Language is an art.

It's more of a speaking technique.

Yu Qing set out important information in two sentences.

Xie Ming is really here.

Just when Yu Qing was secretly thinking about how to approach Xie Ming and how to leave a very good impression on him.

At the end of the stairs, her eyes had already seen Xie Ming.

To be precise, it is Xie Ming's back.

It's a very seductive back.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, tall and thin, and looked a little thin under the chandelier.

Yu Qing quietly retreated to the staircase, breathing lightly, not daring to look more.

Like herself, she is extremely sensitive to the eyes of the outside world, not to mention Xie Ming in the acting department.

At the other end of the corridor is the balcony, and the balcony is hung with small light bulbs, the purpose of which is to create a little dim and uncertain atmosphere.

Xie Ming didn't hold his mobile phone, so he went to the balcony to either breathe and enjoy the lights or smoke.

Yu Qing called her father's phone directly, and it rang several times before she hung up.

At this point in time, the only person she can be sure of can call her back quickly is her father.

Small strides to the cubicle where they used to wait for dinner in their dormitory upstairs.

Count down to 10 in your heart.

10，9，8，7，6，5，4，3，2，1

The phone rings cheerfully.

Yu Qing ran to the balcony in small steps and answered the phone.

She is an authentic southern girl, with a glutinous voice, not the kind of overly sweet and greasy little voice, slightly refreshing.

If the timbre has a taste, then she belongs to the sweet pear, which is unforgettable in this dim night.

"Hey, Daddy"

Xie Ming's reaction was super fast, and he had already extinguished the cigarette he had just lit before he could hear a footstep running in his direction.

Subconsciously, I don't want to be discovered.

The tall man leaned into the corner of the balcony and hid behind a wicker chair.

The obedient female voice came into his ears at close range.

It's like a spring in summer, a little cool.

Acting disease, he almost didn't think about it before he guessed the emotions contained in the girl's speech.

Even the greeting was a little awkward, and the tone didn't fluctuate too much.

Xie Ming guessed that this girl was not good at words, and was even a little restrained and reserved.

The next paragraph completely confirms his suspicions.

"Yes, I'm here to eat"

"Have you eaten?"

"Very good"

"Hmm"

"Okay, I'll take care of myself"

"You too"

"Hmm"

"Good"

"I know"

"Daddy"

"I know"

"Bye-bye"

In fact, there is nothing special, just a few short chats with parents.

I don't know why, but Xie Ming suddenly felt for a moment that the girl who spoke was a little distressing.

It's the kind of extremely well-behaved and obedient that makes him feel a little distressed.

Yu Qing controlled the time and hung up the phone unhurriedly.

She didn't leave immediately, but just sent a text message to the front desk that she had already edited four pork rib rice, how spicy, slightly spicy, and not spicy.

The moment she entered the balcony, she guessed where Xie Ming was hiding, but she didn't dare to act rashly.

He silently chose the corner farthest away from him to make a call.

And now she didn't want to look around, just quietly looked at the small light bulb in front of her.

It is a small light bulb in the shape of a five-pointed star, with a yellow halo.

If you get too close, you can feel the heat coming out of the glass.

It's a little hot.

She was very close to him.

This opportunity, seized.

Kind of happy.

Turn on the photo function, make a cute heart-shaped gesture with your left hand, and start shooting with your right hand.

"Click"

In this silent balcony, the sound of such a photo shoot is surprisingly loud.

Yu Qing pretended to be taken aback by accident.

He muttered in a low voice.

"How can there be a sound?"

The soft female voice was full of doubts.

A little stupid, a little cute, Xie Ming thought to himself.

Nerds.

What a nerd.

Why are you so stupid.

If he had appeared from behind the wicker chair, the nerd would have screamed in fear.

Stupid and stupid.

It's stupid.