sweet kiss bitter summer

I don't know what Tan Chen was thinking, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Liang Luo'an thought that he was not interested in the topic of lemon trees, so he tugged on the hem of his clothes awkwardly, and changed the subject abruptly: "The taste of canned hawthorn should be pretty good, you can try it."

"You don't like to eat, so you brought it as a gift."

Tan Chen looked at him a little funny.

Liang Luo'an felt a guilty conscience of being exposed. He didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. He hurriedly found a reason that sounded righteous: "I also gave it to other colleagues in the office, and everyone said they liked it."

He was worried that Tan Chen would not believe it, so he added palely and sincerely: "It's true."

Tan Chen looked at Liang Luo'an, Liang Luo'an wasn't sure if he was persuaded by him.

He was silent for a while, and asked Liang Luo'an casually: "Why did you change the hawthorn tree at home? You don't like hawthorn."

The question was brought back to the original point by Tan Chen.

Liang Luo'an frowned in embarrassment, stopped talking, and lowered his head sullenly.

The answer gradually emerged in his mind, but Liang Luo'an didn't want to answer.

He thought a little dejectedly, Tan Chen is so smart, how come he doesn't understand the principle of seeing things and thinking about people, and that things are right and people are wrong.

The lemon tree at home died, and it was not impossible to replant another one, but Liang Luoan was unwilling.

Because even if another tree is planted, it will not be the same tree after all, the lemons on the tree will not become sweet in the kiss between him and Tan Chen, and there will not be him and Tan Chen hugging in the shadow of the leaves.

Liang Luo'an does not agree with "meeting is worse than missing", he thinks that if you can't meet, it's better to pretend that you have nothing to miss, and maybe it will be more self-deceiving to feel better.

Decided to plant a whitewashed hawthorn tree, to hide something that didn't go his way.

For example, he likes the lemon tree, but the lemon tree still dies inexplicably at some point.

Another example, he likes Tan Chen, but Tan Chen still leaves him.

Liang Luo'an's thoughts continued very slowly, and he didn't have time to think of any more uncomfortable things, so his expression didn't seem to fluctuate, while Tan Chen just stood aside, habitually watching him silently in a daze.

At this time, Li Yun suddenly pushed the door open and came in.

She didn't find the post-it note she had written outside, so she took a new heart-shaped sticker and a fountain pen, and prepared to write a new one.

This kind of behavior similar to high school girls writing love letters can barely be regarded as a surprise, and it should be done behind the scenes, so when seeing Tan Chen also standing in the tea room, Li Yun froze in embarrassment.

She tried to confirm the situation to Liang Luoan with her eyes, but Liang Luoan obviously didn't notice it.

He stood under the cold air outlet of the central air conditioner, hugging his arms as if shivering from the cold, revealing the fluorescent pink heart-shaped sticker stuck behind his elbow.

"Hey, here it is."

Li Yun's eyes lit up, walked over and took off the note from behind Liang Luo'an's elbow, as if shy, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his eyes bent into crescents, generously and obediently expressed concern to Tan Chen again on behalf of the working group .

Li Yun was always smart and good at talking, much more flattering than Liang Luoan's pale and perfunctory rhetoric.

Liang Luo'an stood aside, listening with embarrassment, like a small character in a stage play who is not likable and has no lines.

"Every colleague left a message for Supervisor Tan."

Li Yunshun stuck the sticky note in his hand to his chestnut kernel packaging bag, and said beautiful words with his beautiful mouth: "I wish Director Tan a speedy recovery."

"Everyone is working hard, thank you."

Tan Chen thanked Li Yun again with a polite smile, took Li Yun's gift, looked at the post-it note on it, and asked, "Everyone wrote it?" "Yes."

Li Yun answered cheerfully.

Liang Luo'an opened his mouth, then pursed it again, hesitant to speak but stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tan Chen put the things Li Yun sent back on the table, and his hand fell on the cap of the canned hawthorn, his slender and sharp knuckles were bent, and he tapped on the cap with his fingertips.

The smooth body of the can was like a blank answer sheet. Following the rhythm of Tan Chen's silent tapping of his fingers, he casually asked Liang Luo'an why there was an exception here.

"That... Li Yun."

Liang Luo'an spoke hesitantly, and asked in a low voice, "Can you lend me a note?" "Oh, yes, of course."

Li Yun smiled, seeming to understand Liang Luo'an's intentions, and teased him: "So there is another fish that slipped through the net."

"Thank you."

Liang Luo'an took the sticky note from Li Yun, thanked him dully, stood on the edge of the coffee table, his back was bent like a shrimp, his ears were red as if he had been boiled, and he was holding a pen to prepare for on-site remedy.

He is a little blank now.

Probably because he always copied Tan Chen's homework when he was in school, so when there are ready-made answers close at hand, his brain will stop functioning.

But the current situation is tantamount to the marking teacher standing in front of him, he must not blatantly copy.

So he was unable to start writing what could have been accomplished by simply writing a sentence of "get well soon".

He heard Tan Chen say: "Li Yun, go back to work if you have nothing to do, thank you for your kindness on my behalf."

Li Yun replied sweetly, and after the door hinge of the tea room turned, the air in the room became quiet.

Tan Chen stood beside him, keeping a polite and appropriate social distance from Liang Luoan, but because there were only the two of them, Liang Luoan could still hear Tan Chen's breathing clearly, giving birth to a feeling that he and himself had never been together. The illusion of proximity.

Liang Luo'an's palms began to sweat a little, the pen holder was squeezed and loosened in his hand, and then squeezed tightly again, trembling slightly.

Tan Chen suddenly asked him softly, "Is it so difficult?" His tone was very sincere, without the slightest hint of ridicule. Instead, he seemed to ask Liang Luoan if it was difficult. If so, he would even Might be willing to help a little bit.

Liang Luo'an understood it this way, but he still didn't have the courage to ask Tan Chen for help.

After all, in the past, when Tan Chen taught himself math problems over and over again, he seemed very tireless and tireless.

But at the end, Tan Chen still said that he was very tired, he was very tired.

Liang Luo'an bent over, buried his head in silence, Tan Chen just looked down at him, as if he was stubbornly waiting for an answer, or cared about the content that had not yet appeared on the note.

Silence is like a protracted confrontation, without swords and halberds facing each other, it is just exhausting in vain.

After a long stalemate, it was Tan Chen who gave up first, and told Liang Luo'an helplessly, "If you have nothing to say to me, just say 'get well soon'."

"Oh well."

Liang Luoan responded quickly as if he had been granted an amnesty, like a not-so-intelligent robot executing instructions, and wrote the words "get well soon" on the sticky note, but because of sweaty palms, the pen holder slipped and the writing was very ugly.

But Tan Chen didn't seem to mind. He took Liang Luoan's post-it note, pinched it in his hand and looked at it for a while, before sticking it to the canned hawthorn bottle, and carefully flattened the warped edge with his fingertips.

"sorry."

Liang Luo'an apologized for his seemingly insincere wishes, and repeated very sincerely, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

"No need to apologize, Luo'an, I should say thank you to you."

Tan Chen showed a small smile, unable to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Because his eyes became very red and wet, and then he said something that Liang Luoan didn't quite understand: "I will try my best to listen to what you say in the future."

The author has something to say: Li Yun: You're welcome!