Fu Yanqing limped out of the kitchen with two plates of egg fried rice.

Professor Fu arranged the placemat, saw his walking posture, and asked strangely: "What's wrong with your leg?"

Fu Yanqing handed over his father's egg fried rice, and said disapprovingly: "It's okay, I accidentally touched it." He said it lightly, but he went home today to find some anti-inflammatory drugs, and in half a month it will be schoolOn basketball game day, he needs to be on the court.

"Okay, then you should pay more attention to yourself." The son is old, and there is no need to follow behind his buttocks to ask about his health. Professor Fu poured two glasses of water, sat down, took out his mobile phone, propped it on the handle of the water glass, and dialed the video.

After a while, a figure appeared on the other end of the video, and Professor Fu grinned: "Honey, have you eaten yet?" He also picked up the plate, "Today my son came back and made fried rice with eggs."

Listening to the sticky video on the opposite side, Fu Yanqing turned on the TV and watched the news expressionlessly, while cooking rice mechanically. As early as a rainy day in the third grade of primary school, he had seen clearly what parents are true love, and heIt was an accident.

The rain that day was heavier than when Yiping asked her father for money.

At that time, Professor Fu had not been assigned to the small building of the family courtyard, and his family lived in a community not far from Qingmu. He couldn't wait for his parents to pick him up after school, so he had to ride a bicycle all the way home, and he hadn't left the school gate yet., there is no place to dry on the body.

In the end, he saw his mother who thought he was working overtime or was away on a business trip. Professor Fu was waiting at the gate of the community to take the bus home. When he saw the rain, he said: go home quickly, put on dry clothes and take a hot bath.

But he is not willing to let her husband soak in the rain that is 100 meters from the gate of the community.

No matter whether the couple is in a different place or together, they have endless conversations every dinner: "Xiao Lin's application for post-doctorate public study abroad has passed, and I recruited a new one in the team, who is the national team player of the chemical competition taught by Xiao Zhao., The second year of high school was admitted early, the little girl is doing very well, what is her name Aoi? The name is quite special..."

Fu Yanqing raised his head suddenly: "Yan Kui?"

Professor Fu paused: "You know him?"

"I've heard of it." Fu Yanqing smiled, it's good, it's right again.

After looking up at his son with scrutiny, Professor Fu frowned: "How is your little game project doing? Don't post the information of other little girls everywhere. You can't always be disturbed when you are doing scientific research."

Fu Yanqing only felt that he was more resentful than Dou E: "What do you mean I have messy hair?" He and Li Wenyang just designed an internal game for a senior who has graduated and started a social app business for many years.A member of some unscrupulous social platforms for publicity.

Professor Fu shook his head, and was too lazy to look at his son. The chemical elements are so wonderful, and the world is made up of ions and molecules, but this kid is not enlightened, and only 0 and 1 (binary) are in his mind.

Fu Yanqing absently put a spoonful of egg fried rice into his mouth, recalling Yan Kui's phone number, he decided to try again tonight.

And Yan Kui was sitting on the back seat of the senior at this time, the cool night breeze was blowing gently, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. The senior had already mastered the driving skills several years ago, switching back and forth between braking and accelerating.

When they finally arrived at the school gate, Yan Kui hurriedly pointed out that the direction of the postgraduate apartment building was different from theirs, and she could go on foot and ride an electric car back by herself.

The senior sister thought for a while looking at the two forked roads, and Yan Kui's electric car did not stop very far: "Then be careful on the road, and send me a message when you go back to the dormitory."

Yan Kui nodded: "Yes, thank you, senior."

Seeing her senior go away, Yan Kui held her stomach and rubbed it, probably because she hadn't accumulated enough sympathy points, and she felt a sense of pity in her heart when she passed by the car several times just now.

Yan Kui carried her schoolbag, and when she entered through the small door, a well-dressed girl with her head bowed and typing on her mobile phone bumped into her head-on, Yan Kui blinked, but the two of them still rubbed their shoulders.

The girl raised her head and looked at Yan Kui apologetically, "I'm sorry, classmate."

Yan Kui tilted her head and waved her hands, said with a slight smile, "It's okay."

"Ah~" Standing on the spot and looking at the back of Yan Kui who was leaving straight away, Dou Xin frowned and thought about it for a while, and then remembered, no wonder she felt familiar, she had seen the photo of Yan Kui on the school forum.

It’s a group of photos from military training, some perform at night, and some goose steps against the sun. It’s very popular on the forum. She still remembers that beautiful women are not only good-looking, but also have good names. It’s just a momentCan't remember exactly what it's called.

She put aside her endless thoughts, walked to a royal blue trot, and opened the passenger door: "Let's go?"

Her boyfriend threw the phone aside, slowly backed the car out, glanced at her a few times, and asked casually, "Do you know that girl just now?"

Dou Xin pursed her lips and smiled coldly. She and this guy are both emotional playboys. He pouted his butt, so she knew what the other party wanted to do: "What? Do you want to dump me and chase him?"

The boyfriend laughed a few times: "How is it possible, I just have an appreciative attitude."

Because she was going to a party, Dou Xin took out the mirror to take a look at her makeup, and glanced at her boyfriend: "Do you still remember what I told you before we dated?"

Dou Xin doesn't care whether the other party has moved on or not. After all, she judges others by herself, and she can't guarantee it herself, but it's easy to get together and break up. If you have other ideas, don't hide it from everyone. If the relationship fades, it should be divided.

"Of course, of course." The boyfriend should be in a hurry.

He really didn't think about it, but he saw that the girl was so cute and asked. He and Dou Xin are both locals in Yangcheng, and they both belong to the same circle. The most rare thing is that they have similar temperaments.

He still wanted the two of them to go on like this.

When Yan Kui returned to the dormitory, the three roommates had already crawled into bed, seeing her back, Zhang Qian poked her head out and said, "Kui Kui, the hot water in your pot was just made tonight, just use it directly."

Zhang Qian was worried that there would be no hot water for Yan Kui when she came back too late, so she also helped her. In their eyes, Yan Kui was one year younger than them and needed to be taken care of.

Yan Kui thanked her and put on the earphones again with a nonchalant "hmm".Except for Yan Kui, the three people in the dormitory are all watching a popular TV series. The freshman's courses are simple, but for Yan Kui, Zhang Qian and the others are still very serious about their studies, so the time to watch the TV series is just before going to bed.effort.

The three of them will also have a discussion about the daily update, Yan Kui often listens to them with frowned eyes, and in his mind, the system also follows the discussion in full swing, and it is also following this drama these days.

"Buzzing" two vibrations, Yan Kui picked up the phone from the pillow, it was a text message.

"Yan Kui, I know that you are Teacher Xiao Sunflower. Because you didn't reply for a long time, I asked the senior to contact you with the list of your provincial first. You are angry and refused because you felt that you violated the **.Admit it?"

"And we have met before. Last weekend, I was Fu Yanqing."

Yan Kui stared at the two text messages for a while. After the APP was deleted, she was not incapable of getting it back, but she just felt that the contact between the two of them has gradually decreased in recent years, and it may be time to part.

But didn't want to meet it in reality.

Seeing that Yan Kui didn't reply for a long time, Fu Yanqing gritted his teeth, broke through his shame, and sent another message: "It's really me, the king of the Adventure Canyon..." This was his screen name when he was nine years old, and it was also the name he and Yan Kui shared.Aoi often played games in teams when she was young.

Although Yan Kui gave him another nickname, she still remembers this screen name, which is very high school two, and because of this screen name, her father confirmed that the other party is a primary school student. After all, it is difficult to have such a nickname after graduating from primary school.King of courage.

This time Yan Kui finally replied to him: "I know."

When he came to respond, Fu Yanqing felt aggrieved again: "The two of us can be regarded as old netizens for more than ten years and good friends who grew up together, so you just reply to me like this!" It's too cold.

He also thought of Yan Kui's attitude towards him in the past ten years, and how she behaved towards her roommates when they met in reality, and felt that he was treated differently.

This time Yan Kui didn't call him back.

After Fu Yanqing stared at the phone for a long while, he resigned to his fate, which is fine, this is the person he is familiar with, the familiar chat mode.

He sent another message to Yan Kui: "Is your phone number a WeChat account? Can I add you?"

"yes."

Unlike high school boys who confessed with some restraint, college boys are much more courageous. After all, if they fail, the chances of meeting again are not very high.

Yan Kui rides an electric scooter slowly, and is often stopped while walking.

She's also recently started wearing a helmet, a light purple helmet that doesn't stand out, but almost no one in school wears it.

The helmet became a way for others to find her in the crowd at a glance.

"Student Yan Kui." When he came out of the teaching building to go to the laboratory in the afternoon, Yan Kui was stopped again. The boy was wearing a sportswear and his skin was a healthy wheat color.Wet, the water droplets keep dripping, and evaporate instantly when it falls on the ground.

Yan Kui pursed her lips and smiled: "Student, I am in a hurry to go to class, please let me go."

There was one after another booing from the basketball court on the side, the boy took a step back, Yan Kui started the electric car, but the other party trotted to follow, the smile on his handsome face was brighter than the sun: "I won't delay you like thisIs it time?"

"Can we be friends?"

"Add a WeChat contact information."

Yan Kui: "..." She felt as if she had been insulted...

She turned the speed control handle slowly and carefully, increasing the speed for the first time, throwing off the boy.

Gong Ran stopped and looked at the floral skirt swaying in the wind in front of him, his eyes were full of smiles, Yan Kui thought he had accelerated, but in his eyes, he could still easily trot and catch up.

But he knew that this meant rejection, and it was better to stop in moderation.

Gong Ran and Fu Yanqing are both on the basketball team of the computer department, and the news that he was rejected after chasing Yan Kui was sent to the group before dinner, causing a lot of ridicule.

Fu Yanqing took a look at the chat records, and said secretly: knew that Gong Ran would not be able to catch up with Yan Kui.

Looking at the time, he found Yan Kui's WeChat account, took a picture of his dinner and sent it: "Did you eat? Mixed noodles with tomato sauce, produced by Master Yan at window No. 6 on the third floor of the cafeteria. It's salty and slightly sweetmouth."

A few minutes later, a photo of the half-eaten claypot rice was sent along with the word "eating".

Fu Yan replied in seconds: "West Street Fat Ha Claypot Rice, the taste is good too."