The atmosphere of the ‘Gone’ bar is in a strong position.

Lu Huaiyu slowly lowered the cuffs of his rolled up shirt, "I'll leave first."

“…”

"Did you sit down for five minutes? You haven't drunk a sip of wine. It won't be like going later." Pei Hao frowned.

"You drink it, settle my account." As he spoke, Lu Huaiyu had already put on his coat and looked like he was about to leave.

“…”

Is he short of wine?

What he lacks is company!

Pei Hao looked at the man's figure without looking back, cursed in his heart, and was beaten by a pigeon again.

Next time Lu Huaiyu calls him, he will be a puppy when he comes out again!

After Jian Qing hung up the phone, she was stunned for a while.

It took a long time to come back to my senses.

She touched the pen in her hand and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was still a while before twelve o'clock.

She had just learned about Lu Huaiyu's birthday on the spot, and she had not prepared anything, and she did not think about pursuing the sense of ceremonial celebration at midnight.

But it seems like you can catch up with it.

Jian Qing grabbed the speed in her hand, and didn't care about avoiding her injured index finger, enduring the pain and using it.

When she finally finished the pen, Lu Huaiyu's phone call happened to come.

"I'm at school, where are you?"

"I'll probably take a while." Jian Qing looked at the lathe with scraps and residue falling from the pens, and had to clean them before leaving.

She thought for a while, "Do you know where the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts is? If you don't know, just wait for me at the school gate."

When Lu Huaiyu heard this, he said, "I know, I'll pick you up."

He graduated from Nanjing University Medical College and is a special professor at Nanjing University. He often teaches in medical schools. If you want to say that he is more familiar with Nanjing University than Jian Qing.

Nanyang University covers a wide area, and the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts is located in the most remote west corner.

Fortunately, people pass by from time to time. Now it’s winter vacation, and there are not many teachers and students in the school.

I don’t know what Jian Qing is doing in the teaching building. It’s so late for me to think about it and feel unsafe.

The more you go to the west of the school, the more desolate it becomes.

The path is also narrow, with dim street lights, which can only illuminate the limited range, leaving a large area of ​​dark woods and grass.

Lu Huaiyu frowned and speeded up. Fortunately, he came to find her.

This little girl really lacks some awareness of defense.

Jian Qing finished cleaning up the studio and looked around for a while. After confirming that there was no problem, she turned off the lights and locked the door.

The studio is full of lathes and visual blind spots, which are cold and cold.

I was quite scared at first, but for some reason, after calling Lu Huaiyu, I thought he was coming, but I seemed to be less afraid.

She put the pen carefully into the pocket of her coat, afraid that Lu Huaiyu would wait for a long time, so she almost trotted down the stairs with two steps and one step.

There was no light on in the corridor, and there was dark black everywhere. Jian Qing could barely see the steps clearly with the moonlight pouring in from the window.

Suddenly, a tall and slender black shadow appeared on the corner of the stairs.

Jian Qing was startled. The downward inertial force made her unable to react and directly hit the man.

When Lu Huaiyu arrived at the Academy of Fine Arts, he saw that only one of the lamps was on. He guessed that it was Jian Qing inside, so he simply went up to pick her up.

As soon as I reached the second floor, a small reckless person jumped out towards me, and there was no one else.

He reflexively hugged Jian Qing's waist and stabilized her body, but he was still knocked back and hit the wall.

Jian Qing was protected by him, but nothing happened. An unbearable muffled groan came from his ears.

“…”

A familiar mint scent was emitted from the air.

Jian Qing blinked her bright and ignorant eyes, and the man tightened her, and a warm touch came from her waist.

She was embarrassed, "Lu Huaiyu?"

"Have you been hit?" Hearing the sound just now, it seemed that the collision was quite fierce.

Lu Huaiyu endured the dull pain in his back and helped her stand up straight, "What are you doing when you run down the stairs so fast? You're not afraid of falling."

Jian Qing felt a little guilty and said in a depressed voice: "I'm afraid you'll wait for a long time."

“…”

Lu Huaiyu faced the moonlight and couldn't see her face clearly. In the dark night, there were only those pairs of eyes clean and clear.

He gently curled the corner of his mouth, and put a strand of hair hanging from her forehead behind his ears, then naturally took her hand and said lightly: "Let's go."

The man's palm was warm and he wrapped her little hands.

Jian Qing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then quickly adapted, quietly grabbed his, and walked the stairs step by step.

"Are you still drawing so late? Your hands are so cold." Lu Huaiyu asked.

Her thumbs were rubbing her fingers gently as if she was rubbing her back.

It was not yet early morning, and Jian Qing wanted to keep the surprise, so she just said vaguely "Oh".

"Remember not to stay in the studio so late in the future. There have been robberies nearby before."

"Is that so? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"It was very early, when I was studying at Nanjing University."

Jian Qing silently calculated the time in his heart and said without thinking: "Then I really don't know. I was still in elementary school at that time."

“…”

The palm of my hand was pinched.

Lu Huaiyu lowered his head and looked at her with a smile, "What do you want to say? Do you think I'm old?"

“…”

They are nine years apart, and they don’t feel the time node now, but they go forward to it.

Lu Huaiyu was already a teenager when she was in college, and she was still a third-grade elementary school student with a small schoolbag on her back and could not even recognize her words. She may not be taller than her waist.

Jian Qing had a little difficulty looking at such a picture, so he quickly made up for it, "You don't look old at all."

Lu Huaiyu nodded and said without any emotion: "If you don't look old, you are just old."

“…”

Jian Qing didn't expect that he was quite sensitive to age, so he felt a hint of sourness in his words.

The right hand held in the pocket of the coat was holding a heavy pen.

Then he can't celebrate his birthday.

She gave this gift, wouldn't it remind him that he was one year older?

Jian Qing didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder and happened to pass the bell tower next to the Academy of Fine Arts.

The old bell tower stands tall and has experienced storms.

The pendulum swayed and made a heavy and long sound.

“…”

Jian Qing gritted her teeth and pulled his hand lightly.

Lu Huaiyu stopped, "What's wrong?"

Jian Qing touched the pen in her pocket and carefully spread it in front of him.

"I gave it to you," she said.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes moved to the little hand that was spread in front of him, and a delicate silver pen was steadily placed in his palm.

He frowned, not paying attention to the pen.

Instead, I saw the band-aid tied to her index finger. After wrapping it around for several times, blood still penetrated through the tape.

"Why did your hand hurt?"

He took the pen, held it in his hand, and then held her right hand back, wrapping her fingertips, avoiding the wound, which felt itchy and numb.

Jian Qing was a little dissatisfied with his reaction and didn't even look at the pen.

"I did it when I made the pen." She said aggrievedly, "Do you see, do you like it? I've made this pen for a long time."
To be continued...