rain and spring

Dean Jiang is critically ill.

At the beginning of the year, the physical examination revealed that the throat cancer was in the early stage, and it finally failed to improve after hard work in winter. Only then did the colleagues, friends and students know the news, and the students from the outer hospital made an appointment to see the old dean.

After thinking about it, Gan Lin still didn't go with his classmates, and went to the hospital with Que Yunfei to visit Dean Jiang after he came back from a business trip.

Jiang Yu has already returned to China and is waiting for them at the inpatient department of the affiliated hospital.

He has lost a lot of weight, and the original dazzling blond hair has also dimmed. Before winter officially entered, Jiang Yu only wore a thin sweater on his body. When the wind blew, his whole body seemed to be blown like walking.

But Jiang Yu is still a beauty, and it is beautiful to be gloomy.

Que Yunfei chose to come at night, and Jiang Yu hugged him under the cold corridor light at night, "Thank you for coming."

Que Yunfei patted him on the back twice, "Thank you for anything, don't be too polite."

Que Yunfei took half a step back after speaking, and stretched out his hand to Gan Lin who was waiting behind, "Lin Lin, come here."

Gan Lin is still not quite used to the atmosphere of meeting rivals in love. The moment the two embraced, he suddenly fell into an ice cave, as if the love with Que Yunfei was just a dream, and he was going back to the day when he watched the video of Jiang Yu and Que Yunfei. Helpless and bitter.

Que Yunfei waited for him to respond for a while, so he walked up to him and walked forward with his arms around him, making an introduction to the two of them.

Jiang Yu stared at him with interest for a while, then showed a pale smile, and stretched out his hand to him, "Gan Lin, I have admired your name for a long time."

Gan Lin also stretched out his hand and shook him lightly, "I have admired you for a long time."

Jiang Yu suppressed his smile slightly, turned around and led them upstairs.

Dean Jiang was sitting halfway against the hospital bed, in good spirits, but his hair was gray. He was wearing a pair of rimless glasses and flipping through a novel. When he saw Que Yunfei and the others coming in, he put down the book and smiled, "Yun Feidu took the time to visit me, did he know that I was going to die soon?"

"Jiangyuan," Que Yunfei walked forward in two steps, with a look of unbearable expression, "You can treat him at ease, and just let Jiang Yu tell me if you need anything."

The old man waved his hand, "What can I need?" He looked at Gan Lin again, "Oh, this kid is here too?"

Gan Lin hurried forward, "I was going to visit you with our peers two days ago, but there was some delay, so I can only ask Brother Fei to bring me to visit you."

"It's nothing to look at, I know what you guys think," the old man smiled kindly, "I want to talk to Yunfei alone."

Gan Lin followed Jiang Yu out of the ward knowingly. He felt a little inferior to Jiang Yu, and a little angry, mixed into an indescribable awkwardness.

Jiang Yu bought two cans of coffee and threw one to him, "Do you want to chat with me?"

think.But Gan Lin took a sip of coffee without making a sound, and then said slowly, "Do you want to chat with Que Yunfei in the hospital?"

"I don't have so many rules." Jiang Yu smiled, "Only Que Yunfei pays attention to the occasion, and you really are the same as him."

Gan Lin heard some ridicule and simply stopped talking.

Jiang Yu didn't care about his silence, and said to himself, it was nothing more than how much Que Yunfei loved him and how good they were.

Gan Lin glanced at him and felt that the beauty was so vulgar.

But it is false to say that he is not affected, his jealousy is like an inflated balloon, the bitterness in the hopeless secret love time was easily revealed by Jiang Yu, and he clearly realized his fragility in the face of Que Yunfei .

"Since you love him," Gan Lin couldn't help but say, "Why did you hurt him?"

"You should thank me for hurting him," Jiang Yu pulled out a sarcastic smile, "otherwise what qualifications do you have to question me?"

Que Yunfei opened the closed door, as if he didn't see the tense atmosphere between him and Jiang Yu, and calmly said that Jiang Yuan let them in.

The old man held Que Yunfei's hand and spoke earnestly, "Yunfei, I know you are a good boy, and I also know that Xiaoyu has done a lot of wrong things, but for my sake, give Xiaoyu another chance and make up. .”

Que Yunfei withdrew his hand calmly, "Jiang Yuan, taking care of your health is the first priority, and you can worry about the rest after you recover."

"I'm not in good health anymore," the old man shook his head. "The only thing I'm worried about is Xiaoyu. You know his temperament. Apart from being able to settle down with you, everything else is endless..."

"Dad," Jiang Yu interrupted him, "Yunfei and I will get back together." Looking at Que Yunfei again, "He is not a stingy person."

"Jiang Yu is right." Que Yunfei nodded, "No matter what, Jiang Yu and I are still friends, and I will check for him."

Dean Jiang coughed a few times, looked at Que Yunfei disappointedly, finally closed his eyes, and said that he was tired.

Gan Lin only acted as a backdrop for the whole process, but he saw their words and deeds. He followed Que Yunfei back home, and only hugged Que Yunfei's waist and acted like a baby for comfort.

Que Yunfei looked at Gan Lin amusedly, and patted his head, "Jiang Yuan didn't know you were with me, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it up so rashly."

"I know." Gan Lin said in a muffled voice, "I was just afraid that you would agree to him."

"I know this is Jiang Yuan's last wish, but I just don't want you to have any more contact with Jiang Yu." Gan Lin was still empty-hearted, but his mouth was domineering, "I shouldn't say that about Jiang Yuan...but he The meaning in the words is clearly to let you tolerate Jiang Yu. He is an adult, why should you let him tolerate him? He also said that Jiang Yu has done a lot of wrong things, and he doesn’t need to make up for his mistakes? Why do you need to forgive—— "

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, until Que Yunfei lowered his head and sealed his mouth.

"You don't need to complain about me, I also made mistakes." Que Yunfei kissed his lips lingeringly, and blocked his mouth again just in time before Gan Lin wanted to refute, "Besides, without those things, how would I have met you. "

This is the same logic as Jiang Yu.

Gan Lin was annoyed when he heard it, but he couldn't refute it.

Que Yunfei stepped back and looked at him, "You don't think I'm very unkind?"

"why?"

"Jiang Yuan begged me in this situation, and I'll save his face." Que Yunfei hesitated for a while, "You don't think..."

"Jiang Court has been kind to you?"

"It's not a kindness." Que Yunfei said, "It's just that when I was with Jiang Yu, he never had any dissatisfaction with us. He respected Jiang Yu and me very much."

"If you don't agree to him, you respect him," Gan Lin said, "Dean Jiang also doesn't want you to lie to him."

Que Yunfei sighed lowly, after all, he was a little depressed.

"Brother Fei," Gan Lin approached and cautiously said, "Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"I regret not agreeing to Dean Jiang in the hospital."

Que Yunfei shook his head, he never liked to be procrastinating, and he had to break things up quickly, not to mention that he was now in a relationship with Gan Lin, so he had to take Gan Lin's feelings into consideration.

"Then I won't let you regret it." Gan Lin said.

Que Yunfei pinched Gan Lin's earlobe, and seeing his face gradually flushed, he hugged him and kissed him, and rubbed the young man's waist along the hem of his clothes, "Isn't it a report that will be used for tomorrow's regular meeting?" Haven't done it yet? Go ahead and do it."

One sentence wiped out Gan Lin's perverted thoughts.

Damn work.

Gan Lin was typing on the keyboard full of anger, and in a blink of an eye, Que Yunfei went to the balcony to light a cigarette, and held it in his hand without smoking.