, unlike few pedestrians near his home.

"Do you want to buy something to take back?" He looked at the supermarket next to him and asked, "I ate too early. Maybe I'll be hungry at night.".

"No, eating at night makes you fat." Why not shake your head.

Qin Guanglin looked at her, "you are not fat."

"That's why you have to keep it, or you won't look good in a skirt." Why don't you look down at yourself and feel satisfied with your figure.

"You seem to like wearing skirts?"

From the first meeting to now, she has been wearing all kinds of long skirts, or sports pants, casual pants, never higher than the calf.

"Yes." Why don't you nod, "when you become a teacher, you can't wear it often. Now you have to wear it more for a few days."

"So it is."

Then he walked downstairs. Why don't he return his coat to Qin Guanglin and just stand there and watch him.

"Go up." Qin Guanglin put his coat in his arms, ready to watch her go up.

"Classmate Qin, did you forget something?" Why don't you get serious.

"What?"

"Think about it."

Qin Guanglin looks confused and forgets something

"On the boat." Why don't you remind him.

"Ah, I remember." When Qin Guanglin heard the reminder, he remembered what he had promised her. He would kiss her every day when he first met and separated.

He looked around to make sure that there were not many people nearby, so why not have a quick kiss.

Why not smile contentedly, "when you go back, pay attention to safety, I went up."

"Good."

Watching her turn and go upstairs, Qin Guanglin walked out of the school and put on his coat. The wind was a little cold at night.

Back home, Qin's mother has come back. She is sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she sees him coming in, she says, "I'm tired of playing all day. Let's have a rest early."

"You should rest early, too."

Qin Guanglin answered and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking, he went back to his room and lay down on the bed.

After lying quietly for a while and thinking about today, he got up from the bed and turned off the light to go to sleep.A little miss that soft little body, can hold every day to sleep

Night, no dream.

When Qin Guanglin opened his eyes, it was more than nine in the morning. He took his mobile phone to have a look. Why don't he send him a good morning at eight as usual? After the same reply, he put down his mobile phone and got up to wash.

Sun Wen gave him a brief introduction when he sent his company address. The studio was established less than two years ago. Although there were only about ten employees, the boss had excellent business skills. He took several well-known novels IP to adapt comics, and the development prospect was quite good.

It's about 11:00 at noon, and Qin Guanglin arrives at 10:30. It's not far from Qin Guanglin's home. It's about half an hour's bus ride, but the location is a bit off center.

He doesn't come here very often. As a semi otaku, he often goes out when he has something to do, and goes back when he's done. He seldom strolls around.

He strolled around to get to know the environment. After that, Qin Guanglin took a look around and went to Starbucks downstairs of Sunwen company to order a cup of lemon tea to kill time. He also wanted to taste what kind of lemon tea he liked.

Sour and sweet, far worse than carrot juice, Qin Guanglin sat for more than ten minutes, took out his mobile phone and contacted Sun Wen, telling him that he had arrived and was downstairs.

Although Sun Wen's name has a character, he is very tall. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall. He is a big man. No one can connect him with the meticulous work of painting.

After a while, Sun Wen appeared in Qin Guanglin's field of vision. He stood up and said hello.

"Here, mosquito."

"I see you." Sun Wen laughs and hooks Qin Guanglin's shoulder. "It's not as strong as before. It's lack of exercise."

"I haven't exercised since I graduated." Qin Guanglin rubbed his shoulder, and the boy was strong again.

When he went to school, Sun Wen had been taking Qin Guanglin to fitness. It seems that this guy has been keeping the habit of fitness since he graduated.

Sun Wen is very happy with a smile, "eat first or go to the studio first?"

"I haven't seen you for a while. Of course, I'll go to dinner first." Qin Guanglin looked around and said, "I'm not familiar with this place. You choose a place."

"There's one over there that I've been to, and it tastes good." Sun Wen took Qin Guanglin to the front and said, "why do you suddenly want to find a job?"

"More income, or more instability."

"Hey, you're not satisfied with that, or we'd better exchange. I don't feel unstable."

Qin Guanglin is one of the best painters in his dorm. He is also the only one who can live easily without work. He is comfortable and relaxed. They often envy him.

Qin Guanglin laughs, "you can try it."

"It's not like I haven't tried. People don't like my paintings. They starve to death at home." Sun Wen turned his lips.

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