Chi Xueyan felt that when He Qiao said that he liked it, his eyes were particularly serious.
It seems that he really likes it.
So Chi Xueyan thought for a term, glanced at his notebook again, stretched out his finger and tapped on the paper: "This is wrong. It's clarithromycin, not Klin."
Two antibiotics that are easy to mishear and confuse.
Where his fingertips touched, He Qiao quickly crossed out the wrong words and wrote the correct noun.
The last time Chi Xueyan saw the word Heqiao, it was in the window note he saw through the telescope.
His handwriting is very beautiful, clear and powerful, as if it is naturally suitable for writing the most formal notes on the snow-white paper.
Chi Xueyan was inexplicably pleased by this imagination.
Staying at the desk of a dedicated good student, he finally gave up the lazy posture of a bad student and sat up straight with a smile.
Next, he divided the peeled fried chestnuts on the table with He Qiao, who was still listening to the class and taking notes, at a very slow speed.
At the end of the Chestnut Pinpan Conference, Mr. Zhao's hypnotic pharmacology class also ushered in the end of the class.
During this period, Chi Xueyan did not fall asleep again. Even if the open window was closed again, the classroom was warm enough to make people unable to open their eyes.
However, under Mr. Zhao's soothing tone, which is enough to wash any soul, he is more or less unrestented and wandered out of the sky all the way.
When the two left the classroom, they returned the borrowed things to the real college students, taking only two pages of paper full of notes and a bag of chestnut shells.
After He Qiao returned the things, he put away the paper, and Chi Xueyan carried the bag and went straight out to find the trash can.
Until he was stopped by He Qiao's helpless voice.
"Your coat and hat."
He Qiao picked up the coat that Chi Xueyan left on the table and the black hat.
When he heard it, he stopped and turned around. Then he stretched out his hand generously and waited for He Qiao to hand over the clothes.
I didn't realize the eyes cast by other people around me.
The most ordinary staircase classroom, log-colored tables and chairs, incandescent lamps above the head, the faint fog on the glass window, all the ordinary scenery has become the accompaniment, the most dazzling touch of red.
Chi Xueyan was smiling at him, stretched out her hand to him, and only looked at him, teasing in an intimate tone, "Do you think my coat is too heavy?"
After a short discention, He Qiao came to him and gently put on the hat for him, moving naturally like an ordinary friend.
The brim and the presence of companions together hinder the eyes of others.
He Qiao held two coats at the same time and did feel that this one belonging to Chi Xueyan had a certain heavy weight.
"It's heavier. What's inside?"
"There is gold." Chi Xueyan joked seriously, "Gold to be used at night."
He suddenly thought of something, and a bright light flashed in his eyes: "Do you want to change your coat? In this way, you are the golden Santa Claus.
It seems more meaningful to let the birthday star do this.
Of course, Chi Xueyan does not deny that there is a second important reason: he thinks that the coat is too heavy to wear, and he wants to make He Qiao bear the burden for a long time.
Anyway, these two clothes were originally his, so subconsciously, he didn't think there was anything ambiguous about the proposal to exchange the coat.
Hearing the words, the man holding the clothes paused for a moment before saying, "Okay."
Soon, Chi Xueyan put on He Qiao's coat, and the heavy gold went to He Qiao.
Neither of them uses perfume, and there will be no unnecessary smell on the clothes they wear.
It's just that after the exchange, a strange and familiar body temperature lingers between the breaths.
It's like the smell of the wind.
Chi Xueyan put on his coat, pressed his hat, and turned around first: "Let's go to the next stop."
They joined the crowd again.
College life usually consists of two spaces.
The campus has been almost done, and there are still outside the campus.
Therefore, today's dinner is not the delicious dishes of the opposite school, nor the dark dishes of the school canteen.
Instead, in the narrow path behind the school, there are often unknown noodle restaurants where students often queue up.
The owner of the noodle restaurant is an elderly couple with a silvery head and a kind smile. The action of ordering and cooking noodles is not fast, even slow, but the young people who line up to eat noodles are very patient and no one urges them.
A bowl of noodles costs ten yuan. The noodles are strong and the soup is rich, and it is full of generous meat and vegetarian toppings.
For most students with limited living expenses, this is their most popular off-campus canteen.
Because this bowl of noodles also tastes good, which is hard to describe. It's like a white-collar worker working alone in a big city. When he hurried into the company with coffee and bread in the morning, he suddenly remembered that many years ago, he rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room with his schoolbag and saw the bowl of noodles just cooked by his mother on the table.
Therefore, in addition to students, guests of different ages often come and go here. With a bowl of noodles, they miss the old days that can never be chased.
Sitting in front of the small plastic table and chair, Chi Xueyan looked at the expression of the person opposite and guessed that He Qiao should also like the taste of this bowl of noodles.
After a terrible lunch, I finally had a simple but delicious dinner.
For birthdays, it's probably not a bad ending.
There is still the last stop left in his arrangement.
A place where you can spend gold.
After eating the noodles, Chi Xueyan led Heqiao for a walk along the familiar path.
The sky gradually darkened, and the twilight covered the shadows of the trees. It was surrounded by a peaceful residential area, and in front of it was a wide park.
His alma mater is adjacent to a large area of old residential buildings. Many retired faculty and staff live in these short and old houses, so they are full of a special cultural atmosphere.
He Qiao, whose coat had become heavy, had already seen the "gold" in his pocket between meals.
It's not real gold, but a lot of one-yuan coins, about a hundred, which are packed in two plastic bags and put in one left and one right pocket.
It's hard to imagine that someone would put so many coins in their pockets when they went out.
But when I thought that the owner of the coat was Chi Xueyan, it seemed to be not so unexpected.
They passed through a quiet residential area and walked into a large park with trees and bridges.
The park is relatively lively. Some people are walking, some people are running at night, some people are walking their dogs, and there are voices everywhere.
A faint song and music came from afar.
Chi Xueyan walked in that direction, and looked sideways at He Qiao and said, "I don't know if you will like it there. Maybe it's a little old-fashioned, but I think it's very romantic."
This is the first time He Qiao has heard him describe something romantically.
"Is it the place you often went in college?"
"Yes, it will come several times a week." Chi Xueyan said, "It looks the same and different there every day."
The music is getting closer and closer, and Heqiao finally sees the scenery under the street lamp.
It's a bit like an open-air KTV, but the equipment is very simple. There is only one song ordering machine, a projection screen blown by the wind from time to time, and two microphones, which look a little old, but the side is full of people listening to the song.
Standing next to the song ordering machine is a middle-aged man with thick-bottomed glasses who looks like literary. He should be the boss. He is looking at the MV screen of the song played on the projection screen.
It was a very old song, and the singing of it was a college student with a green face. Among the audience who listened, there were young friends who came with him and strange old people.
"You can sing a song for one dollar, only cash, and there are no songs in the past 20 years in the music library, because the equipment has not been updated for a long time."
Chi Xueyan stopped and explained to the people around him with a smile, "It's also because the boss originally wanted to serve the customers who were middle-aged and elderly people walking in the park."
"But he ignored that there were two universities nearby. Bored college students would dig up all the things around the school to play."
Therefore, youth and old age intersect under this street lamp, and the intersection of every night is full of change and chance.
The song flowing in the air at this moment is the dream written by the young man thirty years ago. It is sung brightly by the young people thirty years later, and there are people who have lived in that era.
Music is a strange language. It can erase the exact coordinates of time, sway different emotional tides in people's hearts, and the past, present and future emerge at the same time.
He Qiao thought that this was indeed romantic, a kind of romance that was too complicated to describe.
He also understood the function of the gold in his pocket in an instant.
The duration of a song is three to four minutes. It's six o'clock now. A hundred coins can just let strangers sing the whole Christmas Eve.
It's the real Santa Claus.
Without more words, he walked to the middle-aged boss next to the song ordering machine and took out the two plastic bags full of coins in his pocket.
The boss looked at the strange He Bridge in front of him. At first, he was stunned, and then he saw Chi Xueyan beside him.
So he took back what he wanted to ask and smiled with emotion: "Classmate, it's Christmas Eve again."
Chi Xueyan nodded, with a smile in her eyes: "Boss, happy Christmas Eve."
No one knows what the boss's last name is. He has a slightly strange accent and is also doing a slightly strange business. He can't earn much money, but he is happy and appears on time every night.
When the song was over, the boss turned down the coin handed over by the next guest, picked up the microphone and announced, "Sing for the rest of the night for free. Someone is invited."
Whether they sang or not, everyone began to applaud enthusiastically.
In the sudden sound of a fight, the boss looked down at the song ordering machine and said, "Before queuing up to order a song, I'll insert a song for this old friend - which one of you can sing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Xueyan shook his head with a smile and couldn't help complaining to He Qiao beside him, "I knew it."
Since his sophomore year, he has become very famous in school, and together with that song, he has become a campus legend everywhere.
Even the boss who sold a song for one dollar in the off-campus park has heard from Chi Xueyan's friends about the moment when he announced on the stage that he didn't want to fall in love.
Therefore, when he becomes more and more familiar with it, the boss will take the initiative to play this song every time he comes.
But Chi Xueyan has never sung, and it is the same today.
He has been only a spectaton here.
The title of the song appeared on the projection screen, and the young college student who grabbed the microphone suddenly shouted at the boss, "Boss, it's winter now!"
The boss also shouted back, "Yes, that's why we have to sing summer!"
The title of the song is Perfect Summer.
Chi Xueyan once played songs with bass on the orientation stage in her sophomore year and in the bar four months ago.
Now, he stands in the crowd with He Qiao, listening to strange college students singing.
Their voices are not neat at all, and occasionally out of tune, but their emotions are so warm and pure.
"Wandering in front of your window all summer,
Wait for you to appear in the breeze..."*
This is the most suitable song to sing to your heart after the summer.
When the song ended, the song stopped, and the last melody faded away. Chi Xueyan kept looking at the screen that was gradually disappearing.
Then, he whispered to the people around him, "Happy birthday."
The melody related to memories can always evoke the emotions buried in the deepest part of the heart, even if the emotion has become very faint.
He told He Qiao, who helped him finish his annual report, that at least this year, he had no regrets.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan felt that maybe there was still regret, but even he didn't realize it, until now it suddenly emerged in his emotions.
After all, it was a strange experience he had never had.
Even if he has heard his friends talk about his heart pounding and gloomy heartbreak a hundred times, he is still an ignorant novice before he really experiences it.
However, in any case, this familiar song came to an end completely. After saying this happy birthday, the only trace of regret probably disappeared.
The latest part of his youth seems to have become complete in the adventure of blurring the years and relationships.
In front of a blank projection screen, Chi Xueyan asked He Qiao in an ordinary tone, "There is no other link. Do you want to go home?"
He didn't look at the expression of his companions, but only heard the gentle response as usual: "Okay."
While waiting for the driver to pick them up, they still stayed in the crowd and listened to music.
The guests are of different ages and their singing skills are also uneven, but they are full of true feelings, giving people a poor touch.
The boss listens most of the time, and occasionally looks at his old friends who have been reunited for a long time and thinks about his relationship with the people around him.
When the two were about to leave side by side and Chi Xueyan said goodbye to him, he finally asked curiously, "Is this a boyfriend? Don't continue to be single?"
The person he asked smiled before answering softly.
"This is my husband."
The street lamp and the moonlight lengthened two figures that gradually disappeared, which were both intimate and alienated.
The sidewalk is full of Christmas trees without snow and gifts.
The Christmas Eve arranged by Chi Xueyan is over.
Once lost the time of the coordinates, I returned to the most daily order.
The familiar black luxury car is waiting on the side of the road, and the familiar driver is opening the door and waiting for them to get on the car and go home.
The one-way glass cut out the sight of the outsiders, and the matching lover sat in the car one after and after.
The black baffle also cut off the sight of the driver in front of them, who sat in the back seat together.
It was very similar to the night when I came out of the bachelor party. I shuttled through similar music, excitement and voices. I walked into the quiet long street. The moonlight was like sweet cream, blooming bright flowers on the glass window.
But when the adventure expires, there are no more questions and stories quietly pouring out of emotions, and there is no more ignorant fingers entangled.
Chi Xueyan is looking sideways at the night view outside the window. The Christmas atmosphere on the street, snowflake stickers, and neon lights flowing through her white cheeks.
This Christmas Eve, which reconstructs youth, can be ranked in the top five of his favorite days.
Thinking about it, in the top ten, there are already two days related to Heqiao.
The worst and best horror movies, and the warm summer in the cold winter night.
The name chosen for him by his parents, who love martial arts movies, seems to be really destined to prefer the temperament of walking in the two poles.
The back seat of the car was very quiet, and Chi Xueyan's eyes were purely walking in the scenery.
Until the person around him spoke, with a kind of blur and suddenness in the night, he broke the slarity in the narrow space: "Is your coin still there?"
Chi Xueyan didn't react for a moment and said casually, "It's all used by the boss."
So the coat exchanged for He Qiao finally became light.
The next second, he heard the other party's serious voice: "Not those coins."
Hearing the words, Chi Xueyan looked back in astonishment, looked away from the street scene on Christmas Eve and fell on the man born on Christmas Eve.
His cheeks were still reflected with illusory neon, and the crimson hair was stained with a dark light. The moment his clear eyes looked into the other pair of eyes, he suddenly heard a late echo in the deep sea.
"The coin in your hand."
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*Note: "Whole summer, wandering in front of your window, waiting for you to appear in the breeze." Quoted from the song "Perfect Summer" written, composed and sung by Gaoqi & Overload Band.