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Ten minutes later, Yu Jianglan opened the door and came in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ling Jibei sitting on the head of the bed with frowning eyebrows, the corners of his forehead were covered with sweat, and he pinched his five fingers deeply into his stomach.

"Ling Ling!" Yu Jianglan's heart trembled, and he walked quickly to the bed without changing his shoes, and stretched out his arms to half hug him: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Isn't this a question knowingly? I don't know why, Ling Jibei is very angry now, even looking at Yu Jianglan's concerned expression, he feels hypocritical.When I picked up his little electric donkey and ran over his urn, I didn't even lift my eyelids. Now who is showing this whole thing?

Oh yes, Ye Xiyi is not here, haha.

Hiss, how sensitive and hypocritical he is now, like a little bitch, Ling Jibei also had a flash of reflection in his mind, but it was quickly burned away by anger.

Yu Jianglan stroked the back of his neck lightly, and asked with concern: "Stomach trouble?"

"Otherwise, am I pregnant?" Ling Jibei tilted his head to avoid his hand, a little unreasonable: "When I just entered the room, I said, I said I have a stomachache, what, what do you think? Am I kidding you?"

A trace of self-blame flashed in Yu Jianglan's eyes, and he pulled out his hand that was stuck in his stomach: "Tsk, the stomach can't be so pressed, there will be problems."

Then he stretched out one hand and rubbed it slowly: "Why did you suddenly have a stomachache, did you catch a cold? Or did you eat something bad?"

Yu Jianglan said as he lifted the quilt, saw Ling Jibei wearing boat socks, and sighed softly: "Look, I remember I told you many times in the past two days, it's late autumn, you have to wear stockings. "

Ling Jibei was rubbed very comfortably, and his stomach, which was hard from pain just now, was covered by the warm palm, and the pain was relieved a lot.

All his tempers come and go quickly.In fact, I am not angry anymore, but I still don’t want to give Yu Jianglan a good look, and said: "I don't have long socks, and I wear these socks in winter. This is the tide, do you understand?"

Yu Jianglan turned around and found a new pair of stockings from the bedside cabinet, broke the thread between the two socks, and put them on Ling Jibei without any explanation: "Wear like this in winter? Show such a long ankle Walking on the street, no one will think you are foreign, they will only think you are a fool."

"I don't wear it, hey? Don't touch my feet! Hey, I don't wear it!" Ling Jibei's script was sensitive at first, and he couldn't stand Yu Jianglan's touch like a fish on the chopping board, kicking his legs and writhing, But in the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of being put on stockings.

He finally couldn't bear it and said: "I didn't catch a cold, and I didn't eat bad food, I was just angry, and I was so angry that my stomach hurt!"

Yu Jianglan looked at him: "Qi?"

"Yes, I'm angry." Ling Jibei didn't want to hide it anymore: "I couldn't catch the car when I landed and died without firing a shot. I'm angry. When you play games, you don't see me at all. Games are more important than me. I'm angry too, I'm even angrier seeing you and Ye Xiyi being unclear!"

There was another violent twitch in his stomach, and Ling Jibei gasped, watching Yu Jianglan's face darken little by little.

"No, Qing, No, Chu." Yu Jianglan frowned and repeated his four words very slowly, with a cold voice: "Speak clearly."

There was a slight hostility on Ling Jibei's body, he looked at Yu Jianglan, and his lips moved: "Then explain clearly."

"What am I explaining?"

Ling Jibei raised his chin and looked at him: "You and Ye Xiyi."

Yu Jianglan looked at his serious expression, was silent for a while, and smiled: "Lingling, I really don't understand you now." He said: "At the beginning, I was so opposed to her joining the team, but you alone made the decision and insisted on her coming. Now that she is here, it doesn't seem to be a problem. I don't think there is a problem today. I don't know what you are angry about. I blamed me for helping her and not helping you. At that time, I..."

"It's not this!" Ling Jibei interrupted him unbearably, and pressed deeper with his hand covering his stomach: "It's not because of this!"

"What's that for?"

"I just can't understand how awkward you look every time I mention her, including the deliberate way of keeping a distance from her now. It's like showing me that you're afraid of seeing her. I'm here You also suddenly disappeared that day in the toilet, you were just trying to hide from her, right?"

Yu Jianglan took a deep breath impatiently: "What do you want to say?"

"A relationship is really let go, it's not like this." Ling Jibei's eyes looked very sad, he stared at Yu Jianglan: "Do you still have feelings for her, and... like her?"

When Yu Jianglan heard this question, it was as if someone had strangled his throat for a moment, he couldn't breathe, and fell silent for a full minute.

"I don't like you enough."

He smiled bitterly, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

"Where I put you, you can't feel it at all, Ling Jibei, you just have no heart when you say that."

Ling Jibei didn't speak, and couldn't bear to look directly at his red eyes and the flickering expression in his eyes.

"That's right, I was deliberately keeping a distance from her, but we didn't have to keep a distance." Yu Jianglan said: "Because I let go, she let go too, Lingling, who is this distance for? Say it?"

Ling Jibei: "Put it down? Then why do you change your face when I mention her?"

"Because every time you mention her, I feel that you are the one who cares about my past and insists on telling me what I don't want to say." Yu Jianglan's voice gradually fell, as soft as a whisper: "I'm afraid of you You dislike me for having a first love, I am afraid that you will dislike me, and you have tried to give your heart to others."

"I hate that fart! I've been chasing you since we met, okay, I've been licking dogs like this, don't you have the confidence yet?"

Yu Jianglan glared at him: "No."

"Oh, no, then why do you have it as soon as you get on the bed?" Ling Jibei yelled at him: "Yu Jianglan, you are just hypocritical!"

"Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, do you?" Yu Jianglan looked at his slightly raised lip corners, and the airy look he spoke, and knew that he was recovering now.

"It hurts." Ling Jibei frowned deliberately, and took Yu Jianglan's hand and pressed it firmly on his stomach: "It still hurts, please rub it for me."

Yu Jianglan rubbed hastily a few times, and said to him: "I haven't downloaded the live broadcast yet, if you're okay, I'll..."

"It's really something." Ling Jibei seemed to suddenly remember something.

"what's up?"

"...Why is the painkiller in your drawer empty?" He asked Yu Jianglan: "I just had a stomachache and wanted to take it, but I found that there were only two tablets left. I remember when I had a headache last time, I still had a lot left." , how long has it been gone?"

After Ling Jibei finished speaking, he thought about it for a while: "Brother Lan, has your back hurt recently?"

"No." Yu Jianglan didn't change his face: "You probably remembered wrongly. I was almost gone when I ate it before, and then I didn't make up for it when it didn't hurt."

"Oh..." Ling Jibei rubbed the back of his head: "Maybe it's because my memory is wrong..."

Yu Jianglan: "Well, is there anything else?"

"Have!"

Ling Jibei thought about the house number that Ye Xiyi mentioned to him in the corridor, and decided to ask about it at this time.

"Brother Lan, 907, what do these three numbers mean?"

Yu Jianglan was obviously startled: "Ye Xiyi told you?"

"No, she just said it was a coincidence, but I won't tell you if I ask again." Ling Jibei blinked at him: "I also want to know the story behind this, can you tell me?"

Yu Jianglan was stunned, and smiled faintly. He had already stood up and made a gesture of going, but now he slowed down and sat down again. "It's really nothing."

He said: "After my parents divorced, my mother remarried. At that time, I would visit her after school every Friday. She would cook for me and let me eat in her new home. Until one day, she and that Uncle had a big fight, and then he refused to open the door for me again."

"The room I can no longer enter, happens to be 907."

When Yu Jianglan talked about this past, he couldn't hear any fluctuations in his voice or emotion, but it was Ling Jibei who was so distressed.In my mind, I thought of a little boy standing pitifully in front of the closed door, knocking on the door over and over again calling for his mother, and finally left with tears in his eyes...

Brother Lan, that's how he grew up.

"Very good," Yu Jianglan laughed suddenly, looked into Ling Jibei's eyes with special meaning, and said, "It's also 907, another door opened for me today."

Yu Jianglan: "Thank you."

Ling Jibei shook his head, his messy thoughts just now surged like a flood breaking a bank, but they stopped abruptly in Yu Jianglan's soft thank you.

He opened his arms silently, closed his eyes intoxicated, and gave Yu Jianglan an unprecedented and affectionate hug.

"There's nothing to be sensational about," Yu Jianglan mercilessly laughed at his exaggeration: "If I can say this matter lightly, it means that I have let go of it."

There was an An Mi gentle smile on his face: "I'm not miserable now, I have everything."

I have a good life, with you, the whole world is here.

Ling Jibei interpreted his simple words of love in his heart, looked at the person in front of him, didn't know what to say for a moment, he hesitated for a long time: "That's right...that's right..."

Yu Jianglan:?

"Xiaofeng asked for leave today, saying she was sick," Ling Jibei said, "But everyone knows, it's definitely not really sick, it's probably because of a bad mood."

Yu Jianglan nodded: "Well, I see, I'll talk to him later."

The reason for Gu Feng's bad mood is very simple. Although he is YG's substitute in name, he has been working hard all the time, hoping that his ability can be worthy of his ambition to be on YG's starting list.

Before Ye Xiyi came, he had always held a glimmer of hope and practiced the melee steel gun crazily, hoping that through his own efforts, he would be recognized by everyone and let him fill the assault position.

But now, things backfired.

After all, he missed his dream. He can only sit on the bench and watch others shine, and he will inevitably feel depressed.

Yu Jianglan called him after the live broadcast, and promised him on the phone: "Xiaofeng, I assure you, this World Championship will definitely give you a chance to play."

Ling Jibei heard it from the side, and after Yu Jianglan hung up, he couldn't help asking: "Xiaofeng is on the stage, then... who will go down?"

Yu Jianglan: "You."

"What?" Ling Jibei was stunned: "Brother Lan, you...you won't let me hit you?"

Yu Jianglan: "I want you to be a substitute."

Ling Jibei: "Whose substitute, who needs a substitute?"

Yu Jianglan: "Me."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-2623:53:22~2021-05-2722:18:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 pigs who love to eat; 1 Ziyi Yaya#;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: H.1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!