You Sound Sleepy

The people in the venue were almost scattered, and there were only a few fans left in the signing desk.

"..." It was the first time I experienced Professor Que, who had thrown a rock to his own foot, with a low-eyed smile, and then he paused for a while before returning, "Applicable."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone went silent and was hung up. From Lin Mian's point of view, he can only see Que Qingyan's long figure and vague outlines of the facial features, but can't see his look at the moment.

The assistant next to him was accustomed to this situation. He stopped the male fan who was confessing and played the emotional card warmly, and finally only allowed to sign a name.

After signing the last one, Lin Mian raised his eyes and glanced at Que Qingyan not far away. He took the manga book that had been signed and scrapped, and then lowered his head to fill in the three words Que Qingyan again. After completing it, he thought about it and added it silently. Go up in four words.

The end of the afternoon was still early, and several assistants were discussing going back to the hotel to rest, and going out for dinner later, they asked:

"Teacher Mumian, let's take a taxi back to the hotel, will you go back with us later?"

"I won't go back, I have something to do." Lin Mian closed the comic book, took off his mask, and couldn't help but look at Que Qingyan, "Be careful on the way."

"Tonight together—"

The assistant followed Lin Mian's gaze curiously, his eyes were stunning, and the words were chopped in half.

As he spoke, Que Qingyan had already walked straight over.

"Are you done?"

"Ok."

He suddenly appeared in S City, still at his own signing meeting. Lin Mian didn't expect it, and after a little excitement in his heart, he rushed to the apex of his heart. He met Que Qingyan for a while. After confirming that he was not angry, he took the initiative to hand over the signed comic book and blinked his eyes and said: "This is a sign. For you."

After speaking, he added in a low voice: "I didn't sign it just now."

It's about the signing for male fans just now.

The cover of the manga in front of me shows the hero and heroine who are looking at each other affectionately. The cover is an ambiguous peach-pink color. The gilded slogan is very eye-catching: "Another masterpiece by the popular teenage cartoonist Mu Mian teacher, thousands of girls are waiting for it!"

"Just look at the title page, you don't need to look at anything else," Lin Mian quickly went through the contents of her girly manga in his mind, counted the blushing heartbeat, and squatted, "Other...not good-looking ."

Que Qingyan turned to the first page. The title page had just been mistakenly written with the word "Que", which was crossed out and added again, followed by "I like you".

These four words are written very small, which looks particularly embarrassing, but they are written out with the feeling of shame.

"Where are you going?" Que Qing said quietly and put away the book, took Lin Mian's bag and mask, and said, "I will send you off first."

The assistants recovered their senses and looked at each other. No one wanted to be a billion-kilowatt light bulb. A busy waved his hand: "No, no, no."

Teacher Mu Mian saw Assistant Sewang and shook his head, "They want to go back to the hotel, I won't go back..."

After speaking, look at Que Qingyan.

Que Qingyan looked at Lin Mian's eyes. The latter's eyes were moist and looked like little animals begging for food. He smiled: "Follow me?"

Lin Mian, who was begging for food, nodded with red ears.

"Where did Quinn come to play polo? Have you ever seen someone who came to play polo and ran away at the beginning?" In the polo court, Cheng Ze turned over from the saddle and took off his helmet. "He is here to see people. , Playing polo is just by the way."

Cheng Zexin said, fortunately, playing polo has not been able to get a horse after three or five years of training. Otherwise, after a while Quinn will bring his little girl, he might have to play a hole like snooker last time. The concession is almost unattainable.

The lawn of the club's polo field is wide open, divided into a race track and a practice racetrack, and an open-air viewing platform is set up next to it. Several people walked towards the viewing platform while leading their horses, and one smiled and said, "But today is too windy, and it won't last long."

"The wind is so strong, you can't play polo," someone agreed and asked, "but there will be a champagne feast in the club tonight. I don't know when Que Shao will be back?"

Cheng Ze glanced at the time, then smiled and asked, "With so many women at the champagne feast, you let Quinn take his little girl to see the women?"

"Just before Que Shao left, didn't you still order fireworks? I thought the fireworks were kept for the banquet," the questioner wondered, "otherwise, what else can I use for it?"

Cheng Zexin said, what else can it be used for?

Coax people.

There was a white low fence across the viewing platform. Cheng Ze led the horse to the coach and crossed the fence to the rest area. Just after pouring a glass of wine, he caught a glimpse of a car coming far away on the road.

Just two hours ago, after coming out of the event venue, Que Qingyan still sent Lin Mian back to the hotel.

Originally, Lin Mian wanted to check out and rush back overnight when today's signing was over, but at the moment Que Qingyan also came to S City, of course she was not in a hurry to go back.

As the car drove from the city to the outskirts, the scenery outside the window gradually opened up. Lin Mian recalled the schedule that Que Qingyan had said, and thought for a moment, confirming that he should be busy these days, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to the main driver.

Que Qingyan suddenly came to S city and appeared at her signing event.

According to the content of the schedule, he should have nothing to do in city S these days, then he is here...

Lin Mian rubbed his face and couldn't help thinking that his suitcase was still in the Que Qingyan car.

It's just going out for a meal, why do you still have to bring your suitcase?

Afterwards, Lin Mian confiscated the small theater in his head, and couldn't help but think of something else, and said to his heart, is he asking her to find another hotel to stay in tonight?

With, live with him?

Didn't he say that he was still chasing himself, and he couldn't restrain himself? how…

"Que Qingyan," Lin Mian pressed the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but cocked, blushing and slandered himself. After a while, he asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Going to the club for a meal, it happened that Cheng Ze was also there." Que Qing replied, calmly said, "The journey is relatively long, and I may not be able to return to the city tonight." After a moment of indulgence, he asked, "Do you know how to play polo?"

Que Qingyan came to the club to play polo.

"..." Lin Mian heard the words, that lively heart suddenly calmed down, shook his head, and said honestly, "No."

Seeing Que Qingyan leading people from a distance, Cheng Ze put down his wine glass to greet him, and saw Lin Mian following next to him, and greeted with a smile:

"Lin Mian, what a coincidence?" Cheng Ze asked knowingly, "Why Quinn is in S city, you are also in S city, are you here to play polo too?"

Que Qingyan glanced at the process Ze.

Cheng Ze originally wanted to make fun of the little girl, but Lin Mian's ears meant another meaning.

Que Qingyan really came to S City to play polo, but it happened that she was also in S City, so he brought her over.

Thinking about it this way, the restless and boiling cautious thoughts in my heart gradually cooled down a lot.

Lin Mian pursed his lips in annoyance, and said to his heart, that he could stay with Que Qingyan and still demand so much. It's not really together again. Is it that important that he comes to play polo or see her?

The few people in the rest area stood up to say hello when they saw Que's clear words. Someone laughed and said: "I heard that Que Shao played polo well. I was late just now and I didn't catch up. I wonder if we still have a chance to play with you?"

Before Que Qingyan spoke, Cheng Ze interjected with a smile: "This time you probably won't have a chance."

Cheng Ze secretly said, "You have to dry the little girl here when you play the ball. Can Quinn be willing?"

Lin Mian doesn't know how to play polo, and stands next to him and listens to the crowd chatting. Que Qingyan was here to play, and she didn't want to disturb him. She thought to herself, maybe you can still see him playing polo, and it's not bad to see him next to him...

Halfway thinking about it, Lin Mian turned to look at her sideways when he saw Que Qingyan, and asked quietly, "Do you want to ride a horse?"

"..." After a pause, Lin Mian replied subconsciously, "I won't fight..."

"Don't worry." Que Qingyan looked down and scanned her slightly surprised expression, "Just riding a horse, not playing ball."

Fifteen minutes later, Que Qingyan and Ma Gong went to the stable and took a horse when they returned.

Cheng Ze then took a look. The pure-blooded European warm-blooded horse was not irritable, but if he knew that it was brought to the little girl for a walk, I wonder if his temper would be so gentle.

The Argentine coach on the side warned a few precautions, speaking in a mixture of Spanish and English, Lin Mian, who was half-understood, was at a loss, and his hand was held up.

Lin Mian stared blankly at Que Qingyan holding her hand, her slender finger bones resting on the back of her hand, and she untied her gloves and put them on.

he…

Lin Mian regained his senses, and his heart beat suddenly.

It wasn't long before the little heart thumped, that Que Qingyan looked as usual, took the knee pads, and squatted down in front of her.

The people who were still talking about the ball suddenly stopped talking, and there was silence.

Lin Mian was no less shocked than others. She curled up her gloved fingers, almost astonished as she watched Que Qingyan tie her knee pads.

Looking down from her point of view, the man in front of him lowered his eyes and adjusted the elastic band of the knee pads. The twilight dusk lined his chiseled facial features, casting a sparse shadow from his brows and eyes.

"Que..." Lin Mian's heartbeat was fierce, and it took a long time to find his voice. Just about to say something, Lin Mian blushed and went back.

Lin Mian exploded a firework in her mind, thinking in a daze, her palms might be sweating.

The legs may also be soft.

Lin Mian had already scratched a whole wall in the small theater of Naobu, and finally confessed that she was very shameless and didn't want to stop him.

"And riding boots." Que Qingyan fastened his knee pads, and looked up at Lin Mian in a squatting position, and asked her calmly, "You want to sit down and I will wear them for you, and -"

Ah ah ah ah ah…

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Mian took over quickly: "I, I'm sitting."

Everyone's eyes were staring, and when Que Qingyan finally put on Lin Mian's helmet, the latter was already blushing.

But the instigator lowered his eyes and smiled, calmly adding: "Do you want me to hug you on the horse?"

"..."

Lin Mian's neck was completely red this time.

The coach did not follow, and Que Qingyan did not take Lin Mian too far.

There is another grassland for walking the horses outside the racecourse. An artificial lake has been dug beside the grassland for club members to play polo and ride horses for relaxation.

Lin Mian felt that his heart hadn't broken up, and at this moment, they all shrank together tightly.

Her attention was not on the scenery or immediately, but on Que Qingyan, who was holding the horse rope.

When Que Qingyan brought her to the polo club, he really took her all the way, avoiding the crowd and strolling around the racecourse.

Lin Mian thought for a moment, as if he didn't avoid everyone, he was still in public just now...

The question I wanted to ask in the car just now resurfaced.

"Que Qingyan," Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief and asked aloud, "Aren't you busy these two days?"

Que Qingyan stopped when he heard the words and turned to look at her.

There was a lot of wind on the racecourse, and Lin Mian repeated it again, fearing he might not hear it clearly.

She looked perturbed, and Que cleared a glance, recalling the emotion she had been bored in the car just now, and she understood.

"I reduced my work a little bit and left a few days away temporarily." Lin Mian asked him with a low voice, suppressing a smile, "What do you think I'm here for?"

Compressing work and freeing up time will not make a special trip to S City to play polo.

The answer is already obvious.

Que Qingyan didn't want Lin Mian's answer either. He noticed her hands curled unconsciously and asked, "Is it cold?"

Lin Mian shook his head: "It's not cold..."

After speaking, he was very shameless and sneezed.

That night, Lin Mian was burnt to thirty-nine degrees because of good fortune and misfortune.

The club has all the facilities, and a villa theme hotel is built nearby, not far from the racecourse.

Cheng Ze had heard that the little girl had a fever, so he hurriedly returned from the champagne feast to deliver the medicine. He knocked on the door and saw that Quinn, who was not eating human fireworks, was in the kitchen on the first floor of the villa—

Cook porridge.

Cheng Ze used to work with Que Qingyan in the UK for so long. He has seen so many dark dishes that Quinn hasn’t forced Quinn to cook himself. The door was dumb for a long time.

"Quinn," Cheng Ze's expression at the moment was more shocked than the first time he saw Quinn overturn the arbitration in court, put down the medicine and asked, "Where is the little girl?"

In front of the black flow table, Que Qingyan lowered his eyes and turned the heat down, and turned his face to look at Cheng Ze: "Upstairs."

Except for the fever and discomfort all over, Lin Mian actually feels okay.

The mattresses in the bedroom on the second floor were all newly laid, and Lin Mian was lying on the bed groggy, half of his face was rubbed into the cold and soft pillow to cool down for a while, and when it was warm, he changed another side to continue. When repeating this pancake cooling for the third time, the bedroom door was knocked clearly twice.

Lin Mian was half-awake, holding on to the quilt and looking towards the door, his eyes brightened, and he whispered: "Que Qingyan."

The ending sound was a little soft unconsciously, and it also brought some vague nasal sounds.

Que Qingyan put the water cup and medicine on the bedside table and leaned over to test her forehead temperature. With the movement, the shirt outlines a slender and smooth muscle arc between the back and back: "Want to eat?"

It was cold when the fingers were attached, Lin Mian's hot forehead found the cooling body, and subconsciously tilted his head and followed it back to it. She was afraid that the other party would withdraw, stretched out the same hot hand from the bed, and grabbed Que Qingyan's fingers.

"..." Que Qingyan looked down at Lin Mian when her hand touched the hot and soft skin, letting her hold her hand, "Get up and take medicine first?"

Lin Mian who is sick is more obedient than usual.

So she shook her head obediently.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom were closed, and no one was talking in the room at the moment. Lin Mian wanted to sleep in a daze, and was not willing to waste her time alone with Que Qingyan, holding the remaining soberness to find a topic, his voice muffled in the quilt:

"When I signed the sale today," Lin Mian confessed softly, "The male fan I met..."

"I really don't know."

Que Qingyan answered.

His voice sounded calm and indifferent. Lin Mian thought vaguely, when Que Qingyan heard the male fan confess to her during the signing ceremony, it seemed that there was no response.

Lin Mian, who was feverish, thought deeply about life, and by the way, thinking about it in another way, and said to her heart that if she had heard someone confess to Que, she would definitely feel uncomfortable in her heart.

But Que Qingyan did not.

Lin Mian recalled that since Que made clear that he wanted to chase her, he had always treated her very well and was responsive to her, and had no negative feelings towards her at all.

He is so good, and...

It's too unreal.

There are certain things that Lin Mian will blush and squat in front of Que Qingyan, but she will show it to him if she is shy. Her likes are straightforward and can't get around the corner. Since Que Qing said that she likes her, she will stick to him intentionally or unintentionally, showing her likes almost unreservedly.

Including frequent kisses, including frankly about his love history.

In a sense, this kind of abnormal clinging is actually a manifestation of anxiety.

These messy thoughts were mixed in Lin Mian's brain, and it was even more unclear if he had a fever. The more she thought about it, the more sober she got. She took Que Qingyan's hand and buried it in the pillow, and suddenly heard him say, "Don't you want to sleep?"

Lin Mian muffled: "Yes."

"Would you like to watch the fireworks?"

Lin Mian was at a loss, and opened his eyes to look at him: "Huh?"

Que Qingyan glanced at the time, put a pillow on Lin Mian, let her sit up a little, her dark eyes were dark, and calmly said: "Originally, the viewing angle of the viewing platform should be better than here." After a pause, he smiled. Added a sentence, "It's not camping, just a little bit."

Lin Mian heard it inexplicably, and just wanted to ask. Soon after the voice fell, a ray of brightness suddenly flashed in the dim light in the room.

She turned her head to look, the bedroom floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, but the curtains were not closed.

The villa was not far from the racecourse. Looking out from the second floor at this moment, a ray of light pierced the deep night sky from the other side of the racecourse and shot straight up, exploding the gleaming fire tree and silver flowers in mid-air.

It is the fireworks set off by Que Qingyan.

He said before...sending luxury car keys, revolving restaurant charter, and camping in the suburbs to set off fireworks, all of which let him come.

Lin Mian's heart beats a drum, and his brain slowed by fever gradually came over. Suddenly feeling a little wronged, he loosened his grip on the opponent's hand and whispered: "Que Qingyan."

"I'm not that smart... if you don't tell me some things, sometimes I may not be able to guess it." Lin Mian pursed his lips. "Like today, if I don't ask you, I might really think you are coming to S city to fight horses. Ball."

"I don't want you to treat me well, but I'm kept in the dark. If I don't know, I can't respond to your likes in time." Lin Mianyu thought about it, thought about it, and whispered, "But you are too good. Now." The latter sentence vaguely charged, "You are never jealous..."

The logic of these remarks was very jumpy and messy, but Que Qingyan clarified the clues from it.

Lin Mian tried to respond to his likes, but was also upset about his likes.

During this period of time, Que Qingyan gave Lin Mian the dominant position and wanted to pursue her in exchange for him. He originally wanted to respond to Lin Mian's love for so many years with an attitude of taking this relationship seriously. He didn't want to perfuse this relationship.

But these forest cottons are not applicable.

Que Qingyan never thought that Lin Mian liked him so much that when he gave her the initiative, she actually returned the initiative and let him lead her away.

And sometimes he is too calm and introverted, so he can't receive many of the emotions he should have, and he doesn't have enough sense of security.

After a long silence, Que Qingyan said.

"I've been jealous, more than once." He held up the bed, looked down at Lin Mian, and stroked her fever-red cheeks with his fingers. For the first time in his life, he opened himself up so calmly, "When you were drunk. When I took the initiative to kiss me, including now, I had a lot of untimely thoughts."

Untimely thoughts...

Lin Mian stared at his deep eyes in a daze, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"If you want to listen, I don't mind telling it to you." Que Qingyan's eyes were deep, covering the dim light, frowning, "I didn't expect that my pursuit would make you insecure." After a pause, he said, "From now on I will chase you again, and I won't deliberately cover up these emotions."

"But I don't want to...you chase me again."

Lin Mian clutched the quilt unconsciously, his heart beating very fast, and suddenly said, "Actually the first time I was punished by you to write a review at K University, it was not the first review I wrote.

Nine years ago, Lin Mian had a candlelight dinner that was not successful.

She booked a place and invited the violinist. She wanted to invite Que Qingyan to a meal, but he had already returned to England at that time and she did not wait for him.

So Lin Mian went alone.

It snowed a bit that day. Lin Mian was waiting for the snow to stop before returning to the Lin House. When he returned, it was very late and he still had some fever.

That's why I wrote the first review in my life.

"Que Qingyan, I've been waiting for a long time." Lin Mian didn't want to confess to Que Qingyan so aggrievedly, but couldn't help but gradually reddened his eyes and asked him, "How long do you want me to wait?"