After the funeral, I abused the scum with the bamboo horse

After sitting outside for a while, Nie Jiayan returned to the house with his coat.

Lin Yixing changed into home clothes and sat in the living room with a gloomy expression, his eyes had been on him since he came in.

If Nie Jiayan was five years old or older, he would definitely be terrified by such gazes.

But he is 23 years old now, and he has passed the stupid age of putting Lin Yixing in the most important position in his heart.

After looking at each other, Nie Jiayan walked upstairs on his own.

Just after taking three steps, Lin Yixing stopped him——

"Nie Jiayan, don't you have anything to tell me?"

"say what?"

Nie Jiayan looked back at him coldly.

He knew that Lin Yixing had seen everything, and he probably understood why the other party was angry.

It's just that he's not that hypocritical or naive. He accepts Lin Ranyi because he feels that he should live in a different way, not out of revenge or not.

After all, if you are always addicted to the past, you may really drive yourself into a lunatic.

Just like Lin Yixing.

"You can't be with Lin Ranyi!"

Lin Yixing looked at him sullenly, "You can play whatever you want, except this."

Because of the geographical advantage, Nie Jiayan lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the agitated Lin Yixing quietly and indifferently with a condescending look.

A few seconds later, he lazily looked away, as if he felt bored and didn't want to talk to him, so he went upstairs directly.

The sound of things being smashed came from downstairs, vaguely mixed with Shen Yunnian's patient words of comfort.

Nie Jiayan was upset by hearing this, so she simply went to the innermost study to sleep.

Lunch was settled in the study. At 02:30 in the afternoon, Nie Jiayan asked Shen Yunnian for a car key, and planned to go to the garage to drive the car to Cafe No. [-] for an appointment.

Before Lin went out, Shen Yunnian whispered in a slightly pleading tone: "Master Nie, please come back early."

Nie Jiayan didn't answer, took the car keys and waved away.

In Zhancheng in January, the weather is unbelievably hot.

Nie Jiayan was still wearing a coat before going out, but when he drove to the cafe, he got out of the car wearing only a sweater.

There were only a few tables of customers in the cafe. He was tall. After pushing the door and entering, he saw the whole picture inside at a glance.

There are several tables seated by the floor-to-ceiling windows. There are men typing on the keyboard, young couples on a date, and students chatting.

"J" could be a woman or a man, a young man or an old man.

Perhaps it was because Nie Jiayan's looking for someone was too obvious, the waiter standing by the door couldn't help asking, "Sir, may I help you?"

Before Nie Jiayan could answer, a voice came from behind, "Go and do your work, I'll treat this guest."

"Okay, manager."

Nie Jiayan looked back, and saw a young woman in a cafe uniform approaching, and smiled at him, "Mr. Nie, please come with me."

Led by the cafe manager, Nie Jiayan went into the innermost booth.

The sound was gradually isolated from the outside. Beside another floor-to-ceiling window, a man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the booth in the middle, holding a book in his hand. His brows were high and his eyes were deep, and his lips were thin and beautiful.

Probably feeling that someone was coming, he raised his head, his face was strange and handsome, and he looked about 40 years old.

While Nie Jiayan was looking at him, the other party was also looking at him.

The manager brought up a hot Americano.

Nie Jiayan slapped his long eyelashes lightly, then walked over with long legs and sat down opposite the man.

"Want something to drink?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of the man's lips, he looked neither gentle nor indifferent, very formulaic.

Nie Jiayan said, "Same as you."

The man smiled and gestured to the manager.

After another cup of hot Americano was served, he took the initiative to introduce himself, "Hi, I'm Zhong Shaoting, or you can call me J."

Nie Jiayan lowered his head and stirred the coffee with a spoon, thinking about the attitude he should have as a sponsored student, "Hello, Mr. J, I'm Nie Jiayan."

"I will graduate in half a year, thank you very much for your support."

When he first arrived in Zurich, Nie Jiayan was still a black family with no place to live and no education. He worked part-time in a small Chinese restaurant, working during the day and sleeping in the kitchen at night.

The proprietress of the restaurant saw that he was thin-skinned and tender-fleshed, and thought he was the kind of young master who ran away from home because of quarrels with his family, and she kept persuading him to go home early, otherwise his parents would be worried.

It wasn't until Nie Jiayan worked hard for more than ten days that the proprietress believed that he was a homeless orphan. She asked her relationship to help him get a household registration and suggested that he could try to take the school entrance examination.

Later J appeared. To be precise, J helped Nie Jiayan get a student status through the proprietress, and even subsidized his tuition fees, sending him to study at the University of Zurich.

Nie Jiayan's thoughts at the time were also very simple, why not go to a higher place, he has no right to be hypocritical, as long as he can live a better life, he is willing to do anything.

"You don't have to be so reserved."

Seeing Nie Jiayan's tight jawline, Zhong Shaoting smiled, "Speaking of which, I was also entrusted by others."

Nie Jiayan was slightly taken aback, "Entrusted by someone?"

"My profession is a lawyer. When I was your age, the Lin family sponsored me to go to college, so after graduation, I will serve the Lin family."

"Back then, Young Master Jin helped you escape from the Lin family. You chose to go to Zurich. I happened to be following up a project there, so I took care of you by the way."

Lin Shenjin?

Nie Jiayan had calculated thousands of times, but he did not expect to accept the Lin family's love in the end.

"In any case, I am still very grateful for the help you gave at that time."

He is a person with clear grievances and grievances. Even if this help is only indirect, he still wants to repay it. "You asked me out, you should not just want to catch up with me. If you need my help, please tell me."

Zhong Shaoting smiled again, with a little warmth in his eyes, "You are calmer than I thought, I thought you would need some time to digest."

Nie Jiayan didn't want to talk nonsense, "It's the truth whether you accept it or not, there's nothing to struggle with."

Seeming to be infected by his straightforwardness, Zhong Shaoting closed the book and stopped turning around, "It's nothing, Master Jin just hopes that you can stand by him."

Nie Jiayan pondered for a moment, and still responded readily, "Okay."

Zhong Shaoting looked down at his thin lips that were slightly curved when he spoke, and was lost for a moment, then covered it up by drinking coffee, "We are happy to cooperate."

Nie Jiayan said "Yes", drank half a cup of coffee, and got up to leave.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Zhong Shaoting raised his eyes, looked at his eyebrows and said with emotion: "Your eyes are very similar to your mother."

Nie Jiayan was taken aback for a moment, then frowned deeply.

Before he could speak, Zhong Shaoting said with a smile: "But the mouth is very similar to mine."

It was getting late, and the tired birds returned to their nests.

Lin Yixing was sitting in the living room on the first floor, a little upset waiting.

The afterglow of dusk shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing his whole body half bright and half dark.

The sun goes down early in winter, and after a while, the sky is completely dark.

The moment the sound of cars entering the garage came from the yard, Lin Yixing got up abruptly.

Through a pane of glass, he saw the doorman get off the driver's seat, then bowed and opened the rear door.

A thin, pale hand pressed against the car window.

Nie Jiayan got out of the car with flimsy steps, then leaned over while holding the car door, and vomited in a daze.

The constriction of the larynx and the convulsion of the stomach were not at all pleasant, and some physiological tears overflowed from the corners of Nie Jiayan's eyes.

Just as he sniffed to suppress the vomit rushing into his trachea, he was dragged into a warm and wide embrace.

"Nie Jiayan!"

A roar filled with great anger exploded beside his ears.

The anger hit Nie Jiayan's icy back of the neck with his warm breath, and he couldn't help shrinking, he instinctively wanted to avoid it.

In the end, because he was too drunk to see the road, he bumped his head against the car door.

Lin Yixing quickly reached out to help him.

During the tugging, Nie Jiayan's eye corner was scratched by the sharp bulge of the car door, extending all the way to his hair.

If you shift it a little further, you will scratch your eyeball.

Lin Yixing was so frightened that his heart almost stopped, he immediately stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms, coaxing him in a low voice: "Nie Nie, it doesn't hurt..."

Nie Jiayan was coaxed to cry by him, his mouth was deflated, and tears fell silently one after another.

Lin Yixing's anger turned into guilt, one hand passed through Nie Jiayan's armpit to support his back, and the other reached across his knees, hugging him like a child.

As soon as he entered the room, Shen Yunnian greeted him, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Nie Jiayan drank a lot of wine, his entire neck was completely red, but his face was so pale that there was no blood in it.

The scratched cut at the corner of the eye was red and swollen, and blood had already leaked out.

Lin Yixing's expression was no better than his. He saw where to go, and while carrying the man upstairs, he told Shen Yunnian to get the medicine box.

It may be pain or discomfort, Nie Jiayan's tears soaked his cheeks, and the two rows of thick eyelashes were beaten into strands by strands of tears, like a doll in the rain.

"Nie Nie, good boy, you will feel better soon."

Lin Yixing took off his soiled sweater, wrapped him in a quilt and hugged him in his arms, then stuffed a hangover medicine into his mouth, coaxing him to drink water and swallow it.

Nie Jiayan wiped away his tears and swallowed, his head fell limply into Lin Yixing's arms, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you want me?"

"...Why did you give birth to me...and don't want me?"

His voice was low and weak, and Lin Yixing could only make out a few words.

Nie Jiayan was asking why he was not wanted.

"I didn't want you, I love you very much..."

Lin Yixing lowered his head, pressed his thin lips against the soft skin on the side of Nie Jiayan's face, and kissed him greedily, "I have always loved you."

Nie Jiayan stopped crying, and opened his eyes to look at the mottled ceiling.

Turning his gaze, he looked at Lin Yixing who was almost touching his forehead, as if he was trying to identify something, "...are you brother Ran Yi?"

Before Lin Yixing could answer, Nie Jiayan turned over and buried him in his arms, curled up and begged in a hoarse voice, "Brother Ran Yi, hold me for a while, I'm too tired..."

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