Stand-in self-cultivation

The meal tasted like wax, Jia Ran felt a little headache after the meal, so he went into the guest room without saying a word, and did not forget to lock the door.

After taking a hot bath, Jia Ran shrank back under the covers and took out her cell phone.Randomly picked out a few replies from the overwhelming Chinese New Year greetings on WeChat, and he hesitated to click on the profile of the person who had been on the top.The internet speed was a bit slow. After refreshing, she saw that her avatar had changed from the original rabbit to an anime avatar somewhat similar to hers. When she opened the other party's circle of friends, Jia Ran took a deep breath and clicked in timidly. .

Like expected, but also like unexpected.The circle of friends is clean, and the "vegetarian" ones are not like a young girl at all.No selfies, no food, no dates and no shows of affection.Jia Ran clicked on the most recent group of photos, it was a mess of rags, and there were a few black and white pictures that I don't know what to call.In addition to this style of pictures, her sister also shared a lot of links, pure music, and several psychology-related articles.

Jia Ran rubbed his eyes, feeling a little blurred.He continued to read, and after an unknown period of time, he reached the bottom.There is no news of dating or going to school in the circle of friends.It was almost eleven o'clock at this time, and Jia Ran was entangled in three, but he still entered a very familiar number in the add friend, which he had already memorized by heart.

You have added Ma Qiming, now you can start chatting.

The system message popped up soon, and he realized that Ma Qiming hadn't deleted his WeChat, and he felt an unclear feeling in his heart.Fortunately, Jia Meng's matter prevailed, he hesitated for a moment, edited a large paragraph of text and sent it over.

In less than 3 minutes, there was a knock on his door, and Jia Ran, who was guarding the door, immediately opened the door, and happened to see the man stretching out his hand in surprise.

In my impression, Ma Qiming still seems to be the man who loves dark colors and wants to maintain his perfect image whenever and wherever. However, after three years, he has become more than just himself.

Ma Qiming was holding a tray—no computer, no files—with two cups of steaming milk on it.He looked at the man in beige home clothes of the same color as the turtleneck sweater he changed to before, and with furry slippers on his feet, he hesitated to speak.

"Can I go in and talk? Or do you want to talk in the study." Ma Qiming asked.

Jia Ran ignored him, frowning: "When did you put on your glasses?"

"This." Ma Qiming lowered his head, his glasses slipped a little, and finally stopped in the middle of the bridge of his nose.He looked over his glasses and looked at Jia Ran with a smile in his eyes, "I put it on if I can't see clearly. I wasn't short-sighted when I was young, so it would be a bit presbyopic."

... What about cheating ghosts, presbyopia before 35?Jia Ran sighed aggrievedly, but didn't argue with him, and opened the door to signal Ma Qiming to come in.

The two sat on the small sofa next to the bed, speechless for a moment.Ma Qiming signaled him to drink milk, and broke the silence first.

"Jia Meng's matter is a bit complicated. I think it's better to tell you face to face."

Jia Ran straightened his back, put his hands on his knees cautiously, but buttoned his pants nervously with his index finger, and took off the silk pajama pants that Uncle Wang had prepared for him.

"Let's talk. Can you start from the beginning?" Jia Ran said, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

Ma Qiming took a deep look at him, covered the glass in his hands, and looked a little dazed.

"When you just left, I was looking for you all the time, so I missed the news that Jia Meng woke up for the first time. After I finally found you, I started to take Jia Meng seriously. Regarding these things before, I solemnly tell you Say sorry."

Jia Ran lowered his head in silence, looking somewhat docile.

"Jia Meng was very quiet after waking up. I was afraid that the matter of the old house would irritate her, so I asked Zhang Yun to take care of her first, and then Zhang Yun would pass on some information that did not violate her professional ethics. After confirming her mental state again and again, I will Bring things to the door."

"What?" Jia Ran asked.

Ma Qiming was very calm: "The government's demolition agreement, the compensation document she signed herself, the ins and outs of the whole thing and the monitoring records of her being maliciously coaxed by others, the whole story of your being forced to drop out of university...and the nurturing contract between me and you. "

Jia Ran suddenly looked up at her, his eyes full of disbelief and sullenness.

"Don't be angry." Ma Qiming squeezed the center of his brows, feeling a little tired, "She knows that she has been deceived, and she also knows that there is no way to recover from this matter. She even told me that after she died once, she missed many things. It’s open, but I’m sorry for you. So when she asked me where you were, I hesitated for a while before showing her the contract—but Jia Meng already knew it.”

Jia Ran's mouth was a little dry when he was quiet: "She already knew?"

Ma Qiming showed a helpless smile, stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch Jia Ran's head, but put it down halfway. "She definitely doesn't know the details, but she has already guessed the relationship between the two of us. She said that people are bad and everything has conditions. The original words are quite funny." Ma Qiming paused, He actually imitated Jia Meng's tone, vividly saying, "My brother, he can't lie to me at all! And which rich man is willing to subsidize him to go to school for free and treat his mentally ill sister for cancer? Stupid? His heart Too much, no one likes him!"

"I made her feel that I am a big fool. I have slept in half of the entertainment industry. How can I fall in love with such a poor and rustic little boy who has nothing but good looks?"

Jia Ran gave him a sideways glance, and his tense nerves relaxed, so he responded to his joke, "Stop talking about earthy love, old man, it's time for four."

Ma Qiming made a gesture of surrender: "I have learned a lot of local love words from my new colleagues in the General Manager's Office, and I will tell you every day in the future, so I look young."

Jia Ran stared at him contemptuously, the words "disgusting" almost stuck to his face.

"She had just woken up, and she was not in good health. So we left after a few chats. Zhang Yun liked her very much and went to accompany her whenever he had anything to do. So I also got a lot of news from Zhang Yun. After self-cultivation She said she wanted to go back to school. I originally wanted to send her directly to a private school, but she wanted to study fashion design, so she chose a technical school, and then I sent her to a studio opened by my friend. It's okay to go there to study. Last year, it should be last year's Spring Festival, she opened a studio to make clothes." After Ma Qiming finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and looked down for a while, then handed it to Jia Ran, and continued Said, "This is a store opened by her, and the word-of-mouth sales are good."

Jia Ran looked suspiciously at the shiny crowns and still didn't believe it. When he opened the store, Baby was even more surprised when he saw the price of more than five or six hundred a piece of water. "This...is it doing so well?"

Ma Qiming rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and said vaguely: "Let's make a living. It was very difficult at first, and I helped her a little." Seeing Jia Ran's absurd expression, Ma Qiming gave himself to his sister-in-law for the first time. It's all said and done. "I didn't do anything, so I asked our company's colleagues who have daughters to buy some if it doesn't violate the rules. Then they speculated on the platform where young people like to hang out, and they quickly got up. I didn't dare to go too far. Seeing that Jia Meng and the others were too busy, they stopped pushing..."

Jia Ran couldn't laugh or cry: "I thank you for her."

Ma Qiming waved his hand, "After all, it's my aunt... I mean. Let me tell you about his boyfriend. His boyfriend is a classmate in their class. I have invited them to dinner a few times. The little boy treats her very well. I think Jia Meng was also very happy, so I asked her to protect herself and didn't care much. But these two children are very sensible, and the two bodyguards who followed Jia Meng told me that they have never seen them spend the night together .” After finishing speaking, he pulled out a photo from his mobile phone album and motioned Jia Ran to look at it.

The photo shows Ma Qiming wearing a casual outfit with his arms around the two children. The three of them are smiling happily.It's strange to say that it's been a long time since I saw Jia Meng, but his eyes were immediately attracted by the tall and handsome guy in the photo. Ma Qiming, who was wearing casual clothes, lost his arrogance and disdain for everything. The state of Yi Gu, on the contrary, is humble and polite, exuding the charm of a good man at home.Next, he looked at his sister and her boyfriend in turn.

Ma Qiming looked at his expression and said, "A lot more beautiful, isn't it? The eighteenth-year-old female college student looks a bit like you except for the eyes. I also checked his boyfriend. His mother is a housewife. My father ran a small clothing company. Later, when the company went bankrupt, his father committed suicide by jumping off the building. Anxious to carry the family, he went to a technical school. Unfortunately, his mother couldn't wait for the child to grow up, so she patted her butt and married abroad. Every year Giving some alimony is the last bit of care for this son."

"He knows about Jia Meng's illness? Lymphoma that may recur at any time, and...mental problems." Jia Ran hesitated.

"I know." Ma Qiming sighed, "I don't know how long a young man's love can last, but now he really loves Jia Meng."

"It's not for money, is it?" Jia Ran asked again, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Ma Qiming patted his head, picked up the milk and motioned him to drink, and he said after drinking, "Of course not, he is a good boy."

In just half an hour, Ma Qiming briefly and succinctly narrated the important three years of his sister that he had missed.After the topic was over, Ma Qiming got up and left.Jia Ran sat on the sofa alone, still a little bit lost.After a while, Ma Qiming came in again with water.

Jia Ran raised his head to look at him, his movements were a little slow.

Ma Qiming indicated with his eyes that he would ask if he had anything to say, and stretched out his thumb to gently wipe away the marks left by the milk on the corner of his mouth.

Jia Ran didn't hide, he raised his head and stared at this man, the affection in his eyes warmed his heart.He hurriedly lowered his head to hide his gaffe, stood up and fell down on the bed, burying his face in the soft quilt.

Ma Qiming quietly looked at the mischievous strands of hair on the back of his head, put the water glass aside for a long time, walked up to Jia Ran, knelt on the bed with his legs apart, and then pressed on it, trapping him tightly under him.He grabbed Jia Ran's hand hanging by his side and pulled it to the top of his head, squeezing his wrist tightly.

The two lay down like this for a while, and Jia Ran snorted softly, shaking her buttocks to get him off, "You are so heavy, Ma Qiming."

Ma Qiming's soft voice made the man almost lose his soul.He quickly flipped down and asked, "What's wrong?"

He watched Jia Ran raise his head stiffly, staring at him angrily with red eyes, but the tears accumulated in his eyes softened and became fierce, and the rest was full of complaints.In an instant, I felt extremely distressed—it was all my own fault!

"Don't cry, of course." Ma Qiming leaned forward, and gently stroked Jia Ran's hand with his lips, "You are still a child, it's okay to relax and unload the burden occasionally, and there is me, isn't it?"

Jia Ran closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were no more tears—in fact, he wasn't crying, he was just pressed by Ma Qiming for too long, his face was buried in the quilt and he couldn't breathe.

...But Ma Qiming seems to have misunderstood, he thought awkwardly.

"I know all about your suffering." Ma Qiming looked at him tenderly and whispered comforting words. "But you believe in me, you won't suffer like this again in the future, I will protect you and Jia Meng, so leave it to me. However, for the past three years, I have been thinking about you every day ..."

Jia Ran thought about it, and decided to use the most straightforward language to express his mood at this time, otherwise Ma Qiming might be able to say tomorrow morning.

"...You don't need to say it, I know everything, of course." Ma Qiming saw that he was about to open his mouth, and said affectionately.

Jia Ran almost didn't come up in one breath: "...you know why don't you hurry up?!"

"..."

Although there are two red eye circles, Jia Ran's mouth is not forgiving at all: "You still have the face to pretend to be a lover here, if you didn't lie to me, I wouldn't have almost been caught in vain by that showman It ruined my family, and I won’t come to you to sell my ass, and it hurts my asshole, go out.”

Ma Qiming's face was full of shock, just now his little baby was so moved that he almost cried, why did he change his face in such a short while?

"Hurry up, get out, go to sleep." Jia Ran said impatiently, and waved at him, seeing that Ma Qiming didn't respond, he just turned over and stood up, grabbed someone and pushed him out.After closing the door, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Things are not going too badly, even a little smoothly... Does that mean that there is still a chance to start again?Thinking of this, Jia Ran opened the door with his backhand, no longer escaping.

As expected, Ma Qiming was still there in a daze, staring at Jia Ran who opened the door, his eyes were full of surprise, "Ran Ran?"

It's cheap for you.Jia Ran muttered in a low voice, grabbed the door frame with both hands, leaned forward on tiptoes, and leaned forward to kiss the dumbfounded Ma Qiming.

"Good night, Ma Qiming."