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Yue Jiayou stood in front of the bed, looking at the call time on the phone screen, unable to calm down for a long time.

He was about to die, when he was chatting with Jing Yan, his mobile phone kept calling Zhong Heng.

In less than a few minutes, they actually called for half an hour.

The call was from Zhong Heng, probably when Jing Yan came to knock on the door, Heng Heng was attracted by the vibration of the phone, jumped up and stepped on it to answer it.

Yue Jiayou patted his hot face, trying to calm himself down and accept the current situation.

Just a few minutes ago, he was still thinking about whether he was driven away by Jing Yan's words, or if he really...has something on his mind for a certain person.

This answer has not yet come to a conclusion, but now, the first question he has to think about may be——

Did Mr. Zhong hear it, and how much did he hear it?

He didn't say anything after calling, so maybe it was a mistake?

After staying for a while, Yue Jiayou calmed down a bit, and first sent a message to Zhong Heng:

[Mr. Zhong, did you call me just now? 】

He had the audacity to plot against the owner, and was guilty of being a thief, so he couldn't help but use honorifics.

Jing Yan was still behind him, seemed very determined, and asked the name in a straightforward manner: "Is it Teacher Zhong?"

Yue Jiayou didn't know whether Jing Yan was asking who was calling, or who he might like, but anyway, it was Zhong Heng, so it was fine.

He nodded: "However, I don't know whether it's liking, habit or dependence."

During this time, he saw Zhong Heng almost every day, and more and more things were related to Zhong Heng.

All along, he has been helpless, even if he puts on the most independent, indifferent and fearless appearance, in his bones, he has always had expectations for "reliable and trustworthy" people.

Yue Jiayou couldn't distinguish this feeling.

Is it because the trustworthy person happens to be Zhong Heng, or is it because of Zhong Heng himself.

"I have known you for two years, and we live in the same dormitory now, and Yu Xi and I have only known each other for more than a month." Jing Yan's voice came from behind: "But I like Yu Xi."

He was answering Yue Jiayou's question, habit and familiarity cannot replace liking.

"Isn't it because Yu Xi is your ideal type?" Yue Jiayou wondered.

Jing Yan seems to be a boy who likes to be soft, kind and dependable.

But he was different. He never thought about the ideal type, and he couldn't recall which type of person he liked.

Zhong Heng's influence on him, the memories left behind, everything is brand new.

In his world, no one can compare with Zhong Heng.

"You think too much." Jing Yan got up from the bay window and walked in front of Yue Jiayou: "There has never been an ideal type."

"Didn't I tell you that the man ten years ago, and his girlfriend proudly showed off, saying that with a few breakfasts, he tricked the monitor into being his errand runner?"

"What happened later? How did you know?" Yue Jiayou was a little surprised.

Jing Yan showed a mocking expression: "He cheated on his girlfriend, that girl told about it, I confessed to my mother in front of the class teacher that I like men, she thought I was sick, and arranged for me to transfer to another school." , trying to take me for electroshock therapy."

In fact, I didn’t try, but actually went. I went to an academy with closed management. I didn’t have a mobile phone and couldn’t contact anyone. If I didn’t admit my mistakes, I had to face “punishment”.

But in the end, after staying in the academy for more than a year, he failed to "cure" his "disease", and instead delayed the college entrance examination for a year.

Jing Shengyun managed to wake up in time, and she didn't go on obsessing over it.

Looking at his expression, Yue Jiayou guessed that Jing Yan still had something to say, and showed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't ask these questions."

He always thought that Jing Yan was naturally taciturn, but now he understands the reason.

I'm also sorry for Yu Xi, who guessed from his first impression that he looked like a scum who played with other people's feelings.

"It's okay, my mother has already given up." Jing Yan glanced at Yue Jiayou: "As for that person, if you hadn't asked me, I would have almost forgotten about it."

It's not pretending to forget, but as I wake up, I gradually realize that I really don't care about that person that much.

Compared with liking, that memory is more like a short and fleeting restlessness when consciousness is awakened, and the instinct suppressed by common sense is looking for a breakthrough.

Jing Yan's phone turned on, and a WeChat came in. He looked down and said, "Yu Xi woke up, he's looking for me, I should go back."

Yue Jiayou asked the last question: "So, liking Yu Xi is not because you like boys, nor is it because Yu Xi fits the look you want?"

"Yue Jiayou, what do you think Yu Xi is like?" Jing Yan stopped in his tracks and asked him back.

"Hmm... very cute, a little fragile, a little clingy, and very frank, like now?"

Yu Xi's family is harmonious and happy, and he grew up loved and loved, which makes him look exquisite and flawless.

If it were me, no matter whether it was inadaptation or fear, I would just stay through the night with my eyes open and not reveal a word.

Jing Yan put down the phone that had finished replying to the message, and raised her head: "In my opinion, Yu Xi is very serious and hardworking. I have felt so since the first time I saw him. He was obviously terrified, so he followed along while crying." You dance the theme song."

From that day on, he has been paying attention to Yu Xi's every move.

"Also, you misunderstood. He came to my room to find me for dancing practice. He was very worried about dragging his teammates down, so he fell asleep when he was tired from dancing."

"The Yu Xi in my eyes doesn't look like anyone else, nor is it the Yu Xi you think."

What he likes is the quiet but powerful, talented teenager.

Yue Jia realized that she had indeed misunderstood.

In other words, he has never observed Yu Xi seriously, and can only summarize it with a few simple impressions.

"Yue Jiayou, what about Zhong Heng in your eyes, is he the same as Zhong Heng in others' eyes?"

Yue Jiayou froze for a moment, Jing Yan had already opened the door, and did not wait for Yue Jiayou to answer the question.

Seeing that Jing Yan was about to leave, Yue Jiayou took a step after him: "I think..."

"We have known each other for more than two years. This is the first time I really know you. Thank you very much tonight."

Yue Jiayou patted Jing Yan on the shoulder: "Brother will assist you in the future!"

"No need, you should think about your own problems." Jing Yan didn't appreciate it.

He has to wait another two years for Yu Xi to come of age, so there is no rush.

Jing Yan walked out, Yue Jiayou calmed down, and looked at the phone again, but Zhong Heng didn't reply, it seemed that he accidentally bumped into the call while he was busy with work.

That's all right.

Yue Jiayou got back under the quilt and began to think about the question Jing Yan asked him.

What does Zhong Heng look like in his eyes.

Occasionally, I am a little annoying, always controlling myself to steal what I can’t eat, to drink carbonated drinks, and like to force myself to eat broccoli that I don’t like, saying it is good for my stomach.

But in fact, Zhong Heng himself is also picky about eating, but because the family's financial power is in his hands, he just doesn't buy onions and coriander that he doesn't eat.

Gotta talk to him next time, it's not fair that he eats broccoli when he eats cilantro.

But sometimes he is very handsome, but he actually has a sense of justice. He doesn't hesitate when he says he wants to help Fang Fang, but he always arranges things before saying that he has already arranged things, just like today.

You still have to praise him for this, and when he comes back, you must praise him face to face.

People say that Zhong Heng is a walking hanger, and he looks handsome in sacks, but he is really too young. The clothes Zhong Heng wears, even ordinary white shirts, are all tailor-made and hand-made. If it doesn’t fit, what else can it fit?

Yue Jiayou thought for a while, and found that he couldn't sum up a few words that could describe Zhong Heng like he could sum up Yu Xi.

All he could think of were specific and trivial things.

What is certain is that no one else knows these things.

He was satisfied with this little secret thought, and while thinking about what else Zhong Heng knew only he knew, he couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because of Zhong Heng's absence, he didn't sleep well, and started dreaming as soon as he fell asleep.

Zhong Heng appeared in his dream.

The man's three-dimensional facial features are hidden in the darkness.

He was walking towards the dark night, Yue Jiayou couldn't help but follow him into the night.

He took a few steps closer, until he walked into the darkness, only to realize that even in his dream, he was night blind.

Darkness suddenly enveloped him, and he lost all direction in an instant.

A pair of warm hands stretched out, followed by his chest, Yue Jiayou was half embraced by him, and he walked towards the hazy light source bit by bit.

The closer he was to the light, the closer Zhong Heng seemed to stick to himself. When he was about to step out of the darkness, he felt that he was almost completely shackled in Zhong Heng's arms.

"Ding." The WeChat rang.

Yue Jiayou woke up from the drowsy drowsiness, as if he had brought out the heat of the dream, and even sweated all over his back, as if he had been scalded by Zhong Heng's body temperature in the dream.

He lifted the quilt, swallowed, covered his instantly flushed face with his hands, and found that even the palms of his hands were hot.

It may be that the heating is turned up, or it may be that Jing Yan said something, and it may be that there are some dreams that should not be had in winter, and some reactions that should not be had.

Yue Jiayou silently found an excuse for himself, got up, took a new set of pajamas and underwear, and went to take a bath again.

When he was about to enter the bathroom, he suddenly changed his focus, secretly went out with his pajamas in his arms, and walked towards Zhong Heng's bedroom.

"Yue Yue, what are you doing? Teacher Zhong isn't at home, what are you doing in his bedroom?" Zhuo Yize's room didn't have a bathroom, and he drank too much water. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he happened to meet Yue Jiayou.

Yue Jiayou didn't speak, but froze in place, red from head to toe, clutching his pajamas tightly.

He himself didn't know what he was thinking.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yize was so sleepy that he didn't talk nonsense with him, and turned around and went into the bathroom in the corridor.

Yue Jiayou breathed a sigh of relief, and slipped into Zhong Heng's bedroom.

He used Zhong Heng's bathroom.

The body wash has also been replaced with a citrus-flavored, fresh, natural and relaxing scent.

Yue Jiayou took a bath again in comfort, washed off the sticky sweat all over his body, and by the way, guilty of guilt, he immediately washed his underwear and let them hang out.

Putting on his pajamas, Yue Jiayou hesitated for a moment, and simply got into Zhong Heng's quilt.

Yue Jiayou pulled up the quilt and took a deep breath. It seems that the cleaning aunt took it to bask in the sun today. It smells good and is fluffy, but it seems that something is missing.

He was completely unaware of what he wanted to smell.

After lying flat, Yue Jiayou finally remembered to take a look at the WeChat message he had just received.

The WeChat that woke him up came from Zhong Heng, and it took a long time for Zhong Heng to reply him.

[Accidentally bumped into it while working. 】

It was almost the same as Yue Jiayou's guess.

Zhong Heng's mobile phone should be connected to the Bluetooth headset all the time. Since he touched it by mistake while working, he probably put the headset aside while discussing work.

It seemed he heard nothing.

Yue Jiayou should have been thankful that Zhong Heng didn't hear the conversation between him and Jing Yan, but at this moment he suddenly felt a little lost.

He glanced at the time, it was two forty in the morning.

It was too late to bother him.

but--

He couldn't help but edited WeChat:

[Well, heh, he picked it up, wasting traffic, and hit him back. 】

Zhong Heng will probably wake up earlier than himself tomorrow morning, and he should be able to see Zhong Heng's reply when he wakes up.

Over there, the man who was still reading the contract picked up his phone and replied with the corner of his mouth hooked:

[Stop the can. 】

When Yue Jiayou entered the dormitory and was out of sight, reward him with canned food.

Holding the phone, Yue Jiayou excitedly clicked on it, just four words.

He looked at it over and over for a while, and was very dissatisfied with Zhong Heng's cherishing words like gold.

He was patronizing dissatisfaction, but he didn't think about how much he wanted to say behind these four words when he could reply in seconds at [-]:[-] in the morning.

Zhong Heng didn't say anything, but he still had something to say.

Yue Jiayou remembered the embarrassment of waking up sweaty from his sleep just now, and couldn't help but quietly act like a baby to the person on the other end of the phone.

[The heating at home is turned on too high, and I'm sweating all over in sleep. I've been dreaming, and I can't fall asleep no matter what. 】

He didn't realize until after posting that the words were rambling and meaningless, so he quickly added:

【However, I just took a shower again and was going to sleep. I should be able to fall asleep this time. 】

Before clicking send, a video request was initiated over there.

Yue Jiayou subconsciously clicked to answer, and then his brain exploded, the hand holding the phone was unsteady, and the phone fell on his face lying on his back.

"Hiss—pain!"

It's over, he's still in Zhong Heng's bedroom.

To be precise, it was in Zhong Heng's quilt, on Zhong Heng's pillow.

Yue Jiayou didn't care about his face, he quickly picked up his phone to cover the camera, and bounced with a stride, to the blank wall.

"You..." On the other end of the phone, there was a voice with a faint smile: "There is a sleep spray next to the pillow, if you can't sleep, you can spray it."

It was over, and it was still seen.

Yue Jiayou didn't dare to say anything.

"If the quilt is thick, there is a thin one on the third shelf under the cabinet."

"Well...it's not hot anymore..." Yue Jiayou's voice was extremely low, he was not hot anymore, but his mind was already on the verge of boiling.

"Does your nose hurt?"

Yue Jiayou nodded aggrieved, the pain really hurt.

"Come here, blow to you."

It's too naive, saying this over the phone, is this a TV series line?

However, by coincidence, Yue Jiayou subconsciously brought his face closer to the camera while complaining inwardly.

Yue Jiayou thought he would hear the sound of airflow, but no sound came from the microphone.

He thought, anyway, Zhong Heng still needs to show some face, and I'm sorry to really brag about it over the phone.

In a northern city [-] kilometers away from Jingcheng, someone left the screen with thin lips and picked up the document he was looking at again, as if nothing had happened:

"wait for my return."

Yue Jiayou was completely ignorant of the aggressive behavior over there, and answered honestly:

"come back earlier."