Chapter 46 Send you a bouquet of flowers for the one you like
At dawn, it started to drizzle. Raindrops fell from the sky and soaked the ground.
When Fu Qi'an drove back to school, he saw a young man walking slowly forward with a yellow umbrella at the school gate.
The boy was holding breakfast in his hand and wandering at the door.
Fu Qi'an drove over and rolled down the window.
"Waiting for someone?"
It's another familiar scene.
Fine rain rolled in through the window, and the wind was a little cool.
Through the rain and fog, Fu Qi'an watched the young man turn around with a bunch of tulips in his arms.
The pink petals were covered with dense raindrops overhead, and were swaying gently up and down.
The color was very bright, and mixed with the bright yellow umbrella above the other person's head, it gave people a very strong visual impact.
Raindrops splashed on the umbrella, and the umbrella shifted backwards and gradually moved upwards, revealing the boy's face.
His eyes were bright, like a clear spring in the rain and fog. The corners of his mouth were curved upwards, and he smiled brightly.
"I’m waiting for you."
Zhu Yanshi's voice was very soft, carried by the wind, mixed with the sound of raindrops in his ears.
The two looked at each other silently, their eyes intertwined, and the long straight lines in the air exploded with bright sparks.
Fu Qi'an's fingers hanging on the steering wheel shrank slightly.
He clearly knew that the other party's series of actions were purposeful, but he still couldn't control himself and was attracted by the bright and colorful things.
A car horn suddenly sounded behind him. Fu Qi'an came back to his senses and drove into the campus. When he parked the car in the parking lot at the corner, he could still see the young man waiting for him on the roadside when he walked out.
The other person was standing on the other side of the road, kicking stones with his head down, looking bored. The stones flew in a slight arc and fell to the ground.
There were several noises from the collision.
He seemed to notice something and looked up when the stone fell to the ground again.
Look at the man standing under a tree on the other side of the road.
The rain fell on his black hair, deepening the color.
Zhu Yanshi trotted over, held the bright yellow umbrella over the man's head, and stuffed the flowers in his hand into his arms.
"I bought it for you, the flowers you like."
"Don't worry, it's clean."
Fu Qi'an pursed his lips. He wanted to take his gaze away from the boy, but he couldn't control himself.
His gaze was unscrupulously fixed on the other person's head until the other person took a few steps forward and the back end of the umbrella covered Fu Qian'an's head.
When faced with an obstacle, Zhu Yanshi looked back.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
"Why are you sending flowers all of a sudden?"
Fu Qi'an withdrew his gaze and followed the other person forward.
The sneakers on my feet stepped into the puddle in front of me, and the layer of water stains on the ground reflected my reflection.
"Don't you understand?"
Zhu Yanshi squinted his eyes.
"By the way, you and Yuan Qing have quite the same hobbies..."
Zhu Yanshi spoke to himself.
"This is actually a disguised way of imparting my experience to you."
"How do you chase someone?"
The boy laughed and reached out to poke the pink flower that Fu Qi'an was holding in his arms.
“This is how you should send flowers.”
The crisp sound mixed in with the sound of fine rain, and every word reached the ears, making the human heart fluctuate and tremble.
Zhu Yanshi talks a lot and never makes the atmosphere too awkward. He would say that the weather is very good today and that the birds singing on the branches have shrill and beautiful voices.
Fu Qi'an usually spoke little and just listened with his eyelashes lowered.
"I brought you breakfast."
Zhu Yanshi handed the mung bean porridge in his hand to Fu Qian'an.
"This business is so good that I get up at 6 o'clock to queue up."
"I've had breakfast."
Fu Qian'an dodged back a little to avoid the thing in Zhu Yanshi's hand.
It’s not that he dislikes the people around him, but he just feels that breakfast from roadside stalls always has some hygiene risks.
Zhu Yanshi didn't force it at all. He inserted the straw into the plastic cup and ate all the mung bean porridge.
The two walked to the bottom of the teaching building. Fu Qi'an needed to go to the Student Union, so Zhu Yanshi generously lent him an umbrella.
Before leaving, he raised his eyebrows and said something.
“…This is how we create opportunities.”
"I'll get an umbrella from you at noon."
When he turned around and left, he left behind the unique fragrance of youth lingering in the air.
Fu Qi'an turned around and went to the student union next door with an umbrella. He needed to complete the handover of the student union's tasks within a week.
Select the next Student Union President and provide a general overview of the Student Union's organizational procedures.
He walked into the rain and fog holding a bright yellow umbrella, and the warmth of the boy's palm still faintly remained on the handle.
Fu Qi'an found the scene strange. He could see his own figure reflected in the transparent glass windows of the teaching building next to him.
Holding the flowers in his arms brought him an extremely fresh breath.
vitality.
I walked downstairs to the multimedia building and folded my yellow umbrella. Just then, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
He turned around.
Several members of the student union were seen running towards this side with umbrellas, and one of the boys immediately noticed the flowers in Fu Qi'an's arms.
"Wow! President, are you in such a refined mood?"
Fu Qian'an didn't respond, but just took a step aside calmly and stared down at the stamens inside the tulip.
The painter is more delicate than the average person. When the raindrops hit the curtains, he would lower his head and tentatively smell the fragrance of the flowers.
“What beautiful flowers!”
Several girls came over, still keeping a small distance, as they all knew that the president had severe mysophobia.
Don't like others to get close to you.
Fu Qi'an walked in front holding flowers and a yellow umbrella in his hand, which was extremely inconsistent with his temperament.
The young men about a meter away from him pushed each other's arms and exchanged gossip in their eyes.
Fu Qi'an.
A man who is cold to the bone, precious and arrogant.
He talks little, is extremely efficient, smart and rich.
He had already become an outstanding person before entering society, but the whole tone of his life was gray and black.
Anyone who saw him could sense the haziness that enveloped him.
I have never seen such a scene before. The two bright colors broke his gray and black tones, making him look lively.
Walking into the conference room, the man wiped the already clean table again with paper and placed the pink tulips in his arms on the table.
His eyes lightly glanced at the few boys who came over to watch.
"Don't touch it."
Several boys sat down in their own seats, opened the notebooks they brought with them, and started preparing. There was a message circulating in President Fu's private group.
——I saw the person who delivered the flowers this morning!
A message popped up in the group.
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and countless members who had been lurking were blown out.
Then, the man released the explosive photos that proved the truth.
--picture.
When I clicked on the photo, I found that the angle of the photo was extremely tricky.
But he could clearly see two figures not far away. A young man handed the flowers in his arms to Fu Qian'an with a bright smile on his face.
And President Fu, who was rumored to be so aloof that strangers didn't want to be approached, looked at the person in front of him with gentle eyes.
The ambiguous smell almost broke through the screen.
The number of messages suddenly reached 99+.
[Ahhhh! Is this true? The president is gay? ?]
[But I still feel very unwilling!]
When did they get together?
[That boy looks so familiar...]
[! ! ! ! I remember now! Isn't he the lickspittle who was chasing after Song Zhiyu a while ago?]
[Changed target? ? ]
[I found out! They went out together a while ago. Didn't President Fu and Senior Song accompany Yuan Qing to class every day back then?]
[So who are they chasing?]
…
Fu Qi'an inserted the USB drive into the computer and projected it onto the large screen at the back. When he looked up, he saw a row of people sitting on both sides of the desk with their heads lowered, looking at their phones.
Fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.
"Put your phone away."
Fu Qi'an frowned.
He actually didn't like this kind of environment where a group of people sat in the same space, with all kinds of smells mixed together, the smell of perfume on the girls and the smell of sweat on the boys.
Fu Qian'an still feels repulsed by this feeling and feels a little sorry for his psychologist.
His mysophobia is a psychological problem, so the psychologist asked him to join the school's activity organization to improve his ability to adapt in public.
After training for a few years, the only improvement I've made is that I no longer get angry for no reason in such situations.
At least like a normal person.
The man's voice was not loud, but it echoed in the small conference room. When it reached everyone's ears, everyone consciously turned off their phones.
The gossip ends.
Fu Qi'an briefly explained the content of the election and asked those who wanted to run for the student union president to submit their names and prepare a speech before the next election meeting.
Those who registered wrote down the position they were competing for and handed it to him on the slips. After he counted the votes, he organized a campaign meeting the day after tomorrow.
Since Yuan Qing didn't come, it can only be regarded as an active abstention.
While everyone was discussing with their heads down, Fu Qi'an stared at the flowers on the table in a daze.
The fragrance of the flowers beside him seemed to be full of magic, which gradually calmed his uneasy heart.
Very weird.
The meeting lasted for nearly an hour and a half. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of it hitting the window was very crisp.
Fu Qi'an and the vice president were counting the names of the people together. When the meeting was about to end, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.
The door opened and a furry head poked in.
"Um...excuse me."
Zhu Yanshi's eyes sparkled.
The conference room fell silent, and eyes from all directions swept towards the door, and then turned to Fu Qi'an in unison.
Silence spread, waiting for their vice president to make a decision.
President Fu was very calm.
"What are you going to do?"
"Yuan Qing is participating in a competition. He sent me a WeChat message asking me to submit his application form on his behalf."
Zhu Yanshi pushed open the door and walked in. A closer look revealed his black hair wet with rain. His bangs were pushed back, revealing a smooth forehead.
The thick eyebrows complement the big, bright eyes, and the smile on her face is very soft.
What comes to your face is the taste of youth with the scent of rain.
Fu Qi'an looked away uncomfortably and nodded.
"Give his name and the position you're running for to the vice president and have him prepare a speech."
As soon as the voice fell, a black figure appeared beside him.
The young man lay on the table next to him without any hesitation, holding a pen and paper in his hands, writing on it while talking.
"Yuan Qing is going to the competition, you should help him sign up."
They lowered their voices and stood close to each other so that only each other could hear them.
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