Xingchuan

This sudden kiss was continuous and lingering, the kiss made Ling Yi's limbs weak, almost turning into a puddle of water in the quilt.At that moment, he forgot about his wallet and his mother, and all his perceptions were only Xingchuan and the breath Xingchuandu gave him.

Time also suddenly stopped.

Maybe it took a long time, maybe just ten seconds, Li Xingchuan lifted the quilt and was still panting, his eyes fixed on Ling Yi.Ling Yi's mouth turned red from his kiss, and her face was no longer as pale as before, a faint red smear on it was very beautiful.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say, Ling Yi said bluntly and softly: "Your lips are so cold."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the corner of his mouth.

Li Xingchuan acted nonchalantly: "I'm leaving."

"Oh." Ling Yi tilted her head, her face burning like fire.When someone was almost at the door, he stopped shouting: "Xingchuan!"

Li Xingchuan turned around, expressionless.

Only then did Ling Yi move his eyes slightly, looking at his hand holding the doorknob: "I'm going to stay in the hospital for a few days, and I won't be able to go back to Linjiang in the third year of junior high school. Be careful when you go back and drive. Let's talk on the phone at night. How about ten o'clock? If you can’t pick up something, just send me a text message.”

Li Xingchuan stood there without looking at him, just nodded slightly, and then walked out.

Click——

The door is closed tightly.

After standing still for three seconds, Ling Yi began to emit a long and thin excited syllable from his throat.He pulled the quilt to cover his head, shutting out all the sounds inside, and he didn't know how to vent the excess joy in his body.

That's the official kiss.Although it was late, Xingchuan was very involved in kissing, and it was by no means perfunctory.Ling Yi felt her heart was about to jump out of her mouth, and then jumped out of the window to follow Xingchuan back to Linjiang.

Before going crazy for too long, the door was pushed open.

It was Yang Bin who got the news and came here.

His expression suddenly turned cold.

"It's strange," Yang Bin asked in the first sentence without asking how he was doing, "Why did I seem to see Li Xingchuan just now? He's here? Could it be that he came to see you?"

"No, no one has been here." Ling Yi narrowed her eyes.

After staring at him for a while, Yang Bin walked to the window and looked at the sidewalk, just in time to see a tall and proud figure striding away, who is it not Li Xingchuan?

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From upstairs to downstairs, Li Xingchuan remained calm all the way until he got on his motorcycle and put on his helmet.

His expression cannot be seen from the outside.

He covered the fender in front of him, and then just stopped there, his hands gripping the handlebars extremely tightly.

The cold winter wind blows over the neck, and the pores absorb the coolness, like the touch of a kiss.The circling fallen leaves are gentle and soft, and the sunshine is beautiful and quiet, like Ling Yi.

Everywhere is you, everywhere is not you.

After a long while, he touched the back of his neck restlessly, and walked away with a sullen face.

I rushed back to Linjiang that day, and it was almost evening when I got home.After eating, washing off the dust all over her body, and going out to get a haircut, she finally recovered from the stamina of kissing Ling Yi.

The phone rang at night. For the first time, he was drawing a model with headphones on, but he didn't answer it.During the second time, I took off the earphones and connected them leisurely.

"What are you doing?" The voice was very low, probably afraid of being discovered.

"Draw a picture."

"Is it the tutor's private work?"

"Bi She." Li Xingchuan sneered, "I thought everyone was like you."

There was a little silence over there, probably rebelling against tyranny in my heart.Li Xingchuan also locked the screen of the computer, took off his shoes and sat on the bed, with one leg straight and the other bent.

Beating Xiao Li hurt him a little, and the room left for him was always the best, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a small balcony.

The backpack is on the table next to it.

Turning his head, he saw the moonlight and the amulet like a veil, and at the same time heard Ling Yi's slightly sluggish voice, "Xingchuan, are you listening?"

The mood doesn't seem right.

"The wound hurts?" Li Xingchuan whispered.

"No, the wound is okay, I have something to tell you."

Li Xingchuan swung the amulet with his hand: "Say."

"Yang Bin saw you when you left in the morning, and he didn't believe me when I said it wasn't you."

"so what."

"Do you think he will tell my dad and your mom?"

The clock on the wall is ticking, and the child next door is practicing the violin hard, and irritability grows in my heart.

Li Xingchuan asked, "Afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that one thing more is worse than one thing less, what do you think?"

"So what are you going to do less?"

Hearing that his tone was not kind, Ling Yi remained silent for a while without making a sound.

"Speak." Li Xingchuan switched legs and bent, with the newly cut prickly head piercing the back of his neck.

"I didn't think about it either."

The screen saver of the desktop computer is changed every few seconds, it is a picture that Ling Yi saved in his computer before.During the period of silence, Li Xingchuan looked at the screen and knew the order by heart.

He said coldly, "I think for you."

"Ok?"

"See you less in the future."

Ling Yi's voice straightened slightly: "That's not what I meant."

"That's what I mean."

The wind suddenly picked up outside, flapping the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.Ling Yi softly called out his name, and retracted into her body.

Li Xingchuan asked him, "How much money do you need to go abroad?"

He was silent.

"If it's not enough, you might as well talk to me, and I'll make up for what's missing."

"Need not……"

"Why don't you use it?" Li Xingchuan said, "Since you are so afraid of Yang Bin, you might as well escape abroad and start your new life."

The clock on the wall suddenly slowed down for some reason, and Li Xingchuan's breathing became a little short.

But Ling Yi couldn't even hear her breathing.

It took a long time before he admitted his mistake very slightly: "I won't mention it in the future."

The voice hangs down all the way, like a weeping willow bent over.

Li Xingchuan turned over and got out of bed, standing straight in the middle of the room, with a dark face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Tell me, why don't you mention it."

"Xingchuan, actually I'm not really afraid of Yang Bin, I'm used to it." Ling Yi's voice was dry, "I'm used to being afraid of him. When I was young, he was stronger than me, but when I grew up, he threatened me with my mother. I can't help it, so I'm afraid I'll get used to it, do you understand?"

Li Xingchuan frowned: "You won't change after getting used to it?"

"I'm changing, really. Give me some more time, and when I'm completely independent, I won't be afraid of him anymore."

There was constant noise on the phone, but every word he spoke was clear.Ling Yi is like this, seemingly weak, but there is absolute tenacity inside, like a bush of thorns growing from the cracks in the bones.

Li Xingchuan's tense shoulders loosened: "I'm afraid of this and that all day long, I really don't know what you think, what are you afraid of when I'm here?"

Those who speak have no intentions, but those who listen are like winning a lottery.

Ling Yi's nasal voice was muffled and happy: "Then I'm afraid, unless you are always by my side."

"I really admire you." Li Xingchuan, who was in love, also felt a little edgy, "Has the fever gone?"

"Retired, 36 degrees 5, but a little diarrhea."

"I caught a cold."

"It's not that I've caught a cold, you clearly know it."

Li Xingchuan said awkwardly at this moment: "I don't know."

Ling Yi didn't force him, just smiled and said softly: "Did you see the scar on my stomach last night, it's so ugly, isn't it?"

It was left over from the liver donation operation, but the lights were not turned on last night, so Li Xingchuan didn't even notice it.

At that time who will pay attention to that.

"Did not notice."

"How is it possible, you have touched it with your hands." Ling Yi's voice was locked under the quilt, and she knew that others could not hear these words.

"When the wound heals this time, I want to remove the scar."

At this time, Li Xingchuan had already returned to the bed and sat, with his elbows resting loosely on his bent knees, and he replied unhurriedly: "There is nothing to fix."

"It's so ugly, don't you care?"

"You're so ugly, why do you still care about scars?"

Ling Yi was speechless: "...Okay."

Li Xingchuan's liver and qi are smooth.

"I'll be discharged from the hospital someday."

"In another four or five days, the doctor said that we still need to observe. If I'm not by your side, will you miss me?"

"..."

"What do you mean by not answering?"

"Why do you talk so much?"

Ling Yi fluttered: "I became angry from embarrassment."

After this sentence, the two of them tacitly stopped being nasty.

The phone porridge has been on the boil for more than half an hour, and the phone is hot after hanging up.

Not long after, Xie Siyun actually took over the call: "Who are you talking to? After talking for so long, I called twice and the line was busy."

Li Xingchuan leaned against the head of the bed and said calmly, "Who else can we be with except him?"

I don't know when, the word "he" in Xingchuan's mouth refers to Ling Yi, and everyone in their dormitory knows it.

"It's almost done, isn't it just a relationship, don't stimulate me all day long."

Li Xingchuan straightened his hair as if nothing happened, "I told you because you asked me."

"...I don't need to ask. I don't want to talk to you. Where are you now, in Linjiang?"

"Ah."

"It's fine in Linjiang. Two days ago, my friend promoted a drama for me, and it's done. It just so happens that Lao Yi has also finished his postgraduate entrance examination. I plan to invite some of the dormitory to have a meal."

Lao Yi is the head of their dormitory. He loves to write modern poems.

"Did you get the money?" Li Xingchuan asked.

"It's not that fast, but a 20% advance payment has been made, and people know how to be sympathetic to me as a poor self-employed."

"Look carefully at the contract, don't let people deceive you."

"As long as you are cautious, I'm not stupid, okay. You choose where to eat, and the time is next Friday night, how about it?"

"I do not mind."

"I know you can't give me any advice." Xie Siyun was in a good mood, "By the way, call Ling Yi over then, anyway, he knows everyone in our dormitory."

"What to tell him."

"You have been with someone for so long, what's wrong with giving us a formal introduction? Besides, Lao Yi also has a wife, and you are not the only one, so there is nothing to be coddled about."

Li Xingchuan thought for a while, then took his hands off his knees: "Not next Friday, others are uncomfortable."

"what happened?"

"sick."

"Then later? Or just on the weekend of the first week of school, and ask him if he's free."

"He might have to work."

"I said, you are a son of an official and a rich second generation. Can you stop letting your wife work and study outside every day? I can't stand it anymore."

"Don't watch if you can't stand it."

Hanging up the phone quickly, Li Xingchuan continued to finish the drawing.

It was very late to send a message to Ling Yi: "On the first weekend of school, make time."

Unexpectedly, Ling Yi replied vaguely, "What are you doing, a date?"

The whispering voice made Li Xingchuan's throat tighten.

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