Chapter 11 His Heart is Seeking Help from the Wounds
When Yuan Qing returned to the private room, all the dishes on the table had been eaten.
Zhu Yanshi leaned back in the chair, rubbing his belly.
“So full.”
Her cheeks were still flushed from the hot air in the room.
Hearing approaching footsteps, he stood up, "What would you like to drink?"
"I'll treat you to this."
He lowered his head artificially and acted embarrassed.
"I don't feel good about always eating your food..."
Song Zhiyu just felt it was too shameful to watch.
If people act like spoiled children less and less, Song Zhiyu really hopes that some people will have self-awareness and shut up.
Zhu Yanshi didn't think anything of it. He leaned against Yuan Qing and placed his order with his head down.
"Yuan Qing, are you going to the library this afternoon?"
"Let me order you a cup of coffee..."
Fingers danced on the keyboard.
As they walked out and crossed the pedestrian street, the road ahead was suddenly blocked.
Zhu Yanshi turned around and asked Song Zhiyu.
"Do you want to drink?"
The man hasn't replied yet.
"I drink."
Suddenly, an old voice came from the front.
The voice sounded old, but when I looked in the direction of the voice, I saw a middle-aged man lying on the board in front of me, who was only in his early thirties at most.
He was wearing a tattered beggar's suit, with no legs visible, and a card hanging on his chest had a few large words written on it.
——You broke your leg accidentally and have to beg for a living. Good people, Buddha will bless you.
Zhu Yanshi put his phone back into his pocket and looked up to see Yuan Qing frowning and handing a red banknote from his pocket to the beggar in front of him.
The two overbearing bosses escorting nearby were full of admiration.
The beggar fell to the ground and kowtowed several times. Zhu Yanshi's expression was indescribable.
"Uncle, your butt is on fire."
Zhu Yanshi said.
The wind blew, and the beggar suddenly jumped up from the board in front of several young men in front of him, and turned his head to look behind his butt.
"where?"
Even healthier than the mermaid's transformed legs.
Maybe the leg that was broken accidentally was someone else's...
Begging for a living is real.
Zhu Yanshi lowered his head, took out his cell phone, walked around the beggar who was jumping in front of him, and sighed.
"I'm not afraid of retribution..."
The other hand held Yuan Qing's wrist.
"He's a liar, you're just too kind."
Yuan Qing nodded without saying anything.
The beggar next to him was angry and embarrassed: "..."
The two wealthy men following behind: "..."
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After returning to school, Yuan Qing had to go back home in the afternoon, so the few of them separated.
When Zhu Yanshi returned to the dormitory, he saw a thin man and a fat man sitting in the dormitory. The two were talking with their heads touching each other.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, the thin man turned his head and pointed in the direction of Zhu Yanshi's desk.
"The milk tea is on your table."
Zhu Yanshi nodded and threw his backpack on the chair.
"Thank you."
Then, he inserted the straw into the milk tea cup and took a big sip.
Life is busy and only sweets can replenish energy!
Taking off his hat, Zhu Yanshi stared at his face reflected in the mirror on the table. His overly long hair had reached the tip of his nose.
He lowered his head and took out a pair of scissors from the drawer.
It's okay, he can do it himself.
The fat man and the thin man turned their heads and saw Zhu Yanshi squinting in the mirror and cutting off his bangs.
His vision cleared up, Zhu Yanshi turned his head and looked at the fat man.
The air is quiet.
"puff……"
The fat man couldn't help laughing.
Zhu Yanshi turned his head back with a calm expression, stared at his dog-bitten bangs in the mirror, and was silent for a long time.
No one knew the continuous screams of a groundhog in his heart.
ah--
Ahhhhh——
"fine."
Zhu Yanshi threw the scissors on the table, cleaned up the broken hair on his body, and then picked up the hat on the table.
"I'm going out for a while."
The thin man laughed out loud only after everyone left. After spending these few days together, he actually felt that Zhu Yanshi just didn't know how to interact with others, but he was actually a proud and cute boy.
My heart is not bad, I just don't know how to express it...
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Zhu Yanshi didn't expect to meet Fu Qi'an in the barber shop.
The two people sat on one side, next to Fu Qi'an stood a gold medal barber, and next to Zhu Yanshi stood an intern.
The two people looked at each other in the mirror, and the intern took off Zhu Yanshi's baseball cap without any hesitation.
Fu Qi'an just wanted to trim his bangs and style them casually. When his eyes met the person next to him, the most eye-catching thing was the row of side bangs that were cut with a single knife.
It looks so stupid.
Fu Qi'an just raised his eyes gracefully, and Zhu Yanshi clearly saw the mockery in the other's eyes.
Dog.
Laughing ass.
Zhu Yanshi turned his head away from the other person and roughly described the hairstyle he wanted.
The guy next to him was confused, and he was cutting with scissors here and clippers there.
Zhu Yanshi saw what non-mainstream was in the mirror.
He didn't even feel angry anymore. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a half-smile. He turned his head numbly to look into Fu Qian'an's eyes.
"Do you believe in this technology?"
The gold medal barber who cut Fu Qian'an's hair had a trembling hand and quickly pressed the microphone to ask the manager to quickly replace him with someone else.
Don't take away their favorites.
Zhu Yanshi's longer hair was trimmed into a neat short hair. The senior barber who replaced him had good skills and gave him a hairstyle that was popular at the time.
But Zhu Yanshi kept a cold face and no expression on his face, which made the gold medal barber who was cutting Fu Qian'an's hair next to him tremble with fear.
When he stood up and prepared to pay, Fu Qi'an suddenly interrupted.
"Put it on my account."
Zhu Yanshi was in a very bad mood, just like the cow licking its head.
"What?"
After Fu Qi'an had completed the look he wanted, he stood up and buttoned his coat with his white-gloved fingers.
This is in stark contrast to Zhu Yanshi's embarrassment.
Elegance never goes out of style.
He was the first to step out of the barber shop, and Zhu Yanshi followed behind him, still wearing the baseball cap on his head.
"Speak, I'm busy."
There were dark clouds hanging over Zhu Yanshi's head.
“It’s pretty.”
Fu Qi'an said suddenly.
Zhu Yanshi blinked, "You look so pale and weak, not comforted at all."
He walked forward, his lips drooping, looking pitiful.
Fu Qi'an found it interesting.
No one around him had such rich changes in facial expressions; Zhu Yanshi was the first.
The expression is very outgoing, without the sense of disconnection that young people tend to pretend to be profound.
"Tomorrow is the weekend, can you help me make an appointment with Yuan Qing?"
Fu Qianan found a coffee shop and took out some paper to wipe the tables and chairs when he sat down.
Zhu Yanshi agreed quickly as before and nodded.
"Can."
Then he turned his grief and anger into appetite and ordered a cup of the most expensive coffee.
The light from outside the window fell on the boy's face, illuminating his exceptionally fair skin. He stared at the table in a daze with his eyes lowered, his slightly drooping eyes like a puppy's.
Zhu Yanshi is not short, and he actually looks very good in sportswear that shows his whole face.
With the energy that a college student should have.
When the coffee was served, Zhu Yanshi took a sip carefully. It was so bitter that his whole face wrinkled.
"Eat it without suffering."
He muttered something.
I want to cry even more.
Fu Qian'an took a sip of coffee elegantly, and when he put it down, his eyes fell on Zhu Yanshi's face again.
“Children’s taste.”
Zhu Yanshi just felt that the person in front of him was very pretentious.
"Don't tell Song Zhiyu about tomorrow's schedule."
Fu Qi'an said this before leaving.
Zhu Yanshi felt that he was even more pretentious.
Then he received the hush money from the other party, put on a smile on his face, and sent the person to the door.
Zhu Yanshi felt that he was too pretentious.
"I'll do whatever you say!"
"You are my big money sponsor~"
You can't be flattering.
Fu Qi'an got in the car and left.
He sat in the back seat and could see the boy's smiling face reflected in the one-way glass.
The other person stood straight under a tall, green tree. The sunlight fell on his face, brightening the smile between his eyebrows.
The car slid, and Fu Qi'an raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Experience the joy of teasing a dog.
Zhu Yanshi returned to the dormitory, took a shower and began to catch up on sleep. In his dream, he vaguely heard the thin man calling him.
Ask him roughly what he wants to eat in the evening and bring him food from the cafeteria.
Zhu Yanshi ordered the dishes in a daze. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already gray.
With her short hair messed up by sleep, she stared blankly at the dark sky outside the window.
The thin man put dinner on his desk and left. Zhu Yanshi got out of bed, still wearing his kawaii-style pajamas, and sat on a chair eating a pot cake.
There's no way. In the original body's wardrobe, apart from the pink pajamas, only this set of teddy bear pajamas doesn't look so maternal.
The pot cake was still a little warm, and Zhu Yanshi was in a daze while chewing his dinner.
The appetites pampered by those two suckers these days are clamoring for such shoddy products.
He transferred the money for dinner to the thin man, but the other party refused to accept it.
When returning to the dormitory at night, Skinny also brought some fruit salad for Zhu Yanshi.
A box of assorted fruit and yogurt.
It tastes good.
Zhu Yanshi did not deliberately maintain the relationship in the dormitory, but he roughly knew why the other party was showing goodwill to him.
He accepted it with peace of mind, and patted the thin man's shoulder when he finished eating and put the garbage at the door.
"On the road."
"But that's enough..."
As he spoke, he straightened his messy hair as he walked to his seat, sat on the stool, and stared at the mirror for a long time.
"This hairstyle makes me look like a dog."
The fat man glanced at him, and Zhu Yanshi glared at him, and the other person lowered his head.
Zhu Yanshi saw the other person's trembling shoulders.
The air is quiet.
Everyone was doing their own thing. Zhu Yanshi squatted on the ground to open a package, which contained a juicer that he had bought online some time ago.
He reassembled it and studied it for a while, taking care of all the tedious matters, then looked down at the time.
It's eight o'clock.
Yuan Qing hasn't come out of the house yet?
Zhu Yanshi frowned and thought for a while, probably finding memories about Yuan Qing's family in his mind.
A tyrannical father, a crazy mother, and poor him...
It had been nearly seven hours since Yuan Qing returned. Zhu Yanshi opened his phone and sent a message but received no reply. He also called but received no answer.
After a while, I saw Yuan Qing posted a picture on WeChat Moments.
A river view, with the crescent moon in the sky and the reflection of the buildings on the other side of the river on the lake.
It comes with a text.
[The moon illuminates the wounds on my body.]
His heart was crying for help.
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