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After being robbed of the taxi for the third time, Jing Ye silently took a step back, thinking: This kind of bad luck cannot be explained clearly by Mercury retrograde.

Since he returned to Chongqing, he seems to be stuck in his teeth after drinking cold water every day.

He and Lin Chan were relatively silent, and neither of them wanted to say a word, but their bodies drove them to the taxi pick-up point in an extremely honest and tacit understanding.But I don't know if it was bad luck, or if they met people who didn't obey the queuing rules today, Jing Ye and Lin Chan waited for more than ten minutes, still drinking.

The night had cooled down, this place was not far from the Jialing River, and the wind was strong, blowing up from behind, causing a headache.

Jing Ye was afraid of the cold, he held the shopping bag in one hand, shrunk his neck, and stood in the same place without any image, the other hand was trembling in his pocket, he didn't dare to speak, for fear that his teeth would tremble when he opened his mouth.

This down jacket is really warm, Jing Ye wanted to put on the hat several times, but the two girls around him who were still wearing short skirts were chatting and laughing, making him look like a quail in the cold, and he didn't dare to be embarrassed anymore.

Maybe because of the traffic jam at night, there were few taxis, and they were robbed when they first arrived.There was also a long queue at the bus station not far away, and many people began to call online taxis after seeing no results in waiting for a taxi.

With a light hand, Jing Ye said "Hey", and found that Lin Chan had moved over from two steps away from him at some point, and carried the shopping bag over without saying a word.

The stiff fingertips were released, and the red marks had been strangled.Jing Ye whispered thank you, lowered his head, rubbed his hands together and stuffed them into his pockets, trying to relieve the cold just now.

"Let me call a car." Lin Chan said "tsk", impatiently, "If you wait until tomorrow, there may not be a car."

It was so close, Jing Ye watched him find the software with his mobile phone, and just entered the pick-up point, a prompt of "40 minutes to wait during peak hours" popped up - the escape route was blocked again, Lin Chan also paused with his fingers as if he was choked .

Maybe people are a bit optimistic when they are unlucky to the extreme, Jing Ye actually thought it was quite funny, and gave a "poof".

With a cold face, Lin Chan asked him silently: Can you still laugh?

"Actually... it doesn't have to be a taxi, I'm not that afraid of being discovered." With his words covered behind the mask, Jing Ye pointed to the rail transit sign next to the bus stop, "Take the light rail, is it far?"

Lin Chan's face softened: "It may take 10 minutes."

"Then let's go, it's warmer after two steps."

After saying that, Jing Ye raised his head to confirm the direction, and then strode ahead.

Although he didn't reveal a single sentence, he made an unconscious guess just now, as if he had realized the implication of why Lin Chan insisted on taking a taxi—Jing Ye was lazy, but Lin Chan could even endure the one-hour bus ride from Huangjueping for dinner. , I don't like taking taxis very much, unless it's to accommodate him.

In Lin Chan's cognition, Jing Ye's secret weapon and his desire not to be recognized are too obvious, even if he doesn't care, his actions still follow Jing Ye's intention.

And it's not the first time that Lin Chan has done this like this, it seems that since they were teenagers, Lin Chan has subtly melted this kind of accommodation into his habit.

Should it be said that it is better to be sensible, or is it more appropriate to "be nice to him"?

During the ten-minute journey, Jing Ye walked in front, his temples throbbed violently due to the wind, and some chaotic places became more organized than ever before.

Except for him, Lin Chan seems to seldom behave similarly towards others.

So Lin Chan is not being sensible, but being nice to him.

The heating and air-conditioning in the light rail car relieved Jing Ye's overly tense nerves. There was no room, so Jing Ye and Lin Chan stood on the far side.He crookedly leaned against the armrest, raised his head, and finally relaxed.

Along the route along the river, Jing Ye turned sideways, and the people around him stood spread out, only he was closer to Lin Chan.

Lin Chan was facing the spacious window of the light rail, and the light along the way occasionally flickered on the side of Lin Chan's face, briefly dyeing his eyebrows and eyes a warm red or yellow color.The lighting in the light rail is good, but Jing Ye just looked at him like this, always feeling that the color that can't be caught when distracted is more in tune with Lin Chan.

He is not a person who follows the rules, but he seems to be more content with the status quo than anyone else.Jing Ye came to this conclusion, and then thought again: But who can guarantee that Lin Chan didn't take steps towards the abyss behind her current appearance of controlling everything?

Jing Ye was thinking wildly, but Lin Chan suddenly asked him, "What?"

"I didn't say anything, you heard it wrong." Jing Ye concealed it, and his eyes also turned, and when he had nowhere to rest, he simply looked out the window with Lin Chan.

The light rail runs smoothly and at an extremely fast speed. The shadows of the trees that are close can't even be seen in the night, but the shadows of the trees that are far away are very clear - the Jialing River Bridge spans the north of the river and Yuzhong. In December, the water flow is thin and lingering.

The trivial voices in the ear are not too noticeable, Jing Ye looked at the river for a while, and when the speed of the light rail train turned into a certain station and slowed down, he called out: "Lin Chan."

"Huh?" He turned his head.

Every time Jing Ye spoke to him, Lin Chan would look into his eyes seriously, as if she didn't believe that words could be completely honest.Jing Ye enjoyed this look at first, and thought it was polite, but then he gradually couldn't bear it, and now he is occupied by the idea of ​​"Lin Chan likes me", and feels that the other party's actions for a long time have deep meaning.

Just like the predator has already aimed at the prey, the possessive desire in the pupil is almost overflowing.

There was a "ding dong" in the ear, and the passengers with tired faces poured in, and the sound was suddenly noisy.

Jing Ye asked, "Are you really...?"

He didn't have to say those three words clearly, no matter how soft his voice was, it was inevitable that others would overhear him.Although the probability of acquaintances appearing on the light rail is one in a million, Jing Ye doesn't want to take the risk.

"What am I?" Lin Chan asked suspiciously, Jing Ye had an awkward expression on his face, so he understood the meaning first, and nodded, "Yes, I am..."

He didn't intend to stop, Jing Ye hurriedly blocked Lin Chan's right hand, separating him from another passenger: "No need—"

"...gay."

Lin Chan finished speaking quietly, and added: "Don't be so nervous, brother, no one knows me."

The light rail restarted at this moment, Jing Ye moved too much just now and was affected by inertia, staggering slightly, conditioned reflex to grab something.His fingers were missing, but Lin Chan held his arm.

He stood firmly on the back arm, and lightly broke free from Lin Chan, his face sinking like water.

After that, when it was time to transfer, Jing Ye refused to say a word to Lin Chan.It was clearly an answer he had been able to confirm, but to confirm it again... He turned his head away and cleared his throat.

Jing Ye thought he wouldn't feel sick to his stomach, after all, it was Lin Chan, and Lin Chan should have privileges.

Homosexuality, these three words sounded extremely harsh to Jing Ye, but when he said it from Lin Chan's mouth, he had a natural expression, even a little shy, and his eyes were bent as usual, and he didn't feel that he was honest and special in the light rail car. There's nothing awkward about different sexual orientations.Jing Ye pressed his chest, and his heart beat fast.

He couldn't explain why he was allergic to "gay", it wasn't that serious, but it did give him a physical reaction.

After the transfer, the light rail was not as crowded as before, and half of the seats were empty.Lin Chan sat down with the shopping bag at his feet, leaning his head back against the car window, just looking at Jing Ye.

"Why don't you come and sit down? You look so pale." Lin Chan said softly.

He suddenly didn't have the thorn in the cold wind just now, and carefully extended an invitation to Jing Ye, as if releasing a friendly little animal that was afraid of rejection, pure and nervous.

Jing Ye thought: This is Lin Chan.

It was not easy for Jing Ye to step over with lead-filled legs and sit next to him, but after it was over, he felt an indescribable sense of release—like something he thought he would never do anyway , but he finished it without thinking too long.

If it were someone else, Jiang Ziyi or Yu Zhou, if he said that, Jing Ye couldn't guarantee whether he would run away on the spot.

He was just... scared, scared for no reason.

"Why did you say it so frankly?" Jing Ye asked in a low voice.

Lin Chan lowered his head and smiled. When he and Jing Ye were together, he seldom played with his mobile phone. He crossed his fingers and put them on his lap: "The students in the studio all vaguely know this, because I have flattered our teacher before."

Jing Ye's voice changed a bit: "Teacher?"

"He's older than you... Maybe he's less than a year old. I don't know how old he is. He's very nice and gentle. He won't raise his voice when he gets angry with us. He's good at drawing, and he's patient... "Lin Chan pointed out the advantages of that teacher with her fingers, each of which seemed to have nothing to do with Jing Ye, and finally said, "And we are the same."

With just a few words, Lin Chan excluded him.

Jing Ye was suddenly at a loss for words, and the soreness returned, making his heart beat faster and faster.The nausea that was a bit nauseous at first disappeared, and I was breathing normally, but I felt uncomfortable all over, as if I was soaked in water and I couldn't control it.

Lin Chan paused for a while, turned to look at Jing Ye, and smiled faintly: "But, I don't have any chance... I don't regret it too much, maybe I don't like him very much yet, this kind of affection is eager to prove..."

"Prove what?"

"I don't just like you." Lin Chan asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Jing Ye: "..."

Lin Chan thought he hadn't digested the previous confession, and said, "I've never liked girls."

"So..." Jing Ye's lips were almost drawn into a line, Tao Hua's eyes were gloomy, and his jaw shook slightly several times before he spread the memory in front of the two of them, "I misunderstood at the time, thinking..."

Lin Chan kept silent.

The apology shouldn't be on this occasion, Jing Ye blurted out: "I'm sorry, I... I don't know, and I haven't... I haven't thought about it, thinking about it in that way, it might hurt you, really..."

Lin Chan shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't seem to have finished speaking, and implicitly admitted some emotions that had passed away. Jing Ye said "uh", and completed the confession that circulated in the dream in his heart, reminding Lin Chan: "Is there a 'but'?"

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't like you now."

The announcement of the arrival of the light rail filled the carriage. After Lin Chan finished speaking, she stood up and held the pull ring in front of Jing Ye, condescending. His eyes were particularly dark when the light was on his back.

Who do you like?

who do you like?Is it your teacher, the man you saw in the supermarket just now, or even Yu Zhou, some classmate I don't know, a new friend?Or do you not like anyone now?

Jing Ye wanted to ask hastily, but the last sliver of reason left him and he stopped.

He stood up with Lin Chan and was about to get off the car. There was not much difference in height when they were side by side. Jing Ye seemed to have lost some momentum for no reason, and spoke very softly: "How about...you tell me what you think."

"The journey of coming out?" Lin Chan asked calmly.

"No."

"That's to ask me what I think now." Lin Chan received a confirmed answer, and tied the shopping bag lightly. He flicked Jing Ye's forehead, with a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, and the next words instantly made this point clear. The atmosphere is cleansed.

"I think, Jing Ye, don't bother me."