mistaken for disaster

Chapter 8

The atmosphere is indescribable.

The peace and quiet of the past few days was like the calm before the storm.

Lu Feizhou was pushed back a step, his hands were hanging down, his eyes fell on the lip that was bitten and bleeding, and he moved closer, and hugged the man who was so embarrassed that his nose bubbled.

This time Ning Yue didn't resist, he didn't want to accompany Lu Feizhou in any Qiong Yao play.

A long silence spread in the scented air.

Lu Feizhou said softly: "Speak again, talk."

Ning Yue said, "I'm cleaning up the house today..."

"Ah."

"I didn't get up until four o'clock in the afternoon. I was supposed to get up at noon, but I fell asleep again..."

"and then."

"Then I threw away everything I didn't need, a lot of things... I even kicked over the trash can, there was instant noodle soup in it..."

The tense body gradually relaxed, and Ning Yue closed his eyes and looked back at the cleaning: "I haven't cleaned the house for a long time, and the garbage bags at home are not enough for me."

Lu Feizhou praised: "Are you tired of cleaning?"

There was silence again.

Lu Feizhou let go of his embrace, and took the initiative to take a step back. He saw Ning Yue wipe his nose with his cuff, and then asked him in a self-deprecating tone: "Aren't you talking about me?"

Lu Feizhou didn't answer him.

Ning Yue raised his red eyes and continued: "Don't you criticize me for being lazy? Don't you teach me that I can't do anything with my hands and feet?"

The tears that had just been wiped wet his chin again, Ning Yue asked stubbornly: "You always want me to tell you, don't you just wait to see how bad I am before teaching me?"

Lu Feizhou sighed bitterly in his heart.

The last time I saw Ning Yue cry was when we parted, standing together on the roof of the building overlooking Yuanlan.There is a constant stream of traffic on the elevated Long Street, the eyes are full of bustle and bustle, but the ears can't hear the hustle and bustle, like a grand and majestic background picture.

Ning Yue stretched out his hand and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket without saying hello. The strong wind on the roof quickly blew away the smell of smoke.

"Brother, you don't know that I can smoke, do you?"

Lu Feizhou frowned. In the past, how dare he make such mistakes. He was always modest and careful. He was a stupid and well-behaved little follower, who brought him countless headaches. Worrying is always much more than worrying. Dislike becomes a burden.

Lu Feizhou annoyed him very much, being well-behaved has no weight in front of stupidity.

"I started smoking secretly half a year ago. If I smoke too much, I'll be fine." Ning Yue stuffed the cigarette case and lighter back into Lu Feizhou's pocket, then squatted down and smoked one puff at a time.

"I was assigned to you on the first day I joined the company. You don't want to take me with you, I know. I called you senior, and I said you are a big celebrity in our school. I am three years younger than you. In the experimental class, the teacher assigned you I don’t understand the design assignment as a case, but I just think you are very good.”

Lu Feizhou rolled up his sleeves and said calmly, "Why do you recall these things? Why don't you go—"

Ning Yue interrupted him with a low laugh, and said a 360-line old saying that can be used everywhere: "The master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual."

"Do you think you led me in?" he asked back, looking up.

"Your university teacher is your leading teacher." Lu Feizhou groaned for a moment, and retorted, "But the teacher does not have this responsibility. The problem still lies with oneself, which lies in---"

Ning Yue stood up and called him by his full name: "Lu Feizhou."

It was too abnormal, but Lu Feizhou didn't want to understand why Ning Yue was so abnormal today.

"You're right. The problem lies in yourself. I knew you would say that." Ning Yue stared at his toes, as if he was used to admitting his mistakes when he was being trained. Master, I’m still reluctant. I’m an apprentice who’s dragging my feet. You didn’t drive me away, and you taught me tirelessly. If you can’t teach me again, you’ve cleaned up countless messes for me. I’m really angry. You won’t even open your mouth to scold me...it’s already very good..."

"But Lu Feizhou," Ning Yue covered his face with one hand, and took a few deep breaths before continuing to pour out, "But Lu Feizhou, I think I've had enough. Jumping here, I feel so annoyed, I don't want to hear you know?"

Lu Feizhou was frightened, and he didn't dare to move or make a sound, for fear of irritating him.

Ning Yue smiled wryly, and tears fell from his mouth: "I don't like architectural design. My dad forced me to study this major. I also want to study hard, but I can't learn well. There are people like this. , there are people like you who can learn well, and there are people like me who can learn badly. Who do I ask for reason? My dad? He will always dismiss me with not working hard enough and compare me with my brother. It just sucks."

Lu Feizhou frowned.

"I don't want to hear any more of your success stories." Ning Yue turned around and choked up, "I'm really tired of the way you teach me..."

The smoke burns slowly between the fingers.

Ning Yue turned back again: "I have been with you for a year, and I have used more energy than a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, but I am still a rotten piece of wood in the end... I will roll as far as you want. "

Lu Feizhou grabbed Ning Yue's wrist: "Don't do anything stupid."

Ning Yue laughed: "Oh, no, do you think I'm going to jump off the building? Don't worry, I won't."

Lu Feizhou still didn't let go, and coaxed with a voice that was so tense that it almost changed its tone: "Ning Yue, you...you worked hard, I know."

"Oh, it's so rare..." Ning Yue burst into tears again, and looked at Lu Feizhou disheartened, "Do you know what it means to freeze three feet? .”

Ning Yue broke free from the restraint, and flicked the cigarette butt with the last spark to Lu Feizhou's chest.

"Lu Feizhou, thank you for helping me change the design."

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind.

"I will always hate arrogant people like you, and I will always hate you."