Little crying bag always wants to tag me

It rained a little on the weekend, and there were not many people in the cemetery.

Yiling squatted down, put the lily in his hand in front of the tombstone, looked up at the woman on the stone tablet, she smiled happily.

This photo was chosen by Yi Ling herself, and it was the best photo her mother took during her lifetime.

Qin Zhiyao stood behind Yiling holding an umbrella and didn't speak for a while.

Yiling stood up and looked up at Qin Zhiyao: "It's hard to come here, why don't you say something?"

"What are you talking about? No one is here anymore, should you tell Shitou?" Qin Zhiyao shrugged: "Don't forget that your mother is engaged in scientific research and doesn't believe in supernatural beings."

Yiling smiled, noncommittal.

"I feel much more at ease when I come here." Qin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief: "I've been completing her project on behalf of your mother all these years. Only after the project is over, I have the face to come back to see her."

Qin Zhiyao took out a stack of reports and placed them in front of the woman's tomb.

The white paper was wet by the rain in no time, and the printed black ink gradually smudged. The man whispered: "Teacher, I didn't let you down."

When coming out of the cemetery, the rain gradually stopped, Qin Zhiyao opened the co-pilot's door, and said to Yi Ling, "Have a meal together?"

Yiling paused: "I still have papers to write, and I have to hand in the self-study class at night."

"Come on, you," Qin Zhiyao leaned against the car door and smiled, "You still go to self-study? It's not bad if you don't skip class."

Yiling's face darkened: "How do you know?"

"How often do you and your grandfather call, and I know what you talked about every time," Qin Yao shrugged: "When people get old, they like to talk about their own family affairs. Others don't like to hear him talk about these things, so he can only talk about it. Follow me."

Yiling snorted, and sat in the car with a dark face.

The place to eat is a private restaurant. Qin Zhiyao prefers Chinese food. When he was in school, his favorite was Yiling's mother's cooking.

Qin Zhiyao took a sip of the fish soup and frowned: "It's not as good as your mother's stew. Putting too much food will dilute the freshness of the fish."

"You're used to it!" Yi Ling glanced at him: "Why don't you invite my mother back from the sky to cook for you alone?"

"That's not necessary," Qin Zhiyao crossed his hands: "I heard from your grandfather that you lived by yourself all these years, and you did all the cleaning and eating by yourself."

"En," Yiling sipped the soup and said vaguely, "I don't like having outsiders at home, what's the matter?"

"Very good," Qin Zhiyao nodded to himself: "Why don't we go directly to your house to eat next time?"

Yi Ling sneered: "The abacus is really good."

"You agree?"

"You have a good idea, but you don't have time."

Qin Zhiyao smiled, as expected.

"I've read your application for admission, and it should pass without any accidents. If so, you will be my student in the future." Qin Zhiyao tilted his head slightly: "Aren't you considering bribing your future teacher with a meal? "

"Don't think about it, if you give me small shoes, I will report you." Yiling grinned: "I am also a young master of a privileged class, right, a wage earner?"

Qin Zhiyao laughed twice, nodded: "Yes, very smart."

Yiling raised his eyebrows, lowered his head to eat, Qin Zhiyao finished laughing, and said in a serious voice: "After you go to England, where do you plan to live? Your grandfather's house?"

Yiling shook his head: "It's too far away, most likely to live on campus or rent a house."

"Someone has to take care of you."

Yi Ling was amused: "Am I missing an arm or a leg, what do I need others to take care of me?"

"I mean, I want to take care of you." Qin Zhiyao's expression became serious: "I have a house near the university town, you can move there, and we will live together in the future."

Yiling was stunned for a moment, carefully scrutinizing Qin Zhiyao's expression, and found that the other party didn't seem to be joking.

Yiling lowered his eyes, gently stirred the milky white fish soup in the bowl, and after a while, he spoke.

"Qin Zhiyao, you don't need to do this, you don't owe me anything."

"Your mother took care of me for four years. I think I have the obligation to take care of you instead of your mother."

"You didn't," Yiling put down the spoon, and there was a crisp sound when the porcelain collided: "It's my mother who is kind to you, not me. You don't need to repay my kindness to me, understand?"

Qin Zhiyao's expression was a bit complicated, he didn't answer Yi Ling's question face to face.

"Actually, when I heard the news of your mother's death from your grandfather, the person I was most worried about was you." Qin Zhiyao confessed: "At that time, I tried my best to ask your grandfather to take you to England, but unfortunately, you Grandpa chose to respect your opinion. He said the same thing as you, and I have no obligation to be responsible for your own family affairs, but I don't think so. "

"I've been thinking about this question for ten years, and to this day, I still stick to my point of view." Qin Zhiyao shrugged: "I'm almost forty, and in retrospect, the longest time I get along with others is to live with your mother and child." Four years together. I know it's weird, but I do think I have a responsibility to you guys."

"You don't mean to say that you regard us as relatives?" Yi Ling frowned: "Come on, you obviously hated me to death before."

Qin Zhiyao laughed: "Hating you and treating you as a family member are not contradictory."

"Qin Zhiyao, if my mother knows you think so, she must be very happy." Yi Ling spread her hands: "But I'm sorry, I don't like this, your words almost make me sick!"

Qin Zhiyao laughed twice, and patted the table with his big hands to shake the bowls and chopsticks. The waiter couldn't help looking here, thinking that something happened.

Qin Zhiyao covered his mouth: "You are so cute, why didn't I notice it before?"

Yiling crossed his arms, frowning and watching him go crazy, until Qin Zhiyao had laughed enough, he slowly raised his head, and stared at Yiling's eyebrows seriously: "Do you know what kind of plan I made before returning to China?"

"what?"

"If you are an alpha, I will treat you as a younger brother and take care of you for the rest of your life; if you become an Omega," Qin Zhiyao looked at him firmly: "I will marry you."

Yiling is really disgusted now.

“相信我，这要不是在人家店里我一定揍得你站都站不起来，”益凌黑着脸，忍不住爆粗口：“还娶我？抱歉，你哪位啊？”

Qin Zhiyao looked at him in a good mood and scolded, shrugged: "It seems that I am wishful thinking, but since you are an alpha and have a lover, there is no use for me to think about anything, right?"

Yiling snorted coldly, and Qin Zhiyao ordered some dishes that hadn't been touched much before: "Eat more, are you full?"

"Thank you, I can't eat any more," Yiling said with a cold face, "I'm disgusted by you."

Qin Zhiyao didn't mind smiling: "Then send you back?"

"No need," Yiling made a gesture of rejection, "I can go by myself."

Qin Zhiyao nodded and raised his hand to show respect for Yiling's opinion: "Be careful on the way back."

Yiling stood up and was about to leave when Qin Zhiyao spoke again.

"In any case, I want to take care of you. This is true. You should go back and think about what I mentioned."

Yi Ling blinked, but went straight out the door without answering.

When he passed by Qin Zhiyao, a sweet and greasy fragrance entered Qin Zhiyao's nostrils.

Some nerves in his brain keenly caught the signal, Qin Zhiyao frowned, and turned his head to look at the direction Yiling left.

-

After taking a taxi to the door of the house, Yi Ling went directly to Bai Zexiao's house.

The weather has turned cold recently, sleeping alone under the quilt is freezing and there is no heat, the two of them tacitly put aside the previous debate about whether to sleep separately, and still sleep together in Bai Zexiao's bed every night.

When opening the door, Yiling looked up at the second floor, but the light in the study room was not on.

Bai Zexiao isn't at home?

Yi Ling frowned, and went up to the second floor with light steps. The door of the study was half open, and a black figure was sitting at the table. The only light source was the screen of the mobile phone. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he seemed very serious.

Yiling leaned against the door curiously, and the wooden door creaked, arousing the attention of the people in the room.

Bai Zexiao threw away the phone abruptly, his back was stiff, and he stared at Yiling's face in horror: "Brother, brother, are you back?"

"Well," Yiling paced in, and helped Bai Zexiao take down the headphone cable that was still hanging on his shoulder in a hurry: "What are you doing?"

Bai Zexiao's eyes dodged a little: "Just, watch, watch some movies, you come in and startle me."

Yiling raised his eyebrows: "Horror movies? Do you still have this hobby?"

"Just, look at it once in a while. It's passed on to the class group by classmates."

"Oh, let me tell you, I haven't seen you read it usually." Yi Ling waved his hand: "I'm going to take a shower first, I'm exhausted today."

Bai Zexiao stood where he was, until he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, before he relaxed.

Turning on the lock screen of the phone, the two people in the video are still lingering together, Bai Zexiao let out a long sigh of relief, frowned and looked at the screen for a few seconds, and finally deleted it without nostalgia.

When Bai Zexiao went to bed after taking a shower, Yi Ling was watching a video on his mobile phone, when he heard the sound of the mattress sinking beside him, Yi Ling stretched out his hand to turn off the light: "Are you going to sleep?"

"kindness."

Yiling pressed the switch, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Bai Zexiao opened his eyes, quietly looking at Yiling's silhouette in the darkness, he didn't know how long it had passed, just when he thought Yiling had fallen asleep and wanted to reach out to hug him——

"Xiaoxiao."

There was no sleepiness in the voice.

"Well," Bai Zexiao quickly withdrew his hand: "What's wrong?"

Yi Ling turned over and lay face to face with Bai Zexiao. In the dark, Bai Zexiao couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but Yi Ling whispered, "Are you watching a short movie just now?" ?”