Late ripening

The school arranged a one-person apartment for the teachers hired from outside. It was in the nearby family building. Most of them lived in retired old professors. The rest time was early. When the car drove downstairs, only the street lights were still on in the community. .

The two of them walked to the fourth floor, and Song Bo opened the door. "One bedroom and one living room, the room is not big. But there is a sofa bed..."

Jing Yan quickly said that he could just sleep on the sofa, and Song Bo smiled, "I didn't change the sheets, so I guess you don't want to sleep on it either. The sofas are all new, so it's okay to lie on for a night, right?"

He found a new pair of slippers and came out, Jing Yan changed into them and sat down in the living room.The room is indeed small, but Song Bo is very clean, and all the items are placed where they should be. There are a few clothes hanging on the small balcony, and they are even arranged by color.

Jing Yan was deeply impressed by Song Bo's obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he sat on the chair well-behaved and dared not touch other places.

Song Bo came out of the kitchen with two glasses of water, "Want some supper? Or warm you a cup of milk?" Jing Yan quickly shook his head, busy for a while, the two of them sat in the living room, as if they had nothing to say.

He said he was his teacher, but he had an additional relationship and a little more familiarity than the teacher.You can barely count yourself as a friend, right?Although Jing Yan is often confused about his attitude towards him, he can always feel that there is no malice.

After a while of silence, Song Bo's cell phone rang twice.He picked it up, glanced at it, then put it down, and suddenly leaned against the back of the chair, showing a very relaxed expression.

"Lu Qian, is he still waiting for you downstairs in your dormitory every morning and evening?" Jing Yan was a little surprised when he suddenly brought up this topic.

"Yao Yihang told you?" He avoided answering, Song Bo shrugged his shoulders, "No, I met him downstairs once when I took you back. Didn't he tell you?"

Jing Yan shook his head in a daze, and his face became a little hot. It's kind of embarrassing for a teacher who knows to encounter such a thing as an ex-boyfriend to say it lightly.

"It's nothing, I just said hello." Song Bo skipped the point and asked a question that he should not have asked. "Do you still like him?"

The water glass in his hand was squeezed tightly, and Jing Yan entered a state of high alert.He doesn't like other people's inexplicable questioning and prying, and he doesn't think this is something Song Bo should care about.

He tried his best to keep quiet, and Song Bo didn't speak either.But after a while he nonchalantly started talking about something else.

"Actually, when I first found out about you, I thought you were an annoying kid. You were cowardly, timid, and didn't have any ideas or attitudes of your own."

Song Bo stood up and walked around, leaning against the small window sill and looking outside. "Later, I found out that I might have been wrong. You are quite assertive. Although you are weak, you are not cowardly. The only shortcoming is that you are a bit weak."

He pointed to his head, "If you know the reason for death, you will never let it go. If you don't know how to work around it, you won't leave until someone breaks your arm."

"Now that your arm is connected, that person will come to pull you again, and you still have to hand him your hand?"

Jing Yan raised his head, "What exactly do you want to say?" Song Bo was uncharacteristically today, always saying some obscure things that he didn't know how to say.

Song Bo found that he also had a day when he couldn't speak.If you want, I can lead you to a new life.But Song Bo didn't speak, he walked back and reached out to touch Jing Yan's earlobe, which was thin and soft.

Jing Yan pushed away in reaction, and looked at him in astonishment.

Song Bo felt that there was no need to talk about some things, so he went to the window sill and closed the curtains, and went to the door to turn off the light.

"What are you doing?" Jing Yan held the phone and bag in his hands, ready to leave at any time.The room was very dark, but there was a weird ambiguity, and he hated being in such an environment.

However, Song Bo didn't do anything, staring out the window, "Are you going down to find him?"

"What..." Jing Yan loosened his hand, not understanding what he meant.

Song Bo's tone seemed to hide a smile, "Lu Qian has been downstairs for a long time." Jing Yan was stunned, and walked to the window.

The curtains fluttered, and the lights in the room were turned off, so the people below could not see what was going on upstairs.But Jing Yan could see clearly that there was a car downstairs that he had never seen before, the headlights were on, and the interior lights were also on.

Lu Qian leaned against the car door and looked towards the building, Jing Yan stepped back a little, afraid that he would really see him.

"He threatened Yao Yihang to call the police if he didn't tell him where you went, and he didn't know how to find me." Song Bo looked at Lu Qian with interest as an outsider, as if he thought it was quite interesting.

Jing Yan turned his head and didn't want to look at it, but felt that Lu Qian's gaze really shot through the wall and shot at him.Song Bo looked at it for a while and then looked away.

He admits that he likes Jing Yan somewhat, but it doesn't matter whether he likes to say it or not.He doesn't want to be anyone's second choice.

"Would you like to go down and see him?"

But Jing Yan knew that if he went down now, it might not be as simple as just looking at it.He sat back on the sofa, his voice very soft.

"Where is the bathroom, can you find me a new toothbrush by the way?"

Song Bo turned on the small desk lamp, watching him stubbornly go to the bathroom to wash up with a little light, and then come out and lie down on the sofa to sleep.He walked back to the bedroom and closed the door, lamenting how lucky he wasn't such an awkward person as the two of them.

At four o'clock in the morning, Jing Yan finally stopped trying to put himself to sleep, got up and changed his shoes, put on his bag and gently opened the door and went downstairs.

Lu Qian sat in the car with his head resting on his hands, and his upper body lay motionless on the steering wheel.Jing Yan walked over and knocked on the car door.

Lu Qian raised his head and saw that it was him, without showing the anger or joy Jing Yan imagined.He pushed the door open and walked down, standing in front of Jing Yan.

He no longer remembers how he forced Yao Yihang to ask where Jingyan went, nor how he found a relationship to get to the address of Song Bo's dormitory, or even how he drove the car all the way to park downstairs.

If it was him in the past, he would have rushed upstairs to arrest Jing Yan and take him away.But now he doesn't have this right, in Jing Yan's place, he is no longer an important person.

He saw the lights go out upstairs, and he couldn't help imagining all kinds of terrible situations in his head.So he kept smoking in an attempt to numb himself until he ran out of cigarettes, and his body, which had not rested for almost two days and nights, began to become dull and weak.

Jing Yan was standing in front of him, he should have tied him up and packed him up and brought him home, but he moved his fingers and spoke in an extremely hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Why did you block me again?"

Jing Yan didn't expect his first sentence to be this, and subconsciously wanted to say that he didn't.Probably because Liang Shiyu played with his mobile phone yesterday to fight for him.But Jing Yan didn't want to explain, so he just stood there without making a sound.

Lu Qian's eyes were red, and his body was not as stiff as his own. "Why can't you go back to the dormitory and would rather find him than tell me, do you have such a good relationship with him?" He looked at the other party, wanting Jing Yan to see clearly how he spent the night.

Lu Qian couldn't stand this, felt like he was on the verge of collapse, and had to grab something.

He grabbed Jing Yan's shoulder.But Jing Yan looked indifferent, as if to say that all of this was done voluntarily by you, if not for you, maybe I can sleep peacefully upstairs now.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to understand something, "You come down now, you actually saw me last night, didn't you? You don't want me to accompany you even if you stay at someone else's house, do you?"

He seemed to squeeze Jing Yan with the last bit of strength in his body, trying to hold him tightly.But he was afraid of hurting him, but Jing Yan felt that he didn't have much strength at all, and there were blue veins on the back of his hand, but the strength was surprisingly light.

"Forget it." Lu Qian suddenly lost the strength to take his hand away, Jing Yan didn't know why he was startled, a little afraid of what he was going to say next.

"Go and rest in the car, I'll take you back later." He opened the door of the back seat, and there was a big smell of cigarettes in the car.Lu Qian walked away by himself, Jing Yan paused, climbed up and lay down.

In fact, I don't have to be so bad to you, and I don't have to see your blood and tears to balance my heart.Jing Yan curled up on the back seat, his arms tightly clasped around himself.

He was just timid, had suffered enough, and didn't want to take another step forward.He knew how hurtful and effective this method was. If he could force Lu Qian back, he would be willing to be that villain.

Does it work now?Lu Qian showed such a tired and painful expression just now, but he didn't say any words of comfort, didn't give him a look, and he finally stopped smiling at himself reluctantly.

He closed his eyes tightly, not letting any emotion leak out.Then he heard the door next to him open, and Lu Qian got in, lifted his upper body slightly, and let him lie on his lap.

"I know you're not asleep, so you don't need to talk to me." Lu Qian put his coat over Jing Yan's body. Even in summer, the air conditioner in the car could easily catch him cold.

"Did I scare you just now? I'm not angry with you, and I won't be in the future. But don't run away like last night, okay? You are so soft-hearted to everyone, so give me some OK?"

He listened to Jing Yan's deliberately adjusted regular breathing, and his voice was gentle. "The problem between us, let's solve it by ourselves. I'm willing to wait for you as long as I want. But don't bring others in, like that," he paused, with a humble and vulnerable tone in his tone. "I can't stand that."

After he finished speaking, he patted Jing Yan's head little by little, enjoying the hard-won opportunity to touch him.

"Don't block me anymore, and don't hide from me. I'll take you back to the dormitory in a while. As long as you lie down like this and don't struggle, I will take it as your consent."

With cold fingers, Lu Qian reached into Jing Yan's hair to straighten him, like stroking a cat with love.

He was so cunning that he didn't even give him a chance to resist, Jing Yan gradually felt sleepy under his touch, until he fell into a deep sleep.