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This is the second time that Yan Zizheng brought Lin Jinglei back to this home. The last time was in the middle of winter, this time it was the beginning of spring.

Although his father planned to set up camp in another city, Yan Zizheng knew that his father would not dispose of this house, where the old days of their family of four were encircled.

After entering the door, he still opened the window to ventilate first. The living room was completely occupied by the sunset red, and the fresh air rushed in. Lin Jinglei was standing beside him.

"Are you hungry?"

Lin Jinglei stared at the artificial lake downstairs that was beginning to melt: "Order takeaway?"

Yan Zizheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to eat takeaway?"

"Otherwise, would you do it?"

Yan Zizheng smiled softly, "That depends on how much you want to eat."

Lin Jinglei replied, "I'll eat what you do."

"I can only cook fried rice."

"Then eat fried rice."

Lin Jinglei stayed alone in the house for a while, Yan Zizheng who went shopping downstairs came back, he glanced from a long distance, green vegetables, eggs, cooking oil, a small amount of seasoning, two cups of drinks and three big boxes of take-out steamed rice rice.This man is really a man of action. As soon as the kitchen door was closed, the fried rice was ready after more than ten minutes of poking.

During this period, Lin Jinglei nestled on the sofa chatting with Lin Tai, and his brother became his living body monitor.Yan Zizheng came over to ask him to eat, so he dropped his phone and got up to the dining table.

Before picking up the bowl, he tacitly praised the appearance of the fried rice, dug a spoon into his mouth, chewed it, and involuntarily let out an elongated "hmm."

Yan Zizheng kicked the chair and stuffed it under the buttocks of Lin Jinglei who was bending over to eat at the dining table: "Your reaction is really similar to Yan Ziqing's when he ate for the first time."

"Look at me, why don't you eat it?" Lin Jinglei raised his head and joked, "Isn't it poisoned?"

Yan Zizheng twirled the spoon in his hand, and asked, "Why do you want to dye your hair?"

"Just play with it, no one can control me anyway."

Yan Zizheng scooped out the diced carrots in Lin Jinglei's bowl that were disliked and expelled to the side with a spoon, and put it into his mouth: "It's as if someone could control you before."

Lin Jinglei curled his lips and didn't make a sound. It was Zheng Qiaoyin who wanted to get his hair cut and insisted on dragging him and Tang Shan along. While waiting, he found something to do when he had nothing to do. He remembered that Yan Zizheng said earlier that it would be better for him to change his hair color to a lighter one. Looks good, just dyed it naturally.

At the beginning, the visual impact brought about by not getting used to the dyeing was not small, and he even regretted his whim for a while, but he didn't feel awkward anymore until Yan Zizheng said it looked good.

Fragrant fried rice, cold cold drink, almost hiccupped before stopping, Lin Jinglei put down the spoon and gave a good review verbally with satisfaction.

After dinner, he was lazy and stuck to the sofa and didn't like to move. When Yan Zizheng came over after washing the dishes, the two of them sat together.

Looking at the cello bag leaning on the floor next to the sofa, Lin Jinglei sat up straight: "The last time I went to see your performance was wasted, why don't you play a piece for me now."

Responsive to his request, Yan Zizheng got up, took the piano bag, opened it, and took out the piano. He sat next to Lin Jinglei and stood the cello on the floor between his legs.

Lin Jinglei is obviously a music idiot, but he seems to be able to understand, he listened completely seriously, and when he was absorbed in it, the sound of the music stopped abruptly.He turned his head and said, "Why did it stop?"

Yan Zizheng: "Come here, I'll teach you."

"Teach me?" Lin Jinglei was dumbfounded.

"Come and try, it's not difficult."

Yan Zizheng's words were temptation, Lin Jinglei chose to stick to them, and was dragged into Yan Zizheng's arms.

Taught by hand, Yan Zizheng held Lin Jinglei's hand without saying anything, and patiently repeated gestures.

The elegant and pleasant tune just now disappeared, and turned into two tigers with low difficulty.After a few sentences together, Yan Zizheng let go, leaving Lin Jinglei to interpret what it means to have a squawking duck in the house as he pleases.He laughed at himself as his laughter drowned out the sound of the piano, his hands kept moving, and he looked up at Yan Zizheng who was smiling and watching him play blindly.

He really doesn't know how to play any tunes, but he understands that Yan Zizheng is an unavoidable chapter in his life.Like the moonlight falling, it is bright and quiet, which makes him feel at ease.

Yan Zizheng looked at the man who trampled on the strings like a child, and began to realize when Lin Jinglei was special to him.

Maybe it was when we met at the school gate for the first time, maybe it was when we punched each other several times, maybe it was when we were fined to clean the glass, maybe it was when a car passed by on the road...

Any moment of falling in love can be described as possible, but he must use absolute when falling in love with Lin Jinglei.

Every smile and frown, every blink and every breath the man makes, he wants to be part of.

He lowered his head and kissed the hair of the person in his arms, and pressed his chin to the socket of his shoulder. He closed his eyes and listened to the noise, but found comfort and tranquility.

Lin Jinglei stopped pulling, and turned around to hug Yan Zizheng.

When I want to hug you, and you open your arms, there is no reason not to hug you tightly.

It's good to meet you earlier, and the rest of my love life will be longer.

Lin Jinglei looked at the last ray of sunset light on the wall being taken away: "I heard from Tang Shan that you are about to separate subjects, what are you studying for?"

"Science," Yan Zizheng asked after answering, "What about you, if you still study, which one would you choose?"

Lin Jinglei is not good at imagining things that haven't happened or won't happen. He never thought about it from the beginning to the end when he studied literature.After Yan Zizheng sent him a text message asking him, he was indeed thinking about it, but he was ruthlessly interrupted by bad luck, and he didn't have time to reply.

"I choose what you choose" was the decisive answer in his heart, but he lost the qualification to speak out frankly after leaving the campus.

He smiled at Yan Zizheng: "I don't know."

Yan Zizheng could see the bitterness in this smile. After a moment of silence, he raised his arm and pushed him down on the sofa.

Lin Jinglei lay there and looked at the person who rushed to hug him without blinking his eyes. The weight on his body and the softness of the sofa under him were all comfortable.

Yan Zizheng, who was half propped up, covered his blue eyes with one hand, lowered his head and kissed his half-open lips, and said softly, "I often feel that you are unhappy."

Lin Jinglei, whose eyes were covered, felt the warmth of Yan Zizheng's palm, and trembled his eyelashes slightly: "Why don't you suspect that it's your illusion."

Before putting down all his weight, Yan Zizheng turned over and hugged Lin Jinglei onto him, hugged him into his arms and sighed: "I hope it's an illusion."

Laying on Yan Zizheng's body, with his face buried in his chest, Lin Jinglei's stiff body moved slowly, rubbing his head against his bosom.

I don't know when the three words Yan Zizheng became extremely sensitive to him. Whether he sees, hears or thinks about it, there is always an invisible force that makes him happy and makes him feel at ease.

He wanted to take back all the sneer and disdain he once had for love, and was deeply involved in it, sucking him in like a huge vortex. It didn't matter where the destination was, what mattered was who he walked with along the way.

The first encounter with love is unconventional, the only thing that can support him without question is probably the person holding him, looking back at the way he came, Lin Jinglei has to admit that Yan Zizheng is impeccable, the young man mixed everything The domineering gentleness and calmness stirred into his life little by little, like an obsession, never giving up.

Lin Jinglei tightened his arms and hugged Yan Zizheng tightly, took a deep breath, filled his nostrils with the familiar smell, and a nasty but real desire struck.

He lifted the bottom of Yan Zizheng's sweater and stretched his hands in, carefully touching the tight skin. After Yan Zizheng caught his hand through the material, he became the passive one.

They kissed, hugged, and moved from the sofa to the bedroom.If he can be sober even when the desire is in the air, then Lin Jinglei will never forget what he said that he wants to be there.

The first time we met honestly was in the changing room. When Yan Zizheng hugged him to the bed, Lin Jinglei remembered the impulsive movement and continuous panting in the darkness.

If he didn't do this with Yan Zizheng, he would feel disgusted.

It is fate that they exchange hearts after sincerely approaching each other.

The clothes are all faded, the bed is messed up, catered to and possessed, no reason needed.

Enjoy while tossing, once, twice, thrice.Sweat blends, soul and flesh intercourse.

For Yan Zizheng, it was a paradise weekend, but for You Zhaoyu, it was hell.

His father went into his room and found pornographic videos of two men on the unlocked computer. He was furious and beat him hard with a golf club.

The confiscation of his mobile phone prevented him from telling Yan Zizheng immediately, and the complaints he had pent up after school started on Monday were finally summed up in one sentence.

"I'm so unlucky."

"The computer doesn't know how to lock it?"

"Didn't I forget?"

Yan Zizheng asked, "Then how did you explain it to your father?"

You Zhaoyu shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I was stupid, and I was afraid that my words would become darker. Being beaten honestly will help him vent his emotions."

"Zou Jing knows about this?"

"He doesn't know, and I don't intend to tell him," You Zhaoyu said while shaking his head, "I'm already with him, and I'm still secretly watching porn, isn't it too damned."

"Then why do you watch it?"

"Why else, I want to learn more."

Yan Zizheng sneered: "Finally, I saw a bit of crooked research spirit in you."

You Zhaoyu thought that as long as he didn't take the initiative to say that he was beaten, Zou Jing would not know about it, but before the training, he habitually went to the office to talk about it, and he was very secretive, and took a rag after pouring water. While wiping the table, he rolled up his sleeves.

The bruise on the arm fell into Zou Jing's eyes, and this incident became a fire that couldn't be covered with paper.

What Zou Jing immediately defined was that this kid was involved in a fight outside. He pulled the arm and looked at it, and felt that the marks on it were too neat and regular, as if they were pulled out inch by inch with a stick, let alone this kid. If you fight, you won't suffer from this virtue.He wanted to hear the truth, so he frowned and asked, "How did you do it?"

Yu Zhaoyu didn't want to show his face about the embarrassment of being beaten by his father for watching porn, so he decided to insist: "It's nothing, I fell down the stairs and hit him."

Zou Jing grabbed the rag from the young man's hand and wiped the table indiscriminately, and said in a firm tone, "I'll be beaten by your father."

"How did you know."

"That's it," Zou Jing continued to ask, "Why did he beat you like this?"

"Driving," You Zhaoyu replied quickly, "I was found by him while driving."

"How many times have I told you, don't drive out to fool around, have you heard it?"

Yu Zhaoyu was quite willing to listen to the man's words of criticism. The more he listened, the more he liked it, and he said with a smirk, "I just don't want him to find out next time."

Zou Jing gave You Zhaoyu a helpless look: "Don't drive it next time."

Seeing that the class bell was about to ring, You Zhaoyu didn't stay any longer and hurried to the playground for training. He was in burning pain all over his body, which made him not in the mood to run.

About half an hour later, Zou Jing came. At that time, he was on the other side of the runway. He saw a man laughing and talking to Liang Jinlong from a distance, so he hurriedly speeded up and ran over.

Seeing the boy approaching, Zou Jing raised his hand to beckon him to come, and left without waiting for anyone to follow.

You Zhaoyu glanced at Liang Jinlong, and the other party's nod made him understand that Zou Jing had just greeted him.

He followed Zou Jing all the way back to the teaching building, and finally entered the office.Full of smugness, he didn't think about what it was to be called back. He didn't understand until Zou Jing took out the medicine spray bottle from the desk drawer.

"Lock the door, sit here." Zou Jing said.

Every time he said the door was closed, but this time he said the door was locked, and Yu Zhaoyu completed the task with one stride, and then rushed over and sat down on the chair next to Zou Jing.

"Put the clothes up."

Cooperated by Zhaoyu, the movement of lifting clothes became unfamiliar due to the pain.The person standing behind him didn't move for a long time, which made him struggle to turn around to see: "What's wrong."

Zou Jing looked at the shocking bruises on the young man's back, felt uncomfortable, frowned, and sighed softly, "Your father often beats you like this?"

"No, only when I happen to be in a big disaster and he happens to be in a bad mood."

It was cool and cool, and there was a gentle hand rubbing on the back. You Zhaoyu wanted to be evil again, but the last time he was taught a bad lesson, he changed the subject and said, "Why didn't you just say you have medicine."

This kid was so stubborn that he didn't expect that he went to the infirmary to get it on purpose.Zou Jing grabbed the boy's back forcefully with his hand: "Shut up, don't move around."

"Oh, take it easy, it hurts."

"Are you still listening?"

"Listen, listen, I'll listen."

"Just know how to perfuse me."

"Look, why don't you believe it?"

After lunch, Lin Jinglei and Tan Zheng came out. Chen Zhi sent them out to repair the cashier system of a nearby supermarket. In fact, the work was completed in less than an hour. The reason why they didn't return all afternoon was because Tan Zheng took He went to normal university.

The small job Tan Zheng said was to help college students take elective courses. Seeing that this kid knew all the trails on campus, Lin Jinglei couldn't help asking, "Do you come here often?"

"Almost, the money of college students is very good, such as helping them choose their favorite courses in the busy and stuck educational administration system, such as helping them buy the tickets they want at the crowded train station before the holiday, and occasionally helping individual students. If you want to show your love, make a little romance, and you will get money if you reach out."

"Then how did you get the tickets for me before? I clearly saw that the system showed that there were no seats available."

Tan Zheng smiled mysteriously: "I'll teach you later, just get a pre-set program plug-in, and it will be automatically locked at the first time when someone refunds the ticket. It's very simple."

Lin Jinglei seemed to understand but nodded again and again: "It's really insightful."

What made him more knowledgeable was that Tan Zheng actually achieved the illusion of a temporary system collapse by tampering with the course selection system, and took advantage of the loopholes to help students who spent money to successfully select courses first.

In other words, when the vast army of the whole school who needed to choose courses was busy clicking the mouse and cursing to break the system, he was slowly researching what to choose with the boys in the dormitories he served.

It's just a naked plug-in.

It can be seen that those college students are regular customers, and they don't hesitate to pay after the selection.

When he got outside, Tan Zheng took out half of the money in his hand and handed it to Lin Jinglei.This made Lin Jinglei very puzzled: "What are you doing for me? I haven't worked, and I've been watching the whole process."

Tan Zheng put the money into Lin Jinglei's jacket pocket, carried the computer bag with a smile, and said as he walked, "Because we are partners, we should be half of each other."

Lin Jinglei was surprised by this man's sense of loyalty, and after returning the money to no avail, he had to compromise: "From then on, we will be brothers."

Tan Zheng smiled and nodded: "Okay."

We separated from Tan Zheng at the west gate of Normal University. Tan Zheng was going back to his studio to do business with Chen Zhi. Lin Jinglei, who was still on the verge of trial study, was relatively free to go home first.

I have long heard that there is a famous drink shop in the west gate of Normal University. Because it is far away, he has never been here. He took this opportunity to find the right place to go in and order a glass of iced drink. After drinking it in a hurry, he took it away. a cup.

Counting the time for Yan Zizheng to get out of school, he came out with the cup of drink, rode on the bike for a while, and suddenly bumped into an oncoming person in the narrow passage after turning the corner for no reason.

Even though he weighed the handlebars and the drink cup in his hand, he still splashed a puddle of brown stains on the man in the beige cashmere coat.

Behind the man, the two powerful men were twins, and they blocked each other immediately, forcing Lin Jinglei to stop.

One of them said unkindly: "Little brat, are you tired of working? Do you know how expensive our clothes are?"

Lin Jinglei made a mistake first, and after getting out of the car, he said apologetically to the man who looked down at his clothes, "I'm sorry, how about I pay you for the dry cleaning fee."

As soon as the man raised his head, Lin Jinglei felt familiar.

The man picked up the corner of his clothes and sniffed it closer, and looked at Lin Jinglei with a smile: "It smells good, otherwise, buy me a drink, and this matter will be over."

This smile looked the same as that night, brilliant with a touch of slyness, but not so comfortable anyway.

After checking the time, Lin Jinglei said impatiently, "I'll buy you a cup and I'll be done. I'm in a hurry to leave."

The big guy behind him gave Lin Jinglei a push: "You fucking dragged him on."

"Hey," the man signaled the big man to leave it alone, looked back at Lin Jinglei and continued to speak gently, "Then let's go, you lead the way."

Lin Jinglei turned the car around and went back the same way. Just now, he was happy because of unexpected money, but now he complained that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today.