Chapter 125: .My World (2)

Xu Lunkai heard the last sentence of convulsions in the mouth, Xu did not expect this man to be so narcissistic, but he did not change his appearance, or smiled: "Okay, you sign me, I will be valuable after a few years. Resell."
Jiang Qiusheng laughed: "You're interesting, if you want to make money, what is the use of signing, just stifle me and make me happy, I can give you hundreds of millions of projects, and still care about selling the one or two money for signatures ?"
Facing the pair of smiling eyes that were thick but surfacing, Yuanrong gently raised his curled eyelashes: "The signature is for strangers, and it is enough to stop at this step. For hundreds of millions of projects, I know I can’t swallow it. Even if I swallow it, it’s also Master Jiang’s thing, and it will poison my stomach."
He showed a row of small white teeth: "Since the three young masters don't like to wear a tie, it is better to unbutton the neckline, don't you think it's a strangler?"
Jiang Qiusheng's expression moved.
The light in the rest room was dim, and it was very ambiguous on the slightly childish outline of the original one, but this beautiful teenager was not as harmless as a bladder, his voice was soft, and the tone of the words was also faint, as if hidden in the deepest part of sleep The devil whispered straight out the darkest and most embarrassing thoughts.
Jiang Qiusheng did not wear a tie today. A casual suit, with a beige shirt with dark woven silver thread inside, and the buckle is tightly fastened to the throat, like a sloppy hand choking the most vulnerable level of the human body, so that the mouth on his neck can only spit out the social thoughts Listen to the bullshit.
"Where am I... seen you?"
He stretched out his hand blankly, caressing Uehara's slender and delicate neck as if there should be something there.
The original look flashed, but did not hide: "Are you talking up?"
The atmosphere between the two was too weird. In the rain and fog that Xu Lunkai was looking at, he was about to say something broke, so he listened to the door being politely knocked three times, and the steady voice passed far away: "Three young masters, there is still a minute. "
Jiang Qiusheng was only awake from his dream, and he gasped in awkward breath.
He tickled the corner of his mouth apologetically for the two of them, and pulled out an ivory white cotton and hemp paper business card from his pocket. The three characters of "Jiang Qiusheng" were printed on the front with silver paint, and the font was so powerful that he could not hide it. gas.
"I will contact you at night, my little friend," he strode toward the door, and the tone was not like a notice. "You think about what to eat within these two hours."
Yuan Rong whispered in a low voice: "Is it possible that the three young masters are Libra, and there is choice phobia?"
The man's back was a meal, and he left without a word, but the dashing posture seemed to be a little embarrassed, as if he was poked.
The main leader left, leaving two unknown people looking at each other, Xu Lunkai looked excited: "Little brother is amazing, do you know him?"
No no no, from what details do you see what we know?
Yuan Rong shook his head: "Not at all. I was really scared by you. It was too reckless to come backstage."
Xu Lunkai scratched his head embarrassedly: "Just now, there may be too many people, and it's hot and boring. When the mind is hot, you are brought over. But hey, others are not bad, they get along well!"
No no no, from what details do you see that he is getting along well?
Yuan Rong was too lazy to talk to single-celled organisms and changed the subject: "Are you going to the appointment?"
"Go, why don't you go?" Xu Lunkai looked surprised. "Everyone has invited us, don't eat in vain!"
...I want to use your brains together, it's really my brain.
The lounge is drowsy. Shangshan Building is a group of old teaching buildings. The facilities and environment have a sense of time. The style of the chandelier here seems to be back to the 90s. It is a yellow lamp without a lampshade, teaching people to be sleepy.
Originally, Rong had a bad rest. The heavy rain had not been able to fall in these two days. It was wet and dull, and his mind was restless. The soldiers simply came to cover up the water and sat down on the sofa. They also learned Jiang Qiusheng's free and easy appearance. Squinting comfortably.
Xu Lunkai pulled out of his schoolbag and listened to Coke: "Drinking the joy of a fat house and refreshing?"
The original Rong thanked, there was a lot of noise when trying out the wheat outside. It was obviously not a clean place to sleep here. He stood up strongly: "Go outside, this is too chaotic."
The speech had already begun, and it was not only impolite to go in again, the location should also be gone, the two walked slowly to the promenade.
Looking up at the watch, the pointer went to ten o'clock, which was more like a "victory" posture, but the sky outside the window was dark and dark, as if the dusk had arrived early, the dark clouds covered the vast campus, the forest hidden into a smoky gray, lost The vigorous appearance in the sunlight makes people feel depressed.
Haruyong closed his eyes and stared at his toes. This corridor is a short cut from Shangshan Building to Ruoshui Building and Dormitory Building. He has walked through countless times since he went to university, but somehow today he sees the smooth marble floor and mirror The infinite self refracted by the dome froze in his heart.
Xu Lunkai, a single-celled man, was still posing there, trying to take a picture with himself in the mirror, and was pulled forward with a black face by Yuanrong.
However, in the middle of the promenade, by the wide open window, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes smoking and breathing.
Noticing that someone was walking in the silent corridor, the man turned his head casually, exhaled a smoke, and clouded his handsome face.
It was the person from the security company I met during the break.
It is strange to say that all security is obviously in the mafia-like suit, and this person is wearing it, just like the tall and handsome president of Fengshen, not the younger brother.
Yuan Rongxiang thought, maybe he was a great figure. The man seems to have served as a soldier. His hair is extremely flat, showing an uncovered angular face, and a very scary five centimeter long scar behind his ear.
When the original appearance of thinking diverged, and he stared impolitely at others, the man hooked his mouth, nodded insignificantly at them, and looked away.
Looking down his line of sight, the thick black cloud wrapped the sun trying to shine fiercely, strangling the trembling gold thread in the head.
Thousands of flying birds squeaked crisply, skimming the sky at low altitude, this is a sign that the storm is coming.
When Yuan Rong and Xu Lunkai were about to pass by, the man suddenly said, "Little brother, do me a favor."
He took out his mobile phone and clumsyly manipulated the intelligent system, trying to take the golden light that was indelible: "How to focus? I don't know how to use this high-tech gadget."
Yuan Rong took it over and helped him focus. The man's photography skills were quite good. After another group of birds passed by, he snapped a picture.
He applauded for a while, and smiled: "I laughed."
Yuan Rong shook his head: "Everyone is not good at it. You look pretty."
The man put away his cell phone and looked away from the window, high in the air and far away.
"Before I retired, I stayed in a small country in South America. In short, it rains half the year and drought half the year."
Harmony imagined the scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's hard to adapt."
"Yeah. The recruits have passed by, crying homesick for two days, thinking of Chinese food, but there is no way to go back. They all look forward to rain. Once it rains, it means that there is at least five days of vacation, Although the rainy season catches up with the humidity and mosquitoes, the rest is better than nothing."
The man's deep eyes revealed nostalgia: "There are no entertainment facilities there, don't talk about mobile phones or computers. Any deck of playing cards must be wrapped in adhesive tape. It must be carefully played. If you break it, you have to wait another month. The surrounding scenery is very beautiful, and it's always like that when you get bored. The rarest thing is the scene before the storm.
"Several of our brothers will sit around the tree house and wait for the rainstorm to come together. Unfortunately, the shadows in nature are still the same, so the old people are no longer."
Yuanrong couldn't help but move: "Sorry, may I ask your brethren...?"
"It's all sacrificed," the man lowered his eyes, looked calmly at his trembling lashes, and smiled, "It's okay. They went to a better, happier place than this world."
For a moment, Yuan Rong didn't know how to comfort him. He had to be silent, looking at the sun quietly with the man.
The light is no longer struggling, suppressed by the endless dark clouds, there is no possibility of turning over. At this time, the gusty wind was in the way, the hustle and bustle swept the ground, the trees swayed weakly, and made a strenuous "rustle".
"You are not going to listen to the speech, why are you going?"
Xu Lunkai, who had not been able to talk for a long time, was downcast: "Hey, don't mention it, Jiang Sanshao was hit by a crook, and I missed the time."
The man raised his eyebrows curiously: "Are you still talking?"
Xu Lunkai came to his spirits, and added a bit of anger to the meeting between the three of them for half a day. The man nodded thoughtfully: "He seems to appreciate... this little brother."
"The original appearance," the original appearance smiled, "the original principle, the content is the big content."
"Good name," the man shook Uehara's slender and white hand, "Qin Zhongzheng, Zhong Zhongzhong, and Zhengzheng."
"One another."
In the palm of the hand, the hand is slender and distinct, and the skin is delicate and soft. Qin Zhongzheng trance, feeling as if stroking a snake.
Its skin, no, scaly texture is cold. There is a strange sense of flexibility in the edges and corners.
What do you think, the tropical rainforest stays much longer.
Qin Zhongzheng put aside this funny concept in his heart and let go of his hand without trace.
Footsteps came from behind, and a short young man hurriedly greeted Qin Zhongzheng.
Qin Zhongzheng nodded to the two embarrassedly and left.
"It's handsome," Xu Lunkai looked at the tall back of the man who was envious. "When I was a sophomore, I especially wanted to be a soldier. Then I felt bitter and couldn't keep going, so I didn't think about anything."
"Man has a dream of protecting the home and protecting the country," Yuan Rong smiled. "It's enough to have this protector's heart."
At 11 o'clock, the long sleepy rain finally fell to the ground.
The rain was unprecedentedly fierce, and the whole sky was shrouded in ink-like darkness. Thunder and thunder and endless knocking overshadowed the sound of all things, teaching the eardrums only the sound of pouring rain.
Fortunately, before the rain fell, Yuan Rong and Xu Lunkai had already said goodbye and returned to the dormitory.
There was no one in the dormitory. His roommate had to take a postgraduate entrance exam, soaked the library for a long time, and rarely saw him in the dormitory during class time.
Yuan Rong closed the balcony window and sent a text message to his roommate asking if he needed an umbrella.
After 5 minutes, the roommate responded with a text message: "No. Eat the oldest one?"
"Ok."
At about 12:30, the roommate returned.
In his left hand, he held two lunches and two glasses of milk oatmeal; in his right hand, he borrowed an umbrella from the library. The small broken umbrella looked like a kindergarten size in his big hand, and he could not resist the violent rain. The legs are wet.
Originally taking the meal, the roommate chilled the umbrella in the corridor outside the house before changing into the bathroom and taking another shower.
The third thing he asked was exactly the original Ben Rong Lei's favorite food for lunch: roast pork with potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, and a cauliflower.
The milk oatmeal was loved by roommates. At first, Yuanrong also thought he was a big man who loves to drink such a sweet and greasy porridge. After being forced to amway several times, he also fell in love.
The roommate's name is Guan Li, a Chinese-German mixed-race child. According to him, he came to China to study in elementary school. He speaks Mandarin fluently and fluently. However, he has almost no yellow race characteristics. Yuan Rong has lived with him for two years. He hasn't done any private acts, how to see how pure white. When he mentions it, his roommate always fools him.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Yuanrong smiled and said: "It's broken, let you take an umbrella in the morning. You don't listen."
The roommate's low magnetic voice pierced through the frosted glass door. In other people's words, she could listen to a row of pregnant girls: "It's okay. Eat quickly while it's hot."
"Waiting for you, I am not very hungry," Yuan Rong took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo, swiped several rainstorm warnings, and read it out, "The forecast bureau said that this rainstorm will last for several days, covering more than half of China... I'm so annoyed that it will freeze for almost a week after the rain stops. The clothes I just washed yesterday."
"You didn't dump?"
"It's a dump."
"You touch it, it's been cold for a long time, almost."
Yuan Rong heard the words and lifted his feet to touch the balcony. He was surprised and said: "It's really dry, I'm grateful for you. I thought it would be a few days for such a tide." He touched it again Several coats are also very dry: "I took your one!"
"No, I can do it myself."
His roommate has always been methodical and cautious, and this is linked to the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the German turtles. He took care of his own affairs and dormitory affairs in a well-organized manner.
Yuan Rong understood his temper, and he was polite: "Then you remember to close quickly, don't get wet."
Guan Li likes dark colors, and his coats are long, dark European styles. He is also a clothes rack, with a head of more than one meter and nine meters, with wide shoulders and long legs, which is comparable to top male models.
The original appearance is not short, but it is a pity that his clothes are set against Guan Li, just like the size of high school students and elementary school students. He put away his clothes, and there was nothing left on the balcony. It seemed like he had not moved.
He had always suspected that Guan Li had an excessive protective desire, which was reflected in helping him to cook and help him to bathe water. It seemed that Guan Li could not help worrying everywhere, and his weak and helpless roommate would not be able to take care of himself. .
The sound of water stopped, the tall figure of the man flashed on the frosted glass door, and then the glass door opened, and water vapor poured out with Yuba light.
Yuan Rong looked at him, frowning his beautiful eyebrows: "You don't wear clothes! The cold winter months, how many times have you said, I don't care about colds!"
The man blinked innocently, just took a shower, and the water vapor was still pressed into his eyes, which made him look like a big aggrieved dog. In fact, the original appearance is very clear, how disgusting his character is.
The white man who likes to walk naked in the spring, summer, autumn and winter opened his hands: "I wrapped the bath towel..."
The small, narrow bath towel wrapped around his lower body was precarious. He turned his head straight and said: "I beg you to put on your clothes as soon as possible."
The rejected man walked silently under his bed to change his clothes, slowly wiped his hair and walked over to sit next to Yuanrong: "Don't be angry, I can't catch a cold."
"What's wrong with me?" Yuan Rong looked teasingly at the man's eyes under his deep eyes. "Somebody wants to show me his body. I won't suffer."
Knowing the original words in the original words, Guan Li's earlobe was a little red.
He opened his mouth, closed again, and turned around, took two cups of milk oatmeal, inserted a straw, and handed it under his original mouth. The dry, as if to please, said: "You drink."