You Sound Sleepy

Bai Jia relied on a dozen phone calls in front of the bay window in the bedroom, and when it was approaching noon, the call finally got through.

The other party picked it up, and there was a slight movement for a long time, dragging a nasal "hello".

On the other end, Lin Mian just woke up with a soft voice. He wanted to hang up the phone and continue to sleep when he heard Bai Jiayi, and was quickly stopped: "Eh Mianbao! Don't hang up, I have an urgent matter to ask you."

Lin Mian sat up slowly, squinting, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking for slippers with his toes, rubbing his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Bai Jiayi looks forward to: "Did you stay overnight at Que Qingyan's house last night?"

Stay overnight...

Lin Mian recalled that not only did she not stay overnight, but he saw the ambiguous girl in the painting.

He must have thought that she was not academically correct, thinking about messy things all day, and just wanted to chase him like this.

There was so much that happened last night. Now that I have recollected it, the overwhelming sense of shame is coming up in hindsight. Half of the slippers were found, Lin Mian didn't look for them, and when he turned around, he returned to the quilt.

"Lonely men and widows, they are all in the same room after a power outage. What hasn't happened yet?" Miss Bai, who was being restrained, was finally able to find the fun of gossip. He was very sorry to hear that, and thought about persuading. "Mianbao , Or forget it."

Bai Jiayi said that these two people are not in the same rank at all. Fortunately, Mianbao is wishful thinking, and Que Qingyan doesn't mean much to her. If he waits for a whim to tease her someday, she must be unable to stand it up at all, she will fall into one foot, and she won't know how she was eaten and wiped out in the end.

"Don't make it clear. Even if you can't find a good hardware condition like him, do you want to find a good-quality man in the circle? Are you afraid that you can't find it?" Bai Jiayi persuaded him to be subtle, "Wait until one day you like it again. If you’re someone else, you’ll find that these are all in the past, just like when you wrote dozens of love letters for a person back in high school, you haven’t forgotten them all now—"

"It's him."

Bai Jiayi was taken aback: "Who?"

"The person I wrote dozens of love letters," after a pause, Lin Mian whispered back, "...that's Que Qingyan."

Nine years ago, Lin Zhai.

The cards on the table have been changed for three rounds, and it happened that the aunty came in with a small silver dining cart, and bowed her body and replaced it with a new pot of scented tea. Ruan Lishu glanced at the card in her hand, saw her aunt come in, and asked: "Sister Lan, is Mianmian still asleep?"

"Still asleep." The aunt removed the snack dishes she had eaten, and added, "Mr. called just now and said that he would come back late for social gatherings at night, so he won't eat at home."

Ruan Lishu responded: "I see, tell Aunt Zhang to make more soup and sober up when he comes back." After speaking, he paused, "Sister Lan, go and ask Mianmian to get up and sleep for an afternoon. By the way, put the cake. Bring some up."

There were four women around the card table, all of them were extravagant. Although they all seemed to be old, they were well maintained, and even the hands that touched the cards were white and delicate. The wife next to her heard the words and joked: "Lishu doesn't know how much she loves her daughter."

"If the one in my house is as good as Mianmian, I will let it go and hold it in my heart." The other wife took the conversation, and suddenly remembered something, and asked the person who hadn't spoken, and smiled carefully, "Ms. Que, it's Christmas vacation. Is Qingyan coming back?"

When they are fine, most of the social activities of Mrs. Kuo are to get together to go shopping, drink afternoon tea, and push a few cards. When chatting about the Que family son, his tone was more or less envious.

The Que family has a free family tradition, fully respects his son's personal plan, and obeys the law but not business. The Que family’s son had already graduated from a top overseas university with a master’s degree at the age of twenty.

Talking about his son, Que smiled comfortedly: "Qingyan will get off the plane at noon, and will pick me up later."

On the other side, the aunt came to the bedroom on the second floor and called the little girl who was still asleep.

Lin Mian was taken by Lin's mother a few days ago. He had just returned from a lap in Brussels, and it had been in a two-day jet lag.

The cake served was a small exquisite piece, which was compactly packed in a porcelain plate. Auntie brought three yuan up, Lin cotton stuffed one piece and she was full, and she pushed the rest to her aunt.

The little girl yelled "Aunt Lan" sweetly and softly, which was terribly inviting. The auntie took the plate and wanted to go downstairs. Before closing the door, she smiled and told: "My wife is still playing cards and drinking tea in the tea shop. There was snow just outside. Wait for the lady to wear two more when you go downstairs."

Unexpectedly, the little girl answered sweetly "OK" on the front foot, and stepped on the slippers out of the terrace on the back foot. She only wore pajamas, without even one more piece of clothing.

It was still in the afternoon, and there had just been a snowfall, which was thinly piled on the white-painted railings of the terrace, and it was impossible to tell if you did not look carefully.

Lin Mian leaned on the railing and looked down.

She wanted to watch the snow from the terrace, but she caught a person in her eyes.

The Lin House is a duplex villa. The building where the Linmian bedroom is located and the building where the tea house is located are separated by a garden. From her perspective, behind the terrace on the second floor is a snow-covered garden with dead branches and a man standing below it.

Put on a black coat, legs straight and slender, black Martin boots stepped into the snow, the color is unusually striking.

The sky was dim, and the little girl stood on tiptoe, trying to poke her head out from behind the railing to say hello:

"Hello there-"

Hearing this, the man raised his face and noticed that there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl lying prone on the terrace on the second floor, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of shiny eyes.

Seeing his gaze, Lin Mian paused for two seconds and responded, "Hello."

His voice is soft and nice. Lin Mian clenched his hand holding the railing unconsciously and asked, "Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Who are you waiting for? It snowed just now and it was cold outside. Would you like to come in?"

The little girl had a lot of questions, so she asked a series of questions, and at the end she whispered: "You look so good-looking."

"..." Que Qingyan was startled, and laughed away from her eyes, but did not return her.

Lin Mian stared blankly for a few seconds, his fingers were frozen and numb, and he still didn't move.

The stratus clouds were overwhelming, and fine snow began to fall in the sky, drifting in along the terrace, falling on Lin Mian's eyelashes and nose. She shrank and asked in vain, "Are you still going to stay here?"

Que Qingyan copied his pocket with one hand, and then raised his eyes to the little girl who was pulling the terrace.

Not far away, Lin Mian even saw him raise his eyebrows, laughed low, and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

Look at you.

Lin Mian unilaterally announced that he had answered this question in his heart, but he did not dare to reply. She thought for a while and stubbornly said, "I'll get you an umbrella, OK? Throw it to you from here, soon."

For fear that he would refuse, she was not vague when she finished speaking, turned around and ran back to the bedroom with a lively heart. It took a long time to turn over the cabinet and turn over the cabinet before digging out the long-handled umbrella, and stopped before walking out of the terrace.

The sixteen-year-old girl was heartbroken. Lin Mian held the umbrella and looked again, then secretly kissed the handle of the umbrella.

And when she returned to the terrace with blushing heartbeat, she was gone.

Bai Jiayi was silent for two full minutes, and asked in shock, "Did Que Qingyan read those dozens of love letters?"

Lin Mian thought to herself that she was rejected before handing him a stack of love letters.

After so many years, Que Qingyan no longer remembers who she is now.

Reminiscing about the piles and pieces that I started to make when I met again, Lin Mian bit the toast while guilty, and said fortunately, but fortunately he didn't remember...

If you really want to count how many daunting things she has done so far, you will find that there are really more than one or two things. Pretending to be Xu Tong, going to bed in class, courageously chasing him, lied to the Pictorial, and even lied to him with his students... If Que Qingyan knew it by then, he would be punished for several crimes, and the consequences...

No, I dare not think about it.

Ten circles per lie. Teacher Mu Mian struggled for a second in chasing love and cherishing life, and chewed the toast with melancholy.

The blank document written last night was still on the computer desktop. Lin Mian tore a bag of milk, stared at the title "On the Strategic Success Rate of Capturing Professor Que's Heart" for a while, and started poking through WeChat to send a message to Xu Zhu.

When chasing people, you must also pay attention to the basic law, and you must learn from practice one by one.

This is the truth that Lin Mian realized last night.

Teacher Mu Mian Chases the first lesson in the classroom: See the stitches.

Xu Zhu immediately returned the news: [My boss is going to teach graduate students this afternoon. The major course in economic law will end at about four or five o'clock. Are you looking for something to do with him? 】

Lin Mian thanked him and replied very sincerely: [I want to see it. 】

Xu Zhu thought that his old classmate was overwhelmed by his mentor's sophisticated temperament, and he went to the class. I didn't think about it at all.

The fact is that Lin Mian was indeed overwhelmed by Que Qingyan's temperament.

…To see people.

When Lin Mian went out in the afternoon, it was raining lightly, so she took the umbrella with her hand.

The apartment is near K University. Lin Mian passed by when Que Qingyan was approaching class. She wanted to pick a small corner to watch him finish a class, who knows that the terrain of K is really complicated, except for the few routes she usually walks, other...

Lin Mian did not know how many times he went back to his original position in the rain, turned on the phone, and reconfirmed the address of the teaching building that Xu had sent over.

Calculating the time, he should finish class...

"School girl!"

Who is a school girl?

A clear voice came from behind, Lin Mian looked back blankly, holding an umbrella and looking at the boy not far away.

The boy was hiding from the rain downstairs in the teaching building, and she didn't think about it until she approached.

It was the little boy who helped her take a seat in the international economic law class.

"I just looked like you from the back. I didn't confirm it, so I didn't feel embarrassed to call you." The boy smiled embarrassedly and asked her, "Why are you here? You are here for class?"

Lin Mian responded. She asks for help, suffocates and suffocates: "Learning—"

"Study...long."

Boy: "..." Why is there such an illusion that you call it very reluctantly?

Taking a look at the address in Lin Mian's hand, the boy suddenly said, "School girl, can't you find the way? No wonder I just watched you turn around here several times." He pointed to a building a hundred meters away." It’s the old building for postgraduates, and the building has been painted, so it’s hard to see it."

It was also a coincidence that Lin Mian followed his gaze, and a few students came out in twos and threes from the building behind a rain curtain of nearly a hundred meters away, followed by a familiar figure.

Que Qingyan walked out under an umbrella, which was conspicuously unusual among the couples.

Lin Mian pressed the corners of her lips that turned up unconsciously, turned her head to look at the boy, and suddenly said solemnly: "Senior."

"You're hiding from the rain here, don't you have an umbrella?" She took the umbrella to him, **** with concern, "Lend you my umbrella."

"..." The turning point came too suddenly, and the boy was a little confused: "What?"

Lin Mian passed the umbrella on his hand. Across two steps, the boy looked at the school girl with delicate facial features in front of him, took the umbrella, blushed and said: "School girl, you did not ask when you fell asleep last time, that is, you can add a WeChat-" letter.

Lin Mian watched Que Qingyan go further and further, and said hurriedly, "No need to pay it back."

"Not..."

"thank you."

Thanks for what? Who thanked whom? ? "Oh no, wait—"

The boy borrowed an umbrella and received a thank-you note. Seeing Lin Mian turned and went into the rain, he couldn't stop it.

On the other side, a student was reporting the progress of the project to Que Qingyan as he walked. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person in the rain without an umbrella, and he said suspiciously.

Que Qingyan also noticed the rain-soaked forest cotton. His eyes were faint, and his eyes darkened: "The progress of the subject will be sent to my mailbox tonight, with the literature review requested before."

This sentence was spoken to students, but what I saw was the cotton in the rain.

The student hurriedly responded, greeted respectfully, and left first.

There was no one else in the range of sight, Lin Mian Kan Que Qingyan walked straight forward holding the umbrella, stood still a step away from her, propped the umbrella on top of the two of them.

The rain is not too heavy, so you won't get soaked by running for a while.

He had students there just now, Lin Mian couldn't say hello, now there are only two people left, but he doesn't know how to speak.

It rained a little bit, Lin Mian guessed that he must be embarrassed. He didn't feel embarrassed to look at him, and whispered, "...Professor Que."

Que Qingyan's voice sounded above his head and asked, "Did you bring an umbrella when you went out?"

Lin Mian was vague: "Hmm..."

"She wants to hold an umbrella with him, so she has to run over even if it rains." Such words cannot be said to be killed...

She thought for a while, then looked up and asked, "Professor Que, do you still go back to the apartment later?"

He stared at her without speaking, he should have acquiesced.

"Then, can I..." Lin Mian's face was gone, and his eyes were astonishingly bright, like a puff of water. "Can I borrow your umbrella and go back together?" To show her sincerity, she immediately added a promise. , Said earnestly, "I can help you with an umbrella."

Lin Mian took over Que Qingyan's umbrella, the long-handled black umbrella, a little heavy in his hand.

He is much taller than her. Lin Mian has to take into account his height. When holding the umbrella, he has to raise his arms by a large margin so that he can reach the position where he was holding the umbrella.

Que Qingyan stopped where he was and did not leave. Lin Mian raised his eyes to look at the man and saw that he was also looking at her.

He has deep eyebrows and deep eye sockets. When he is not smiling, he is calm and calm, but now he looks slightly moving, and his eyes are not smiling.

Lin Mian's heart trembled as she watched it, and she felt as though her careful thoughts were felt in an instant.

Lin Mian was soaked in the rain, her black forehead was attached to her face, with a pitiful sense of well-being. Que Qingyan stared at her for a long while, raising his hand to hold the upper end of the umbrella handle.

Lin Mian was trying to hold the umbrella high, but suddenly he felt that the umbrella was pulled down by him along with the umbrella holding hand.

The man leaned down slightly, keeping his eyes level with her.

The shadow above the head gradually deepened, and the umbrella slowly came down, like a barrier covering the road, blocking the noise of rain and bringing the two together.

"Xu Tong." The rain gradually became heavy, and Que Qingyan faced her face to face, but separated by a punch. He asked her, "Do you think I won't do anything to you, that's why I dare to take such an inch?"

"In an open conversation with your own professor, which article of law teaches you this way?" After a pause, "tell me?"

His voice is not stern, but there is a kind of seductive gentleness when lowered.

I was caught off guard from being so close...it was extremely lethal. Lin Mian was completely taken aback.

She couldn't help but reddened her ears, and focused on asking: "Well, isn't it okay for an open occasion..."

"..." Que Qingyan squinted his eyes, Lin Mian's voice became smaller and smaller.

He didn't look worried, as if he was really angry.

Lin Mian's heart sank slightly, and she quickly changed her words to remedy: "I was wrong, I knew it was wrong, and I will never... you don't..." She blushed with regret and whispered, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Que Qingyan looked at Lin Mian with red eyes in front of him, his face slowed, and he held the umbrella in her hand.

He rarely used high-profile identity coercion to impose on students, this is the first time ever. After all, she didn't have any bad thoughts, so he just stopped talking, and no matter how heavy the tone was, it would be counterproductive.

"Oh, I'm still waiting in your office for a long time." A voice came from a distance, "Every time I go to court, I run faster than anyone. Asking you to have a meal is like dying, so busy?"

Lin Mian turned his head when he heard the words, and quickly wiped his eyes before looking at the person coming.

The man who walked over had a neat suit with a blue and white lawyer badge pinned to the pocket of his suit jacket. It was the champagne tie that Lin Mian had encountered in the elevator of the apartment.

Que Qingyan looked indifferent and asked, "Didn't I have already rejected the dinner tonight?"

"Que Shao, can you show some face?" Champagne tie collapsed. "No one else, just a few people from the law firm. If you don't go, I will bet on my pants."

The words were neither bad nor plain, Que Qingyan glanced at him, and the champagne tie noticed that there was a linmian next to him.

Champagne tie found a breakthrough and said enthusiastically: "This is your student? Come together."

"..." Just after being trained, Lin Mian was very interesting and said, "I'm not coming."

The other party hurriedly persuaded: "If I don't persuade you, your teacher will not come anymore. Little girl, please do me a favor."

Champagne tie deals with all kinds of people every day, talks to people when he sees people, talks nonsense to the hell, and the ability to infinitely raise problems has long been used to perfection, and a hat is directly put on Lin Mian.

Lin Mianxin said, even if she goes to Que Qingyan, she won't go...

She had never dealt with such a person. The first reaction was to look back for Que Qingyan and look at him happily, her eyes filled with requests for help.

The champagne tie made the little girl amused. Que Qingyan glanced over, and fell silent.

Lin Mian waited there. He paused when he heard Que clear words and asked, "Want to go?"

"..." She was stunned: "Huh?"

He was asking her for her opinion, and he also gave her down the steps. Lin Mian wanted to shake his head, but looked at his face and said, "Are you going?"

Que Qingyan turned his face to look at her.

Lin Mian didn't realize it either, and just followed a sentence like this: "If you go, I'll go."

The voice fell off.

Lin Mian: "..."

In the first few minutes, I promised to admit the mistake, and it didn't take long before I did it again. Lin Mian reacted and wanted to shake his shoulders and cry. In his eyes, you are a habitual offender with a long history, ah, can you be more reliable?

She swears to God that this sentence is really unintentional.

"..." Lin Mian wanted to cry without tears, "If I said, I really didn't mean it, would you believe it?"

Really...

Seeing Que Qingyan holding the umbrella in the champagne tie, his free fingers pinched the center of his eyebrows.

Angrily smiled.

Champagne tie, hair down, short message, ten fingers quickly: [At seven o'clock in the evening, Jing Zhaoyin has a dinner, come here quickly. 】

Mass.

[What are you doing? Didn’t you invite anyone again? Please eat if you lose? 】

[I have an appointment with my client for dinner, why? 】

…

Champagne tie typing: [Watching a young girl bravely climbed the mountains of the Dharma world, using her life to gather flowers. 】