"Thank you for the same table!" Shan Qiye said with a smile.

Qin Yimu turned to pack his luggage, "Hurry up."

"okay."

They were all folded clothes, and he had no trouble packing them up.

- Just stuff it in the suitcase.

Within five minutes, Shan Qiye packed his luggage, kicked the suitcase, turned to look for Qin Yimu, "same table, need help?"

Qin Yimu organized it very slowly. Every piece of clothing was re-opened and folded, and laid flat in the suitcase. Every small piece of clothing could find a suitable place in it.

There is a bit of meticulousness.

Shan Qiye wanted to help, but he couldn't get in. He messed around a lot, and felt that Qin Yimu would take it apart for him after he cleaned it up.

Just when he was struggling, Qin Yimu stopped for a while, then fumbled around the bag on the left side of the suitcase, found a bottle of drink and handed it to him.

Shan Qiye didn't help, but instead got a bottle to drink.

The drink was strawberry-flavored milk. The pink bottle looked quite tender. Shan Qiye took a sip. The milk taste was not heavy, and the strawberry taste was sweet.

It tastes a little yogurt.

Shan Qiye licked the strawberry milk on his lips and said, "Delicious, did you buy it at the same table? I didn't expect you to buy such a pink milk."

He dawdled around to the other side and sat down, watching Qin Yimu packing up, drinking milk from time to time, and chatting with him.

Qin Yimu had to stop every time he was in the middle of sorting, not knowing which bag he groped for food and handed it to him.

Shan Qiye ate the small biscuits fed by the same table, vaguely feeling as if he had returned to the school day.

After eating half of the biscuits, Qin Yimu closed the box and said, "Let's go."

"Okay." Shan Qiye stuffed the last small biscuit for Qin Yimu to eat, turned his head and carried his suitcase.

Qin Yimu seemed to be stunned. Before he could react, he had already bitten the small biscuit in half, and Shan Qiye was running so fast that he didn't have time to refuse.

After a pause, he bit the biscuits into his mouth, chewing them slowly and swallowing them.

At the door, Shan Qiye straddled the suitcase, turned his head and saw Qin Yimu still stunned, he raised his hand and waved, "Same table! I'm leaving!"

The light in the morning is the most beautiful, soft and not dazzling. The smile of the teenager is intertwined with the sunlight in the morning, revealing the breath of youth.

His dark eyes were full of his reflection.

Qin Yimu walked out with the suitcase, gently closed the dormitory door, the room was automatically locked with a 'click', and a vague response came: "Yes."

Because Shan Qiye was leaving last night, he ran out excitedly and had a long talk with Mao Junyu all night over Coke. In the end, Mao Junyu annoyed Shan Qiye, Shan Qiye chased him for three laps and was finally called back to sleep by Qin Yimu. .

Because of lack of sleep, as soon as Shan Qiye got in the car, his head swayed and he couldn't sit still.

The military training venue is a little far from the city, and it feels a bit like the foot of a mountain. The road here is not easy to walk.

Three or two steps and a pit.

The same goes for driving.

When Shan Qi raised his head to fall asleep, the car suddenly didn't know what he was pressed.

In order to keep a balance, the driver slammed the steering wheel to the left, and the car immediately shook his tail in the same direction.

Affected by inertia, Shan Qi hit the left fiercely, and the sleeping brain had not had time to calculate how painful it was.

One hand suddenly came from the right side, his palm was against his half -sideline face, the warmth of the palm was hot, and the warmth of the palm of the palm was steaming, but he could feel the cool air. On the glass, the pain curled up subconsciously.

At this sound, Shan Qi was awake.

"Deskmate?!"

His exclamation scared the driver ahead, and the driver quickly asked: "Classmates? What are you? Is it okay?"

Qin Yimu said faintly: "It's okay."

Shan Qi glanced at him, and learned to be silent and grabbed his hand.

Qin Yimu made a moment, and he stopped.

He dragged it back, but Shan Qi also followed.

Shan Qiyi knew that his strength could not be better than him, so he moved the enemy as soon as he moved.

Qin Yimu moved an inch, he moved inch, and posted it to Qin Yimu.

Nuo Da's car was squeezed into a single seat.

Qin Yimu looked at a large place in the empty place next to him seemed to want to say something. When he bowed his head, he saw Shan Qi staring at himself angrily. Some red.

He was not good at speaking, and he was dumb.

Shan Qi, who looks fierce, "Do you still hide?"

"..."

"hand."

Qin Yimu handed his hand over.

Chapter 25

The cold fingertips are put on the palm of the palm. The long five -finger finger joints are clear, and the fingers are slightly green, which may be just hit, so it is not obvious, only because the skin is too white, it will look like this.

Shan Qi touched the injury with his fingertips gently, and asked carefully, "Does it hurt?" The low voice was like saying that it would scare the wound.

Qin Yimu: "No."

After speaking, he took back his hand.

Qin Yimu said, "Sleep."

Shan Qi shook his head, "Not sleepy." He sat down and took Qin Yimu's hand again, put it on his legs, rubbing his two fingers gently on top, saying that he kneaded, saying that he kneaded. Just use the fingertips to go back and forth.

Perhaps this can relieve a little pain.

However, the essential effect was minimal. He watched the bruises on the white back of the fairness, and he couldn't help but a little anxious. He asked, "Master, how long is it?"