Years of love

Yan Qi put away his phone and didn't speak.

"How to deal with it?" Xie Yi asked.

"Father of the funder, let someone delete this comment." Yan Qi glanced at him.

"Small." Xie Yi said, "Just delete the comment?"

"Yeah." Yan Qi habitually took out a cigarette pack from his pocket, thought he was still in physical education class, and put it back: "Every night, everyone should watch this video, don't make him worry."

Xie Yi patted Yan Qi's shoulder and nodded knowingly.

After self-study in the afternoon and evening, the sky has darkened and the air pressure is a little low.

Students rushed out of Wu Yang from the teaching building, and then Wu Yang ran into the dormitory building. Within a few minutes, the campus returned to silence, which made people feel a little empty.

Yan Qi sat on the roof drinking the wind, his hands were red from the cold and didn't care, Yin Chen next to him took off a glove and put it on for him, and stood beside him and put his hand into the pocket of his down jacket.

Yan Qi had a cigarette in his mouth, and the green smoke rising from the burning part was quickly blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Neither Yan Qi nor Yin Chen spoke, they just stared at the surrounding buildings blankly.Under the huge black curtain, those houses stood out like monsters standing in the dark waiting to be ambushed. Yan Qi watched for a while before regaining his senses: "Is it cold?"

"It's okay." Yin Chen huddled in his down jacket and whispered, "It's not too cold."

After a long time, Yan Qi took about one cigarette, and he glanced at Yin Chen: "Are you?"

"No." Yin Chen quickly answered him.

"Why do those people say that about you?" Yan Qi asked.

Yin Chen looked into the distance, and Yan Qi looked at him. Since Yin Chen was wearing a mask, only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed on his facial features, and the mole under the corners of his eyes was very clear.

"My Chinese teacher has a conflict of interest with other teachers." Yin Chen said after a while: "I don't quite understand the competition between teachers."

"The teacher has voluntarily given up the place, but the principal still likes the teacher more. The other teachers are jealous, so they made a rumor." Yin Chen's voice is not loud, but his words are clear. Although he is wearing a mask, Yan Qi listens without difficulty : "I did live with the teacher at the time, so I couldn't tell what it was. I was photographed holding hands."

"I told you that my parents are divorced, and I have a lack of affection for my parents." Yin Chen's expression became complicated: "I have a feeling for my teacher, a father, or a brother, or... ..."

Yan Qi interrupted him: "I don't want to say don't force yourself."

"I don't want to say it, it doesn't matter to you." Yin Chen stretched his eyebrows and smiled: "Maybe it's because of feelings."

"Why do you say 'possible'?" Yan Qi lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Yin Chen fell silent, Yan Qi was not in a hurry, and waited for him quietly.

After another cigarette, Yin Chen smiled a little embarrassedly: "Yan Qi, I have a question for you."

"Ask." Yan Qi said.

"Do you have desire for the person you like? You know what I mean." Yin Chen said.

desire?Of course there is, let alone have it, as big as it is, the earth can't fit it.

Especially recently, whenever Yan Qi thinks of Zhou Luo, before he even takes a look, his face turns red and his heart beats, as if he was tied to a jumping machine.Fortunately, there is accommodation from Monday to Friday, Zhou Luo often works overtime on Saturdays and Sundays, and the two of them sleep in separate beds, Yan Qi can bear it.

"Yes." Yan Qi took a puff with the cigarette dangling from his lips, and puffed out his cheeks to spit out the smoke.

"I..." Yin Chen paused, "I didn't."

Yan Qi glanced at him.

"So I use 'maybe' to have other feelings, because I can't feel physical desire. That illness made me very sick." Yin Chen looked away again, and his tone was very relaxed: "I am very I like to be with my teacher, he takes good care of me in life, he gives me a feeling of home and makes me very comfortable, but I’m not sure whether my affection for him is family affection or something else.”

After Yin Chen said so many words at once, he actually felt a little hot all over his body.

"Then how does the teacher treat you?" Yan Qi asked.

"He is also willing to take care of me, help me, encourage me to write novels, and teach me to play the guitar. Everything about me is brought to me by him." Reflecting the lights of the campus.

Yan Qi couldn't help but think of Zhou Luo, aside from his feelings, he almost completely understood Yin Chen.

"He taught you the guitar?" Yan Qi asked.

Yin Chen nodded and said, "He wrote my solo."

"What if." Yan Qi took the cigarette butt that was about to burn out in his hand, and rubbed it out with his thumb and index finger: "Your teacher has feelings for you, what are you going to do?"

"If possible, I would like to live with him for the rest of my life." Yin Chen smiled: "He taught me this, and naturally he will teach me other things, I can always learn slowly."

"Whatever he wants, I will give him." Yin Chen said: "It is he who made me grow into the Yin Chen I am now."

Yan Qi frowned quickly, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour.

"What about others?" Yan Qi continued to ask.

"The matter between me and the teacher was quite serious, and it was very evil to be passed on by others. My dad happened to be in China at the time. He was the type who was very impatient with me and tried to keep his mouth shut as much as possible." Yin Yin Chen smiled: "My stepmother is very kind to me. When my father beat me, she was kicked in the back because she was protecting me."

Yan Qi was speechless for a while, and Zhou Hao's image suddenly flashed in his mind, but unlike Yin Chen, it was his own father who beat him, and Yan Qi could be indifferent to any behavior of Zhou Hao, Yin Chen can't.

"He locked me in the room and didn't let me see the teacher. Later, I pretended to have a relapse. I almost believed it myself. As soon as the door was opened, I ran out. When I ran to the teacher's house, I found that he had died. Moved away." Yin Chen's eyes were slightly red: "After that, my dad arranged for me to transfer schools, and I came to No. [-] Middle School."

After Yin Chen finished speaking, he wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and said to Yan Qi with a smile, "It's a good thing I met you."

Yan Qi's hand trembled, and he quickly put it into his coat pocket.

"Have you thought about looking for him?" Yan Qi asked.

"No." Yin Chen shook his head: "I said, I will give him whatever he wants. If he has feelings for me, I will accept it. If he wants to leave me, I can adapt."

"My body restricts me a lot." Yin Chen said: "Sometimes I feel very tired living."

"What about now?" Yan Qi smiled: "Are you still tired?"

"Tired." Yin Chen said, "Can you not be tired after making me talk so much?"

Yan Qi smiled and turned around to give Yin Chen a hug, and patted him on the back.

"I have a chance to see your teacher again, is there anything you want to say to him?" Yan Qi asked.

"You look like the host of an intimate talk show right now." Yin Chen's voice was muffled in Yan Qi's arms: "I'm glad I didn't use the word intimate sister."

"Seriously." Yan Qi slapped him hard on the back.

"I want to tell him, you're so awesome, try running again." Yin Chen smiled.

"High school students are not allowed to swear." Yan Qi said seriously.

Yin Chen nodded: "You are right."

Yan Qi smiled and said, "Is it cool?"

"It's cool." Yin Chen took a deep breath.

"I miss you very much." He hooked the mask up to his chin with his index finger, glanced at Yan Qi, and smiled, "I really miss him."

Afterwards, other people came to harass Yin Chen, and Yan Qi and the three of them were like the guards, closely surrounding Yin Chen, airtight, and the three of them competed fiercely one by one, imitating adults "If you can do it, you can't do it." The principle of "all mouths" drove away all the accumulated popularity and enthusiasm.

Although Gu Fan felt a little regretful, he didn't regret it at all. The little skinny man with a good smile and beautiful tear moles at the corners of his eyes was his brother, and he had to cover it up.

It's like Yan Qi covering him, just like Yan Qi taught him.

Yan Qi hasn't skated for a long time.

It was a Saturday, and Zhou Luo went back to the publishing house to work overtime early in the morning. Yan Qi was bored, and the English books that Zhou Luo moved home were almost torn by him. He wanted to ask the three of them to go back to school to practice their new selection. The song is a very nice pop song, with ready-made sheet music, they will be integrated very quickly, but Xie’s family has something to do and can’t leave, although this song doesn’t use the violin, but his identity has become a band The lead singer can be said to have been upgraded to the soul of their band. Without him, they have little enthusiasm for rehearsals.

So Yan Qi thought about it and decided to go for a skate at the ice rink.

Old Xue is teaching five or six-year-old children to skate.

Among them was a six-year-old child who always had to be hugged. He couldn't get up when he fell down, and he had to be picked up before he would continue learning.

Yan Qi suddenly thought of Zhou Luo, others hoped that their children could stand up by themselves when they fell, but Zhou Luo hoped that with Yan Qi around he would not fall down.

After skating for two laps, Yan Qi suddenly felt a little down. He felt very depressed for no reason. He missed Zhou Luo very much at the moment, and the thoughts made him almost untenable.

He took a deep breath, slid to the exit of the ice rink, took off his protective gear and took off his shoes. When he ran to the door, he realized that it was already dark. He didn't realize that he had been skating for so long, so he drove a small yellow car With the QR code lock, he kept kicking towards the publishing house.

Surprisingly, Zhou Luo was not in the office.

Yan Qi glanced at the time, it was around 06:30 in the afternoon, which happened to be the time for Zhou Luo to get off work, but Zhou Luo would send Yan Qi a message to tell him after work on weekends, so that Yan Qi could prepare dinner When Zhou Luo got home at a little bit, the food just came out of the pot hot, allowing Zhou Luo to eat the hottest mouthful.

There was no notification on the phone, Yan Qi felt a little flustered.

"Yan Qi." Someone called him at the door of the publishing house, Yan Qi turned around and took a look at that person, it was Bai Yanming.

"Hello, Editor Bai." Yan Qi smiled.

"Are you here to find the president?" The tall, handsome man smiled softly at him.

"Yeah." Yan Qikua nodded on the little yellow car.

"He and Editor-in-Chief Cheng have dinner tonight." Bai Yanming said, "I want to accompany the biggest bookseller of Yuanli Bookstore to dinner. The president temporarily decided to work with Editor-in-Chief Cheng."

"Which restaurant did they eat at?" Yan Qi asked.

"They didn't say that, how about I ask Director Chen for you?" With that said, Bai Yanming took out his phone from his pocket.

Yan Qi waved his hand: "No, I'll wait at home, thank you."

Bai Yanming stood at the door in a daze, seeing Yan Qi kicked the bike with his long legs, and disappeared within two strokes.Bai Yanming stared at the place where he disappeared for a long time, then smiled softly.

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