The evil word of evil fate is more or less predestined.

Wei Yu, a pioneer poet, already knew that he liked He Qingyang at the same table before his brain was opened. It's a pity that this love is destined to be sneaky and not see the light.

After all, when Wei Yu liked He Qingyang, he was only in the fifth grade of primary school.

A fifth-grade student will not be mature or rational enough to interpret his "liking" in any case.

Poor Wei Yu, a person with emotional cleanliness, once he "likes", it is really a fatal "like".

He Ling rummaged through her bookcase for a long time before she found a photo of her on a spring outing with the whole class when she was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

In the fourth grade, it was the time when she was pinched by Qin Xue the most miserable. Compared with other girls' clean and colorful children's clothes, she wears a somewhat blackened school uniform. Even after so many years, the photos have faded, and Suzu can still see the overlapping oil stains and dirty spots on the school uniform she is wearing.

Standing next to her was Wei Yu, with a pigtail and a green cotton skirt. The whole person is like a garlic seedling, fresh, tender, and of course, it also emits some unique smell. She stared at the camera with big eyes, as if she was not satisfied with the teacher who was taking the picture and focused on someone else.

This is really not to blame the teachers, in that simple childhood when heroes were only judged by academic performance, teachers liked top students who looked good and studied well, and added one or two red lines on their arms at every turn to show their love. Among them, the boys are respected by He Qingyang, and the girls are headed by Allen Zhang, who is the "golden boy and jade girl" who is most often mentioned by the head teacher when he praises people.

Standing in the center of the photo is He Qingyang, the "golden boy" who grew healthy and beautiful when he was a child. Not to mention, He Qingyang had a cute Zhengtai face when he was young, with a rare heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his dark eyes seemed to reflect the clouds in the sky. Therefore, just Chong's face, it is impossible for Wei Yu, a senior member of the Appearance Association, not to dislike him.

And standing next to He Qingyang was a long-haired little girl in a puffy skirt, named Zhang Allen. A small face is as pink and snow-white as if it had been hyaluronic acid. Although the eyes are not as big as Wei Yu, they are peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned tails, which can make the eyes appear dreamy. It can be said that the "Jade Girl" is young, but she already has the embryo of a beauty.

He Ling vaguely remembers that when she was in the second or third grade, after the flag-raising ceremony every week, each class had to send someone to receive the mobile red flag, and the head teacher either sent her or sent this girl named Zhang Allen. The whole class is here, and the class teacher only thinks of you, which shows that the teacher values you. It's a pity that later, every time I go to receive the mobile red flag, the person is fixed to Zhang Allen.

Some fragments can always be remembered in my heart, not because the parties have a good memory, but because these fragments involve honor and disgrace.

Just when He Ling looked through the photos and recalled the past, Wei Yuzheng was meticulously changing the oil pump. The white-gloved hands weave back and forth through the various mechanical parts, more attractive than the slender fingers on a piano keyboard.

Andre, who was too cold and didn't forget to join in the fun, got out of the car and leaned on the side like He Qingyang, who was stunned, looking at her motionlessly.

It's just that Andrey must have folded his wings in his last life, and the sigh came out of his mouth, and the second turned into verse: "Lilia, I'm glad you came." At the same time, I would also like to thank you for not losing your way in the vast fog, and for finding us in the vast sea of people. We wouldn't know what kind of day we'd be here without you. If it weren't for you."

Wei Yu kept busy with his hands, buried his head under the cover of the car, and said without a good breath: "Толькодвеминуты.Подождите, пожалуйста." (Just two minutes, you wait)

As soon as he heard that it was about to be good, Andrei cheered, twisted his ass and jumped back into the car.

He Qingyang's dark eyes looked at the look on Wei Yu's face, and said tentatively: "It's okay to change the oil pump?" ”

Wei Yu rolled his eyes unconsciously, but fortunately he was covered by sunglasses. The Heling in the Bluetooth headset interjected: "Did you hear that?" He's talking about oil sticks, not oil pumps. I couldn't tell the difference between bang and beng, and I returned everything to the elementary school teacher. Hurry up, mock him mercilessly, trample on him cruelly. ”

Wei Yu decisively moved his head out from under the car cover, looked at He Qingyang from top to bottom through his sunglasses, and said arrogantly: "Oil stick? Did I hear you right, big brother? Anyone who has a Mandarin level certificate knows that this thing in my hand is called an oil pump, not an oil stick. Or is your language taught by a math teacher? ”

He Qingyang was stunned for two seconds, as if he didn't expect Wei Yu to talk to him like this. In my impression, Wei Yu's voice was soft, soft, and as light as a breeze blowing through a bell in front of a window.

At least not to be as sharp as it is now

He Qingyang smiled, with a beautiful look of smoke and clouds in the corners of his eyes, and asked Wei Yu: "You are in the same class as me, I don't know who my Chinese teacher is?" ”

Flamboyant like when I was a child

Wei Yu ignored him, walked straight to the driver's seat, and tried to start the motor. After activating it several times to make sure the sound was correct, Wei Yu returned to the front of the car and closed the car lid heavily.

With Andre's cheers, He Qingyang slowed down for a moment, turned his head and asked Wei Yu, "That's fine?" "I looked incredulous.

Wei Yu carried the toolbox, as if he hadn't heard his question, and turned around and walked back to his car.

She had fantasized many times about when the two of them would see each other again.

It's like on the Wutong Road on a rainy day, you hold an umbrella and I hold an umbrella, I recognize you through the rain curtain, but you pass by me.

For example, you are lying in the hospital miserably, and my grandfather is selflessly worried about the friendship of his classmates and carries three apples and two cucumbers to condole.

For example, if you take your child to play on the side of the road, "My father's father is called grandpa, and my mother's mother is called grandma", I walk up to the two of you as a noble lady, and then evaluate your son in a sour tone: "Yo, does it look like your son?" ”

It's like this draft, and Wei Yu has typed it too many times. But what's the use of having more drafts like this?

Wei Yu's eyes were a little sore, and his hands were shaking when he was wearing his seat belt.

The longing, fantasy, and self-deception that she has been longing for are gone.

Covering his mouth, gritting his teeth, and enduring the ** who wanted to howl and cry. Wei Yu slammed on the accelerator and raced the car back to the highway.

He Qingyang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, tried to step on the accelerator, and the numbers and sounds displayed were normal, and they were really repaired. Raising his head to see if Wei Yu had turned his head, he watched a cold wind drift in front of the car with wind and sand, and Wei Yu had already driven the car to two hundred meters away.

Andre, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw that the car could start smoothly, and his excitement was indescribable. patted He Qingyang on the shoulder, and asked him in English excitedly: "Lilyissosexy, ha"

He Qingyang didn't know how to answer, so he turned the steering wheel in silence and followed behind Wei Yu's car.

It's just that I don't know if Wei Yu is driving too fast, or if it's his own problem, and the accelerator under his feet is full.

Wei Yu, who couldn't help crying in the car, knew that the two people behind her were talking about her, and they were all indulging in sadness.

Paralyzed, you dare to question her ability to repair cars?

Bastard, even retorted that she forgot who the Chinese teacher was.

She Wei Yu knew He Qingyang's qiē, and when she was humble, she even had to study his Weibo as a holy decree for half a day. Guess how he's feeling lately, guess what happened to him. When fucking up, even the purchasing agent he forwarded casually would buy one or two,,, and as a result, people didn't even know her most basic situation.

He Ling, who had listened to this qiē, sighed, and his fingers drew circles and circles on the group photo, revealing the truth a little cruelly: "Wei Yu, when you see He Qingyang, you still have feelings. ”

Wei Yu took a sharp breath and cried: "What's the matter, the old lady's reflex nerves are healthy, and she will shout when she sees a dog." How can you not feel it? ”

"Do you know the last boss of LP, Huanxi Sha?"

"Nima, how do I know this person." Wei Yu was stabbed, and his tone was full of unhappiness.

He Ling threw the photo back into his storage box, and said with a wicked smile: "It's because of her that we don't dare to let go of the project now." If you want to take on projects, you only dare to pick up acquaintances. So to speak"

Wei Yu seems to have seen that there is a zero missing in his bank account.

"So, since you still have feelings for He Qingyang, why don't you let our LP help you get him. What is the cost, give you a 20% discount, a down payment of 40,000 yuan, and a final payment of 40,000 yuan, how about it? ”

"Is He Qingyang worth so much money?" Wei Yu asked very unproductively.

"You're too expensive, huh?" He Ling sighed and deliberately retreated: "Then I'll turn around and knock on the side of the woman named Zhang Allen." Didn't you say before that the biggest obstacle on your pursuit of He Qingyang was her? Well, let me think about it, Allen Zhang is taller than you, his legs are thinner than yours, his face is not bad, and he even has his breasts."

Wei Yu suddenly screamed, almost deaf with Suzu's ears.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Eighty thousand is eighty thousand, I, Wei Yu, today I officially entrust you LP to help me pursue He Qingyang. I will promise to keep it confidential and not to reveal the truth and any details of the matter to a third party, even He Qingyang himself. If there is a violation, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky! ”

In fact, when there are five thunderstorms in the sky, it is enough to wear a lightning rod on your head.

"Also," Wei Yu didn't finish his breath, and said angrily: "My breasts are definitely bigger than Zhang Allen's." And Suzu, I sue you, you can say that I am inferior to her in everything, but you must not say that my breasts are not as big as hers! ”

This has a yarn analogy

He Ling gave a perfunctory "um" and began to arrange the project to run: "Wei Yu, where are you going to eat next?" ”

"Hongqiao Fang."

“Okay.” He Ling turned on the computer in the room, knocked on the keyboard a few times, and instructed: "You are the same as usual, you should toast when you eat with customers, and tell jokes when you should tell jokes, but don't take the initiative to talk to He Qingyang." Treat customers with a face, treat He Qingyang with the same face as the aunt who arranges a blind date for you. Remember, if you encounter anything unthinkable in the middle of the meal, you have to accept it all and don't show it. ”

"Huh? So what if we eat old Beijing hot pot and the waiter pours me hot water? ”

Hearing this, He Ling felt a mouthful of blood suffocating in his chest: "Second fool, the LP sent a group performance in the past, not a killer!" ”

"Well," Wei Yu parked the car in the Hongqiaofang parking lot, and said while unloading the seat belt, "Then I'll wait to see your LP's good show!" ”