MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 36

Chi Xueyan felt that when He Qiao said that he liked it, his eyes were very serious.

It seems like I really like it.

So Chi Xueyan thought for a while, then glanced at his notebook, stretched out his finger and tapped on the page: "This is wrong, it's clarithromycin, not Clin."

Two antibiotics that are easy to mishear and confuse.

Where his fingertips touched, He Qiao quickly crossed out the wrong words and wrote the correct nouns.

The last time Chi Xueyan saw He Qiao's words was in the window note seen through the telescope.

His handwriting is beautiful, clear and powerful, as if it is naturally suitable for writing the most dignified notes on the white paper.

Chi Xueyan was inexplicably pleased by this imagination again.

Sitting next to the dedicated good student at the same table, he finally gave up the lazy posture of the bad student and sat up straight with a smile.

Next, at a very slow speed, he and He Qiao, who was still listening to the class and taking notes, divided up the peeled sugar-fried chestnuts on the table.

At the end of the Chestnut Tasting Conference, Teacher Zhao’s hypnotic pharmacology class also ushered in the bell for the end of the class.

During this period, Chi Xueyan did not fall asleep again, even if the open window was closed again, the classroom regained enough warmth to make people unable to open their eyes.

However, under Mr. Zhao's soothing tone, which is enough to cleanse any soul, he was somewhat out of his mind, and his mind was wandering throughout the whole process.

When the two left the classroom, they returned the borrowed things to the real college students. They only took two pages of paper full of notes and a bag of chestnut shells.

After He Qiao returned the things, he put away the paper, while Chi Xueyan carried the bag and went straight out to find the trash can.

Until he was stopped by He Qiao's helpless voice.

"Your coat and hat."

He Qiao picked up the coat that Chi Xueyan had left on the table, and the black hat.

Hearing this, he stopped and turned around, and then he extended his hand generously, waiting for He Qiao to hand over the clothes.

Unaware of the gazes of other people around him.

The most common and ordinary lecture hall, with log-colored tables and chairs, incandescent lamps overhead, faint mist on the glass windows, all the ordinary scenery has become a foil, the most dazzling touch of red.

Chi Xueyan was smiling at him, stretched out her hand to him, and only looked at him, with a teasing tone in an intimate tone: "Do you think my coat is heavy?"

After a brief trance, He Qiao walked up to him, and gently put the hat on for him, as naturally as an ordinary friend.

The brim of the hat and the existence of the companion together hinder the sight of others quietly looking at it.

He Qiao was holding two coats at the same time, and he really felt that the one that belonged to Chi Xueyan had a certain heavy weight.

"It's heavier. What's in it?"

"There is gold." Chi Xueyan joked with a serious face, "I will use the gold at night."

He suddenly thought of something, and a bright light flashed in his eyes: "Do you want to exchange coats? Then you will be the gold-haired Santa Claus."

It seems more meaningful to let birthday stars do this.

Of course, Chi Xueyan did not deny that there was a second important reason: he thought the coat was too heavy to wear, and wanted He Qiao to bear it for a long time.

Anyway, these two clothes were originally his, so subconsciously, he didn't think there was any ambiguity in the proposal of exchanging coats.

Hearing this, the man holding the clothes paused for a while before saying, "Okay."

Soon, Chi Xueyan put on He Qiao's coat, and the heavy gold went to He Qiao's body.

Neither of them use perfume, and there is no unwanted smell on the clothes they wear.

It's just that after the exchange, a strange yet familiar body temperature lingers in the breath.

Taste like the wind stays.

Chi Xueyan put on her coat, pressed her hat, and turned around first: "Let's go, let's go to the next stop."

They joined the crowd again.

University life usually consists of two spaces.

I have almost finished shopping in the campus, and there are still outside the campus.

So today's dinner is not a delicious dish from the opposite school, nor is it a dark dish from the school cafeteria.

It's an unnamed noodle shop where students often line up in the narrow alley behind the school.

The owner of the noodle restaurant is an elderly couple with silver hair and a friendly smile. The actions of ordering and cooking noodles are not fast, even slow, but the young people queuing up to eat noodles are very patient. Urge.

Ten yuan for a bowl of noodles, the noodles are firm, the soup is rich, and it is piled high with generous meat and vegetable toppings.

For most students with limited living expenses, this is the most popular off-campus canteen.

Because the taste of this bowl of noodles is also very good, it is indescribably good, like a white-collar worker working alone in a big city, when he hurried into the company with coffee and bread in the morning, he suddenly remembered that many years ago, he kneaded the noodles by himself. Eyes put on the schoolbag and walked out of the room, and saw the bowl of noodles that mother had just cooked on the table.

So in addition to students, guests of different ages also come and go here from time to time, spending a bowl of noodles and missing the old times that can never be regained.

Sitting in front of the small plastic table and chair, Chi Xueyan looked at the expression of the person opposite, and guessed in his heart that He Qiao should also like the taste of this bowl of noodles.

After a terrible lunch, finally had a simple but delicious dinner.

Probably not a bad end to a birthday.

There was one last leg left of his schedule.

Where gold can be spent.

After eating noodles, Chi Xueyan led He Qiao for a walk along the familiar path.

The sky is getting darker, and the trees are shrouded in dusk. Surrounded by a peaceful residential area, there is a wide park in front.

His alma mater is adjacent to a large area of ​​old residential buildings. Many retired faculty and staff live in these short old houses, so there is a special cultural atmosphere.

He Qiao, whose jacket became heavy, had already looked at the "gold" in his pocket during the meal break.

It's not real gold, but a lot of one-yuan coins. According to visual inspection, there are about a hundred of them, which are packed in two plastic bags, one on the left and one on the right.

It's hard to imagine anyone going out with so many coins in their pockets.

But when he thought that the owner of the coat was Chi Xueyan, it seemed not so surprising again.

They passed a quiet residential area and walked into a large park with trees and bridges.

The park is relatively lively. Some people are walking, some are running at night, some are walking their dogs, and there are voices everywhere.

There was a faint singing and music in the distance.

Chi Xueyan walked in that direction, and at the same time turned his sideways eyes to He Qiao and said, "I don't know if you will like it there, maybe it's a bit corny, but I think it's very romantic."

This was the first time He Qiao heard him describe something as romantic.

"Is it the place you used to go to in college?"

"Yes, I come several times a week." Chi Xueyan said, "It looks the same every day, but it's different."

The sound of the music was getting closer and closer, and He Qiao finally saw the scenery under the streetlight clearly.

It's a bit like a KTV set up in the open air, but the equipment is very simple. There is only one karaoke machine, a projection screen that is blown by the wind from time to time, and two microphones. They all look a bit old, but there are people listening to songs around .

Standing next to the karaoke machine was a well-mannered middle-aged man wearing thick-soled glasses. He should be the boss. He was looking up at the song MV screen played on the projection screen.

It was a very old song, but it was sung by a fresh-faced college student. Among the audience listening to it were young friends who came with him, as well as elderly strangers who were old.

"You can sing a song for one yuan, only cash is accepted, and there are no songs in the past 20 years in the library, because the equipment has not been updated for a long time."

Chi Xueyan stopped, and explained with a smile to the people around him: "It's also because the customers the boss wanted to serve at first were middle-aged and elderly people walking in the park."

"But he ignored the fact that there are two universities next to it. Boring college students will dig out all the things that can be played around the school."

So youth and oldness meet under this street lamp, and every night the meeting is full of changes and accidents.

The song that is flowing in the air at this moment is the dream written by the young people thirty years ago, and it will be sung by the young people thirty years later with bright eyes, and there are people who were young in that era standing beside them.

Music is a strange language that can erase precise time coordinates and stir up different emotional tides in people's hearts. The past, present and future emerge at the same time.

He Qiao thought, this is indeed romantic, a romance that is too complicated to describe.

He also understood in an instant the role of the gold in his pocket.

The duration of a song is three to four minutes, and it is six o'clock, and one hundred coins is just enough for a stranger to sing through Christmas Eve.

Is the real Santa Claus.

Without further words, he walked to the middle-aged boss next to the jukebox, and took out the two plastic bags full of coins in his pockets.

The boss looked at the unfamiliar He Qiao, and was stunned for a while, then saw Chi Xueyan beside him.

So he took back what he originally wanted to ask, and smiled emotionally: "Student, Christmas Eve is here again."

Chi Xueyan nodded, with a smile flashing in his eyes: "Boss, happy Christmas Eve."

No one knows what the boss's last name is. He has a slightly strange accent, and he also runs a slightly strange business. He doesn't make much money, but he enjoys it and shows up on time every night.

After the song ended, the boss refused the coin offered by the next guest, picked up the microphone and announced: "The rest of the night is free to sing, someone treats you."

No matter whether you want to sing or not, everyone starts to applaud enthusiastically.

Amid the sudden noise, the boss looked down at the karaoke machine and said, "Before queuing up to order songs, I will insert a song for this old friend—who among you can sing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Xueyan shook his head with a smile, and couldn't help complaining to He Qiao beside him: "I knew it."

Since his sophomore year, he has become very famous in school, and together with that song, he has become a campus legend that has been circulated everywhere.

Even the boss who sells a song for a dollar in the park outside the school has heard from Chi Xueyan's friends about the moment when he announced on stage that he didn't want to fall in love.

So after getting more familiar with him, every time he comes, the boss will take the initiative to play this song.

But Chi Xueyan had never sung it, and it was no different today.

He's been just a spectator here.

The title of the song appeared on the projection screen, and the young college student who grabbed the microphone immediately shouted at the boss: "Boss, it's winter now!"

The boss also shouted back: "That's right, that's why we are singing Xia Tian!"

The title of the song is Perfect Summer.

Chi Xueyan used to perform songs with bass on the welcome stage when she was a sophomore and in the bar four months ago.

Now, he and He Qiao stood in the crowd, listening to the strange college students singing.

Their voices are not neat at all, and occasionally out of tune, but their emotions are so warm and pure.

"All summer, lingering at your window,

Waiting for you to appear in the breeze..."*

This is the perfect song to sing to your sweetheart at the end of summer.

When the song ended, the singing stopped, and the last melody faded away, Chi Xueyan kept looking at the screen where the picture gradually faded away.

Then, he whispered to those around him, "Happy birthday."

Melodies related to memories can always evoke the deepest emotions buried in my heart, even if those emotions have become very faint.

He told He Qiao, who helped him finish the annual report, that at least this year, he had no regrets.

At this moment, Chi Xueyan felt that there might still be regrets, but he didn't even notice it until it suddenly surfaced in his emotions.

After all, it was a strange experience he had never had before.

Even if he has heard his friends tell about his heartbeat and loss of love a hundred times, he is still a ignorant novice before the real experience.

However, in any case, after this familiar song came to an end, and after saying happy birthday, the only trace of regret probably disappeared.

The last part of his youth, in an adventure that blurs years and relationships, seems to have been made whole.

In front of a blank projection screen, Chi Xueyan asked He Qiao in a normal tone: "There are no other links, do you want to go home?"

He didn't look at the expressions of his companions, but only heard the usual gentle response: "Okay."

While waiting for the driver to pick them up, they still stayed in the crowd listening to songs.

The guests are of different ages and singing skills are also uneven, but they are all full of true feelings and give people a naive touch.

The boss listens intently most of the time, and occasionally looks at old friends who have been reunited for a long time, thinking about his relationship with the people around him.

When the two were about to leave side by side, when Chi Xueyan said goodbye to him, he finally asked curiously: "Is this your boyfriend? Are you not going to be single anymore?"

The person he asked smiled before answering softly.

"This is my husband."

Street lamps and moonlight elongate two figures that are gradually receding, both intimate and alienated.

The sidewalks are filled with Christmas trees without snow and presents.

The Christmas Eve arranged by Chi Xueyan is over.

The time when the coordinates were once lost, returned to the most daily order.

A familiar black luxury car was waiting on the side of the road, and a familiar driver was opening the door, waiting for them to board the car and go home.

The one-way glass cuts off the sight of passers-by outside the car, and the lovers who look good get into the car one after the other.

The black baffle also blocks the view of the driver in front, who sit together in the back seat.

It was very similar to the night when I came out of the bachelor party. I walked through the similar music, lively, and human voices, and walked into the silent long street. The moonlight was like sweet cream, and bright flowers bloomed on the glass windows.

But when the adventure is over, there are no more questions and stories creeping out of emotions, no more unconscious fingers entangled.

Chi Xueyan was looking sideways at the night scene outside the window, the street was full of Christmas atmosphere, snowflake stickers, and neon lights flowing across her fair cheeks.

This Christmas Eve, when youth is reconstructed, can be ranked among his top five favorite days.

Thinking about it this way, two of the top ten days have already been related to He Qiao.

Horror movies at their worst and best, and hot summer days on cold winter nights.

The name chosen for him by his parents who love martial arts movies seems to have really doomed him to prefer to walk between the two poles.

The back seat of the car was very quiet, and Chi Xueyan's eyes were purely wandering in the scenery.

Until the people around him spoke, with a vagueness and suddenness in the night, breaking the sparseness in the small space: "Is your coin still there?"

Chi Xueyan didn't react for a while, and said casually, "Let's use it up with the boss."

So the coat that was given to He Qiao finally became light.

The next second, he heard the other party's serious voice: "It's not those coins."

Hearing this, Chi Xueyan looked back in astonishment, and turned his eyes away from the street scene on Christmas Eve, and landed on the person who was born on Christmas Eve.

His cheeks still reflected the neon lights, and the crimson hair was dyed with a dark glimmer. The moment his clear eyes looked into the other pair of eyes, he suddenly heard the belated echo from the deep sea.

"It's the coin in your hand."

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*Note: "Long in front of your window all summer, waiting for you to appear in the breeze." Quoted from the song "Perfect Summer", which was written, composed and sung by High Flag & Overload.