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31 Chapter [-]: The Flying of Lao and Yan

"Your phone keeps flashing, why don't you check it?"

Song Qingxu smiled politely at the girl who reminded her: "Thank you."

After saying that, he picked up his phone, double-clicked it expertly, matched his fingerprints, and entered the group chat interface of "Emperor's Family".

【Empress Empress】: Dabao, when will your winter vacation class end?

【Empress Empress】: I think tickets have become tight these days, so I'd better buy it early and feel at ease

Song Qingxu dragged his chin with his left hand, and typed slowly with his right hand.

[His Royal Highness]: It is expected to be February 2, so let me buy the ticket first

【Huang Ama】: Are you nervous about this software course?

[His Royal Highness]: The course schedule is tight, but it can be digested, no problem

【Her Royal Highness】: Hey brother

[His Royal Highness]: I have been home for almost half a month, and I miss you so much

Song Qingxu laughed.

[His Royal Highness]: Hmm, I miss you

Song Qingnuo in the group gave him a big grimace back, and then her private chat popped up.

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Hey, you liar

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: You don't think about me at all. I haven't seen you for more than ten days. Do you miss your boyfriend?

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: Brother, how can I not know about your little sister who cares about you?

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: Heh, the boys are not allowed to stay!well!

The messages in the dialog box popped up one after another, and the phone buzzed non-stop.

Song Qingxu happily replied to her sister with a simple self-made emoticon package of "Sister who knows me".

[Yuanbao]: Remember to fight guerrilla warfare with my parents before I go back

[Yuanbao]: Let the two elders be a little psychologically prepared

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: This is necessary, haven't I already agreed?

【Pink Pig Xiaonuo】: I can't help you with your business

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Brother, you are really strong and courageous, my sister sincerely admires you

[Yuanbao]: What should come still has to come, why not face it earlier

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Yes

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: I opened a super chat for you two

【Ingots】:?

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: I named you CP named Wishing

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: How is it, is it okay?

【Ingots】:?a little prescient

Song Qingnuo, who was nestled far away at home, saw the red envelope sent by her brother, and laughed so hard that she almost lost her eyes.

She looked at Song Qingxu's old head portrait with a smile on her eyes, and then stopped when she saw his nickname.

Song Qingnuo didn't give Song Qingxu a note, and now he changed his nickname again, and the two bright words "Yuanbao" came into view.

Yuanbao...Yuan...bao, Bao...Yuan...Yuanbao!

"..."

Song Qingnuo was dumbfounded.

Could it be possible to show affection so secretly?She was successfully hurt.

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: You are a big madman who shows affection and love, goodbye

【Ingots】:? ? ?

Song Qingnuo didn't respond to the message, and he didn't know where he hid in a corner to feel sad, leaving only Song Qingxu who was confused.

There is another very important thing right now - the graduation project of this design software class.

Originally, there were two boys in this class, but the other boy defected temporarily and decided to join the summer class, so Song Qingxu is the only boy left in this class.

For the design of the graduation project, the teacher suggests that students should be in groups of two or three.

Song Qingxu was not familiar with the girls in the class, so he felt that it would be difficult for him to form a team with unfamiliar people, so he finally decided to form a team by himself.

Although it is a group of one person, the plot of the design cannot be much smaller than that of a duo. Song Qingxu himself does not want to be too frustrated with the final graduation project - the result of this is that he has been devastated by the graduation project in the past few days .

The refurbishment and redesign of an old square, whether it is big or small.

He had been to that place with his roommate before, and he had a little impression. When the teacher said that he was looking for a plot of land, Song Qingxu immediately thought of it.

A few days ago, I just cut off the satellite image of the section of the square, traced the map, and analyzed the current situation. I only finalized the design concept and basic functional division last night. I will start refining it immediately today, otherwise it will be too late.

Song Qingxu cut out a piece of A4-sized sulfuric acid paper and drew circles with a thick black pen.

The atmosphere of the whole winter vacation class is very tense, and the graduation defense will be held in a few days. Although everyone has been preparing, after all, there is no whole time for design.

At noon, no one was lying on the desktop to sleep, and each of them was either working hard with a pen or staring at the computer to draw pictures.

After arriving at the point, you will continue to learn the operation in class, and continue to immerse yourself in the design after eating the takeaway in a hurry after class.

Busy and fulfilling.

"Ding!"

The sound of the glasses colliding together was clear and sweet, mixed with the laughter of the students present.

"I wish all the students a bright future!"

Listening to the teacher's loud voice, the students laughed and laughed together.

For the dinner at the end of the class, all of us came together. We spent more than 20 days with each other day and night, and the affection for designing together all night is not insignificant.

After all, everyone knows the bitterness in it.

"Student Song Qingxu!"

Being stopped suddenly, Song Qingxu paused slightly as he walked out of the hall, and looked back at the girl who called him in doubt.

"...Is there something wrong?"

This girl is from the interior design class. Song Qingxu had no impression of her, so he had to show a decent smile.

"Can you give me your WeChat? Be a friend."

Girls are very bold, and the hints in their words are very strong.

She has been observing Song Qingxu for a while, and he has never been very close to any girl, and it doesn't seem like he has a partner.

The girl originally wanted to match up with a girl in the same class as Song Qingxu, but there seemed to be no girls who knew him well.

The interior design class has become a couple during this winter vacation training, so she is also ready to try it out.To tell the truth, this girl is good-looking, small in stature, and has always been more popular with boys. She is also very confident in herself.

Otherwise, I wouldn't rush to ask for WeChat.

Song Qingxu frowned imperceptibly: "Sorry, I already have a boyfriend."

The girl's eyes widened in shock, her mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, and she was unable to speak for a long time.

Song Qingxu didn't have the patience to stand with her here, and waved the mobile phone in his hand to her.

"I'm about to call my boyfriend. If you don't have anything else, I'll go first."

After he walked for a while, the girl came back to her senses, and sat back in her seat in a daze.

The dinner party was coming to an end, and plates of fruit were served on the table.

The classmate next to the girl was gnawing a piece of watermelon in his hand. Seeing that she looked out of control, he asked her strangely, "What's the matter?"

"How do you look like you've been hit?"

The girl looked up at her blankly, not knowing what she was talking about: "Do you know Song Qingxu?"

"I know."

The melon-eating girl nodded, "I remember that not long after the start of school, there was an activity on the school website forum to select the school girl and school flower. He is a rare one in our school who is on the list and is at the forefront."

"Then..." The girl couldn't recover from the shock, and asked in disbelief, "Then do you know that he likes men?"

She put the clean watermelon in her hand on the plate and shrugged: "I heard about it."

"I heard that his boyfriend is quite handsome. What's the matter?"

Under the raging fire of her gossip soul, the girl stammered out the whole story.

"Wow! This is a real hammer. Why didn't you ask him before you went to him?"

The girl fell silent.

"Who would have thought of this..."

After the dinner party, Song Qingxu didn't delay for a moment. With the ticket at 1 o'clock in the afternoon on the [-]st, he could take the high-speed train to get home in an hour or two.

This period of time was really stressful, and he was a little motion sick on the way home, after tossing and tossing all the way, Song Qingxu barely relaxed at the moment when he finally lay down on the bed at home.

There was the sound of "da da da" from the small high heels on the wooden stairs. Song Qingxu listened with his head empty, unable to get out of bed.

"Dabao, do you want to get up and eat some oranges?" Mother Song went upstairs with a small plate of oranges and a glass of warm boiled water, and saw her son's door was wide open, so she went in directly.

Putting the things on the bedside cabinet, Mother Song patted Song Qingxu on the shoulder: "At least get up and drink some warm water, it will make you feel better."

She walked around Song Qingxu and opened the window of the bedroom, and in an instant, a cool breeze mixed with a bit of coldness came in.The surrounding greenery is good, and the air quality is fairly fresh.

"Did you use the motion sickness medicine and motion sickness patch when you came back?"

"Use it." Song Qingxu replied weakly, "But these things have never had any effect on me."

Mother Song pushed open the window and came back: "It will feel better after all."

The place where Song Qingxu was sitting was covered with dark clouds: "Mom, you don't understand, motion sickness is too painful, and the effect of a little medicine is equivalent to nothing."

"Okay, take a good rest tonight." Mother Song looked at her pale-faced son with pity: "When you recover, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

Song Qingxu let out a "hmm", and asked a little more energetically, "Is the studio not busy today?"

"Busy." Mother Song raised her eyebrows at him: "But I'm not busy. Your father is in charge, not me."

She was about to close the door and leave, but before she left, she asked again: "I'm in the small studio, come and tell me when I want to eat."

As soon as Mother Song left, Song Qingxu slowly let out a long breath that he had held back for a long time.

Mom didn't show anything unusual, and she didn't know whether Song Qingnuo did a good job or not.

worry.

Song Qingxu picked up two oranges and ate them. Stimulated by the aroma of the oranges, he felt a little better.

He got up and closed the window again, turned on the air conditioner, sat back on the bed and started bombing his sister.

[Yuanbao]: How did you talk to your parents?

[Yuanbao]: I don't see anything unusual about our mother, she went to draw happily

[Yuanbao]: What did you and your parents say?

Song Qingnuo was wandering around the shopping mall with her best friend Lu Qingxi, her phone was vibrating in her pocket.

Lu Qingxi raised her head and took another sip of the canned cocktail, smacking her lips: "This brandy-flavored one is really delicious."

"Aren't you looking at your phone?"

Song Qingnuo probably guessed who was carrying out the serial bombing at this moment.

With a trace of sympathy, she drank the peach-flavored cocktail in her hand, threw it into the trash can in the corner, clapped her hands and sat down with her best friend.

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: What, what's the hurry

【Pink Pig Xiaonuo】: Are you going to come out now?My sister-in-law can't come now.

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Listen to my sister's persuasion, don't be in a hurry for now

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: This winter vacation, you will slowly influence it, let’s talk about it later

【Ingots】:......

[Yuanbao]: I don't want my parents to have a bad life for years

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: Hey, okay, don’t worry too much, our mother is still very open-minded

[Yuanbao]: ...What about our dad?

[Pink Pig Xiao Nuo]: ...Our dad, our dad listens to our mom

【Yuanbao】: Crying.jpg

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: At least you won’t be beaten, if Dad beats you, I’ll stop you

[Yuanbao]: Thank you, I was not comforted

[Pink Pig Xiaonuo]: Sister, I can only do this, no more

【Yuanbao】:......After the winter vacation, I can go back to school alive

Song Qingxu turned off the screen of his mobile phone with a sad face. The tragic facts made his headache worse.

But this is a step that must be faced, and there is no way out.Song Qingxu wanted to have a relationship with Fu Yuan in an open and aboveboard manner, instead of hiding it.

Whether others understand or not, it has nothing to do with the two of them.

But the parents who gave birth to him and raised him are the people Song Qingxu hopes most can understand him.

The hour hand pointed to six o'clock, Song Qingxu tossed and turned on the bed, made himself hungry, got up and knocked on the door of Song Mama's small studio.

"Mom, what's for dinner tonight?"

Fu Yuan poked his head at the door of the kitchen, rubbed his stomach that was a little flat due to hunger: "I'm so hungry."

Fu's mother was busy cutting potatoes, and she replied, "Potato-roasted beef brisket and sausage and king oyster mushroom."

"It's all my favorite food." Fu Yuan continued to look into the kitchen happily: "I can smell sausage."

In order to have dinner earlier, he volunteered: "May I stir the soy milk for you?"

"Be careful not to let it overflow, and remember to keep the fire low."

Fu's mother stepped aside to make room for him.

In the end, Fu Yuan got his wish and ate early, and let go of his belly at the dinner table to eat.

"Fortunately, you are like your father, no matter how much you eat, you won't get fat easily. Otherwise, if you eat like this every day, you won't be fat like a pig."

"Mom! How can you say that about your son?"

Fu Yuan pouted dissatisfiedly: "How can I eat too much?"

Fu's mother smiled and said nothing, as if I didn't argue with you, which made him feel as if he had punched the cotton with a fist, and continued to bow his head to eat discouraged.

Tuan Tuan came out of the nest, with round and bright eyes like beans.

It walked around with small steps, jumped onto the chair deftly, and looked straight at the table.

"Can my dad come back during the Chinese New Year this year?"

Fu Yuan and Tuantuan's Xiaodouzi looked at each other for a moment, then turned their eyes back to the food at the same time.

Fu's mother touched Samoyed's chubby head: "Not necessarily, it depends on whether their voyage is too late."

Fu Yuan probably also knew that he might not come back, so he didn't have any hope at all.

After all, Dad Fu spends more than 300 days a year with the boat, except for the occasional leave of absence, all at sea.

Fu's mother wholeheartedly took care of Fu Yuan at home, while Fu's father was busy working outside.It is true that I earn a lot of money, but I can't spare much time to spend with my family.

However, during the dozens of days of leave every year, Fu's father sticks to Fu's mother, as if he wants to make up for the year's lack of time.

Fu Yuan loves both his mother and father.

"Why didn't I see Yuanyuan?"

Fu's mother pointed to the plastic ball pool on the balcony: "I fell asleep in it in the afternoon."

Yuanyuan is a white fluffy Pomeranian.When Fu Yuan was not at home, it was Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan who accompanied Fu's mother.

The name was given by Fu's mother, of course Fu Yuan understood what it meant.

"Reunion" is really rare for their family.