Langqing

Later, the box tortoise that Lang Qing raised just recently had a little problem, and when he was taken to the pet hospital, he ran into Li/Peng whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Who was that person that day?" Li/Peng smiled a little interestingly, deliberately leaned close to Ling Qing's ear, breathed hot air, and asked, "Is it your man, oh, ex-boyfriend?"

Ling Qing turned his head away from Li/Peng, frowned, and didn't want to answer.

Li/Peng reached out his hand to touch Ling Qing's tortoise, and smiled meaningfully at his master: "A good horse never turns back, and there are many good men waiting for you...for example, me."

Ling Qing smiled, and said politely and distantly: "Thank you for your love."

Li/Peng laughed loudly and took his bulldog away.

Lang Qing touched the box turtle with its head retracted: "Okay, stick your head out." Li/Peng didn't know that he was rejected by a turtle first.

Looking back, Cao Xiayan didn't know anything about this matter. Something happened to the company. He, the irresponsible boss who had been absent from work for several months, went back to deal with it, and flew back in a hurry on the third day, as if Ling Qing would disappear if it was a moment later. .

Lang Qing heard the doorbell ringing while eating breakfast, and he knew who it was with his toes, so he slowly drank the porridge in his hand and washed all the dishes, even a sheet. Go over and open the door.

Opening the door, the man was already sitting on the ground and fell asleep, with his head leaning on the door frame, wearing a formal suit, tie crooked, black eyes under his eyes, a small suitcase with a flight luggage mark on it, at his feet, I think he was extremely tired, but Ling Qing's drastic opening of the door didn't wake him up.

Ling Qing was suddenly aggrieved, and sat down on the ground. He was fascinated by Xia Yan's sleeping face, and the ground was a bit cold in autumn.

Xia Yan opened his eyes, saw the person in front of him, and panicked: "Ling Qing, Ling Qing, don't cry, don't cry!" He frantically went to help the man wipe his tears, he knew that if he pretended more, Ling Qing would be soft-hearted and take him away. Go in and sleep on the bed of Ling Qing's house, but he couldn't put it on anymore, his heart ached: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault or my fault." Xia Yan hugged the silently crying man into his arms , kept apologizing: "Ling Qing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

That day, Xia Yan couldn't sleep in Ling Qing's bed as he wished, and he was even able to get the master to invite him to sit in the house.

But from that day on, when Xia Yan knocked on the door again, Ling Qing no longer pretended not to hear, but just opened the door to let people in, and then he quietly went about his own business, reading books, growing flowers, or washing clothes, Xia Yan was like The air around him, sometimes even Lang Qing himself has an illusion: he is still waiting, and the person beside him is just a reflection of his imagination.

The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lang Qing originally wanted to fly to spend the festival with his aunt and the others, but he suddenly caught a bad cold, so the trip was stranded.

Xia Yan was the happiest, but seeing Ling Qing's top-heavy appearance and difficulty in breathing, he felt very distressed: "Come on, have some porridge first, and I need to take medicine later."

Lang Qing obediently finished a bowl of hot porridge, and then let Xia Yan take his temperature in cooperation.

"Huh, luckily I don't have a fever." Xia Yan put away the thermometer, looked at the sunlight outside the window, turned around and smiled and said, "I'll take you out to bask in the sun."

Ling Qing looked at him blankly, and shook his head for a long time: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't you go back to celebrate the festival?"

Xia Yan sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Ling Qing's hand to her face, and said in a low voice, "Ling Qing, I'm sorry."

Ling Qing let out a "hmm".

Xia Yan patted Ling Qing's side and asked, "Can I go up and lie down?"

Ling Qing didn't answer, but naturally moved to the side.

Xia Yan lay down, still holding Ling Qing's hand tightly, and after a moment of silence, said: "Ling Qing, I know I should explain the reason to you, but...the reason why I left at the beginning, I don't know how to explain... ...I," Xia Yan paused with difficulty. Usually, when he was dealing with others, he would talk nonsense when he saw people talking, but now that he is serious, he doesn't want to say some rhetoric. Instead, he doesn't know how to phrase it: "I used to be a mess. I never change people for more than three days, playing around, I think it may be like this for the rest of my life... Lu Yuan had a boyfriend before, he was serious, but that guy was still playing...Ling Qing, you are so kind ...Lu Yuan is right, you and I are not the same kind of people..."

Ling Qing put his hands on his eyes and smiled softly.

After that... Xia Yan was kicked out.

Standing dejectedly in front of the gate, Xia Yan said to the man inside: "There is still porridge in the kitchen, don't forget to eat it when you get hungry later, and medicine..."

Before he finished speaking, a loud slam of the door interrupted his nagging.

Xia Yan stared at the door mournfully, and finally had no choice but to walk slowly to a nearby small teahouse to stay there.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lang Qing’s cold was almost gone. The twenty hairy crabs sent by Xia Yan were still in the refrigerator. At noon, he steamed four crabs at once. When Li/Peng came to visit, he washed two more crabs. Put them together.

Xia Yan got up early in the morning and ran to the west of the city to buy sauced beef for Lang Qing, and finally came back at noon, but saw Li/Pengya sitting on the sofa of Lang Qing's house swaggeringly, and suddenly became angry: "Why are you here?"

"Ling Qing invited me to dinner, of course I'm here." Li/Peng said big words without blinking.

Ling Qing was in the kitchen mixing the dish with crab dipping, and couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart when he heard this.

Xia Yan gave him a cold look, and went in with the sauced beef to offer treasures to Ling Qing: "Ling Qing, I queued for a long time to buy it for you, do you eat it to see if it tastes good? Also, why do you call that guy Come over for dinner, it’s not a good thing to see him look like a mouse.”

Ling Qing glared at him, turned back to cook and ignored him, waited for a while, and then said in a low voice: "He came by himself."

When Xia Yan heard it, his heart immediately became elated, and he leaned forward and said loudly "Bo" to Lang Qing, seeing that he just blushed a little, without much resistance, he suddenly became fat, and his paws eagerly wanted to reach Lang Qing's slender body. waist.

"Hand, if you stretch it out again, it will be chopped off!" Ling Qing seemed to have eyes behind his back, so Xia Yan had no choice but to put down his hand angrily.

After coming out of the kitchen, Xia Yan couldn't help itching when he saw the man sitting on the sofa. My cousin beat him up for a week before, but I don't know how many days he's been beating this grandson now, it's fucking itchy ah.

Thanks to Li/Peng's thick skin, no one else could have eaten the whole lunch so calmly under Xia Yan's eyes.

When sending Li/Peng away, Ling Qing was very embarrassed, and even wrapped three fresh hairy crabs for him to take back: "I'm sorry."

Li/Peng's eyes flashed sadly, and he quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "Oh, what, are you reconciled?"

Ling Qing smiled: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

After sending someone back, he found Xia Yan was tinkering with something in the kitchen, Ling Qing ignored him, and after calling his aunt and the others, Xia Yan began to pack his things and prepare to visit his parents.

Before it was ready, Xia Yan came out with a cup of something unknown, and handed it to Ling Qing like a treasure: "I specially asked Lu Yuan to ask his grandma for the prescription. It is the best cure for colds."

Ling Qing looked at the glass of unknown things in front of him, and saw that besides the egg flower, there were also mint leaves, mugwort, shredded ginger, sliced ​​white onions, and other things that could not be seen in their true colors, Ling Qing Laughing, this idiot, the things he uses are good for colds and colds, but what they want is crushed juice, but he just cut it off and made a vegetable paste.

Xia Yan looked at Ling Qing seriously, a little worried: "What's the matter? Uh, otherwise, don't drink it. I don't know if it will be successful or not for the first time."

Lang Qing ignored him, holding the cup and slowly drank the green liquid in one gulp.

Xia Yan took the cup with a smile on her face, took it into the kitchen and washed it graciously.

"You go home, I'll go to the suburbs." Ling Qing packed up his things, put on an extra coat, and prepared to go out.

"I'll go with you," seeing Ling Qing looking over in surprise, Xia Yan coughed and explained, "I have a car, and I'll take you there, saving you the trouble of changing buses."

Lang Qing was not surprised that Xia Yan knew his itinerary well. After careful consideration, he agreed to Xia Yan's proposal. It would be troublesome and time-consuming to transfer to the suburban bus.

Ling Qing didn't open his mouth, and Xia Yan didn't dare to follow up, so he could only guard the car below, watching anxiously as Ling Qing walked up the mountain with his things.

Lang Qing laid out the fruits, moon cakes and other things he brought, poured a cup of tea for each of his parents, took another cup for himself, and drank slowly. It was warm. After taking a few sips, the coldness that was blown up the mountain slowly receded, and the whole body began to warm up.

Ling Qing looked down the mountain, from here he could still see Xia Yan's gray SUV, the idiot didn't sit in the car properly, but leaned against the front of the car and smoked slowly.

As usual, Ling Qing told her parents about her recent life, and finally said "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival". Looking at the people looking up from the bottom of the mountain, Ling Qing couldn't help but smile, and turned around to wipe the dust off the photos of her parents : "Mom and Dad, in the future, bring someone over to let you know."