lonely patient

I thought that Wen Luming would at least be unhappy, but he didn't show any abnormalities other than talking a little less during the meal.

The two of us didn't go home, so we found a hot pot restaurant nearby and planned to eat casually. The restaurant was overcrowded, basically all the audience in the theater just now. Someone at the next table was discussing the role played by Song Qianyu, and one of them seemed to be a fan, happily Give the companion Amway his other works.

Wen Luming put the blanched beef into my bowl, and put on gloves to help me peel the shrimp.

"He is the dream love of all the alphas in the world!" The excited voice of the fans reached my ears.I looked up at Wen Luming, and saw that he was peeling the shrimp seriously, as if he couldn't hear the sounds around him.

"Teacher Wen," I couldn't hold back my mouth.

"Huh?" Wen Luming looked over and seemed to be mistaken, picked up the kettle on the table and poured me a cup of hot soy milk.

The next table is still discussing:

"He is usually very low-key, he is not rehearsing or performing. And he has not been rumored for so many years since his debut!"

"I seem to remember that he said that there is someone he likes, and he has been secretly in love for many years."

"Who do you like, the actor you worked with last time?"

"No, outsiders."

……

"Ha," I laughed dryly, and said boldly, "It can't be me, can it?"

Originally, I wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but Wen Luming not only didn't laugh, but also responded to my words: "Maybe."

He took off his gloves, brought a small bowl of peeled shrimps in front of me, and said, "It seems that everyone who has been with you can't let you go in the end."

"All?" I thought for a while, Wen Luming probably didn't know about my messy things...

He didn't change his expression: "Guess."

"Ah... Maybe it's because I'm a fool with more money and less work." I babbled nonsense, trying to get away with it as a joke, "And I'm so—" I spread my hands in a show gesture: "Young and beautiful."

Finally, Wen Luming's face was no longer expressionless, but a helpless smile appeared on his face.Seeing him laughing, I finally felt relieved, and I didn't know what I was nervous about for a long time.

When I got home, I went to take a shower first, and when I came out, I saw Wen Luming sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him.I walked over and sat next to him, and saw the airline's booking page on the computer screen.

"Is it OK to leave at no. 30 in the afternoon?" Wen Luming asked.

I leaned over and took a look, "Okay."

Wen Luming took the towel and wiped the back of my head a few times, and said, "I don't blow my hair."

"Lazy." Speaking of hair, I remembered, "Hey, Teacher Wen, do you think I should cut my hair short?"

After three or four years of long hair, I always feel a little tired of seeing it.

Wen Luming turned my face to him, took a look at him and said, "Short hair is fine, short hair is heroic."

"Where's the long hair?" I asked again.

"Long hair..." Wen Luming seemed to be choosing his words carefully, looked at me carefully, and said, "Hooking people."

When he said these two words, his mouth opened slightly, which made me think he should be described like this.I seem to always be attracted to him regardless of time or occasion, and I have the urge to kiss.

A second before I approached, Wen Luming pressed my lips with his thumb.

Wen Luming got up and kissed my forehead, saying: "I'm going to take a shower."

I lay down on the sofa with my arms under my pillow, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "Forget about kissing me."—Sooner or later, I will do you this way and that and that and that and that.

It's unbelievable to say that I haven't had a substantive relationship with Wen Luming after living together for so long. I know he can bear it, but I don't know that I can also bear it.

The next morning, I was in the office looking at the report for the previous quarter, and I got a phone call during the interval, but I didn't expect it to be Yan Song.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but when I heard his voice, I still couldn't help becoming vigilant, thinking quickly in my mind if I had gotten into some trouble recently.Fortunately, he didn't come to settle accounts with me, he just said concisely: "Mom and Dad are back, let's go home for dinner tonight."

This sentence might as well settle accounts with me, I put on a sad face and asked: "Can I not go..."

"No." Yan Song refused flatly.

"Brother..." I continued to struggle, completely forgetting how he kicked me out of the house a few months ago.

Yan Song on the phone was silent for a while, and sighed a little helplessly: "They're leaving next week, you know something."

It can be heard that Yan Song is not very looking forward to this meeting, after all, he is my own brother, and I can't let him go back to face the pressure alone, so after thinking about it, I agreed.It happened that there was a step between us, I had had enough of Kari's life without money, and Yan Song had given up enough, when I go back tonight and have a meal together, everything will be settled.

Thinking about it, I called Wen Luming and told him that I was going home tonight, so there was no need to wait for me to go back.

"When will you come back, do you need me to pick you up?" Wen Luming asked.

"No need, the driver will pick me up tomorrow." I put my legs on the desk and turned the chair once and for all, "Lonely night, Teacher Wen, don't miss me too much."

I know that Wen Luming is at school now, and he can't say anything outrageous in front of everyone, so he can only let me tease him.But he seemed to have gotten used to my indecency, so he countered calmly, "You too."

"I can't," I smiled lightly, "I can't sleep without you."

As brazen as I am, such words always come out of my mouth.I don't need to think about it to know what Wen Luming's expression is now, I just heard him call my name helplessly, and said: "Work hard when you are working."

I accepted it as soon as I saw it, and pretended to be obedient: "Understood. Go home and mess around."

Before I knew it, I became used to using the word "home" with Wen Luming, but I was always unwilling to face my own real home.

When I went back in the afternoon, Yan Song was waiting for me at the door. On such a cold day, he was wrapped in a coat and sitting alone on a bench under the eaves smoking a cigarette.

Seeing me, he stood up, threw the cigarette butt that was almost burnt on the ground and stamped it out, and said, "I'm back."

I remember the old ginkgo tree in the courtyard was still full of branches and leaves when I went home last time, but now it has lost all its leaves, standing bare in the north wind, surrounded by a thin layer of snow.The villa behind the courtyard is brightly lit, like a fake model in a shop window in the evening sky.

I went over and called my brother.

Yan Song hummed lightly, "Go in."

There was no one in the living room, and the entire first floor was quiet except for my aunt who was busy in the kitchen. "Where are the parents?" I asked.

"Upstairs." Yan Song replied.

"Oh. Then I'll go back to my room first. Call me when you're eating."

Just as I was about to rub the soles of my feet with oil, Yan Song stopped me: "Yan Qiao."

"What's wrong?" I turned around and asked.

"Parents come back once in a while, don't talk back to them." Yan Song frowned, and said with something in his words, "You are not a child anymore, you have to learn to compromise on some things."

I had a bad feeling and tentatively asked, "What's the matter..."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, Yan Song looked tired and said, "Maybe they will talk to you about getting married."