MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 35

The signal light flashed to the next green, and He Qiao finally crossed the zebra crossing and walked to his side.

On the morning of He Qiao's birthday, the first thing Chi Xueyan said to him was: "It fits pretty well, and I can borrow you to wear it in the future."

It was the first time he saw He Qiao wearing such clothes, a loose light gray sweater and a casual dark coffee jacket, with a youthful atmosphere covering his seriousness.

Chi Xueyan didn't have a hobby of breaking into other people's rooms and looking through wardrobes without authorization, not to mention that He Qiao's usual clothes didn't look similar in style.

This is his own clothes.

Probably also a big advantage for same-sex couples, clothes can be mixed.

As he said that, Chi Xueyan handed the bag in his hand to He Qiao: "Fried dumplings, remember to wait five minutes before eating."

He not only indicated the time and place on the note, but also told He Qiao not to eat breakfast before going out.

After He Qiao picked it up, he didn't ask him the reason and destination, but asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten it, and the one just out of the pan is more delicious." He said, "But this bag will be used as a prop later, so you can only eat slightly cooler ones."

Chi Xueyan said with a smile: "However, the taste is still good and more accurate."

Delicious and accurate as in memory.

Walking through the crossroads, there is a wide road suddenly open, with dark green pine trees planted on both sides, under the blue sky, there is a sense of tranquility and solemnity.

"It's a pity that it didn't snow today." Chi Xueyan said, "otherwise they would be more like Christmas trees."

It was the first time for He Qiao to walk on this road, and he only occasionally passed by in the car before.

But he knows this road, it is very famous, and tourists often come here for sightseeing.

Under the shade of pines and cypresses all over the street, there are two top universities that are almost facing each other.

Three minutes later, He Qiao saw the gates of these two universities with completely different styles. It was the time before and after the morning classes, and young college students kept coming in and out.

Strangely, many people came out from the school gate on the left, and then quickly walked into the school gate on the right.

Seeing this scene, Chi Xueyan also quickened his pace, with a smile flickering in his eyes: "You can eat fried dumplings after entering school."

This is the university he once attended, but almost every morning, he would go to the cafeteria of the opposite school to buy breakfast.

At the end of the five minutes, he and He Qiao walked through the school gate side by side. The gate guard glanced at the fried dumpling bag in He Qiao's hand in a normal way, and logically regarded them as members of the college students.

In the early morning sunlight, they naturally joined the crowd of students rushing to class.

Passing the first test smoothly, Chi Xueyan looked sideways at He Qiao, and revealed the mystery of the birthday arrangement in a cheerful tone: "Today I will take you on an adventure in my youth."

Not as an outsider tourist, but sneaking into the youth that will always be staged on different people.

The inspiration comes from the moment when He Qiao offered to help him write the report, which reminds him of his middle school days, and perhaps the potato squirrel fish that he ate in other university cafeterias.

Chi Xueyan doesn't recall the past very much, because he often has happy days, he seldom feels nostalgic for the past.

But occasionally he also felt that in the past days, there were brilliant moments that could never be replaced.

For example, he had a very happy college time.

For example, the moment when memory and reality are about to intertwine.

The only difference, probably, is that his hair color, which is too exaggerated now, is too easy to be remembered, so he deliberately wore a low-key black hat to cover it up.

Chi Xueyan asked the people around him solemnly: "Student He Qiao, which department do you want to attend?"

On the sidewalk of the campus, two very similar coats are covered with colorful tree shadows.

They started from the crowded and noisy intersection, walked through the streets full of pines and cypresses, and boarded a non-existent platform leading to the past.

In what should have been a lonely winter day, a crimson warm flame was burning in the dark lamps on the platform.

The students waiting for the train on the platform forgot every train, just remembered to look at the light, and answered the light's question seriously: "I want to listen to the lessons that dentists need to learn."

"I guessed it." Chi Xueyan chuckled, and immediately led him to the most familiar direction, "After all, you are now a dentist."

Although the job content is only to write the annual summary.

Three years have passed, and the scenery of the medical school has not changed in any way, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and the most familiar aroma of fried dumplings.

Chi Xueyan asked: "Are the fried dumplings delicious?"

"It's delicious. Is it the breakfast you used to eat?"

"Well, it's more convenient." He said, "You have to cherish this bag of fried dumplings, because compared with the lunch waiting for you, the gap will be very strong."

In a complete youth, there should be delicious fried dumplings from the school next door, and there should also be unpalatable dark creative dishes in the school cafeteria.

There should be more wanton nonsense.

He Qiao watched Chi Xueyan stop a girl from the medical school, and asked her politely, "Student, is there any teacher Jiang's class today?"

"Yes, it seems that it will be in a while, classmate, are you here to listen?"

"Yes, I heard his class is very interesting."

Although he was wearing a hat, he was so close that he could clearly see his delicate face.

The girls didn't dare to look directly at him, so they asked in a low voice, "Well...do you want me to take you there?"

"Don't bother you, if it's convenient, can you tell me which classroom I'm in?"

Chi Xueyan smiled at her: "My boyfriend has been to your courtyard and knows the way."

A minute later, he returned to his "boyfriend" with a photo he had just taken with his mobile phone, which contained the weekly class schedule of a certain class at a certain level in the medical school.

Chi Xueyan handed the phone to He Qiao and let him choose: "Is there a class you want to listen to? If not, I'll ask someone else for the class schedule."

As he spoke, he eyed the other students passing by, as if looking for another target that might be from another grade.

And He Qiao just glanced at the class schedule on the screen, staring at his side face illuminated by the sun, and remembered the title that flashed in the wind.

"I want to listen to Teacher Jiang's class."

That's what Chi Xueyan certified as interesting.

The class was really interesting.

He Qiao couldn't understand a lot of professional knowledge taught in class, but he understood every joke that Teacher Jiang said.

He didn't know anyone in this lecture hall, and no one knew him, but Chi Xueyan was always sitting beside him.

They sit together in the last row of the classroom, which is the best place to play on mobile phones and sleep for students who don't want to attend class.

But Chi Xueyan listened very attentively, thinking about the jokes about the reunion after a long absence.

So He Qiao listened very seriously, for this never-to-be-forgotten adventure.

Even unfamiliar and difficult medical terms are like gold.

At the end of a class, the students stretched their waists, got up and walked out of the classroom one after another, and the teacher was packing up the courseware by the podium.

Gathering in the crowd, Chi Xueyan, who looked like a student, walked shoulder to shoulder with He Qiao, as if nothing had happened.

When he was about to walk to the door, Mr. Jiang at the podium finally couldn't help it, and stopped him with a smile: "You really think I don't recognize you? Xiaochi classmate."

He is always unforgettable.

Only then did Chi Xueyan stop, turned her head and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see, I didn't expect you to listen to the class very seriously now."

Teacher Jiang chatted with him in a humorous tone: "When did you dye your hair red?"

"The first two years, cool right?"

"Cool, the leaders of your unit are pretty cool too."

"It's not as cool as Mr. Jiang's joke. There are several new jokes. I like the one related to nerves the most."

"Oh, classmate Xiaochi, don't do this kind of thing."

Having said that, Teacher Jiang was still very happy to be coaxed, and looked at He Qiao beside him by the way: "Bring friends to play?"

Chi Xueyan nodded: "Yes."

Then Teacher Jiang told him in a low voice: "Mr. Zhao will give a big lecture in the afternoon. Do you want to bring your friends to listen?"

Teacher Zhao is the most amazing teacher in the entire medical school. He once told the legend of the school that he fell asleep when he was lecturing.

His classes can cure all insomniacs.

After bidding farewell to the humorous Teacher Jiang, and walking out of the classroom, Chi Xueyan asked He Qiao, "Do you want to take a nap this afternoon?"

He Qiao understood the schedule sent by the random wind: "Okay, first go to the unpalatable cafeteria, and then go to Mr. Zhao's class to sleep."

Chi Xueyan was amused by his description: "It sounds like a bad day."

He Qiao responded to his words in a gentle voice: "Well, it's also the most perfect day."

Boring and happy youth.

It was Chi Xueyan's youth.

In that period of youth, there was a canteen with an unforgettable taste.

The dinner plate made of stainless steel is paired with strange dishes, college students come and go, and there are conversations everywhere.

"Is it really hard to eat?"

"yes."

The student wearing the hat got the destined answer and rolled his eyes with a smile: "Then what do you want to eat now?"

The mild-mannered companion on the other side answered him: "I want to eat fried dumplings from the school next door, and I also want to eat squirrel fish made of potatoes."

"Squirrelfish can take you to eat next time." He paused, his tone strange, "However, there are really people who like to eat in this cafeteria, such as Teacher Jiang."

"Like Teacher Jiang's taste." The companion also paused, curious, "Do all the teachers in the courtyard like you?"

"It doesn't matter, the more serious teachers don't want to see me very much."

Chi Xueyan remembered that there was an old professor who was very rigorous and meticulous in doing things, and once said to him in public: "Chi Xueyan, you know how to mess up! Is there anything you can't do!"

He replied solemnly: "Yes, such as giving up messing around in this world."

The old professor who was originally stern laughed angrily.

Since then, no one has criticized Chi Xueyan so formally again, because he knows that he can't change, he can only see what he sees.

So Chi Xueyan still lives freely.

After lunch, they had already stayed in this university for a whole morning and met many medical students.

As a matter of course, I was often watched along the way, and I was accosted several times by bolder students.

"Student, which college are you from?"

This is the most common and most tactful approach to strike up a conversation.

Chi Xueyan's face remained unchanged: "I am from the Faculty of Arts, and he is from the Faculty of Economics."

Then the answer ends here, ignoring the subtext behind the question, nodding distantly and parting.

Someone struck up a conversation more directly, so he changed his rhetoric: "We are both from the law school, come here to find friends, Su Yu from your school, do you know him?"

Anyway, no nonsense.

No one knew Su Yu, a non-existent medical school, so he regretfully ended this difficult conversation and watched them leave to find someone.

Of course, Chi Xueyan didn't go to find friends.

He took He Qiao to buy a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts, to make up for the bad lunch, and to take it to Mr. Zhao's class to relieve boredom.

In the afternoon, He Qiao gradually became familiar with the way of taking risks, and he also learned the game.

Looking at the borrowed notebook, ballpoint pen, and even the charging cable of the mobile phone on the table, Chi Xueyan quietly gave her deskmate a thumbs up.

This makes it more like a student coming to class.

But his goal has not changed, he still made a special trip to take a nap.

Eat some sweets before lunch break to help you sleep better.

Chi Xueyan and He Qiao sat in the second-to-last row, but this time they did not grab the golden seat in the last row.

The students in the last row looked up at the movements of the two people in front of them, sniffed, and then looked down at their mobile phones, trying to figure out whether they would have time to go to the small supermarket.

Chi Xueyan was peeling chestnuts, and He Qiao was also peeling chestnuts.

Doing the same thing becomes an unspoken game.

Chi Xueyan felt that her movements were actually faster.

But He Qiao was very lucky, and always got the kind of chestnuts that could be eaten as soon as they were peeled off.

And the chestnuts that Chi Xueyan took casually were often covered with an annoying layer of thin clothes after peeling them off.

When this unfair situation happened for the fifth time, Chi Xueyan swiftly took away the ready-to-eat chestnut kernels in He Qiao's hand, ate them in one bite, and then stuffed him with the ignorant chestnut kernels in his own hand.

He simply announced the result of the game: "I won."

He Qiao was caught off guard, first looked at him in astonishment, then his eyes soon filled with a smile, and said cooperatively: "Well, I lost."

The chestnut kernel stuffed into his palm was very warm.

It's just that it happened too fast, as if I couldn't remember the body temperature of exchanging chestnuts.

Having eaten enough, Chi Xueyan pushed the paper bag containing fried chestnuts onto He Qiao's table, took off her hat in a good mood, took off her coat as a pillow, and was about to start her lunch break.

Teacher Zhao, who is lecturing today, has a soothing tone that seems to be able to purify the soul, just like back then.

Not long after, Chi Xueyan fell asleep.

Sweets bring drowsy dreams.

He dreams of past youth.

When I woke up, I saw the passing years again.

The classroom in the afternoon was full of warm sleepiness. Some students who sincerely wanted to attend the class opened a little window, and the bitter winter wind came in from outside.

The first thing Chi Xueyan saw after waking up was the chestnut kernels on the corner of the desk with paper towels.

A lot of light yellow chestnut kernels peeled clean.

At the same time, he felt the weight of the light landing on his shoulders.

He Qiao was covering him with his coat.

He saw the dark coffee collar hovering over his shoulders, and the fingertips that brought the collar.

Like an unfinished hug.

"No need to cover me, I'm awake." Chi Xueyan said, "Aren't you sleepy?"

He Qiao obviously didn't sleep.

Not only peeled a lot of sugar-fried chestnuts, but also wrote a lot of words in the notebook on his desk.

It is what Teacher Zhao taught in class.

Chi Xueyan's drowsiness was immediately driven away by surprise, and he asked him reflexively: "Can you understand?"

He Qiao replied honestly, "No."

"Then you still take notes?"

"Preview in advance." He said, "Perhaps next year's annual report will be better written."

Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing: "Will you write for me next year?"

"Well, do you need it?" He Qiao asked.

"Should be, if you're still working as a dentist."

Chi Xueyan commented with emotion: "You really like to study such old-fashioned things, from news to reports."

"He is more inquisitive than my deskmate in middle school. Every time he helps me write the same articles, he often copies himself."

So the teacher actually found out that the activity thoughts he handed in had been written by someone else, but he never pointed it out, maintaining a kind of mutual tacit play on the spot.

If He Qiao was his deskmate back then, the teacher probably wouldn't have found out.

He will definitely write each impression very differently, like every different day in his life.

Chi Xueyan was thinking like this, as if he still hadn't had enough sleep, he was still lying lazily on the desk in the university classroom, looking up at the deskmate beside him who was even more desirable to him.

In this long and brief moment, he looked like a red-haired dentist who loves to tell stories and is good at deceiving people, or a black-haired college student who used to play the bass on stage without distraction, or a more The childish boy who used to wait for his deskmate to finish writing boring reports for him.

He just smiled normally, but the dust swirling and dancing in the wind was like a dream, suddenly blowing away the folds of time, and the years thus became a splendid game.

"Yes." He Qiao stared at him for a long time, and replied softly, "I like it very much."