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The teacher drove away, and there was no one to take care of me, so I turned to face him, "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

He stood on the high steps, looked at me silently, did not speak.

"Where do you live? I'll take you off."

He reported an address, which was the place where we lived together before.I didn't expect him to still live there.

When the car drove to the gate of the community, it was stopped by security guards.I have been away from here for too long, and the security guards have been changed batch by batch. It is normal not to know each other.

Meng Jinyang negotiated a few words with the man through the car window, and finally said: "When this car comes from now on, there is no need to stop it."

I stepped on the gas and continued on, "Is there a regular medicine box at home?"

"I don't know, I haven't touched anything in the house." He lazily replied, he didn't know where he touched it, and took a breath.

I remembered some of the medicines I had prepared before, probably not expired, so I didn't buy any more medicines.

After entering the door, the furnishings in the house did not change from what I remembered. Standing at the entrance, I felt a little dazed.It seemed as if he had just left for a long trip and just returned home.

Meng Jinyang had already taken off his coat and looked back at me: "Why, don't you want to come in?"

I lowered my head, opened the shoe cabinet, and found that the pair of slippers I used to wear were still there. I took them out and saw that there was no peculiar smell or mold. It seemed that they had been cleaned regularly. I couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

I put on my slippers and found the medicine box from the living room, and saw Meng Jinyang standing by the coffee table, frowning, "Sit down, I'll apply the medicine for you, I'd better go to the hospital to take another picture tomorrow if I have time, and see if there is any." Broke to the bone."

He had no expression on his face, and he definitely didn't take it seriously.I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and concentrate on applying the potion for him. Halfway through the application, I heard him ask: "That man, is he treating you well?"

Now I feel the dilemma of having to use thousands of lies to make up for one lie.

I looked down at his wound, feeling his eyes fixed on me, but didn't want to expand the lie anymore.

I don't know how he understood my silence, but luckily he didn't ask any more.

The wounds on his body looked scary. After careful cleaning, they were all scratches, and the wounds were not big.

After applying the medicine, I put the medicine box back to its original position, thinking that there should be nothing wrong, so I hesitated and said to leave naturally, then I heard him say: "You go, or the family will be in a hurry. "

I don't know what happened to him today.

"I live alone and no one in the family is in a hurry."

He looked over with vaguely understanding eyes, and then turned his face away, with a sense of aggrieved abandonment on his face, "You go, don't worry about me."

Now that he said that, "Then I'm leaving, you should be careful alone."

I went to the door, ready to change shoes, and found him still sitting on the sofa.

A person looks a little lonely.

"My hands hurt so bad I can't take a shower."

Standing in the bathroom, I thought I might just be dazed by the "lonelyness" he exuded.

"You, you undress yourself."

As a result, the guy frowned and pushed forward, "My hand hurts."

He wore a silk shirt today. When I unbuttoned it, I felt that the feeling in my hands and the feeling in my heart were assimilated by this shirt. It was slippery and trembling, and I would fall if I was not careful.

"Take off your pants, too."

I think I should raise my eyes and stare at him, he showed a embarrassed expression, "If it's inconvenient, forget it, even if you roll on the ground a few times and wear it, you should be fine."

In the end, of course, he helped him take off his pants.Fortunately, he didn't make any more excessive demands.

I scrubbed his upper body, let him rinse his lower body briefly, put on his pajamas and went back to the bedroom.

I stood in front of him and wiped his wet hair.

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll turn off the lights for you..."

I wanted to put the towel back, but he held me back. He opened his innocent eyes and pointed to the corner of his mouth, "Help me, it's starting to hurt again."

"Did you touch too much water just now?"

I bent down to look at his wound, and it was only when I got closer that I felt that this posture was a bit inappropriate.

Breathing through each other, I can smell the familiar scent of body wash on his body.

For a few seconds, I watched his face and fell into a state of unconsciousness.

I had a hunch that I should back away, but he put his arms around me gently, raised his head and kissed my mouth, and then stopped to look at me.

I was stunned, not knowing how to react, he leaned over and kissed me several times, then put his arms around my waist, stood up and pushed me down on the bed.

I belatedly realized that there was nothing wrong with his hands.

He kissed hard, running one hand down my shirt, kissing and touching, and I was quick to react.

He stopped and looked at me, smiling happily, "You reacted so quickly, isn't your boyfriend satisfying you?"

"Where is the boyfriend from, don't talk nonsense." I was so dazed by his smile that I forgot to lie.

His expression froze for a few seconds, he stared at my face with probing eyes for a while, and then said almost viciously: "Where is the last person who lied to me, do you know?"

I shook my head, feeling a little flustered, "Actually..."

"However," he stretched out his hand to touch my face, "you are different from them, as punishment, I will lock you on my bed."

That night, I literally couldn't get out of bed.

I've never noticed before that he is so energetic.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I saw a face close at hand.

Thin stubble grew on his face, and he was looking at me intently.

I was a little embarrassed by his look, struggled to sit up, and looked around the familiar bedroom.

When I woke up a little more, I remembered what he lied to me last night, "Your hand is fine at all!"

He stretched out his arms and hugged me, "You still lied to me that I have a boyfriend, who is more serious?"

"Who said I don't have a boyfriend, I just broke up yesterday."

After I finished speaking, he didn't answer, but looked at me expectantly, "Then, have you considered getting a new boyfriend?"

I thought about what he did last night, and what happened before, so I didn't answer for a while.

The sunlight outside the window was shining brightly, shining on the quilt through the cracks in the curtains.

He also fell silent, and hugged me a little harder, before saying after a long time: "It's okay, I can wait."

The voice was very soft, slowly drifting into my heart.

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Extra Story 1: Meng Perspective [-]

I thought he wasn't that important

(One)

When Cheng Lu called me and said that he had returned to China, I hadn't thought of him for a long time.

He is a friend I have known since I was young.

I didn't like it at first. After my mother left, the house was deserted for a long time, and I was more used to being alone.But he would come here from time to time. When I was a child, he was very noisy in my opinion. Sometimes I was annoyed by his noise, so I drove him back, and he was not angry. He would come again happily next time.

My mother gave birth to me prematurely. I have been physically weaker than my peers since I was a child, and I don’t like to make troubles very much. But when I met someone with a completely different personality like him, I found it annoying at first. After a long time, I even found it bearable. That’s it. , and made friends with him.

After he went to college, he confessed his love to me half-truthfully while drunk.

I discovered my homosexuality in junior high school, but it wasn't a big deal in my opinion.My father was a romantic by nature, male and female, meat and vegetables, if it weren't for the Meng family's friendship with various media, his romantic affairs in those years would have been all over the street.

My mother was forced to death by his lovers. She wanted a dedicated husband, but she married a passionate one.

I looked into Cheng Lu's eyes, he pretended to be drunk, but the anxiety and expectation in his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.When I promised him, I didn't know whether I loved him or not—except for my mother, I didn't care about anyone.

At that time, I thought that I would never fall in love with anyone in my life. I didn't believe in love, nor in marriage.If you want to choose someone to accompany you, then Chenglu is a good choice.

I'm not very good at dealing with a relationship. If Cheng Lu has any needs, I will try my best to cooperate.I know that the classmates and friends who were acquainted with us at that time felt that I loved him deeply.But Cheng Lu himself is getting more and more weird. He often wants to provoke me and make me angry on purpose. I don't know why he is, so I can only try to avoid him when he is angry.

Towards the end of my senior year, I felt relieved when he broke up with me.He had a hysterical row in front of me the other month when he found out I had a fiancé.I had a premonition of this moment.Later he went to the United States, and we have not had any contact since then.

In the next few years, I slowly took over the family's company, and there were many people around me one after another, but it was a pity that they couldn't last long.After a while of absurdity, my mind also faded away.

Then I met Yizhen, who was injured by me.I had no impression of him at first, and it was only when my assistant reminded me that I took the time to visit the hospital.He was beautiful, with a bookish look on his body, and he blushed when he talked to me.Then one day Assistant Chen said that he wanted to invite me to dinner, and I remembered his appearance in the ward that day, so I nodded and agreed.

I thought he would be more devious, but I didn't expect to make such a request after eating the first meal.After finishing speaking, he looked shocked, as if the person who made the unreasonable request was not him but me.I didn't give him an answer right away. Over the years, there have always been people around me on and off, but I have never seen anyone acting like him.

That day's meal, I watched him trembling, and I ate quite happily.last to leave