After Beta was not humble and chased back, Scum A became humble

Lin Hen paused, and looked at the car as he walked downstairs. He recognized the license plate number, and it was the one Lao Zhou used to pick up and drop off He Jing.

As soon as he walked to the side of the car, the door opened. Lao Zhou got out of the car and made a "please" gesture to him: "Master, please go over."

Lin Hen stopped, looked upstairs and then turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

Old Zhou froze for a moment, then said slowly, "Master wants to see you."

Lin Hen caught Lao Zhou's expression. In the past, he never asked about anything. As long as He Jing came to him, he would rush over there immediately even if the sky fell. Now... even Lao Zhou realized that something was wrong.

"Wait for me a while," Lin Hen pointed inside, "I have something to say to my mother."

"Okay," Lao Zhou hesitated for a while, and reminded: "Young master called you a few times, but they were all turned off. I'm a little unhappy now."

"Can't get through?" Lin Hen subconsciously touched his pocket, and then remembered, "My phone is broken."

"No wonder," Lao Zhou smiled kindly, "Young master contacted you early in the morning, and thought you were angry if he couldn't get through."

The corner of Lin Hen's mouth curled meaninglessly, and he said to himself, "Why am I so angry?"

Can he be angry with He Jing, what's the use of being angry, He Jing won't bother for a second because of this, he has always been angry with himself.

Pushing open the door, the kitchen was buzzing, Lin He strode over, and shouted out before anyone could speak.

"Mom! When did you come back? How is it?"

"I heard you! I'm not deaf!" Lin Yueqiu looked back at him holding a spatula, and complained: "The doctor said I was tired, and prescribed two boxes of medicine for me. I don't have to work with the foreman these two days. What's the big deal? None, and mobilized people to go to the hospital."

Lin Hen went to her side and picked up a cucumber stick to eat: "Do you have the test report, let me see it?"

"Are you going to reimburse me?" Lin Yueqiu pushed him, "Go out, don't get in the way here, it's all on the table, look for yourself, it's so annoying."

Lin Hen ran out immediately: "I miss you even if I don't see you for a day, and you still bother me."

Lin Yueqiu didn't like this set: "When you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, we'll see if she laughs at you or not. I still miss my mother even when I'm a grown man."

"I miss my mother even when I'm 80."

Lin Hen flipped through Lin Yueqiu's bag, poured out the laboratory test sheet and the prescribed medicine, took out the instruction manual and read it carefully, and took her mobile phone to Baidu if she couldn't understand.

One box of plaster and two boxes of anti-inflammatory medicines, both of which are very common medicines, Lin Hen felt relieved, and shouted to the kitchen: "Mom, I'll go to make skewers with Luo Haoshan and Sun Li later, and then go to the monitor's house to make up lessons and never come back !"

"Didn't you tell me earlier, the meal is ready!"

"Then I'll go after eating."

"Go, don't let people wait for you, I'll get you something for Grandma Wang."

Lin Hen talked to Lin Yueqiu for a while before going out. After getting in the car, Lao Zhou handed him a handkerchief. Lin Hen took it and wiped his sweat.

Lao Zhou saw that he was sitting firmly before starting the car, and said with a smile: "The young master asked me to convey that there is a surprise for you."

Lin Hen froze for a moment, then shook his head: "That's not what he said."

Lao Zhou smiled and said nothing.

Lin Hen knew He Jing better than anyone else, and he couldn't get through the phone, so he would lose his temper normally, but he might not face anything this time.But his mentality was different, and he wasn't so flustered anymore.

Some things have to be faced after all, no matter how he evades, he can't escape that fixed ending.

On the way, Lao Zhou casually chatted with him: "The young master didn't go to the master's meeting today and yesterday, and stayed at home busy for a long time, which made the master very angry."

Lin Hen's heart moved: "Why?"

He Jing looks like a young master who can do whatever he wants, but he is actually very important, and he takes serious matters more seriously than anyone else. If it wasn't something he really didn't want to do, he wouldn't casually refuse New Year's greetings.

"To prepare a 'surprise' for you," Lao Zhou smiled gently, "It's nice to be young, the young master and the master fought for a long time, and in the end they won."

"..." Lin Hen leaned on the seat, unable to tell what it was like.

Why did He Jing prepare a surprise for him? Did he sense that something was wrong with him... He must have felt something was wrong that morning.

It should be quite obvious. In the past, he would definitely have been in a hurry with He Jing that day, and then they had a big fight and broke up. After that, he bowed his head and apologized, begging He Jing for forgiveness.

His unexpected calmness and indifference made He Jing at a loss for a moment, unable to guess what he was thinking, and was passive for the first time.

He Jing always said that his biggest advantage is that he can't lie, so he can see through it at a glance, what he wants and what he doesn't want is written on his face - He Jing may understand the emotions written on his face that day, but he didn't expect Dogs also want to run, but his self-esteem as an Alpha does not allow him to believe this.

That's why, for the first time, Lao Zhou took the initiative to ask him to come to him, and even "coaxed him" to prevent him from having dinner with the squad leader...

Sensitive and naive, like a child protecting toys from being snatched away.

Although the child already has countless toys.

Lin Hen wanted to laugh a little, would a top Alpha be insecure?

No, no, for He Jing, he is not someone who needs to be kept, but a matter of self-esteem. If he runs away or is taken away by others, people in those circles will definitely laugh at him.

"He Jing took that obedient dog away" - He Jing's self-esteem did not allow him to hear such words.

It was almost seven o'clock when we arrived at He Jing's house. Lao Zhou put Lin Hen down and left. Lin Hen immediately understood that He Jing didn't want to let him go tonight.

The two haven't done it for a long time.

"Master is waiting for you in the studio." Lin Hen went upstairs while thinking about what Lao Zhou said.

Everything in the house was so familiar that it seemed to be engraved in his head, and there were memories of He Jing in every corner.Lin Hen slowly retracted his gaze.After all, places are dead and people are alive. As long as you don’t come back, no matter how deep your memory is, it will fade.

Lin Hen knocked on the door.

There was no movement inside, so he pushed it away.

The light was very dim, and He Jing was sitting alone in the large over-the-head studio, half of his body was hidden in the shadow of the light, his expression couldn't be seen clearly, the black home clothes set off his whole aura a bit colder, There is a faint smell of plant juice in the air, and the concentration of Alpha pheromone inhibitors is too high.

Lin Hen closed the door and called out to him: "He Jing, I'm late."

"Come here." He Jing whispered, obviously suppressing his anger.

Lin Hen took a deep breath, walked over and sat next to him.

After two seconds, He Jing suddenly stood up and turned on all the lights.

Suddenly brightened, Lin Hen subconsciously covered his eyes.

He Jing stood and looked down at him, with a very bad expression on his face, and asked in a bad tone: "Why didn't you answer my phone?"

"My phone was damaged by water," Lin Hen put down his hand, blinked his eyes, and slowly adapted to the light, "I can't turn it on, I didn't bring it today."

"Won't you buy one if your phone is broken?" He Jing gave him a disgusted look, and pointed to the opposite side, "Let's have a look."

Lin Hen looked at the white cloth and had a guess in his heart, "What... what?"

"I'll let you see, what are you asking me for!" He Jing was a little bit annoyed in a rare way, and the roots of his ears were stained with an inconspicuous red.

Lin Hen was called out by He Jing and quickly reached out to uncover the white cloth, not noticing his expression.

He Jing's eyes were fixed on Lin Hen's face, like a child who got a little red flower and was eager to show off, not wanting to miss every trace of each other's emotions.

The white cloth was lifted, and a painting came into view——

Lin Hen saw a few warm sunflowers blooming at a glance. The yellow was used to the extreme, as if he could see the determination and firmness of the sunflowers regardless of everything facing the sun. It's about to show through!

Such a crazy and persistent flower is held tightly by one hand. The color of the hand is incompatible with the surroundings, and it is too cold and white, which makes the whole painting have a strange sense of fragmentation and harmony.

Lin Hen didn't understand painting, but he knew that He Jing had never used color schemes like this before... No, didn't the style of the painting he saw at the family banquet that day also change?

The moment he saw the sunflowers in the painting, Lin Hen's heart fluctuated violently, wishing to follow those flowers to his own sun, but this emotion was fleeting, the scene where He Jing hugged the boy and laughed Like a thorn, stuck firmly in the heart, the blood flowed, and the wound festered, even if it would heal in the end, the scar left would be a pain that he would never forget.

Seeing the throbbing on Lin Hen's face, He Jing couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, but before he could smile, the expression on Lin Hen's face disappeared, and was replaced by the disturbing blandness of that morning.

He Jing couldn't help but walked up to Lin Hen to watch with him. The more he watched, the more he felt that Lin Hen shouldn't have reacted like this. He pushed Lin Hen: "How is it? You talk."

"It's beautiful." Lin Hen raised his hand and touched the sunflowers from a distance, as if he could feel the heat.

He never doubted He Jing's talent, how many people envied and admired him for drawing such a beautiful painting in one day.

"What?" A trace of anger flashed across He Jing's face, and he dropped the paint box so angrily, he turned his head and stared at Lin Hen with the anger and grievance in his eyes that he won the little red flower but was not praised, and shouted: "Just Two words? Didn't you pass the language!"

Lin Hen was a little confused by his questioning. He Jing used to say that he was stupid and couldn't understand good things. Later, he didn't ask him often, but now he suddenly asked, and he didn't know how to describe it.

"I... don't know how to boast."

He Jing kicked over the chair next to him angrily, his chest heaved, "Then can you have a liking expression! I've been drawing for a day and a night and you just react like this?"

What He Jing said was quite correct, Lin Hen would not lie, and at this time he also said from his heart: "It's really beautiful, very beautiful, I want it."

This is the flower that He Jing took the initiative to draw for him, and it is what he has always been most persistent in. No matter what the process is, he always wants it in his heart.

He Jing stared at him for a while, then said viciously: "You want a fart, you want it, those who don't know think I'm giving you a piece of white cloth, do you know what it is, if you sell it, you will buy it for the rest of your life Sorry."

Lin He turned his head to look at the painting, and his eyes fell on the hand in the painting again. Suddenly, he had a guess that made his heart beat out of control—that was... He Jing's hand?

As soon as I thought about it, I asked, "Is that your hand?"

The tone was full of confiscated shock.

"Otherwise!" He Jing said angrily.

Lin Hen was really shocked this time, and asked again: "Your hand?"

"Otherwise is it yours? Are you so white!" He Jing came over and grabbed him, "Come out and eat with me."

Lin Hen couldn't help looking back at the painting, he couldn't control his heart beating, and laughed at himself in his heart: Knowing that He Jing treated others like this, he only temporarily had an equal position with others, but he still couldn't help it, endured it. I couldn't help being happy, my heart was about to jump out for joy.

For so many years, I don't know how many emotions have been touched because of He Jing. After leaving, apart from the memory in his head, what else can prove that the two of them have been close...

"He Jing, can you give me the painting?" Lin Hen blurted out when he realized it, and Lin Hen looked at him nervously.

He Jing stopped, turned his head to look at Lin Hen, and carefully discerned every expression on Lin Hen's face. Even without careful attention, Lin Hen's expectation and desire almost flew out of his eyes.

He hooked the corner of his mouth proudly, and he knew that Lin Hen had no resistance to his paintings, he must have been happy and silly just now.

"It depends on my mood, who made you stay silent for a long time like an idiot just now."

The light in Lin Hen's eyes quickly dimmed, and He Jing's resurgent anticipation was returned lightly with a word. He paused, ignored the emptiness in his heart, and gave a faint "hmm".

After dinner, He Jing dragged him to watch TV together, Lin Hen pretended to study in his heart, and finally put his schoolbag on the sofa, and watched TV with He Jing while reading.

He Jing rested his head on Lin Hen's leg, turned his head to stare at the screen on the TV, touched his waist with his hands, and finally came to a conclusion: "I'm thin again, don't you want to eat well?"

"Have you lost weight?" Lin Hen looked at the test paper and said casually, "You feel wrong, I can eat quite a lot recently."

"It's a bitter summer," He Jing made the diagnosis on his own, and moved his eyes to the paper in his hand, "I will ask the nanny to change the menu for you tomorrow. What are you looking for?"

"Chemistry homework," Lin Hen looked down at him, his eyes lit up, "Stop watching TV, I don't understand this question."

He Jing snorted, "It takes me to laugh twice, right? It's getting harder and harder to serve."

Saying so, he still sat up, took the paper and began to read the questions, "Give me the pen..."

Lin Hen immediately leaned next to him and concentrated on listening.

He Jing's words were concise and concise, and Lin Hen understood after listening to it once. He quickly wrote down all the knowledge points involved, and continued to ask questions while the iron was hot.

He Jing should be in a good mood. He finished the paper one by one, and stopped when Lin Hen took out the math paper again. He frowned and stared at him: "Am I a tool man?"

Lin Hen paused, then withdrew his hand regretfully: "I write it myself."

"Writing poorly," He Jing grabbed the paper and threw it aside, pressed him down on the sofa, "doing your homework at night, are you out of your mind?"

Lin Hen's eyes flickered: "I don't want to—"

"Shut up," He Jing buried his neck, and took a light bite, "I sprayed most of the bottle of inhibitor for you, are you ashamed to say 'no'?"

As soon as Lin Hen opened his mouth, it was blocked. He Jing kissed him very skillfully. Maybe the atmosphere just now was really good. This kiss was dense and gentle, mixed with the impulsiveness of young people and the fragrance of inhibitors. Lin Hen had the illusion that they still had hope...

Pushing all the way to the bedroom, Lin Hen thought when he fell on the bed, that painting is so beautiful, it would be great if it could appear sooner.

He Jing tossed and tossed and fell asleep with his arms around him until the middle of the night. Lin Hen had a dream while he was half asleep and half awake.

In the dream, sunflowers grew beside the basketball court, so brilliant that they exuded the warmth of a throbbing teenager, green and beautiful.The sun in the sky is so warm, as if back in the autumn of that year, the boy on the court smiled at him, the sun shone on his shoulders, and the boy was shining...

The author has something to say: The author held a big tea mug and said: This chapter has been revised and a small part has been adjusted.

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