As soon as the main line of design came out, the progress of the law school team seemed to be in acceleration mode. Five people assigned the design tasks of the three main lines. New ideas would come up in every meeting. I originally thought that I would get a very difficult and lack of new ideas.

The theme, unexpectedly the design concept has become increasingly rich.

"I searched through our basketball school team, and then went to the college team, and finally found these few." Nanjia showed the photos of the selected models on iPad for everyone to see.

Sliding past one by one, Chen Pi and Zhou Yi looked at it most enthusiastically, "Hey, this one is handsome!"

"This is not bad, the muscles are very developed."

Nan Jia couldn't help laughing, "Why are you two so gay?"

Chen Pi touched his nose and said, "Hey, anyone wants to be handsome and wear clothes designed by himself. It's so respectable. Beautiful women are also fine. We need beautiful women."

"There are beautiful women. When I went to the school team this time, I made a special trip to the cheerleading team and the etiquette department." Nanjia flipped through many more pictures, "Look, they are all beautiful."

Le Zhishi looked at the dazzling array of model options and couldn't help but sigh, "Fortunately, my senior sister has a wide network of contacts and rich resources. She has acquaintances who can help wherever she goes."

Nan Jia deliberately pushed the hair on her shoulders back, "Who makes me popular?"

Quzhi, who had been sitting nearby and concentrating on drawing, suddenly raised his head and turned to look at Nanjia.

"Changed shampoo?"

Nanjia was stunned for a second, a little surprised by her attentiveness, "Ah... yes, you have discovered this."

"It smells good." Qu Zhi lowered her head again and continued painting.

When Le Zhishi glanced at the drawing paper, although the facial features of the model were faded, the hairstyle and overall atmosphere were almost exactly the same as Nanjia's.

"Our handsome men and beautiful women, coupled with the designer's good looks." Chen Pi said confidently, "That's an instant win over everyone. Please give us a best eye-catching award."

Xiaoqi also agreed in a low voice, "The one with the basketball team has already won..."

"Alas." Nan Jia sighed, "Originally, I thought about having another ultimate move, but the ultimate move was too cold and cold, so I rejected it."

Le Zhishi raised his head and met Nanjia's gaze. Nanjia nodded to him sadly, "You are right, it's Song Yu."

"Ah." Chen Pi patted his thigh, "Senior Song Yu."

Le Zhi was a little surprised, "You know him too?"

"We know each other." Chen Pi turned his chair and pointed at Monday, "Aren't we sophomores? We went to see the finals during the basketball game last year. Good guy, I called him good guy. The whole stadium shouted.

, all of which are senior Song Yu’s names, my ears are exploding.”

Zhou Yi nodded and added: "Especially after the goal, the senior lifted up his jersey and wiped the sweat from his face, and the girls around me screamed at the same time."

Le Zhishi thought to himself, I didn't know there was such a time. But Song Yu's high school basketball game was like this, and Le Zhishi could almost guess the grand occasion.

"You don't know yet, right?" Nan Jia blinked at Le Zhi, "Our Le Le and Senior Song Yu have a close relationship."

Everyone at the round table looked at Le Zhi for a moment, making him a little embarrassed. The pen in his hand fell on the table in a panic and rolled to the ground.

"Wow, what's the relationship?"

Qu Zhi watched him pick up the pen and his face turned red.

Xiaoqi's hidden gossip nature was exposed, and she asked in a low voice, "Are they brothers? I heard that senior Song Yu had a fight with the seniors in our college in order to help you stop drinking."

"No fight, no fight." Le Zhishi quickly clarified, "It was just a small conflict."

"Did Nuwa create your family's genes?" Chen Pi slumped on his chair, "How can there be such a big gap between people?"

Le Zhishi didn't want to continue explaining and was eager to change the subject, so he asked Nanjia, "Why did he reject you?"

Nanjia supported her chin with her hand and pulled out the chat history between her and Song Yu. "Let me show you how cold and ruthless he is. Look," Nanjia showed Le Zhishi the phone, "I sent it

After such a long period of time, I told him that this competition is very important and that we need models who can shake up the scene, and I also specially brought you out to tell him how hard you have worked for the competition these days. We all really hope that he can come over and help.

This is the icing on the cake.”

"What's the result?" Nanjia slid her fingers down.

[Song Yu: If you don’t want to be watched, you can find someone else]

"Aren't you particularly indifferent!"

When Le Zhi saw Song Yu's reply time, it was after sending him a photo of his hand.

He couldn't imagine that Song Yu was acting as a ruthless rejection machine in front of others, but at the same time, he also issued a cute accusation of "You are unfair" because he did not receive a reply from Le Zhi.

This feeling is very strange, like a kitten that always only shows a proud back in front of others, but in front of Le Zhishi, it will stretch out its paws and scratch it, which is very vivid.

"Since he is Le Zhishi's brother," Qu Zhanwang suggested to him, "go find him and you should be able to persuade him."

"Me?" Le Zhishi felt that this idea was not very good. "If Senior Song Yu says he doesn't want to be in the limelight, I might not be able to do it."

Nan Jia waved her hand, "No, no, no, we have recruited enough models. We are just waiting to train on the steps. Song Yu is probably quite busy, so I won't bother him."

Just as she was talking, Xiaoqi's cell phone suddenly rang. She went out for a while, and when she came back, her expression was not optimistic. Her father ran a handmade custom cheongsam shop, so he was familiar with fabrics and had a certain supply of goods, so everyone

She was given the task of contacting fabric manufacturers and garment manufacturing factories.

"Just now, the fabric manufacturer called me just now..." Xiaoqi sat down and looked at Le Zhi with a very worried look, "They don't have the special fabric we need. I asked him to ask for it for me.

Other merchants, he said that this transparent silk is about to be discontinued, and the fabric is also very expensive. He knows of very few factories that are still selling it, only one, but he probably won't give it to us."

Le Zhi frowned, "You mean there is one, but they won't give it to us?" He thought this could be solved, "It doesn't matter, there is at least one. Let's get in touch and see, maybe we can buy it."

Xiaoqi shook her head, "It's not that simple. I've asked him to help me ask. That manufacturer doesn't sell retail, so if we only make a few sets of ready-made clothes, they won't pay attention to us.

of……"

Zhou Yi also sighed, "We are most afraid of encountering this kind of thing. It took a long time for the previous garment processing factory to be willing to help us."

Chen Pi lay on the table, "If that guy from Xinchuan is here, he will definitely be able to get the fabric. His family's connections can't get him anything." After saying that, he touched Le Zhishi's arm, "Hey, I think he seems pretty cool.

If he likes you, why don't you go ask him?"

This idea was a terrible idea for Le Zhishi.

"This is a competition. We are competitors. We cannot ask our competitors for help whenever we encounter problems. Such a competition is unfair and meaningless."

Although he usually behaves like a good boy, he always shows very strict standards and bottom lines in some aspects. "Besides, this matter is not necessarily impossible. Xiaoqi, please give me the contact information of the manufacturer."

I, let me try. If it really doesn’t work, we can try to find similar fabrics and process them as a replacement."

Nanjia nodded, "I think it's okay."

After the meeting, Le Zhishi deliberately walked with Xiao Qi and asked her about the current situation. Xiao Qi told him in frustration that the most troublesome thing now was that she did not have the contact number of the manufacturer.

"The uncle I know doesn't have a particularly good relationship with this manufacturer, so I only have their specific location..."

It was very cold outside, so Le Zhishi didn't wear too much, so he shrank his neck and said, "It's okay, we can go there, it's the weekend tomorrow."

Xiaoqi nodded and sent the address to Le Zhishi's mobile phone, "It's very far away, in Guangzhou."

This was something Le Zhi did not expect. He took a look at the news and stood face to face with Xiao Qi under the ginkgo tree. While he was thinking about countermeasures, some people looked towards them.

"How about I go?" Xiao Qi said with some stumble, "I don't have to go to piano lessons on weekends. I think I'm going to help my senior sister do volunteer activities. Chen Pi and Zhou Yi will participate in party building activities on the weekend. There shouldn't be any

Time."

Le Zhishi put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her, "It doesn't matter, I'll just go. How can you let a girl run so far? It's very dangerous."

"Then I'll go with you?"

He shook his head when he was happy, but still refused. On the one hand, he didn't want Xiaoqi to make the hard trip, and felt that he was enough alone. On the other hand, if they traveled together, whether it was staying in a hotel or taking a plane, it wouldn't be too bad.

Convenient. The circle in the college is small, and small things will quickly spread. If any scandals really spread, it will have a very bad impact on Xiaoqi.

And he didn't want his brother to misunderstand.

As a real action person, I bought a plane ticket in the afternoon of the day I decided to go to Guangzhou to find a fabric manufacturer. I bought the flight at 8 am.

All in all, this was the first time in Le Zhishi's life that he went out alone. Although it was not a trip, it was a mission. After buying the ticket, he called Song Yu as soon as possible, but all he got was a system prompt.

"...The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please wait..."

Le Zhishi guessed that Song Yu might be busy or the signal was not good, but he didn't take it seriously. Jiang Yufan ran over and asked him to play games with everyone. As soon as he was pulled in, Le Zhishi forgot to send him a message and didn't think about it until he went to bed.

I got up, so I sent a WeChat message to Song Yu, informing him of his very urgent and temporary itinerary.

Early in the morning of the next day, Le Zhi got up and took a taxi to the airport with his small suitcase. The road was hectic and the weather was not good either. The sky was gloomy and it was hard to tell whether it was fog or haze in the air.

Everything was covered in gray. The driver turned on the radio, which announced that light rain was expected.

When he arrived at the airport, Le Zhishi took out his mobile phone to pay, and then saw the message from Song Yu at five in the morning.

[Brother: I dropped my phone yesterday. The screen went black and I couldn’t turn it on. I charged it overnight and it recovered. I don’t know if the screen will still be black.]

[Brother: Are you at the airport now? I checked that the weather there today is not very good. Remember to listen carefully to the voice announcement in the airport lobby and don’t talk too much to people you don’t know.]

Le Zhi thought Song Yu was funny sometimes, and when he saw this message, he thought he was a six-year-old child.

He paid and got off the car and called Song Yu. It was still very early, but from the sound of his voice, Song Yu seemed to have not slept. While taking the ticket and going through the formalities, he told Song Yu about the trouble he had encountered and asked

When does he come back.

"The day after tomorrow." Song Yu added, "This is the original plan."

"Okay." Le Zhi looked down at the ticket in his hand, and then looked at the lead-grey sky outside the glass wall of the airport hall. He had always had a high tolerance for everything, and it was difficult for him to hide his inability to hurry up in front of Song Yu.

Regret about meeting. He sat on the cold seat, stretched his legs, and said to Song Yu meekly, "Then I will come back to see you early."

Song Yu said yes on the other end of the phone. Maybe it was the difference in medium, or maybe it was a problem with encoding and decoding. Le Zhi always felt that Song Yu who was talking to him on the phone was more gentle, and he missed and moved him more.

He calmed down and thought about it again, and felt that in the end he couldn't touch or hold him. He could only hear his voice and simulate his expression at the moment, so he wanted to see him even more.

After not talking for long, the flight information started to be announced in the lobby, which happened to be the flight that Le Zhishi was on. He looked down at the watch Song Yu gave him, confirmed the time, and got up to prepare to board the plane.

"Then I'll hang up and I'm going to board the plane."

"Wait a minute." Song Yu stopped him in a rare move. Le Zhishi paused for two seconds and heard his gentle, steady voice coming from the other end of the phone, "I haven't had time to praise you yet."

"Now I have grown into an adult who can take charge of my own business, which is great."

Le Zhishi could easily get sweetness from his words, and felt a little proud. He knew that he was being pinched to death by Song Yu, but he also enjoyed this feeling.

"We will meet soon, be careful on the road."

The beep of hanging up the phone was like a magical switch button, turning Le Zhishi from a child who was extremely dependent on his brother to an adult who left the city independently. Everything went smoother than expected. His seat was next to the porthole.

Leaning on the back of the seat, Le Zhi looked at the drizzle falling outside the window, silently praying in his heart that he would arrive smoothly.

Sitting next to him was a man about forty years old. He was tired but wanted to talk to someone. He was first curious about Le Zhishi's appearance and asked him if he was a foreigner. After learning that he was mixed race, he was curious about his family and asked him.

He complained that he had flown from Los Angeles and had a connecting flight in Jiangcheng, so he had already flown a long distance.

Although Le Zhi was a little sleepy, she still responded to his chat politely.

"The weather is really bad." The man looked out the window, "But since the flight has not been delayed, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Le Zhi nodded. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was so dark that it didn't look like morning, but more like an evening approaching darkness. He unconsciously reached out and touched the watch on his wrist, "I hope so."

"I still have a very important client to meet. Don't make any mistakes." The man adjusted the back of his seat and seemed to be ready to end the topic. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, leaned his head against the porthole and closed his eyes.

.

He didn't sleep enough at night, and Le Zhi fell asleep quickly. However, he never slept well on the plane. He felt groggy and the plane was bumpy. He had a very real dream, dreaming that he was on the plane.

On a thunderstorm day, he went to look for Song Yu. The thunder outside was very strong and white lightning flashed in the night sky. He endured the fear of being wet and searched for a long time, and finally found him in an old wooden cabinet.

Opening the door, it was dark and humid inside. Song Yu sat alone with his knees in his arms, not saying a word, as if he had been sitting there for a long time and was already used to it.

He originally wanted to take Song Yu away, but in the end he got in, hugged him, and hid inside with him.

He vaguely heard the sound of the aircraft announcement, and the cabinet in his dream was shaking. He felt someone pulling him and patting him. Le Zhi suddenly woke up and saw the flight attendants busy in the corridor. The uncle next to him hurriedly urged him, "You are finally awake.

, it’s time to prepare for landing, hurry up and prepare.”

"Alternate landing?" Le Zhishi frowned in confusion, "Why do we have to make an alternate landing?"

"It seems that due to the typhoon, Guangzhou is experiencing particularly heavy rainstorms, so we can't fly, so we have to make an alternate landing in Changsha."

Le Zhi found that his luck was really not very good. He encountered this situation on his first "business trip". He didn't understand the backup plan and didn't know what the current situation was. The child sitting in front kept crying.

, his mother also seemed to be very impatient and scolded loudly. Le Zhishi tidied the table and his own things, feeling a little panicked.

He remembered a very thrilling movie he had watched with Song Yu before. Before the plane crashed, the flight attendants prepared suicide notes for everyone to leave to their families.

Le Zhishi looked calm, quickly packed up his things, and followed the staff's instructions, but he kept thinking about the scene in the movie.

However, until the plane landed at the alternate airport, Le Zhishi did not wait for the suicide note.

People around me were impatient and annoyed that they could not arrive in Guangzhou on time. Everyone rushed to the airline service desk to find trouble. The other party gave them a reassuring message, telling them that they would not wait too long for the new flight.

Le Zhishi pushed his suitcase and found a seat in a corner after searching for a long time. It was a bit cold in the airport. Le Zhishi was wearing a camel cashmere coat, which was not enough. The hall was full of hurried passengers.

, some were hugging happily, and some shed tears while hugging.

It was as if I was the only one.

Le Zhishi took out his mobile phone and turned it on. For fear of disturbing Song Yu's work, he rarely made direct calls and usually sent WeChat messages.

[Lele: I am not in Guangzhou now. It seems that a typhoon is coming over there. All of us on the plane have diverted to Changsha. I heard that we have to wait for a few hours and the rain there should be lighter. My luck

It’s really bad. It’s probably not a good sign to encounter such trouble on the first day I feel it.]

After sending it out, Le Zhishi thought about it for a while, fearing that the good one might not work but the bad one, so he hurriedly patched himself up.

[Lele: It’s also possible that you put the most unlucky thing at the beginning, and it should be much smoother later on, right?]

He didn't get a reply from Song Yu right away. He guessed that he must be busy now, and Le Zhi didn't pay much attention to it. He took out his tablet, watched a few episodes of the new TV series by himself, and put Jiang Yufan in his backpack.

He took out the glutinous rice cakes that were given to him and ate them to fill his stomach.

He had a bad sleeping position on the plane and sat on a cold seat for several hours. Le Zhishi felt that every second passed by like a year. He regretted not letting Xiaoqi come with him so that he could at least have someone to talk to.

After waiting for too long, he was a little hungry, so he walked around the airport with his suitcase, and finally stopped at the door of a small shop selling desserts. The aroma wafting from here was so strong that Le Zhishi could hardly walk.

The store is not big, but it is indeed the only one selling cakes at the airport. There is also a large Christmas tree inside, which was probably booked in advance. It has no decorations and looks a bit shabby.

He thought there might be something he could eat in there, so he walked in and looked for the target in front of a long row of cupboards.

Even if there is an ice cream or mousse.

The cell phone he was holding suddenly vibrated. When Le Zhi saw it was Song Yu, he immediately clicked the call, his eyes still fixed on the dazzling array of cakes.

Song Yu spoke much faster than before, as if he had just finished something, "Where are you now?"

"Me?" Le Zhishi thought he hadn't seen the message, "It's the airport. I'm a little hungry now. There is a small cake shop here. It smells so good, so I came in."

He was afraid that Song Yu would be worried, so he told him in advance, "Don't worry, I won't eat randomly."

"I know." There seemed to be another person saying something on the other end of the phone. Song Yu replied a few words to him. The store was too noisy and Le Zhi couldn't hear clearly. He wanted to go out, but he bumped into a porter.

The worker was carrying two large bags of flour. When the two collided, the flour bag on his shoulder shook violently.

"Hey, hey, be careful!"

Two shop assistants rushed over to help him, "I was scared to death, but luckily I didn't get hit."

But there was a large amount of flour on the flour bag, which was suddenly shaken into the air, and Le Zhi breathed it in. He held on to the glass cabinet, bent down and coughed violently.

"Le Zhishi, what's wrong with you?" Song Yu's tone changed on the phone, "What happened?"

He also wanted to answer, but his willpower was compressed by the thin air, and for some reason he accidentally hung up the phone and couldn't hear Song Yu's voice.

At first, the clerk thought he had been choked, and immediately ran to get him some water. But the more he coughed, the less strength he had. His breathing became louder and faster, and his back seemed to be sliding down when he leaned against the cabinet.

"It's okay!"

"Are you an asthmatic?"

He had difficulty breathing and could not give any response. He tried hard to reach the backpack on the suitcase, found a small bag from it with difficulty, dumped all the contents on the ground, and hurriedly rummaged through it to find help.

spray and inhale the medicine in large gulps.

Hurry up, he doesn't want Song Yu to worry. He wants to call back as soon as possible.

There were some people gathered around, all looking at him, but Le Zhishi's vision was a little blurry, and he felt like he was constantly sweating. Fortunately, with the medicine, his symptoms gradually improved a little, and he at least had the strength to lift up the scarf around his neck.

Take it off.

The scarf was put on his lap, and Le Zhishi leaned weakly in front of the cupboard. The clerk brought him a glass of water and asked him if he needed to call an ambulance.

Le Zhi shook his head and took the water gratefully, but he did not have the strength to drink it, so he could only put it on the ground for the time being.

A sudden asthma attack left him hypoxic and dizzy. He kept taking deep breaths, and the dream of being on the plane reappeared in his mind over and over again. His negative emotions spread little by little like water after a rain.

He sat on the cold floor, took out his cell phone and called Song Yu, raised his head and made an unlikely wish for the informal Christmas tree, but it quickly disappeared in his mind.

"The number you dialed is currently on a call, please call again later..."

Le Zhi guessed that Song Yu was calling him, so he hung up and waited for a while, but their tacit understanding was really disrupted at this time.

"The number you dialed is..."

After hanging up again, Le Zhishi lowered his head in frustration and chose to wait silently. The tip of his nose was a little sore, but he kept adjusting his breathing, trying to sound better when the call was connected.

After about two or three seconds, the darkened phone screen suddenly lit up.

A small light lit up in Le Zhi's heart, and when he was about to turn it on, he suddenly heard the familiar voice that he longed for.

"Happy to know the time."

When Song Yu rushed to the door of this cake shop, the first thing he saw was Le Zhi sitting on the ground. He turned towards Song Yu, and the cold-colored light illuminated his face pale, and his forehead was thin.

The sweat shone very finely, and the lips were white, like dry and discolored roses.

Le Zhi's eyes were very confused. He thought he was hearing hallucinations, or even hallucinations caused by confusion after the illness. Until Song Yu, whose eyes were so flustered that they were unreal, ran over and hugged him in front of everyone.

Only when he smelled so good and could bury his face in his shoulder did he believe what was happening in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Song Yu's forehead was sweaty. He seemed to have been running for a long time, and his palms were very hot. He touched Le Zhishi's face and checked his heart rate. "Did you have an asthma attack just now? Did you take medicine?

Is it right?"

Le Zhi nodded in confusion. He didn't know that Song Yu, who had clearly said he would not return to school until the day after tomorrow, was here now, looking at his face in a daze.

The dream was indeed reversed, and it turned out to be him who was found.

"Song Yu." Le Zhi called his name very softly, "Why are you here?" As if in a dream, she obediently leaned over and kissed his lips.

Although this Christmas tree was so shabby that it didn't even have a single star or light, it generously fulfilled his wish.

The author has something to say: My brother is not in Changsha and flew there specially. Lele was delayed for several hours at the alternate airport.
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