lonely patient

The relationship between Wen Luming and I doesn’t seem to have changed. He still works and lives in an orderly manner. He takes care of the cat and me during the intervals. I still go to work three days fishing and two days posting the net, instead of drinking tea with Han Qian in the office. To brag is to argue with various developers in the wine bureau.

The instinct to make money is probably already engraved in my genes. I have never done any serious business for a day, but I have learned to talk nonsense when I see people and talk nonsense without a teacher. Sitting at the negotiating table seems to be possessed by words.

Qin Bei said that it was because I had been fascinated by it since I was a child. Thinking about it, it was true. Before I finished reciting the three hundred Tang poems, I had already started to watch the words and praise the day.

The only difficult thing to deal with is that these old fritters are not serious people. They always want to continue to engage in some extravagant things after getting off the wine board.But now I have to think about the cleanliness professor at home. If there is something wrong with my body when I go back, I will inevitably be left out overnight.

Those people thought that Wen Luming was just one of the lovers who came and went by my side, only I knew the difference.Those weak and lovely omegas never dared to show me face, but Teacher Wen would really block me in the bathroom and not allow me to go out without washing.

I used to think that until I die, I will be warm and soft, hugging left and right. I didn't realize that I am only less than 30 years old now, and I will start to learn to refuse some temptations.

After a while, some people were curious about Wen Luming's background, which made me change so much.Out of some subtle psychology, I don't want them to inquire, and I don't want Teacher Wen to come into contact with these messy people, so I always fool around with a haha.

One time when Wen Luming came to pick me up, someone vaguely saw half of his face through the car window, and understood why I was so anxious to go home every day.I said that I am not such a superficial person, but it is useless to explain because of my reputation.

The only blame is that Mr. Wen looks too much, relying on half of his face can make people dream about things.

This weekend, both of us are free. Wen Luming’s colleague gave him two drama tickets. After dinner, we drove to the theater in the city center together.

"Yan Qiao," Wen Luming suddenly asked me on the road, "What are your plans for the New Year's Day holiday?"

"New Year's Day?" It was summer when Wen Luming and I met, and it was already snowing in the blink of an eye.

In the past years, I spent New Year's Eve with friends, and I was surrounded by different people every year without accident, but of course I couldn't say that to Wen Luming, I could only say that I didn't know, and there was no arrangement.

"Going north to play?" he asked.

"Aren't we in the north now?" I blurted out.

There was snow on the road, Wen Luming was driving very slowly, he took the time to glance at me, with a faint smile on his face: "Go to the north."

Even though we have been facing each other day and night for so long, seeing Wen Luming smiling makes me dizzy, and I almost agree without thinking: "Okay."

"I'm a bit tired from work during this time, and I just want to take a few days off." Wen Luming said.

The graduate student he led recently opened a topic. As a tutor, Wen Luming also put a lot of effort into it. He left early and returned late every day, and occasionally went to school on weekends. I felt tired watching it.Before that, I thought university teachers were very relaxed, but Wen Luming said that when he was a lecturer a few years ago, he taught two grades, and he was busier than now.

"I was a lecturer a few years ago..." I counted on my fingers, "Teacher Wen, aren't you only 33 years old this year?"

"I started working after graduating with a Ph.D. at the age of 26." Wen Luming said logically.

Dr. 26 years old...what was I doing when I was 26 years old? ——Turning around to various night spots to have fun, sleeping during the day, dancing at night, and driving the beautiful omega I just met to the beach in the early morning.

The difference between Wen Luming and me is reflected in every aspect, and it makes me feel that getting to know him is an accident.

And surprises are everywhere.

In the play that night, one of the actors had an unspeakable short-term relationship with me. I just saw him familiar. It was not until he stood in front of the stage and bowed at the curtain call that his eyes met me in the middle of the first row of the auditorium. who is he.

Apparently he also remembered me, his expression froze for a moment, and he opened his mouth slightly to make a sound.

I remember that he was just a young actor who had just debuted, but now he can play the leading role in a drama directed by a leading director. My vision is really good. —I digressed.

It's also my fault that I obeyed Wen Lu Mingtai's words, and didn't look carefully at the cast list on the ticket before I came here, making it so embarrassing now.

I hope Wen Luming didn't notice the last scene.

After the show was over, I told Wen Luming that I wanted to eat supper, and I intended to drag him away quickly, but before I even walked out of the theater gate, I was stopped by a little girl.

"Mr. Yan!" The little girl hurriedly found me from the crowd, she said with shame on her face, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Teacher Song Qianyu's assistant, the teacher would like to invite you to the backstage."

Reflexively, I turned my head to look at Wen Luming, only to see that he frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Uh..." The little assistant in front of me obviously didn't know the relationship, and was sent out without even thinking about the reason, "That..."

"Xiao Zhao," a clear male voice saved her from the predicament in time, "You go in first, sorry for the trouble."

I looked in the direction where the sound came from, and there was a thin boy standing there with makeup and hair still on, wrapped in a knee-length black down jacket, wearing a peaked cap and a mask.

"Teacher Song!" The little assistant rushed to his side, "I'm sorry, I..." She looked at me and then at Song Qianyu, and said, "I, then I'll go in first, call me if you need anything."

Song Qianyu nodded: "Well, let's go."

The audience at the end of the show was almost gone, and there were only a few people around who were discussing the plot just now.Wen Luming put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Do you know each other?"

I felt guilty for no reason, and pretended to be calm and said lightly: "I know."

Wen Luming didn't say anything more.

Song Qianyu's appearance was not much different from what he remembered. He walked over, pulled off his mask and smiled brightly: "Yan Qiao, long time no see."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to me, as naturally as an old friend meeting.I couldn't tell whether he was acting or if he really didn't have any psychological burden. He shook hands perfunctorily and said, "Long time no see."

"I didn't expect you to come to my play. I'm very happy." Song Qianyu said with a smile. After speaking, she noticed Wen Luming beside me, was slightly startled, and asked tentatively, "This is..."

"My surname is Wen." Wen Luming spoke politely, but his eyes were cold, "The performance just now was wonderful."

No one would remain indifferent if Wen Luming stared at him like this, and so did Song Qianyu.He looked away and said unnaturally, "Thank you."

"Let's go first if we have nothing else to do," I said, "It's getting late, you can go back, don't worry the assistant."

After speaking, I took Wen Luming and prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, Song Qianyu stepped in front of me, grabbed my other arm and said, "Wait!"

Almost at the same time, Wen Luming held my hand tightly.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at Song Qianyu's hand grabbing me, his lips pursed into a line of displeasure.

I had one head and two big ones, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I have something to say to you, but I never had the chance." Song Qianyu looked up at me, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a mixed nervous and sad expression, "Yan Qiao... I was not qualified before ,right now I am……"

I no longer dare to look at Wen Luming.

Maybe it was because of the people around, Song Qianyu didn't speak too clearly, but hesitated for a long time and asked: "I want to start as ordinary friends with you, is that okay?"

His tone was sincere, and his palm-sized face was set off pitifully by the fur collar of the down jacket: "I know there is no shortage of people around you, I just... want to know your recent situation occasionally."

To be honest, I have already forgotten the details of getting along with him. Even if I sit down calmly and talk about the old days, I have nothing to talk about.

"No need." I smiled politely, "The past is over, you don't need me in your life now, and I don't lack friends."

"But……"

Song Qianyu wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Wen Luming lightly: "It's not convenient to talk here, Yan Qiao and I are going to have supper, is Teacher Song together?"

A serious college professor called an actor teacher who was much younger than him, how strange it sounded.Song Qianyu also sensed that something was wrong, and because she was not sure about Wen Luming's identity, she also hesitated at the moment: "I haven't removed my makeup, so I won't go..."

"Then let's go first." Wen Luming didn't give him any chance to hesitate, he took my shoulders and walked towards him in a gentle manner, "We'll talk another day."