Why is this male classmate sticking to me?

Lu Chanchan's heart started beating wildly, and Jiang Yulin's sense of aggression was so strong that he couldn't stop backing away.

Jiang Yulin took a step forward to cut off his retreat, and he didn't relax his words, "I like you, Lu Chanchan."

There was a bang in Lu Chanchan's head, and all the blood in his body rushed to his brain at this moment, making him dizzy.

"Jiang Yulin...you...I..."

It's not that he hasn't been confessed before, on the contrary, he has received too many confessions since he was a child, and every time he can handle this relationship with ease.

But this time, he seemed to have lost his communication skills, leaving only panic.

Lu Chanchan's mind went blank, his heart pounded against his chest, and the crackling and burning fireworks sounded extraordinarily loud at this moment, mixed with his heartbeat, which made him at a loss what to do.

The surrounding light faded, and Jiang Yulin was the only one in front of him.

Jiang Yulin was still pressing hard, "I, like you."

Lu Chanchan looked at his dark pupils, and his guilty look every time he looked at the wound on the side of his neck suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as the yearning and longing in his eyes when he lived in his home these days.

In fact, Lu Chanchan also had some uneasy doubts in his heart, and his current brain could hardly think of any value, so he subconsciously said whatever came to his mind:

"Have you... really thought it through?"

Lu Chanchan's breathing was a little messy, "Is it possible, is it possible that it is because of guilt..."

"Or because the recent environment and atmosphere have made you dazed, you may not really like it..."

Lu Chan's voice became smaller and smaller, and Jiang Yulin's cold expression stopped abruptly.

Jiang Yulin was stunned for a long time, as if he never thought that he would hear such an answer, and it took him a while to recover.

He barely pulled the corner of his mouth, "Is that what you think?"

There was no special expression on Jiang Yulin's face, and Lu Chanchan's mind was dizzy, but he just instinctively felt that Jiang Yulin seemed very sad, very sad.

My heart felt like something had been stabbed.

Lu Chanchan's breathing suddenly became disordered, "No, no, I, I said something wrong, monitor, please don't..."

The last fairy stick in Jiang Yulin's hand burned out, just like a little match girl who lit the last match.

With the extinguishing of the match, his incredible dream these days was also shattered.

He looked at the burnt fairy sticks in his hand several times with nostalgia, before throwing them into the trash can by the side of the road.

"Since you asked, I'll tell you," he put away all his emotions when he looked at Lu Chanchan again, "I won't like someone because of guilt or any other reason."

He seemed to be smiling, and a short arc flashed at the corner of his mouth, "I didn't like you until now."

"A long time ago, I thought you were cute."

Lu Chanchan couldn't stand Jiang Yulin like this at all. He was so flustered that he couldn't even give a single syllable reply.

The calmer Jiang Yuelin was, the more uncomfortable he was.

Lu Chanchan was a little out of breath, but Jiang Yulin didn't give him any space, "I want to kiss you and hug you, will you give me this chance?"

"I, I see," Lu Chanchan's breathing was completely messed up, "I'm sorry I shouldn't say that about you, I'm out of my mind, monitor...Jiang Yulin..."

Lu Chanchan began to talk nonsense, his breathing rate was wrong, and he was panting|breathing so fast that he was a little hypoxic.

When he realized that he seemed to be breathing too much, he collapsed into Jiang Yulin's arms.

Jiang Yulin supported his back with one hand, and covered his mouth and nose with the other, "Breathe slowly."

But Jiang Yulin's voice sounded far away from his ears.

Lu Chanchan clenched his wrist tightly, and the oxygen in his chest seemed to be squeezed out. He could only follow his instinct to speed up his breathing rate, hoping to get a little more oxygen, but the more he did this, the more he couldn't breathe.

"Shui Shui," Jiang Yulin hugged him tightly, "slow down..."

Lu Chanchan's eyelashes were wet with physiological tears, sticking together sticky, and those tears also flowed down the cheeks into Jiang Yulin's fingers.

"Slow down, Shuishui," Jiang Yulin's voice was trembling, "I won't force you, let's breathe slowly, shall we?"

Lu Chanchan is very obedient even at this time.

He followed Jiang Yulin's instructions with great effort to adjust with his remaining consciousness. When Jiang Yulin told him to inhale, he would inhale, and if he asked him to exhale, he would exhale.

But after all, he was still a little powerless, and his tears fell from the pain.

When Lu Chanchan finally calmed down and breathed with his eyes closed with a pale face, Jiang Yulin relaxed a little.

He hugged Lu Chanchan in his arms, put his chin on Lu Chanchan's shoulder as if exhausted, and slowly comforted him with his fingers along his back.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Yulin's voice was very restrained, "I should give you more time to think about this kind of thing, I was the one who was abrupt."

He propped up his body slightly, supported Lu Chanchan's back neck, and let him look up at him. Lu Chanchan's eyelashes were still wet and his eyes were red.

"Let's go home first, I'll give you time to think about it," Jiang Yulin stroked his wet eyelashes lightly, "but you too, don't make me wait too long, okay?"

·

They took a taxi back home, Jiang Yulin's attitude was the same as usual, as if Lu Chanchan was the only one who was uncomfortable.

If Jiang Yulin hadn't hugged him when he was sleeping at night, and there was a big gap between the beds, Lu Chanchan would have thought that confession was just a dream.

It wasn't until she really lost Jiang Yulin's warm embrace that Lu Chanchan had a real sense of all this.

He was indeed too dull before. Ordinary friends, no matter how good the relationship is, who would sleep with another one in their arms every day?

He wanted to talk to Jiang Yulin, but turned around, only seeing his back.

Lu Chanchan opened his mouth, a thousand words were choked in his throat, and he didn't know what to say.

Forget it, Lu Chanchan closed his eyes, and Jiang Yulin asked him to think about it, so he should think about it.

Just for a moment.

·

That night, Lu Chanchan tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep, and woke up later the next day.

When he finished washing and staggered to the living room, Jiang Yulin was already fully dressed, pushing his suitcase and saying goodbye to his family.

Lu Chanchan's heart was empty, and she hurried forward to grab Jiang Yulin's box, "Do you want to go?"

Jiang Yulin patted his hand and said with a smile, "I have something to do at home, I have to go back first."

He got up early and had already had a good breakfast with Lu Chanchan's family.

Lu Chanchan's lips were a little pale because of low blood sugar. Jiang Yulin glanced at him, removed his hand that was pressing on his suitcase, and said warmly, "There is porridge in the pot for you, go eat some first."

"I don't," Lu Chanchan didn't have time to take care of himself at all, he just felt that Jiang Yulin's sudden departure made him flustered, "Why, why..."

Jiang Yulin looked at him silently, with helplessness in his eyes.

"Yes, because of me..."

"Okay, Chan Chan," Zhao Min interrupted, and came towards them with big bags and small bags, "Xiao Jiang said that he had to leave first if he had something to do at home. If you pester him like this, you might miss the plane later."

"mom……"

Zhao Min took a full look at Lu Chanchan's obviously wrong expression, didn't speak, and only looked at him deeply.

After a while, she handed the pocket in her hand to Jiang Yulin, and said softly, "Auntie sees that you like to eat small pastries at home, so I packed some of various flavors for you, and you can eat them after you bring them home and warm them up a bit. "

Jiang Yulin didn't shirk, and accepted it with a smile, "Thank you, Auntie."

"What's there to thank you for?" Zhao Min waved his hand.

"Yes, don't say thank you for a little food." Lu Qingquan also stepped forward and stood beside Zhao Min.

"Uncle and aunt also thank you for taking care of our family at school."

Jiang Yulin shook his head, "It should."

"Xiao Jiang." Grandma sat on the sofa and waved to him.

Jiang Yulin walked up to the old lady and squatted down, "Grandma, tell me."

"Hey, I am an old woman, what can I say." She smiled kindly.

She looked at Jiang Yulin fixedly, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Grandma still has a lot of dishes that I haven't had time to teach you to cook. If you're not busy, come back and see."

Jiang Yulin was stunned, and intuitively felt that there was something else in his grandmother's words, but he didn't dare to think about it.

Zhao Min and Lu Qingquan at the side were slightly startled when they heard what the old lady said.

The two looked at each other for a while, exchanging glances.

After a long while, it was still Zhao Min who spoke, her tone was much gentler than before, "Yes, Xiao Jiang, uncles and aunts like you very much, you, remember to come back often."

Jiang Yulin's eyebrows moved slightly.

Even though he was trying his best to restrain his emotions, Lu Chanchan's distraught appearance almost opened up the matter between them clearly and magnified everyone's eyes.

Lu Chanchan's family members should have seen everything.

But they didn't drive him away with bad words, or even expose him, but accepted him in a very gentle way.

Jiang Yulin's heart was burning hot, and he didn't lose his composure because of his good cultivation since childhood.

He took a deep breath, nodded slowly to Zhao Min, "Thank you."

Zhao Min responded with a gentle smile.

He hugged the old lady again, "I will come to ask you about cooking next time, thank you grandma."

The old lady patted the junior's arm, smiled and comforted, "Grandma is waiting for you."

After all, Jiang Yulin got up, said goodbye to the elders for the last time, and walked towards the gate with the suitcase.

"Jiang Yulin..."

Lu Chanchan followed up almost immediately. He never knew that he could be so poor at words, so he could only pull Jiang Yulin's sleeve and murmured his name.

Jiang Yulin opened the door, and the cold winter wind rushed straight at Lu Chanchan. He was only wearing a long-sleeved pajamas, and his face turned paler when the wind blew.

Jiang Yulin closed the door a little and blocked the wind for him calmly.

He looked at Lu Chanchan, didn't say anything more, just pushed him back slightly, "Shui Shui, the wind is strong."

The elders of the family followed them to the entrance. Jiang Yulin looked past Lu Chanchan, smiled and nodded at them, then stepped out of the threshold and closed the door gently.

Lu Chanchan leaned against the wall exhaustedly, and it was grandma who came to support his shoulders and said softly, "Okay, my son, let's go eat first."

·

After Jiang Yulin walked for a few days, Lu Chanchan was out of his mind for a few days.

He said he had to think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he seemed.

He didn't even understand what Jiang Yulin said to his family the day he left, and his mind was completely muddled.

Seeing him like this, his family members were anxious in their hearts, wishing they could pack him back to school and let him and Jiang Yulin figure it out by themselves.

One afternoon, Lu Chanchan was lying on the bed again, hugging the pillow in a daze.

Grandma came in at this time.

After she came in, she didn't speak immediately. She just sat down beside Lu Chanchan's bed and looked at him quietly with deep eyes.

Seeing that Lu Chanchan felt uncomfortable, she sat up on the bed, "Grandma, what's the matter?"

"What do you think?" The old lady had a straight face.

"I..." Lu Chanchan hugged the pillow and dodged her eyes, "What can I say."

Seeing his quail appearance, the old lady couldn't help but sigh, "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Lu Chanchan looked up at her, feeling uneasy.

The old lady hated iron for being weak, and poked his forehead, "It's about you and Xiao Jiang!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-1319:20:49~2021-10-1418:18:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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