You Sound Sleepy

Three days after returning from the club, the editor called Lin Mian.

The next issue of the magazine will be a column interview with teacher Mu Mian. Before that, the editor discussed the time with Lin Mian, and brought two assistants over the next day.

Two assistants were brought, one in charge of Q&A transcripts and one in charge of photography. The three people used the equipment to find a circle in Linmian's apartment, but failed to find a place to set up the interview set.

"Teacher," the editor patrols from the living room to the bedroom, then enters the Lin Mian's work room. He probes from the work room for the third time and can't help discussing, "Can you temporarily remove the poster on the wall?"

In fact, according to the environment, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the workplace are facing the sun, and the lighting is very good, which is very suitable for the interview photos.

But Mr. Mu Mian, a cartoonist who draws a girl who loves comics, puts up posters of horror movies in his workroom, and just a shot is a midnight horror bell. Should this interview be done?

Two days ago, Lin Mian took the time to go to the club. After returning, he repeatedly recalled the kiss that he could not kiss successfully on tiptoe. The revolutionary fighting spirit temporarily died down, and he was idly depressed in the apartment until now, and owed a lot of manuscripts. .

At this moment, she took time out of the manuscript and poked her head out, her forehead touched the pressure-sensitive pen for a while, and she reluctantly said: "These are limited-edition posters... tear me if you want to tear it."

"If you don't tear it off, you can cover it." The editor gave in. "The sample book I sent in the past contains posters around the comic book. Otherwise, cover it with those posters first. By the way, teacher, where did you put those posters? ?"

Teacher Mu Mian coughed and replied softly: "Forgot."

The girl's sample books sent by the editor before, without exception, would be stuffed deep in the corner of the bookcase by her, and it was difficult to find them, not to mention the surrounding posters.

"..." I have never seen any manga artist who does not wait to see a girl who draws by himself. The editor grinned his teeth and said directly, "Then find the manuscript of the comic and post it."

There is no shortage of scrapped comic manuscripts in the workplace. The editor and two assistants turned over a stack of manuscripts on the table and turned out a few decent ones, intending to cover up the posters on the wall.

After a while, the editor took the draft, looked at it and asked in confusion: "Teacher, is this a new role to play next time?"

The two sketches in hand are the same two people.

On one of the manuscripts, the little girl pulled the man's tie and kissed it aggressively.

In the other one, the little girl stepped on the man's leather shoes and still kissed domineeringly.

Teacher Mu Mian followed after watching for a while, and faintly replied, "No, I was doing the simulation exercise."

The last four words were spoken word by word, obviously resentful.

Lin Mian spilled wine in the clubhouse twice that day, and when she finished eating, Que Qingyan drove her back to the apartment.

Before she left, she had only time to say hello to Que Min and the others, and she hadn't explained living in the same apartment. Que Min acquiesced in his heart that the two had already lived together, smiled meaningfully, and eagerly left Lin Mian's phone number before leaving.

In the car, Lin Mian thought for a moment, but still asked: "I don't live with you...Isn't it okay if you don't explain it to them? Will it be bad for you?"

Que Qingyan drove the car and said: "I will call Que Min to explain this clearly." After a pause, he said, "She is not a nonsense person, so don't worry too much."

"No, I'm not worried about myself." Lin Mian added in a low voice, "...I'm afraid you would mind."

She didn't feel embarrassed to say that, because of the secret and dirty thoughts in her heart, just when Que Min misunderstood them together, she actually didn't want to clarify so quickly.

Lin Mian blushed and smirked, she was so shameless.

Thinking of the missed kiss just now, Lin Mian felt sorry to scratch the window glass again. She turned her head, and through the reflection of the car window, she saw Que Qingyan that the main driver was driving the car. He was paying attention to the road conditions, his brows were picturesque, and his profound profile was reflected on the car window.

Lin Mian's red eartips quietly stretched out his hand, rubbed his lips with his fingertips on the reflection of the car window, and then quickly retracted his hand.

"Clothes..." Lin Mian suddenly thought of something and turned around, "I still wear the clothes. When I go back and wash the clothes, I will return you tomorrow."

She had spilled wine on her skirt, and she had borrowed her clothes from Que Min.

"The clothes will be returned in two days." Que Qing said after a pause, "I will have a lecture in S city in a few days, and I won't be in the apartment."

He is gone these days...

Lin Mian pursed his lips: "When will you... leave?"

"Tonight." Que Qingyan noticed her hesitation and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

On his flight tonight, he took her to the clubhouse for dinner at noon, and now he takes her back to the apartment... it will take a lot of time to pack her luggage.

Lin Mian suddenly discovered that although she particularly liked Que Qingyan, she didn't know anything about his work and life arrangements. Obviously, she was in a dark state, and sometimes she didn't even know as much as Xu Zhu.

She wants to squeeze into his life, it is not enough to imply and expressly, she must... must find an upright reason.

Lin Mian felt a little flustered for no reason. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can I chase you?"

"..."

The car drove through the damping belt and came to a halt before a red light.

Waiting for the red light, Que Qingyan turned his face to look at Lin Mian, his brows and eyes were covered by the light with a constricted outline, his black eyes were dark, and he did not answer.

Lin Mian met his gaze, and the prepared explanation instantly got stuck: "I, I won't chase people, it's the first time to chase you."

"So I don't understand a lot of things," she simply thought of what to say, a passage exhausted all her life's cheeky, she said without giving up, "Sometimes when I don't know how to chase you, can you be like...like That way at noon... teach me?"

At noon, Que Qingyan is only teaching her words, if she really acts...

Lin Mian imagined the scene and felt that he would be sent to the hospital for tachycardia immediately.

Chasing people can be so courageous and straightforward, Teacher Mu Mian is the first in history.

After hearing these words, Que Qingyan pinched his eyebrows and smiled.

At the birthday party that day, Que Min asked him where he picked up such a baby.

It's really...

"You want to chase me, and you want me to teach you how to chase it." Que cleared his words and asked her calmly, "Lin Mian, who gave you the courage?"

When this question came to him, the ending was suppressed, and there was no stern tone of questioning, but it was like a simple question. To Lin Mian, it sounded a bit ascetic and sultry for no reason.

Her face was hot, and she happily replied: "...you, you." The voice was too low, and I didn't know if the other party heard it.

At the moment the red light was over, Que Qingyan turned and drove back into the city.

Lin Mian was still waiting for his answer, curled up his fingertips, and asked in a loud voice, "Can't it?"

If others had said this to Que Shao, he would have been thrown out of the car with a cold face.

Que Qingyan tapped his slender fingers on the steering wheel and glanced at the time.

He groaned back: "I'll talk about it when I come back."

Because of Que Qing's words, Lin Mian has been extremely tortured these few days.

So when I was interviewed by the magazine, I was still in a state of absent-minded distraction.

Que Qingyan didn't reply to her immediately, because she felt that her determination to chase him was not so strong, so she was testing her?

Otherwise...otherwise why leave her hanging?

"...Next question," the editor smiled. "Then I want to ask, as a best-selling girl cartoonist, do you have any hobbies as a teacher? For example, Teacher Guan Tao usually likes to travel to a small town..."

Lin Mian: "Watch horror movies."

"..." The editor kept smiling and turned to the assistant holding the recording pen, "Don't remember this paragraph. When recording, change it to watching soap operas, watching small and refreshing literary movies, except horror movies, anything else is fine."

What if Que Qingyan came back and refused her directly?

"Teacher, your manga is already a best-selling work. Before you succeeded, did you have any regrets?"

Lin Mian: "Failed to grow to 1.8 meters."

At that time, if... if you were a little taller, you would be able to kiss you.

"Mr. Mu Mian," the editor couldn't keep his smile, and asked sincerely, "Do you know what I want to do most now?"

Lin Mian returned to his senses and asked, "What?"

The editor looked at her beautiful pair of innocent and harmless apricot eyes, swallowed the sentence "I want to beat you", and proceeded to the next question: "It is very inspirational to draw a beautiful girly manga, so teacher, you usually create it. Where did the inspiration come from?"

Just when the editor subconsciously felt that the word "talent" would pop out of Teacher Mu Mian's mouth, Lin Mian thought for a moment and asked, "Will these be published by then?"

The editor nodded: "Basically."

Lin Mian thought about it, rubbed his face, and began to answer the question just now: "It's because of being alone..."

When I took the last interview photos, Lin Mian didn't wear a mask to take them.

Teacher Mu Mian made a real appearance for the first time, and the editor excitedly grabbed the assistant of photography and dented dozens of shapes back and forth, and photographed Mu Mian drawn in the studio in a beautiful and blockbuster style, but there was only one set. Photo album.

Before leaving, Lin Mian rarely asked the editor to order a sample.

"I will definitely send a copy after the magazine is published," the editor asked more, "Teacher, do you want to see the photos? Otherwise, I will wash it out separately and send it to you together."

"no need."

Lin Mian looked at the newly posted manuscript on the wall, nibbling on the pressure sensitive pen, and meditated.

She wanted to... give the magazine to someone.

This week, in the international economic law class of K University, Professor Que went to give lectures on business trips, and the doctoral students brought by his staff came to substitute for the lectures.

Lin Mian went downstairs and laps every day, and got a familiar face with the security guards patrolling around him. Although he knew that Que Qingyan hadn't returned yet, he still came to class with a little luck.

Without Professor Que, a group of students fell asleep in the lecture hall on their stomachs. Xu Tong on the side stretched out halfway, and said with a distressed expression: "Sister Mianmian, I'll take a sleep first."

Lin Mian’s sleep dependence is obviously the only target for Que Qingyan. At this moment, there is a change of people on the podium, and she is so sober that she can help Xu Xiaotong take notes.

Halfway through, Lin Mian put aside the pen. She took out the phone in her bag, opened the screen, and slowly opened the WeChat.

Que Qingyan's WeChat avatar has not changed, and the dynamics are blank. The last chat history between the two people still stayed on the one she posted.

On every social platform, he seems to have always been so low-key and restrained.

Not long ago, after Lin Mian realized that she didn't seem to have understood Que Qingyan, she surreptitiously checked his Facebook.

During the years when he was studying in the UK, he used Facebook to some extent. There were only a few posts on it, and each post had hundreds of thousands of comments.

There were fellow students and strangers who left messages, and most of them were women of all kinds.

After Lin Mian browsed through the ambiguous or explicit conversations, the little theater that was filled with thought had already bitten out the teeth of the handkerchief.

Fortunately, Que Qingyan never responded to these strike-ups.

wrong…

What's so happy about?

He does not reply to others, and 80% will not reply to her.

After waiting for two days after Que Qingyan returns, maybe she will tell her in a cold, low voice, "I don't accept you chasing me."

"..."

Lin Mian's head was knocked on the pen, and he was about to cry miserably by his own brain supply.

After a tragic lesson, Lin Mian and Xu Tong greeted them, and decided to stop brain remedial work or return to the apartment to catch up on the draft.

After leaving the teaching building, halfway along the boulevard, Lin Mian was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Classmates!" The boy stopped her anxiously, "Wait a minute!"

Lin Mian turned her head back, and it was the little boy who called her out.

"..."

How come it's him again? ?

Lin Mian was silent, and said politely: "...Senior, I really don't need to return the umbrella."

The boy caught up and gasped after hearing the words: "I didn't want to return the umbrella, I just wanted to ask..." His face was flushed shyly, and he paused before continuing, "Are you Mu Mian?"

He was caught off guard when he asked, Lin Mian was stunned: "Huh?"

"I saw the photo on the Internet the day before yesterday," the boy explained. "At that time, I felt very similar to you when I first saw it. The more I looked at it, the more I thought you were Mumian. I didn't expect you to be her."

Lin Mian said with difficulty: "I..."

"I didn't know you were Mu Mian before, no wonder I met you at the T city signing event before." The boy was purely excited, and he said eloquently, "You shouldn't be a student of K University? You are here to listen to the class. Creative inspiration? Sorry I called you a school girl before—"

Originally, Lin Mian wanted to subconsciously deny it, but the other party seemed to have determined that she was Mumian, and seemed to have further discussions with her about comics.

Lin Mian suddenly remembered that the little boy in front of him seemed to be still squatting in the terrifying pit he had dug.

Thinking about it this way, I instantly felt that my personal safety was in jeopardy.

When she opened WeChat in class just now, the editor seemed to have also sent her a message. At the time, she was thinking about something else and didn't read it carefully.

What are you sending?

After knowingly, Lin Mian opened WeChat and took a supplementary look.

Editor: [Teacher, I put your interview picture on the official WeChat account in advance, and the message has increased several times. Are you surprised? 】

Lin Mian: "..."

Life is so full of surprises...ah...

However, the most pleasant surprise had not yet arrived. Lin Mian was dragged by the boys to chat about the follow-up plot of the comic for ten minutes. He took the time to look up, and a group of people was walking around the corner of the boulevard.

Lin Mian opened his eyes wide and fixed his gaze on the man in the middle.

Que Qingyan just arrived in the afternoon, and there was another meeting in the department. He left the terminal and drove directly back to the school.

"Don't worry, I won't tell the professor." The boy followed Lin Mian and looked at him. He also found Que Qingyan coming towards him. He whispered in amazement, "Professor Que?"

There were no people on the wide boulevard, and Que Qingyan saw Lin Mian standing by the side of the road at a glance.

Lin Mian watched him tilt his head and said something to the professor next to him, then raised his eyes to look at her, and walked straight over from the crowd.

Having not seen each other for nearly a week, Lin Mian restrained his heartbeat as he looked at the tall and straight familiar figure, and tried his best to endure it before rushing forward.

When people approached, Lin Mian whispered to him: "Professor Que."

Que Qing replied and asked, "Are you here for class?"

"We just finished class, we are walking here." The boy smiled and interjected, and greeted respectfully, "Hello, Professor Que."

Que Qingyan noticed that there were people on the side. He glanced over the boy, his expression paused, as if casually asking: "Come to class with a friend?"

The boy nodded and answered: "We are classmates, we are taking your international economic law class together." After speaking, he looked at Lin Mian enthusiastically and affectionately, and added, "Right?"

"..."

Not! !

We are not so familiar, little classmates! !

Lin Mian is really going to cry.

Que Qingyan still has to leave. Before leaving, Lin Mian blinked his watery eyes and watched him. He was eager to see through hundreds of words he wanted to say to him.

The boy just covered his idol and crush in front of the professor, and said modestly: "You're welcome."

"I…"

Lin Mian said with difficulty: "...Then I thank you."

After eating dinner that night, Lin Mian rolled three back and forth on the carpet holding the pillow, lasting ten minutes of psychological tug-of-war, and finally suspended the half-played movie.

Que Qingyan came back and was upstairs.

...Upstairs upstairs.

Que Min's clothes had been washed and dried, Lin Mian folded and put them in the clothes bag, leaning against the closet to feel the jumping heartbeat.

Three minutes later, Lin Mian took the elevator to the tenth floor and rang the doorbell very nervously.

Que Qingyan just opened the door, and met her gaze.

"I'll pay it back..." Lin Mian squatted, "return the clothes..."

If you just return the clothes, there is no reason to talk to him.

Halfway through the clothes bag, Lin Mian took it back, and obediently put the bag against his chest, and didn't plan to give it to him.

After a few seconds of silence, she turned her face away, pursed her lips and told the truth: "I actually didn't come to return the clothes."

"I just watched a horror movie, and I was a little scared." Lin Mian's ears slowly turned red, and said in a weak voice, "So I want to see you."