Qiu's depression was isolated in this way.
He Qiao took the shirt downstairs and gently draped it on him.
The moment the restrained warmth fell, Chi Xueyan's eyes flashed with undisguised surprise.
Not only because of his actions, but also because of his answer.
Chi Xueyan laughed imitating He Qiao's sentence: "So you really haven't been in love."
Han Zhenzhen shared the information with him, saying that Sheng Xiaoyue told her that He Qiao was still her first love.
At that time, Chi Xueyan didn't take it to heart, because it was the experience of "Heqiao".
He remembered that on the day he went to the Internet carf, he casually asked He Qiao if he had ever dated his girlfriend in the Internet car.
He Qiao said no.
It turned out to be a more thorough one.
"No wonder you can listen to his nagging so patiently." Chi Xueyan finally understood the reason, "Ordinary people can't do it."
People who have never been in love feel that those experiences are fresh, so they may be more fascinated by it.
Although Chi Xueyan has never been in love, because she has heard countless paragraphs of lawyer Su's love history, she is really not fresh and forced to become proficient.
So he looked at He Qiao, who looked like usual, and joked, "Then you can really learn a lot. Do you want to listen to it several times later?"
Today, Su Yu only talked for two hours, far from the limit.
For Chi Xueyan, it is also interesting to appreciate the eyes of others who are gradually empty because of the nagging of Daqingsheng.
He Qiao responded gently as usual, "Okay."
The night was getting darker, and they turned back together and walked home.
Chi Xueyan found that He Qiao seemed to be very interested in the experience Su Yu told today.
He asked himself many related questions.
"How long is it suitable for a secret love to confess?"
"It's time to get a clear response." Chi Xueyan said, "If you hope the confession can be successful."
Some people's confessions just want to fulfill a one-way wish, not to be extravagant to succeed, so the timing is irrelevant.
Chi Xueyan, who has heard countless confessions since childhood, is very experienced in this.
Hearing the words, He Qiao thought for a while and asked softly, "If you don't get a response, what will happen if you confess rashly?"
"You will be rejected, and then you may not even be friends."
Chi Xueyan patiently answered the good student who is eager for knowledge, and did not forget to emphasize that this is a personal experience: "Everyone has different ideas about feelings. Anyway, I am like this."
He does things very simply, and the same is true in terms of feelings. He doesn't want to give others a hope that doesn't exist, so he said that in public on the stage of the party in college.
Whether it is a secret love or an open pursuit, as long as he realizes it, he will not hesitate to stay away from the other party, so as not to fall into unnecessary disturbances.
Chi Xueyan directly refused countless confessions.
Or rather, it's every confession.
And his only real heart was quietly rejected.
This is probably the wonder of life.
Returning to the brightly lit home, Chi Xueyan returned the shirt to He Qiao and walked straight to the tea table.
"I'll clean up. You go to bed early. Good night."
It was he who called his friend to his house, and he should take care of the aftermath.
The person behind him did not refuse and responded, "Good night."
Chi Xueyan heard the sound of him walking into the room.
Empty cans were thrown into the trash can one by one.
Under the silent light of the living room, Chi Xueyan moved lightly, not wanting to disturb the people living in the same room.
The transparent beer glass is washed away by water to wash away the residual alcohol.
The fingers were soaked in the slightly cool water, which made Chi Xueyan suddenly remember the moment when he blocked the cold wind just now.
The white shirt that was briefly draped over his shoulder is his favorite style.
Simple and casual, without deliberate restraint.
In the corridor outside the KTV, in front of the audience, he casually mentioned to He Qiao and said that this shirt was not bad.
Since then, He Qiao seems to wear similar style of shirts when he gets along with him.
His partner is really a very careful person.
Standing in front of the pool, Chi Xueyan looked out of the window, thinking endlessly, and wiped the water stains between his fingers.
When he finished cleaning up, he turned off the light outside and went back to the room.
But the next morning, he got up to wash at the appointed time. When he walked out of the room on time, he saw an unexpected figure.
He Qiao is in the kitchen.
On the open bar beside, there is a glass of milk and a colorful dinner plate commonly used by Chi Xueyan.
There is a very Peugeot-looking sandwich on the plate.
It's completely different from all his simple mess. In addition to the open-and-eat ham and meat pine, the sandwich also has sliced tomatoes, freshly washed lettuce, and a perfectly shaped fried egg.
Chi Xueyan walked over in a familiar tone: "What's the matter in the morning?"
He Qiao followed the reputation and said good morning to him: "I'm going to my father's place for the morning meeting, and I will get up at this time in the future."
He was assembling another sandwich and bowed his head again and said, "That's your breakfast. I made it by the way."
He Qiao often cooks, and Chi Xueyan will certainly not turn back this kindness.
Anyway, it seems that it is indeed done by the way, and it is not too troublesome for the other party.
He thanked him, then picked up the sandwich and walked to the pool with milk.
He Qiao sat on the chair by the dining table. In his surprised eyes, Chi Xueyan stood in front of the window, staring at a certain scenery outside and finished the whole sandwich, looking in a good mood.
When he kept his eyes staring outside the window and finished washing the cups and plates, he turned around and was ready to go out to work, he looked at He Qiao, who was sitting in a regular manner, with a smile.
"Now the scenery belongs to you." He said, "Be careful not to be late. I'm leaving. See you tonight."
Since Chi Xueyan moved into this new house, she has spent every time she messed up breakfast and washed the tableware like this.
He really doesn't like the same housework in the kitchen, which is his way to fight against boredom.
It's just that the wake-up time was different from that of my roommate before, and it has never been found out.
Now he takes the initiative to share the secret as a return gift to the delicious sandwich.
The red-haired young man with a little happiness in his expression smiled and passed by Heqiao, said goodbye and left.
The door closed and the room became quiet. He Qiao subconsciously looked at the empty kitchen sink.
Just now, Chi Xueyan has been staying in a fixed position, staring at a specific angle outside the window.
So he got up and went to the same place to see the same scenery.
With just a glance, He Qiao's eyes were full of surprise and smiles.
He saw a strange scenery.
A mini balloon man with long hands and long feet is swaying his body in the wind.
It is like a dancing doll that will be placed at the door to attract customers' attention when some stores open. It only has a thin layer of skin, which may be filled with the wind at any time, dancing chaotically in the direction of the wind, and then collapses to the ground because of the wind's departure, and suddenly stands up at a certain moment.
It's stupid, but it's also interesting.
He Qiao remembers that Chi Xueyan bought this thing when we went to the home furnishing city together before the wedding.
Because it was very strange, he took a few more glances at that time.
But he didn't know when the other party put it here.
I don't know that Chi Xueyan looks at such a scenery and eats sandwiches every morning with a happy look.
The autumn wind blew the maple leaves red, blowing the small balloons placed in the corner of the house ups and downs, like a secret that can never predict the next second.
Just like the person who quietly hid it.
He Qiao stood in front of the kitchen window and looked at it for a long time.
Chi Xueyan's reminder is very far-sighted.
He almost was late to watch it.
Immediately, he finished the same breakfast and left home.
Today is still an ordinary day.
It's just that in the gap between sending the children away, Chi Xueyan occasionally thought about what kind of expression He Qiao, who was calm and introverted, would show when he saw the balloon man who was going crazy freely in the wind.
In fact, he is looking forward to that scene.
But he is really late for going to work every day.
I hope He Qiao will find it interesting.
Chi Xueyan thought so, finished lunch step by step, chatted with his colleagues who came to him for a while, and then prepared to take a lunch break as usual.
It's just that when he walked to the window and was about to pull down the blinds, his gaze suddenly stopped.
In the opposite office building, there was a faintly bright object in front of the window, which was becoming more and more familiar but rarely watched by him.
It's already the afternoon light, and he can't see clearly.
So Chi Xueyan subconsciously looked at the drawer next to the desk, in which there was the telescope he used to count maple leaves.
This time, a balloon man swaying in the window appeared in the telescope.
It's not the one he put at home, but it looks similar and looks new.
It turns out that He Qiao's reaction is like this.
Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.
He stood in front of the window, looked at the window that suddenly became fresh for a while, and then took out his mobile phone to send a message to He Qiao.
[Shahryar: It seems that you like that scenery.]
[Shahryar: But is your mother coming to the company to see us recently?]
In addition, Chi Xueyan can't think of any other reason why he will make the usual serious Heqiao copy the strange scenery outside his office window.
He saw the words in the input at the top of the chat box.
He Qiao typed for a long time before he sent a short answer.
[Little Eleven: Well, tomorrow.]
Chi Xueyan is clear.
He will cooperate with the business seriously in front of the elders.
[Shahryar: Got it.]
[Shahryar: I'll look at your window for a while.]
It's just that as soon as the news was sent out, his room door was knocked by his colleagues again.
"Dr. Chi, have you slept yet? In the case I just mentioned, there is a place that I forgot to ask--"
After Chi Xueyan answered, his colleague pushed the door and came in. As a result, he was seen standing at the window with a telescope at a glance.
The colleague suddenly laughed and joked, "Dr. Chi is also so gossipy that he specially brought a telescope to see it."
Since the company settled in that office building, it has become a daily topic for everyone. So far, there are still people who tirelessly guess which of the people in and out of the building is the legendary Mr. Xiao He.
Chi Xueyan smiled and did not answer. She put down the telescope casually and walked to his colleague who had something to ask.
He disappeared for a while.
The window lost its color.
Standing in front of the opposite window, Heqiao could only look at the newly bought balloon man, swaying and dancing in the wind.
After arriving at the company in the morning, he asked his secretary to call someone to buy it.
According to the photo of the balloon man at home, I bought the same style.
On the day he suddenly received the certificate, Chi Xueyan taught him what he looked like when he first fell in love.
In the co-driver's seat of the newly bought sports car, the man who was about to get married had a hair color similar to the paint of the car body, and told him in an ordinary tone.
--"Liking a person often starts with liking the other person's hobby, such as imitating him to buy the same style."
Now, He Qiao thought, he was right.
Five minutes later, Chi Xueyan's figure appeared in front of the window again.
He didn't hold a telescope in his hand, and he didn't send messages to He Qiao again, but a note.
Chi Xueyan carefully pasted the note on the window, smoothed it, and then pulled the blinds. It looked like it was going to have a lunch break.
The window became no longer transparent, leaving only a note that had just been pasted.
There seems to be words written on the paper, but at such a distance, even if the light is just right, He Qiao can only rely on external forces.
A line of words written casually appeared in the telescope.
[Colleagues said that I was too gossipy and suspended business first.]
He Qiao looked at the note that was close at hand in sight and smiled unconsciously.
Until the secretary knocked on the door and asked him to go to the meeting.
He responded and went back to his desk.
Secretary Li, who was waiting outside the door, saw the pen in He Qiao's hand move slightly.
A moment later, he came out with the document and handed it to the secretary. He said calmly, "Go to the conference room."
Secretary Li immediately took the document. She walked behind Heqiao. When she closed the door, she saw a note neatly pasted on the glass window in the empty president's office.
It was not yet when I came in in the morning.
Although the white paper was clearly illuminated by the sunlight and the handwriting was clear, the words on the paper were written on the side of the street. Secretary Li, who was in a hurry to keep up with the boss, could not understand it at a glance, so he could only close the door with curiosity.
In the office building, dull and regular footsteps are crisscrossed.
The free balloon man still dances in the wind.
At the end of the lunch break, Chi Xueyan opened the blinds to welcome the afternoon work.
The moment the light poured in, he subconsciously looked at the window that had become interesting.
He Qiao copied another strange move that he did casually.
Through the lens, Chi Xueyan clearly saw the clear and powerful handwriting on the paper.
[Leave temporarily, please call me if you have anything to do.]