Late ripening

On the last day of the winter camp, the organizer booked out the banquet hall on the second floor of the hotel to organize a social gathering.Jing Yan got to know a few students in the same major that he could chat with, and was encouraged by them to participate.

After the school leaders and professors left, the dimmed banquet hall became a place for students to play.Jing Yan wasn't quite used to this kind of environment, so he walked outside to the balcony to enjoy the air, thinking about talking to a few classmates later, and then going back with Yihang.

Finally able to go home, he started to pack his luggage early, and he had no intention of participating in the activities in the next few days.Perhaps it was Lu Qian's previous phone call that gave him confidence and gave him the courage to work hard again.He firmly believes that as long as he communicates well with him when he goes back this time, he will be fine. If Lu Qian wants him to be independent, then he will do it.

As long as it is something Lu Qian proposes, he can do it himself.

He was lying on the railing looking at the sculpture fountain downstairs, and someone touched him with a cold cup.Song Bo stood next to him with two glasses of wine, "Mr. Song, you haven't gone back yet..."

Song Bo still had that unfriendly face, "Do you drink?" Jing Yan waved his hand, and he put another glass on the small table on the balcony. "Isn't it cold here?" Jing Yan adjusted his scarf, "Fortunately, it's too noisy inside." He was talking to the downstairs, Song Bo leaned on the railing, and occasionally turned his face to look at him.

"Is your birthday next month?" Jing Yan was a little surprised, "How do you know..." Song Bo shook his glass, "I booked the plane tickets for you." "Oh... Teacher, you have a pretty good memory Yep, so many people remember it."

Song Bo didn't say anything, he finished the wine in the glass, and pulled Jing Yan's arm, "It's too cold outside, call Yao Yihang to go back together." Jing Yan just turned around, and he stopped him again, "I'm your half friend now, right? Don't call me Mr. Song next time."

Jing Yan almost said "Good teacher", swallowed the words and nodded in agreement.

Song Bo sent the two of them to the airport the next morning, and he himself had business to stay in Beijing.After more than three hours, Jing Yan got off the plane, feeling as if his dry skin finally felt a little moisture.He took off his coat and held it in his hand. While waiting for his luggage, he turned his head to look at the crowd at the airport.

Lu Qian is tall, even standing behind the crowd is conspicuous.That piece was like Jing Yan's light source, he dragged his suitcase and ran there hastily, Lu Qian grabbed him, their hands overlapped for a moment.

His temperature is as cold as mine, Jing Yan didn't dare to put his hands on it even thinking about it.There were people all around, he pulled out his hand and silently followed behind him.

Maybe it's because distance can increase people's longing to a certain extent. Lu Qian didn't speak sarcasticly like he did a few days ago. Although he still didn't talk much, he patiently listened to his report on his itinerary for these days.Without asking him any more questions, he drove the car home smoothly all the way.

He carried the suitcase to Jing Yan and sent it to the door. Mrs. Yu opened the door and saw Jing Yan smiling.Lu Qian stood at the door and said that he would come back for dinner tonight, but Jing Yan asked him what he wanted to eat without changing his shoes.

"Whatever." He put down the suitcase and left, Yu Sao rolled her eyes behind him and dragged Jing Yan into the room. "I don't know who made him angry, and he has a sad face all day long. I don't go home during the Spring Festival, so ignore him." She grabbed Jing Yan and looked around, "Why did you lose so much weight again, come over to eat quickly .”

In the afternoon, Jing Yan packed his luggage and took a short nap.When Lu Qian came back, the table was full of dishes cooked by Jing Yan with the help of his sister-in-law Yu.

He stood at the door obediently waiting to help him hang up his coat as before. Lu Qian changed his shoes, walked past him and threw the coat on the sofa.Jing Yan was not overwhelmed by this little indifference, and walked back to the table, "Wash your hands and then you can eat." He made up his mind to have a clear talk with Lu Qian, and even if he couldn't return to the way it was before, he still had to tell himself What to do.

Lu Qian rolled up his sleeves and sat down, holding the food in front of him.It was a bit mushy, so he ate it without saying anything.Jing Yan still hasn't digested what he ate at noon, so he sits beside him and watches him eat.

"Try this, I just learned it this afternoon with Mrs. Yu, maybe I put too much salt." Jing Yan put a piece of dry fried chicken on his plate, Lu Qian took a bite and put it back.

Jing Yan was a little embarrassed, "This may not taste good...then you eat this fish." Lu Qian saw that he picked up a piece and put it on his plate to pick the thorn, "Eat it yourself."

The chopsticks that were about to be extended froze again, Jing Yan looked down at the scattered fish pieces on the plate.He seldom eats fish, Lu Qian used to pick out the spines and give them to him whole.It was the first time I wanted to make something for him, but it was so badly done, I guess he couldn't eat it even if I gave it to him.

He retracted his hands to his lap, and finally said timidly, "Why have you been so indifferent to me all this time... Is it because I made you unhappy." Lu Qian's hand trembled slightly, " No, it's the same as before."

It is obviously different, and you yourself know it is different.Jing Yan tried his best to cheer himself up in his heart, so that he could try his best to ignore the pain those words brought to him. "Or if you think I'm doing something wrong, just tell me and I can change it."

"You must think I'm too clingy to you, so I'll only see you on weekends from now on, okay? If it doesn't work, I can go back to sleep in a small room, I know you won't be able to rest well if you sleep with me." Jing Yan looked straight at He wanted to find a little bit of looseness on his face.

Thoughts that can be expressed confidently in front of others turned out to be false and fragile in front of Lu Qian.I don't have any opinions at all, I don't have any decisions of my own, everything is given by Lu Qian.Whatever makes him happy.

The chopsticks were thrown into the plate and made a ding sound, "Can you stop thinking about these messes. I said it's fine, and I can't help you if you insist on thinking so." Lu Qian stood up angrily, and turned his chair to Pushed back and wanted to leave.

Someone grabbed the corner of his clothes, and he looked down at Jing Yan's hand, which still had burn marks from the oil star.Their eyes met, he thought that Jing Yan would cry and finally lose his temper.

However, he only pulled it tightly, and it became very loose and light.Jing Yan squeezed out an exaggerated smile, "I'm going to wash the dishes, call me when you have to take a shower, and I'll put hot water for you."

Before he could respond, he rushed into the kitchen with two plates of barely touched dishes. Lu Qian stood in the living room for a while, then walked back to the study and closed the door.He stood behind the door and listened to the movement outside. There was only the sound of water, and there was no other sound.

When the hour hand passed ten o'clock, Lu Qian closed the computer and opened the door.The lights outside were turned off, and he walked back to the bathroom in the bedroom to take a bath, and the bathtub was filled with moderately warm water.The ground was wet, Jing Yan probably couldn't hear him calling him, so he came in from time to time to measure the water temperature, and added some when it was cold.

He didn't go out until the water was cold, and a small ball swelled up on the bed.Just as Lu Qian lay down, the small ball suddenly moved under the quilt and touched his waist.Lu Qian grabbed his hand subconsciously, but felt that the touch was different.

Jing Yan's whole body stuck to him, touching him with his smooth and flat body as much as possible.It wasn't until Lu Qian put his arms around his waist that he realized that he wasn't wearing anything, just laying on him naked and warm.

The skin under his hands was so smooth and familiar, it took Lu Qian a lot of self-control to refrain from touching other places.He wanted to lift Jing Yan up a little bit, but Jing Yan clasped his waist tightly, his hands were red from strangulation.

"Don't you want me? We haven't done it for a long time..." He didn't know where he learned it, and his leg rubbed against Lu Qian's body.Lu Qian tensed up to grab his troublesome foot, but unexpectedly touched his upturned buttocks first.There trembled twice in his hand, Jing Yan kissed Lu Qian's neck, and slid his hand along the hem of the pajamas, making a seductive moan while kissing.

Lu Qian pushed him away violently, and the boy fell into the quilt, looking up at the ceiling.There were two lights on beside the bed, and he was just so naked on the bed.Lu Qian threw the quilt on him, "Aren't you... sleep by yourself." With anger in his tone, he opened the door and went to the small room.

You want to say that I am not crazy.Jing Yan looked up and thought about his unfinished sentence.It was too late for her naked body to feel the cold now.He didn't want to put on the quilt, and he felt that the quilt couldn't protect him from the cold.

There is nothing shameful about taking off your clothes in front of Lu Qian, and there is nothing shameful about being scolded. It turns out that it is shameful to be pushed aside by your lover and treat your courtship like a crazy person.

But the shame is nothing compared to the pain.If you like it, I'd do more to please you than that.

What did he do wrong, no one gave him an answer, as if there was no lighthouse on the sea, and he had no way of knowing which direction to go home from.

The body was in contact with the cold quilt, but Jing Yan felt like being roasted by fire, like a sacrificial offering.But I am not even a sacrifice, I sent myself to him, but he said I am not qualified, that I am not worthy.