Wang Jiankang is the director of the International Exchange Department of Shanghai University, in his early 40s.
Because of his work relationship, Wang Jiankang has a wide network of contacts and often has to meet people outside for dinner.
Xie Qingcheng had met him once or twice, and thought this man was annoying, and then he walked around when he saw him, so at best it was a "knowing", not a "knowing" .
It has nothing to do with Jiang Lanpei."
He Yu turned to look at the radio and television tower: "The matter of Chengkang is quite noisy. I'm afraid it's not as simple as a mental hospital behind it."
He Yu doesn't need to say this, Xie Qingcheng also knows it.
The school's TV tower can be controlled, and all electronic communication tools within the radiation range are illegally and uniformly broadcast videos, and photos of the police can be stolen under such a high degree of martial law, Huzhou City The director of the Public Security Bureau should be sent to the Emergency Cardiovascular Department at this time.
It is self-evident how arrogant the people behind him are.
And this matter actually involved Shanghai University, which is where Xie Xue is now working... Xie Qingcheng thought, his head was a little sore, he subconsciously touched a pack of cigarettes and came out But he glanced at He Yu and felt that he would have another opinion, so he still went to the balcony.
He Yu heard the soft sound of a lighter behind him, looked back, and saw a faint light shining in the night.
Then he withdrew the lighter, and only the fire on the cigarette flickered brightly and dimly.
Like a firefly.
Xie Qingcheng finished smoking a whole cigarette, then came back from the balcony with a light cough, and closed the sliding glass door.
"I'm going to cook a late night snack." It's also annoying. It's hard to fall asleep tonight. It's better to eat something and boil it to see the result.
Xie Qingcheng asked He Yu: "What do you want?"
"Caviar and purple gall sashimi."
"Get out."
“…that’s fine.”
Xie Qingcheng went to the kitchen.
He cooks neatly and cleanly, like an operation, everything is clear and organized. The sound of the range hood rang inside, and He Yu looked down at the phone.
WeChat message volume has exploded.
Looking at the video on the phone.
"Who is Z?"
"Z must be the surname of the victim, my surname is Xu, great, I'm fine."
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;
"It's okay, classmate, my surname is Zhao, I have never disliked my surname like this, and I can't sleep."
There are even a few idiots who spontaneously formed a group of classmates starting with Z and L, saying that they would hug each other to comfort each other.
Someone else pointed out: "As long as the song of throwing the handkerchief is played again, it must be a target to kill. Our entire dormitory is watching the video of throwing the handkerchief, it's terrible..."
The news feed also jumps to the home page.
He can understand this, the situation is not under control, and he doesn't know how the next step will develop, the stakes behind it, the people involved, all are still unclear, the official can't allow such news to be quickly spread on the Internet, otherwise it will be very easy Caused the spread of rumors and mass panic.
He Yu had a family group, and there was basically no one talking in that group. He reasonably suspected that his parents and younger brother had a small group of three. Anyway, his neurosis always seemed to exist outside the family.
But when something like this happened in Shanghai University today, Lu Zhishu still sent a message in the group: "Your father told me about the matter, you and Dr. Xie go home and let us know."
He Yu: "Arrived at the dormitory."
He Jiwei: "Take a picture."
He Yu sighed, because he thought he might be perfunctory and put him here to check the post.
He got up and opened the kitchen door: "Xie Qingcheng, my dad wants me to take a picture of you."
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "I'll just call him later."
He Yu had better say so, and didn't want to care about the group of "love each other", he threw his mobile phone and walked behind Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng was cooking the noodles, which smelled delicious.
"What are you doing here."
"See you cook. Learn a little."
apron.
Although he can cook, he hates the oily smoke on his body, and he has to manage the fried egg in front of him, so he turned his head and said to He Yu: "Do me a favor, give me the apron I'll tie it up."
He Yu: "..." He really became his little secret.
"What are you looking at, what are you doing standing there, hurry up."
"How does this thing work?"
"...you really don't touch the spring water with ten fingers."
"It's not that I don't know how to tie it. I have used it, but I have never used it for anyone."
"Do it yourself."
He Yu thought about it and it became clear that it was not difficult, so he walked behind Xie Qingcheng and wrapped the apron around him to tie it.
He Yu found Xie Qingcheng's waist very thin again when he was tying it. He just watched it coldly before, but this time he took a rope around his waist and went around it, and he had to slap it on the back. knot.
He Yu was taller than Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng stood in front of the stove, He Yu stood behind him, lowered his eyes and let Xie Qingcheng carefully tie the knot and lift it up again When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Qingchen's neck lowered.
Very white, almost transparent porcelain white.
There is a little red mole on the side of the back of the neck.
He has never seen Xie Qingcheng's neck from this angle before. When he was a child, he couldn't see it as high as him, and when we met again, he never seriously looked at Xie Qingcheng's neck from behind. It was not until now that he realized that Xie Qingcheng's neck was very beautiful. He subconsciously said, "Xie Qingcheng, there is a mole on the back of your neck."
Added another sentence.
"Red."
His voice was very close, and it was close to his neck. Xie Qingcheng's male instinct made him feel a little bit stabbed, and he turned his head.
Stupid guy is really stupid.
In this case, he turned back because of male territorial awareness, wanting to confirm his safety and distance himself.
distance?
Dragonfly touch, embarrassment like wildfire.
Extremely stiff.
He Yu: "…"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
His sense of oppression and aggression is very strong, he coldly pressed against He Yu's chest and pushed him away.
The faces of the two were very ugly for a while, staring at each other not knowing what to say.
Sorry?
That was also Xie Qingcheng's head back, He Yu couldn't apologize, Xie Qingcheng even more impossible.
What are you doing?
…Obviously, you don’t need to ask, this is just a tragic coincidence caused by a straight man’s brainlessness.
The two froze for a while, and suddenly there was a strange smell in the pot.
He Yu came back to his senses and said to Xie Qing, "It's burnt!"
Xie Qingcheng turned back immediately, and sure enough, the side of the fried egg had turned black.
“…”
He hasn't scorched his fried eggs since he was eight years old, and today he really has blood mold.
Xie Qingcheng pressed the fire, removed the pan, and said to He Yu, "What are you doing here with a pestle? Go out."
After he finished speaking, he took out a kitchen towel, and wiped the side of his ear and cheek that had been touched by He Yu's lips with a cold expression.
He Yu: "…"
This kind of inadvertent lip touch is different from the previous deliberately tricky confrontation.
He Yu also felt quite uncomfortable, he said nothing, bowed his head and went out. After returning to the living room, he felt a little uncomfortable, and felt that Xie Qingcheng's eyes were too cold, with a clear sense of rejection and looking down.
He Yu didn't like this feeling.
He was suppressed by Xie Qingcheng since he was a child, and when he met Xie Qingcheng after going to college, he slowly corrected his shadow that Xie Qingcheng originated from his childhood, and even had many times Take the initiative in the relationship between the two.
But with that look just now, He Yu was immediately hooked into the memory again - Xie Qingcheng or Xie Qingcheng, still able to use bayonet-like eyes, calmly, critically, overlooking everything about him.
Xie Qingcheng still occupies an absolute dominant position.
As I was thinking, the phone suddenly rang.
He Yu was absent-minded, thinking it was a call from He Jiwei who was impatient, and answered it.
"Hello."
"Hey, Brother Xie, I just finished my mission and was able to make a phone call when I saw something happened near your school. Brother, wait a minute, I'll come over now, I'm not worried about you... "
He Yu held the phone away from him, only to realize that he had made a mistake. He was answering Xie Qingcheng's call.
The caller ID is a person with the note "Chen slow".
Listening to the voice is a frizzy and frizzy teenager.
Also a brother, very calm and intimate.
He Yu and Chen Man had met before. They had a meal with Xie Qingcheng in the cafeteria and chatted for a while.
But unfortunately, neither of them reported their names at that time.
The time interval was a little longer, and the voice was a little distorted on the phone, so neither of them could tell the identity of the other.
He Yu felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. He glanced at Xie Qingcheng who was still in the kitchen brushing the pan and re-frying eggs, got up and walked to the balcony.
"Brother, why don't you speak? You..."
He Yu closed the balcony door and said politely, "May I ask who you are?"
"Hey? Isn't it Brother Xie?" The other party was obviously stunned, "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Dr. Xie."
"Oh, then you can call my brother on the phone."
He Yu smiled, but his voice was even colder. He said, "Xie Qingcheng doesn't seem to have a younger brother. Where are you relatives from? I have never heard him talk about it."
Chen paused for a while, he was not stupid, he heard that the person who answered the phone was picking on things here.
Officer Chen is a policeman after all, he has always been the only one to judge others, how can anyone try him as soon as they come up?
And if you listen carefully, the other party should be a man of the same age as you. At this point in time, who is the young boy who can stay with Xie Qingcheng when such a thing happens?
Chen slow never thought of it for a while, and he also forgot the fan friend with whom he had a good chat that day.
He was wary and suspicious of He Yu: "Who are you. Which friend? Brother Xie has only a few friends, I should know them all."
He Yu smiled, looking at the scarlet radio and television tower, which made his pupils look a little dark.
He didn't really need to report his family, but he still said: "My name is He Yu."
"He didn't tell me about you."
He Yu's expression remained unchanged, looking at the tower as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
He suddenly realized that his and Xie Qingcheng's social circles did not overlap much.
This surnamed Chen…
"He Yu, what's the matter?" The sliding door behind him was suddenly opened, and Xie Qingcheng stood there.
“…there was a call, I got it wrong and I picked it up.”
Xie Qingcheng: "Whose."
"Chen slow."
As soon as Xie Qingcheng heard the name, he took the mobile phone from He Yu's hand, turned around and went into the house to answer the call.
He Yu stood there silently watching.
Xie Qingcheng is a very indifferent person, who is not easy to show interest and concern to others. Except for Xie Xue, basically no one could arouse his excessive attention.
But this Chen slow seems to be an exception.
He Yu was inexplicably more uncomfortable.
Wang Jiankang is the director of the International Exchange Department of Shanghai University, in his early 40s.
Because of his work relationship, Wang Jiankang has a wide network of contacts and often has to meet people outside for dinner.
Xie Qingcheng had met him once or twice, and thought this man was annoying, and then he walked around when he saw him, so at best it was a "knowing", not a "knowing" .
It has nothing to do with Jiang Lanpei."
He Yu turned to look at the radio and television tower: "The matter of Chengkang is quite noisy. I'm afraid it's not as simple as a mental hospital behind it."
He Yu doesn't need to say this, Xie Qingcheng also knows it.
The school's TV tower can be controlled, and all electronic communication tools within the radiation range are illegally and uniformly broadcast videos, and photos of the police can be stolen under such a high degree of martial law, Huzhou City The director of the Public Security Bureau should be sent to the Emergency Cardiovascular Department at this time.
It is self-evident how arrogant the people behind him are.
And this matter actually involved Shanghai University, which is where Xie Xue is now working... Xie Qingcheng thought, his head was a little sore, he subconsciously touched a pack of cigarettes and came out But he glanced at He Yu and felt that he would have another opinion, so he still went to the balcony.
He Yu heard the soft sound of a lighter behind him, looked back, and saw a faint light shining in the night.
Then he withdrew the lighter, and only the fire on the cigarette flickered brightly and dimly.
Like a firefly.
Xie Qingcheng finished smoking a whole cigarette, then came back from the balcony with a light cough, and closed the sliding glass door.
"I'm going to cook a late night snack." It's also annoying. It's hard to fall asleep tonight. It's better to eat something and boil it to see the result.
Xie Qingcheng asked He Yu: "What do you want?"
"Caviar and purple gall sashimi."
"Get out."
“…that’s fine.”
Xie Qingcheng went to the kitchen.
He cooks neatly and cleanly, like an operation, everything is clear and organized. The sound of the range hood rang inside, and He Yu looked down at the phone.
WeChat message volume has exploded.
Looking at the video on the phone.
"Who is Z?"
"Z must be the surname of the victim, my surname is Xu, great, I'm fine."
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;
"It's okay, classmate, my surname is Zhao, I have never disliked my surname like this, and I can't sleep."
There are even a few idiots who spontaneously formed a group of classmates starting with Z and L, saying that they would hug each other to comfort each other.
Someone else pointed out: "As long as the song of throwing the handkerchief is played again, it must be a target to kill. Our entire dormitory is watching the video of throwing the handkerchief, it's terrible..."
The news feed also jumps to the home page.
He can understand this, the situation is not under control, and he doesn't know how the next step will develop, the stakes behind it, the people involved, all are still unclear, the official can't allow such news to be quickly spread on the Internet, otherwise it will be very easy Caused the spread of rumors and mass panic.
He Yu had a family group, and there was basically no one talking in that group. He reasonably suspected that his parents and younger brother had a small group of three. Anyway, his neurosis always seemed to exist outside the family.
But when something like this happened in Shanghai University today, Lu Zhishu still sent a message in the group: "Your father told me about the matter, you and Dr. Xie go home and let us know."
He Yu: "Arrived at the dormitory."
He Jiwei: "Take a picture."
He Yu sighed, because he thought he might be perfunctory and put him here to check the post.
He got up and opened the kitchen door: "Xie Qingcheng, my dad wants me to take a picture of you."
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "I'll just call him later."
He Yu had better say so, and didn't want to care about the group of "love each other", he threw his mobile phone and walked behind Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng was cooking the noodles, which smelled delicious.
"What are you doing here."
"See you cook. Learn a little."
apron.
Although he can cook, he hates the oily smoke on his body, and he has to manage the fried egg in front of him, so he turned his head and said to He Yu: "Do me a favor, give me the apron I'll tie it up."
He Yu: "..." He really became his little secret.
"What are you looking at, what are you doing standing there, hurry up."
"How does this thing work?"
"...you really don't touch the spring water with ten fingers."
"It's not that I don't know how to tie it. I have used it, but I have never used it for anyone."
"Do it yourself."
He Yu thought about it and it became clear that it was not difficult, so he walked behind Xie Qingcheng and wrapped the apron around him to tie it.
He Yu found Xie Qingcheng's waist very thin again when he was tying it. He just watched it coldly before, but this time he took a rope around his waist and went around it, and he had to slap it on the back. knot.
He Yu was taller than Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng stood in front of the stove, He Yu stood behind him, lowered his eyes and let Xie Qingcheng carefully tie the knot and lift it up again When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Qingchen's neck lowered.
Very white, almost transparent porcelain white.
There is a little red mole on the side of the back of the neck.
He has never seen Xie Qingcheng's neck from this angle before. When he was a child, he couldn't see it as high as him, and when we met again, he never seriously looked at Xie Qingcheng's neck from behind. It was not until now that he realized that Xie Qingcheng's neck was very beautiful. He subconsciously said, "Xie Qingcheng, there is a mole on the back of your neck."
Added another sentence.
"Red."
His voice was very close, and it was close to his neck. Xie Qingcheng's male instinct made him feel a little bit stabbed, and he turned his head.
Stupid guy is really stupid.
In this case, he turned back because of male territorial awareness, wanting to confirm his safety and distance himself.
distance?
Dragonfly touch, embarrassment like wildfire.
Extremely stiff.
He Yu: "…"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
His sense of oppression and aggression is very strong, he coldly pressed against He Yu's chest and pushed him away.
The faces of the two were very ugly for a while, staring at each other not knowing what to say.
Sorry?
That was also Xie Qingcheng's head back, He Yu couldn't apologize, Xie Qingcheng even more impossible.
What are you doing?
…Obviously, you don’t need to ask, this is just a tragic coincidence caused by a straight man’s brainlessness.
The two froze for a while, and suddenly there was a strange smell in the pot.
He Yu came back to his senses and said to Xie Qing, "It's burnt!"
Xie Qingcheng turned back immediately, and sure enough, the side of the fried egg had turned black.
“…”
He hasn't scorched his fried eggs since he was eight years old, and today he really has blood mold.
Xie Qingcheng pressed the fire, removed the pan, and said to He Yu, "What are you doing here with a pestle? Go out."
After he finished speaking, he took out a kitchen towel, and wiped the side of his ear and cheek that had been touched by He Yu's lips with a cold expression.
He Yu: "…"
This kind of inadvertent lip touch is different from the previous deliberately tricky confrontation.
He Yu also felt quite uncomfortable, he said nothing, bowed his head and went out. After returning to the living room, he felt a little uncomfortable, and felt that Xie Qingcheng's eyes were too cold, with a clear sense of rejection and looking down.
He Yu didn't like this feeling.
He was suppressed by Xie Qingcheng since he was a child, and when he met Xie Qingcheng after going to college, he slowly corrected his shadow that Xie Qingcheng originated from his childhood, and even had many times Take the initiative in the relationship between the two.
But with that look just now, He Yu was immediately hooked into the memory again - Xie Qingcheng or Xie Qingcheng, still able to use bayonet-like eyes, calmly, critically, overlooking everything about him.
Xie Qingcheng still occupies an absolute dominant position.
As I was thinking, the phone suddenly rang.
He Yu was absent-minded, thinking it was a call from He Jiwei who was impatient, and answered it.
"Hello."
"Hey, Brother Xie, I just finished my mission and was able to make a phone call when I saw something happened near your school. Brother, wait a minute, I'll come over now, I'm not worried about you... "
He Yu held the phone away from him, only to realize that he had made a mistake. He was answering Xie Qingcheng's call.
The caller ID is a person with the note "Chen slow".
Listening to the voice is a frizzy and frizzy teenager.
Also a brother, very calm and intimate.
He Yu and Chen Man had met before. They had a meal with Xie Qingcheng in the cafeteria and chatted for a while.
But unfortunately, neither of them reported their names at that time.
The time interval was a little longer, and the voice was a little distorted on the phone, so neither of them could tell the identity of the other.
He Yu felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. He glanced at Xie Qingcheng who was still in the kitchen brushing the pan and re-frying eggs, got up and walked to the balcony.
"Brother, why don't you speak? You..."
He Yu closed the balcony door and said politely, "May I ask who you are?"
"Hey? Isn't it Brother Xie?" The other party was obviously stunned, "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Dr. Xie."
"Oh, then you can call my brother on the phone."
He Yu smiled, but his voice was even colder. He said, "Xie Qingcheng doesn't seem to have a younger brother. Where are you relatives from? I have never heard him talk about it."
Chen paused for a while, he was not stupid, he heard that the person who answered the phone was picking on things here.
Officer Chen is a policeman after all, he has always been the only one to judge others, how can anyone try him as soon as they come up?
And if you listen carefully, the other party should be a man of the same age as you. At this point in time, who is the young boy who can stay with Xie Qingcheng when such a thing happens?
Chen slow never thought of it for a while, and he also forgot the fan friend with whom he had a good chat that day.
He was wary and suspicious of He Yu: "Who are you. Which friend? Brother Xie has only a few friends, I should know them all."
He Yu smiled, looking at the scarlet radio and television tower, which made his pupils look a little dark.
He didn't really need to report his family, but he still said: "My name is He Yu."
"He didn't tell me about you."
He Yu's expression remained unchanged, looking at the tower as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
He suddenly realized that his and Xie Qingcheng's social circles did not overlap much.
This surnamed Chen…
"He Yu, what's the matter?" The sliding door behind him was suddenly opened, and Xie Qingcheng stood there.
“…there was a call, I got it wrong and I picked it up.”
Xie Qingcheng: "Whose."
"Chen slow."
As soon as Xie Qingcheng heard the name, he took the mobile phone from He Yu's hand, turned around and went into the house to answer the call.
He Yu stood there silently watching.
Xie Qingcheng is a very indifferent person, who is not easy to show interest and concern to others. Except for Xie Xue, basically no one could arouse his excessive attention.
But this Chen slow seems to be an exception.
He Yu was inexplicably more uncomfortable.
