Choose me next year, I'm super sweet

It's a pity that the handsome teacher dared to do it but didn't admit it. After graduation, he said he wanted to be with the teacher, but he was kicked by the teacher.

At that time, he almost thought that they could achieve a positive result, so it can be seen that they are too young or not, naive.

Zhou Lan realized that he was very bad. He actually forgot to touch his eye cream because he thought of a scum!

"Damn! Make it up." His bright eyes are kind and hopeful. The only thing that is reliable is the blessing of eye cream. He didn't pay attention to putting on eye cream. He was such a jerk.

Zhou Lan patted himself on the cheek as punishment.

Jiao Lang came out after washing, and Zhou Lan also finished a full set of nursing care and body stretching. He walked to the living room and saw that Jiao Lang was looking down at his phone. He put down his phone and turned to change his clothes. He didn't like that watch when he was with Zhou Lan. It was said to be a birthday present from his mother.

"Zhou Lan, I have dinner with my friends tonight, I will be back before twelve o'clock." Jiao Lang looked at Zhou Lan, he had no reason to ask Zhou Lan to wait for him.

So he stretched out his hand, palm up, "give me the key."

He is a little conceited now, the kind of conceit that belongs to a man. He respects Zhou Lan, but at a certain level, he feels that Zhou Lan already belongs to him. This house belongs to Zhou Lan, but at a certain level, he also has the right to live right now.

He and Zhou Lan have been glued together for a few days, and he already has a strong sense of existence as Zhou Lan's man.

His hand was hanging there. Zhou Lan looked at it and rolled his eyes: "Go away and find a place to sleep by yourself."

Jiao Lang's self-esteem was shattered, like an abandoned dog thrown out of the house, he looked at Zhou Lan pitifully.

Zhou Lan turned her head and walked towards the sofa: "I'm tired, I'm not interested tonight, go out and play by yourself."

Jiao Lang's boyish heart almost fell to the ground. It turns out that after so long, in Zhou Lan's eyes, he is still just a humanoid pile driver whose only purpose is to drive piles!

"Zhou Lan..." Jiao Lang really wanted to say something for his poor self.

Zhou Lan had no expression on his face: "What are you dawdling for, get out of here quickly."

Jiao Lang didn't want to leave anymore at this time, of course he noticed that Zhou Lan's mood was starting to go wrong again, so he walked up to Zhou Lan, but instead of sitting there waiting for him like before, Zhou Lan raised his buttocks and hid far away Far.

"Zhou Lan... In your eyes, I'm really just..." Jiao Lang grew up so much, he had never experienced such a moment of hurting his self-esteem: "Is it really only for that purpose..."

Zhou Lan nodded, isn't this nonsense?

"You only use those two taels of meat."

If Jiao Lang was still here at this time, he felt that he would quarrel with Zhou Lan, and he still had an appointment.

Jiao Lang nodded, his self-esteem was shattered and his heart was full of stinging pain. A kind of sadness that he had never experienced filled up and made him feel suffocated. He couldn't control his mouth: "Okay, it's up to you, but I hope you know, don't Too much lower body thinking."

After Jiao Lang left, Zhou Lan's world was finally clean. Zhou Lan took a deep breath and frowned, feeling very uncomfortable with the colorless and odorless smell named Jiao Lang that filled the air.

It happened to be a holiday when he left, Zhou Lan got up from the sofa, looked at the time with his head, it was 07:30, it was time to sleep.

Go to bed early and relax.

Back in the room, I shook the quilt to get rid of the smell named Jiao Lang on it, and lay down on my own side.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

No, the light outside the window is a bit strong.

Zhou Lan got up and closed the blackout curtain behind the gauze curtain, and continued to lie down.

Zhou Lan lay down for a while and was so annoyed that he quickly reached out to catch his tears, but he couldn't drip on his silk pillowcase.

Forget it, let’s get up and get some paper to put on the mat. Tears are detoxification and need to be treated correctly.

Zhou Lan got up and felt for the position of the drawing paper in the dark, and found that the drawing paper was gone after feeling for a long time, remembering that Jiao Lang took his drawing paper to the dining table.

The more Zhou Lan thought about it, the more angry he became. Why should he touch his things?

"My drawing paper!" Zhou Lan turned around and hugged the quilt and cried loudly: "My drawing paper!"

Zhou Lan cried for a long time for her drawing paper, until finally she couldn't control her sobs.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and put his hands on his soft cheeks: "Hey, don't cry, if you cry again, you will tremble."

But he couldn't stop crying.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath." Zhou Lan muttered, and lay down slowly: "It's fine when you fall asleep, it's okay, just fall asleep."

She curled up into the quilt forcefully, clenched her hands tightly into fists, trembling non-stop.

Zhou Lan pressed her hands hard on the bed, trying to open her hands: "Stop, stop, don't be sad, don't do this again."

Repeat the hypnosis repeatedly in my mind, just sleep, it will be fine, sleep will be fine, sleep will be fine.

Zhou Lan finally managed to fall asleep, unplugged the power and forced to shut down under the virus attack.

Sleeping in the middle of the night and being forced to turn it on again, the eyes moved uneasily in the dimness, as if there was a knock on the door.

It didn't seem like the sound was getting louder and louder, or someone was knocking on the door.

Someone was stubbornly refusing to leave outside the door.

Zhou Lan didn't plan to talk to him.

The man didn't leave. Zhou Lan didn't know how long he knocked on the door, and then he started calling his name, looking very aggrieved: "Zhou Lan, open the door for me."

He knocked and shouted again, and after a while, a man's voice appeared beside him.

"Knock what knock! Are you going to die in the middle of the night?!"

"Sorry sorry, I didn't bring the key, my friend fell asleep."

"Can't you make a phone call!!"

"His phone is off."

"Damn! Then you knocked hard, and knocked so lightly for a long time?" The elder brother was angry: "Get out of the way, I will knock for you!"

The eldest brother raised his Foshan Wuying foot, and slammed it on the door with his big feet: "There is no one who can't wake up like this, young people learn from it!"

Zhou Lan heard the will-o'-the-wisp burning Tianling Gai in the room, this group of damned, his door!

Zhou Lanchi got up, jumped out of the bed and walked out of the living room with bare feet, opened the door and roared at the person outside: "I told you not to come, don't you understand people's words? Get out!"

None of the lights in the room were turned on, and Zhou Lan stood with half of his body behind the door. Jiao Lang didn't even see Zhou Lan's face clearly, and the door was about to close with a snap.

Jiao Lang pressed against the door, his tone anxious: "Zhou Lan, I'm sorry, I know you are very angry, I'm here to say sorry to you."

The eldest brother saw that something was wrong, touched his bald head, and felt that it would be less embarrassing for him to go back to his room.

"Then brother, I'll go first." The eldest brother quickly slipped away.

Jiao Lang's hand pressed against the door, Zhou Lan couldn't close the door with his strength, and Jiao Lang didn't force his way in, just stuck in a stalemate.

Zhou Lan stood behind the door, feeling very tired, not only his hands were tired, but his heart was also tired.

What's the point of doing this, so I chose to let go, turned around and walked straight to the bedroom, touched the edge of the bed, climbed onto the bed and got under the covers.

Jiao Lang unknowingly followed up on the bed, and behind him he embraced the man with the quilt in his arms.

"Zhou Lan, I'm here to apologize. I shouldn't have said that to you today."

Jiao Lang couldn't control his emotions at the time, and when he drank later, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that what he said was a jerk.

How could he tell Zhou Lan not to think from his lower body, Zhou Lan is not such a person at all, he knew it clearly, and still said that about him.

Jiao Lang held Zhou Lan in his arms with a soft quilt, embracing such a fragile person: "I'm sorry, if you are angry, you can ask for anything, just don't ignore me, okay?"

Zhou Lan didn't speak, and lay on his side with his back to him, looking as if he was asleep.

Jiao Lang suddenly felt sad: "When I was with you, I told myself to treat you with the greatest patience, but I couldn't do it."

When he first decided to be with Zhou Lan, he asked Lin Yi to help him. Lin Yi roughly told him a little about Zhou Lan's situation. , Jiao Lang was shocked.

He also understood how difficult it was for him to get into Zhou Lan's heart. When they met for the first time, Zhou Lan woke up and hid herself behind the curtain in panic. He turned around and saw the naked figure carefully hiding behind the curtain in the glass. , Jiao Lang's mood is complicated.

I am attracted by his beautiful body lines under the sun, but also feel sorry for his madness.

Lin Yi said that Zhou Lan would occasionally become manic and a little abnormal.

But Jiao Lang didn't feel how hot this potato was, he just wanted to hold him carefully, whether he was mentally ill or covered in dust, when he came here, Jiao Lang just wanted to hold him so that he wouldn't suffer any setbacks .

Zhou Lan still ignored him.

Jiao Lang's hands sneaked under the quilt.

This next week Lan finally paid attention to him.

He moved his head leaning on the pillow, his voice sounded muffled as if he had caught a cold, "Jiao Lang."

"Huh?" Jiao Lang propped himself up, pricked up his ears and waited for Zhou Lan's next words.

"Go and find your girlfriend. I really can't afford to play now. Please forgive me." Zhou Lan was very tired, and closed her eyes after speaking.

He just wants to have a good night's sleep, go to work seriously after the holidays, and earn enough living expenses to eat and drink.

It is safer to use the kidney than to use the heart, he knew it earlier, but he is almost thirty, and he just doesn't have a long memory.

Jiao Lang was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized that Zhou Lan's mental disorder today was not a mental disorder, but a broken love.

Jiao Lang sat up abruptly, with a serious face in the darkness, he hugged Zhou Lan up, and pinched his shoulders under the quilt with both hands: "Did you see my message?"

"That's not my girlfriend! She's my deskmate in high school, and we have a good relationship. She said she didn't have a boyfriend at the party, and she was compared by several of her colleagues. She asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend!"

Jiao Lang was at a loss and almost stammered: "Really, really! She knows I have you, so I'll call her right now."

Jiao Lang hastily put his hands in his pockets, trying to take out his cell phone, but the cell phone was not in his pocket. He reached out and touched the quilt, but couldn't find it. Jiao Lang stretched out his hand to turn on the bedside lamp. He picked up the mobile phone beside him and hurriedly called Feng Yihui.

The phone was dialed. During the beep, Jiao Lang turned on the speakerphone and looked at Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan was lowering his head and raising his hand to cover his eyes. Jiao Lang was full of hope to explain clearly to Zhou Lan, holding his wrist, not allowing him to avoid it, with a gentle voice: "At least listen to my explanation first, okay?" .”

Zhou Lan's hand covering his eyes and most of his face was pulled away, but Jiao Lang's hand holding his wrist seemed to be frozen.

He had never seen Zhou Lan like this before, fragile, pale, with red eyes, lowered and trying to hide, his usually thin eyelids were swollen like walnuts.

He is crying?

Is he crying like this?

Because of that text message, Zhou Lan fell into such great pain.

Jiao Lang felt as if his heart was torn apart, and Zhou Lan's pain was transmitted to his heart without hindrance, he stretched out his arms to hold Zhou Lan tightly, and apologized helplessly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done such a thing , no matter what it is, I should tell you."

Jiao Lang's voice trembled, he lowered his head and carefully kissed Zhou Lan's forehead. The phone was connected at this moment, and Feng Yihui's voice came out from the hands-free, full of clarity.

"Hello? Jiao Lang? What are you doing?"

Jiao Lang gently stroked Zhou Lan's hair, as if holding a fragile crystal in his arms: "My boyfriend saw the message you sent, can you talk to him?"

"Ah?!" Feng Yihui was shocked.

"Jiao Lang, I'm sorry! Where is your boyfriend? I'll come right over!" Feng Yihui said.

"He's on the phone," Jiao Lang said.

"Your boyfriend's name is Zhou Lan, right?" Feng Yihui said.

"Yes." Jiao Lang said.

"Zhou Lan, I asked Jiao Lang to pretend to be my boyfriend. In fact, we are good friends and have no other relationship. I was joking when I sent that text message to call him boyfriend. I hope you don't misunderstand Jiao Lang. He said it a long time ago. You are his boyfriend, he really likes you..."

Hearing Feng Yihui's guilt and anxiety, Jiao Lang almost confessed to Zhou Lan on the phone for him, and hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, okay."

Jiao Lang looked down at Zhou Lan in his arms, he seemed to have been hit too hard and hadn't reacted yet, and he was stunned as if he had lost his soul.

"He heard it, so I'll hang up first and talk to you next time."

"Okay, both of you make it clear, next time I treat you two to dinner, I will apologize in person." Feng Yihui said.

After hanging up the phone, Jiao Lang saw that Zhou Lan still didn't respond, as if he was empty.

Wrapped in a quilt, Zhou Lan just sat on the bed blankly.

Of course he won't have any reaction, is he going to jump up on the spot and admit that he is an idiot?The first time I didn't ask Jiao Lang for confirmation, I didn't clarify the matter, I hid myself and said to myself, be good, be good, don't cry if you don't cry, and then cry until you can't open your eyes.

If someone discovers a rare idiot like him, it will cause a sensation in the idiot market.

Zhou Lan turned around silently, fell down, and returned to the position where Jiao Lang was sleeping sideways with her back.

"Zhou Lan?" Jiao Lang saw that Zhou Lan didn't respond, so he lay down again, propped up his upper body behind him, and looked at Zhou Lan's profile in the dark.

"Did you hear that?"

"We really don't have a relationship other than friends."

"Don't be sad, okay?"

……

Jiao Lang babbled, his tone as soft as the tip of a feather, soft, every sentence, worried that any small thorn would prick Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan was annoyed by what he said: "I'm not sad!"

Zhou Lan's blood was running normally, and his body no longer felt cold, and even his heart began to warm up. The warmth came from Jiao Lang's body temperature.

"Okay, you're not sad." Jiao Lang stroked Zhou Lan's head outside the quilt, and smoothed his hair.

At the same time, it was also the first time he knew that Zhou Lan, who seemed to be indifferent to everything, cared so much about him in his heart.

Taking off his coat, Jiao Lang got into the quilt and hugged Zhou Lan tightly: "I will keep nothing from you from now on, if you want to know something, just ask me directly, no matter what, I will tell you everything."

Zhou Lan struggled lightly in his arms, and realized that Jiao Lang was no longer planning to let him go, she lay on the pillow without speaking, and said after a while: "You, why don't you go home."

"My parents are abroad, they don't care much about the Spring Festival." This is a very simple answer, but Jiao Lang realized that he had never told Zhou Lan about his family's situation.

Zhou Lan never asked.

He will only suddenly become emotionally unstable, saying that if he doesn't go home soon, his family will die in panic.

It turned out that behind each of Zhou Lan's emotions was the uneasiness that he didn't know the answer to, and the fear that he didn't dare to express.

Jiao Lang tightened his embrace, and tightened his grip on the person in his arms: "My parents have been divorced for many years. They are both developing abroad and have new families. They gave me all the house assets in China. But don't really like me being with them."

Zhou Lan turned to look at Jiao Lang. When he said this, his tone was so calm that he seemed to be talking about other people's affairs.

Jiao Lang held Zhou Lan's hand in front of him, feeling Zhou Lan's distress for a moment, and couldn't help but smile: "It's nothing, I can understand, they really loved each other, but they were too proud, who I don’t want to bow my head for anyone, even if we are separated, I will always be brooding in my heart, as their common child, it is normal for them not to want to see me, but they have never forgotten my birthday.”

Although the birthday gifts are mailed back every year.

They want to cut off the past so much, Jiao Lang has nothing to blame.

It is also because of his parents' character of never bowing their heads that he has had the idea that someone needs to bow his head because of his feelings since he was a child. Don't argue over trivial matters, take a step back, make a step, and harmony and beauty are the most important.

This is what Jiao Lang once wanted his parents to do, and now he is working hard to practice it.

"My interpersonal relationship is not complicated. A few high school classmates, a few college classmates, the basketball team, you, nothing else. My grandparents live in third-tier cities and rarely see each other because of my parents. The relationship between my generation and the previous generation has almost nothing to do with it."

"From now on, we are one family, and I will not leave our home." Jiao Lang said softly but solemnly behind Zhou Lan.