The signal light flashed to the next green, and He Qiao finally crossed the zebra crossing and came to him.
On the morning of He Qiao's birthday, Chi Xueyan's first words to face him were: "It fits well, and you can borrow it to wear in the future."
It was the first time he saw He Qiao wear such clothes, a loose light gray sweatshirt, a quiet dark coffee coat, and the breath of youth covered a serious book.
Chi Xueyan didn't break into other people's rooms and rummage through the wardrobe without permission. What's more, He Qiao usually wears clothes, which don't look similar in style.
These are his own clothes.
It is probably a big advantage for same-sex couples. Clothes can be worn mixed.
With that, Chi Xueyan handed the bag in his hand to He Qiao: "Fried dumplings, remember to wait five minutes before eating."
He not only indicated the time and place on the note, but also asked He Qiao not to have breakfast before going out.
After He Qiao took it over, he did not ask him the reason and destination, but asked, "Have you eaten?"
"I've eaten it. The one just came out of the pot is more fragrant." He said, "But this bag will be used as a prop later, so you can only eat a little cooler."
Chi Xueyan smiled and said, "However, the taste is still very good and more accurate."
It is as delicious and accurate as in memory.
After walking through the intersection, there is a wide road that suddenly becomes bright, with dark green pine trees on both sides. Under the blue sky, there is a quiet and solemn smell.
"It's a pity that it didn't snow today." Chi Xueyan said, "Otherwise, they would be more like Christmas trees."
Heqiao walked on this road for the first time. Before that, he only occasionally sat in the car.
But he knows this road, which is very famous, and tourists often come here to visit.
Under the cover of pine and cypress trees on the street, there are two top universities that are almost facing each other.
Three minutes later, He Qiao saw the two university gates with completely different styles. It was the time before and after class in the morning, and young college students kept coming and going.
Strangely, many people came out of the school gate on the left and then walked quickly into the school gate on the right.
Seeing this scene, Chi Xueyan also accelerated his pace, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "You can eat fried dumplings when you enter the school."
This is the university he used to go to, but almost every morning, he would run to the canteen opposite the school to buy breakfast.
At the end of five minutes, he walked side by side with He Qiao through the school gate. The doorman's eyes swept over the fried dumpling bag in He Qiao's hand, and naturally regarded them as one of the college students.
In the early morning sunlight, they naturally joined the crowd of students rushing to class.
The first level was successfully passed. Chi Xueyan looked sideways at He Qiao and happily revealed the mystery of the birthday arrangement: "Today, I will take you to my youth adventure."
Not as an outsider and tourist, but quietly blending into the youth that will always be staged in different people.
Inspired by the moment when He Qiao offered to help him write a report, he remembered his middle school days, and perhaps the potato squirrel fish he ate in other university canteens.
Chi Xueyan doesn't remember the past much, because he often has happy days, and rarely remembers the past.
But occasionally he also feels that in the past, there are moments when they are so brilliant that they can never be replaced.
For example, he had a very happy college life.
For example, at this moment when memory and reality are about to intertwine.
The only difference is probably that his overly ostentatious hair color is too easy to be remembered, so he deliberately wore a low-key black hat to cover it.
Chi Xueyan asked the people around her seriously, "He Qiao, which department do you want to take?"
On the sidewalk in the campus, the colorful tree shadows are covered with two extremely similar coats.
They set out from a crowded and noisy intersection, passed through the pine and cypresses all over the street, and boarded a non-existent platform to the past.
In the winter that should be lonely, the dark lights on the platform were burning with crimson warm flames.
The students waiting for the train on the platform forgot every train. They only remembered to keep an eye on the lamp and answer the lamp's questions carefully: "I want to take the classes that dentists need to learn."
"I guessed it." Chi Xueyan smiled and immediately led him in the most familiar direction. "After all, you are a dentist now."
Although the only work content is to write the annual summary.
Three years have passed, and the scenery of the medical school has not changed at all. It is surrounded by strange and green faces, as well as the most familiar aroma of fried dumplings.
Chi Xueyan asked, "Are the fried dumplings delicious?"
"It's delicious. Is it the breakfast you used to eat?"
"Well, it's more convenient." He said, "You should cherish this bag of fried dumplings, because compared with the lunch later, the drop will be very strong."
In the complete youth, there should be delicious fried dumplings in the school next door, and there should also be delicious dark creative dishes in the school canteen.
There should be more wanton nonsense.
He Qiao looked at Chi Xueyan and stopped a girl from the medical school, and asked her politely, "Classmate, is there Mr. Jiang's class today?"
"Yes, it seems to be in a moment. Classmate, do you want to listen?"
"Yes, I heard that his class is very interesting."
Although he was wearing a hat, he was so close that he could clearly see his delicate face.
The girls didn't dare to look directly at him and asked in a low voice, "Well... Do you want me to take you there?"
"No trouble. If it's convenient, can you tell me which classroom you are in?"
Chi Xueyan smiled at her and said, "My boyfriend has been to your hospital and knows the road."
A minute later, he returned to his "boyfriend" with a photo just taken with his mobile phone, which was a weekly schedule of a certain class in the medical school.
Chi Xueyan handed his mobile phone to He Qiao and let him choose: "Is there any class you want to take? If not, I'll ask someone else for the schedule.
As he spoke, he looked at the other students who walked around, as if he was looking for another target that might come from other grades.
And He Qiao's eyes only swept through the schedule on the screen, staring at his side face illuminated by the sun, and remembering the name that flashed in the wind.
"I want to listen to Mr. Jiang's lecture."
That's the interesting thing that Chi Xueyan has certified.
This class is really interesting.
He Qiao couldn't understand the lot of professional knowledge taught in the class, but he understood every joke told by Mr. Jiang.
He didn't know anyone in the staircase classroom, and no one knew him, but Chi Xueyan had been sitting beside him.
They sit together in the last row of the classroom, which is the best place for students who don't want to listen to the class to play mobile phones and sleep.
However, Chi Xueyan listened very carefully for the jokes of those long-time reunions.
Therefore, He Qiao also listened very carefully for this unforgettable adventure.
Even the strange and difficult medical terms seem to be golden.
At the end of the class, the students stretched out and got up one after another and walked out of the classroom. The teacher packed up the courseware by the podium.
In the crowd, Chi Xueyan, who looked like a student, walked side by side with He Qiao, walking out as if nothing had happened.
When he was about to walk to the door, Mr. Jiang, who was by the podium, finally couldn't help it and stopped him with a smile: "Do you really think I can't recognize you? Classmate Xiaochi."
He is always hard to forget.
Only then did Chi Xueyan stop and turned around to greet him with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Jiang, long time no see."
"Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that you were listening to the class very carefully now."
Mr. Jiang chatted with him in a witty tone: "When did you dye your hair red?"
"The first two years, isn't it cool?"
"Cool, the leaders of your unit are also quite cool."
"It's not as cool as Mr. Jiang's joke. There are several new jokes. I like the one related to nerves best."
"Oh, Xiaochi, don't come to this set."
Having said that, Mr. Jiang was still very happy. By the way, he looked at He Qiao beside him: "Bring your friends here to play?"
Chi Xueyan nodded: "Yes."
Then Mr. Jiang whispered to him, "Mr. Zhao will give a big lecture in the afternoon. Would you like to take your friends to listen?"
Mr. Zhao is the most amazing teacher in the whole medical school. There is a college legend that he fell asleep when he lectured.
His class can cure all insomniacs.
After saying goodbye to the humorous teacher Jiang, Chi Xueyan walked out of the classroom and asked He Qiao, "Do you want to take a nap in the afternoon?"
He Qiao read the schedule sent by the random wind: "Okay, go to the bad canteen first, and then go to Mr. Zhao's class to sleep."
Chi Xueyan was amused by his description: "It sounds like a terrible day."
He Qiao responded to his words in a warm voice: "Well, it's also the most perfect day."
Boring and happy youth.
It's Chi Xueyan's youth.
In that youth, there was an unforgettable canteen.
Stainless steel dinner plates, with strange dishes, college students coming and going, and talking everywhere.
"Is it really bad?"
"Yes."
The student wearing a hat got this destined answer and bent his eyes with a smile: "So what do you want to eat now?"
The gentle companion on the opposite side answered him, "I want to eat the fried dumplings of the school next door, and I also want to eat squirrel fish made of potatoes."
"Squirrel fish can be taken to eat next time." He paused and said in a strange tone, "However, there are people who really like to eat in this canteen, such as Mr. Jiang."
"It's like Mr. Jiang's taste." The companion also paused and said curiously, "Do all the teachers in the courtyard like you very much?"
"Not really. Serious teachers won't want to see me."
Chi Xueyan remembered that there was an old professor who was very rigorous and exquisite. He once said to him in public: "Chi Xueyan, you know how to mess around! What on earth can't you do!"
He answered seriously, "Yes, such as giving up messing around in this world."
The old professor, who was originally a straight face, laughed angrily.
Later, no one ever criticized Chi Xueyan so formally, because he knew that he could not change, and he could only be blind.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan is still free to live.
When they came out after lunch, they had been in the university for a whole morning and met many medical students.
Naturally, I was often watched along the way, and I was also approached by bolder students several times.
"Classmates, which college are you from?"
This is the most common and euphemistic pick-up.
Chi Xueyan's face did not change: "I am from the College of Arts, and he is from the School of Economics."
Then that's all for the answer, ignoring the subtext behind the question, and nodding to separate.
Someone's talk is more direct, and he changed his rhetoric: "We are both from law school. Come and find your friend. Do you know Su Yu from your college?"
Anyway, don't talk nonsense.
No one knew Su Yu of the non-existent medical school, so they regretfully ended this difficult-to-go conversation and watched them leave to find someone.
Of course, Chi Xueyan didn't go to find his friends.
He took He Qiao to buy a bag of fried chestnuts with sugar to make up for the bad lunch, and he could also take it to Mr. Zhao's class to relieve boredom.
In the afternoon, He Qiao gradually became familiar with the way of adventure, and he also learned the game.
Looking at the notebook and ballpoint pen borrowed on the table, and even the mobile phone charging cable, Chi Xueyan quietly gave a thumbs up to his deskmate.
In this way, it is more like a student who comes to class.
But his goal has not changed, and he is still to come here to take a nap.
Eat some sweets before lunch break to help you sleep better.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao sat in the penultimate row, and this time they did not grab the golden seat in the last row.
The students in the last row looked at the movements of the two people in front of them, sniffed, and looked down at their mobile phones, calculating the time to go to the small supermarket.
Chi Xueyan is peeling chestnuts, and He Qiao is also peeling chestnuts.
Doing the same thing becomes a game that needs no words.
Chi Xueyan felt that his movements were actually faster.
But He Qiao is very lucky. He always gets the kind of chestnut that can be eaten as soon as he peels off the shell.
And the chestnuts that Chi Xueyan casually took were often stained with a layer of annoying thin clothes after being peeled off.
When this unfair situation happened for the fifth time, Chi Xueyan quickly took away the ready-to-eat chestnut kernels in He Qiao's hand, ate them in one bite, and then stuffed the ignorant chestnut kernels in his hand to him.
He simply announced the result of the game: "I won."
He Qiao was caught off guard. First, he looked at him with some astonishment. Then his eyes were quickly filled with a smile and he said, "Well, I lost."
The chestnut kernel stuffed into his palm has a very warm heat.
It just happened so fast that I couldn't remember the body temperature of the exchange chestnut.
Chi Xueyan had enough of eating and pushed the paper bag with sugar and fried chestnuts to He Qiao's table. She took off his hat in a good mood, took off his coat as a pillow, and prepared to start his lunch break.
Mr. Zhao, who is lecturing today, has a soothing intonation that seems to purify the soul, just like in those years.
Not long after, Chi Xueyan fell asleep.
Sweets bring drowsy dreams.
He dreamed of his past youth.
When I woke up, I witnessed the passing years.
In the afternoon, the classroom was full of warm sleepiness. Some students who really wanted to listen to the class opened the window a little, and the cold winter wind poured in from outside.
The first scene Chi Xueyan saw after waking up was the chestnut kernels covered with paper towels on the corner of the desk.
Many peeled and clean light yellow chestnut kernels.
At the same time, he felt the weight of the gentle landing on his shoulder.
He Qiao is covering his coat with him.
He saw the dark coffee collar hovering on his shoulder and the fingertips bringing the collar.
It's like an unfinished hug.
"Don't cover me with clothes. I'm awake." Chi Xueyan said, "Aren't you sleepy?"
He Qiao obviously didn't sleep.
Not only did he peel a lot of sugar and fried chestnuts, but he even wrote a lot of words in his notebook on his desktop.
This is what Mr. Zhao said in class.
Chi Xueyan's sleepiness was immediately driven away by surprise, and asked him reflexively, "Can you understand?"
He Qiao answered honestly, "No."
"So you still take notes?"
"Pre-study in advance." He said, "Maybe next year's annual report will be better written."
Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing: "Will you write it for me next year?"
"Well, do you need it?" He Qiao asked.
"It should be necessary, if you are still a dentist."
Chi Xueyan commented with emotion: "You really like to study this kind of old-fashioned thing, from news to reports."
"I am more researching than my deskmate in middle school. Every time he helps me write articles, he is almost the same, and he often copies himself."
Therefore, the teacher has actually found for a long time that someone wrote the impressions of the activities he submitted, but he has not broken it at all, and maintains a kind of unspoken drama.
If He Qiao had been his deskmate back then, the teacher probably would not have found out.
He will definitely write his thoughts in a very different way, like every different day in his life.
Chi Xueyan thought so, as if he still didn't get enough sleep. He still lay lazily on the desk in the college classroom, looking up at the deskmate he liked more.
In this long and short moment, he looks not only like a red-haired dentist who loves to tell stories and is very good at coax people, but also like a black-haired college student who once played the bass on the stage, and like a childish teenager who waited for his deskmate to finish a boring report for himself a long time ago.
He just smiled very normally, but the dust hovering in the wind was like a dream, suddenly blowing away the folds of time, and the years became a brilliant game.
"Yes." He Qiao stared at him for a long time and replied softly, "I like it very much."