Years of love

Yin Chen closed his eyes after speaking. He felt tired and wanted to sleep.

Li Qingya stared at the steering wheel and sat there dumbfounded for a long time before shifting gears and stepping on the accelerator, pressing on the navigation and typing in the word "Sizhong" in the search bar.

The whole journey was silent, and the only thing that was quiet in the car was the standard navigation sound. Yin Chen kept the same movement, nestled in the seat and remained motionless. This was a way of refusing to communicate.

Li Qingya respected him and didn't say anything more.

A few minutes later, Li Qingya stopped the car, pursed her lips, and hesitated: "Xiaochen, if you insist on living with that person, don't let your father know."

"Yeah." Yin Chen opened his eyes and nodded: "Will you keep it a secret for me?"

"I'm going back to the United States the day after tomorrow. No matter what, you are my son." Li Qingya turned around and took a big paper bag from the back seat and put it in Yin Chen's arms: "This is the clothes I bought for you. Go back and try to see if it fits." fit."

Yin Chen looked at the clothes in the paper bag and said "thank you" after a while.

Li Qingya struggled in her heart for a long time before she raised her hand to stroke his hair.

Yin Chen stood at the school gate at a loss, the headlights of the Mercedes-Benz behind him were getting farther and farther away on the dark path, and finally turned into a tiny spot of light and disappeared at the end of the road.He walked to the door and took a look into the duty room. The person registering inside had already fallen asleep on the sofa, and the door was closed tightly, and Yin Chen couldn't get in.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Yan Qi a message before he saw Bai Yanming's message.

- Go to school and report me safe.

He said.

- baby.

Added another sentence.

Yin Chen smiled and wrote back to him.

-It's here, don't worry my wife.

-/:strong

Bai Yanming replied.

Yin Chen put away his mobile phone and walked back in the direction the Mercedes-Benz left. He moved slowly step by step. When he was about to reach the end, he turned left and walked a few dozen meters. He stood outside the back wall and looked at the top of the wall.

"Yan Qi." Yin Chen called out.

"I'm here." Yan Qi shouted in a low voice.

"I can't climb up." Yin Chen said.

Before the words fell, Yin Chen had already seen half of Yan Qi's head. The next second, Yan Qi stepped on the top of the wall with his feet and jumped down quickly.

Yan Qi hugged Yin Chen's calf and lifted him up. Yin Chen grabbed the edge of the wall and climbed sideways to the wall. He took the paper bag with his hands down. Yan Qi quickly jumped to the inside of the wall and opened his arms towards Yin Chen. :"Jump."

Yin Chen rushed towards Yan Qi, Yan Qi quickly caught him, and let Yin Chen fall to the ground without even taking a half step back.

"Hey." Yan Qi looked at the big bag in his hand: "Has the publishing house raised the wages of its employees?"

Yin Chen smiled: "My stepmother bought it for me."

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "She has returned to China? Then... your father?"

"She came back alone, I don't know how we met." Yin Chen waved his hand: "I don't want to say."

Yan Qi didn't ask any more questions, took the bag from his hand and went back to the dormitory with him.

Yan Qi came to Zhou Luo's office with the mid-term report card and parent meeting notice, paused for a while, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in." Zhou Luo's voice came from behind the door panel.

Yan Qi opened the door and smiled at Zhou Luo.

"You don't need to knock on the door next time." Zhou Luo put down the pen in his hand: "I still have a while to get off work."

"I'll read a book for a while." Yan Qi saw that Zhou Luo was reviewing the foreign language publishing contract, and glanced at the English on it, which was full of technical terms. Without disturbing him first, he walked to the sofa next to him and took out a lollipop in his mouth. .

Pushing the lollipop to the left with his tongue, Yan Qi glanced at Zhou Luo, he was so handsome.

Pushing the lollipop to the right with his tongue, Yan Qi glanced at Zhou Luo, Yoho is still so handsome.

Yan Qi put down his schoolbag, took out his English textbook from the bag and read it silently. After reading for a while, Bai Yanming came in.

"The sample books for the exhibition have been packaged and sent to the venue. The book fair is not far away. Let me buy train tickets." Bai Yanming said.

Yan Qi was stunned, this time the book fair is still out of town?What time?

"Buy tickets for Thursday morning and Saturday morning." Zhou Luo raised his head and looked at Bai Yanming: "Buy first-class seats, and ask Tan Yingying for reimbursement after buying."

"Good president." Bai Yanming nodded, turned around and smiled at Yan Qi, and walked out of the office.

Just as Zhou Luo was about to lower his head and continue writing, he glanced at the paper in Yan Qi's hand out of the corner of his eye: "Yan Qi, what are you holding in your hand?"

Yan Qi looked at him, and it took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses: "It's nothing, just a quiz in the English book."

Zhou Luo smiled at him very gently, bowed his head and continued to check the contents of the contract.

Yan Qi looked at the time on the parent meeting notice, it was four o'clock in the afternoon on Friday.

He folded the list neatly and put it in the English book.

Peace of mind.

The heart is very impetuous.

Yan Qi sat in the classroom with his head up, looking at the crowds of people outside the classroom. Teacher Qi was taking up the last bit of self-study time for them to silently write the text. Yan Qi wrote the most sloppy words in his life. The last e-tail is so long that it almost flew out of the book.

Xie Yi kept rubbing his hands in his seat, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"As for it." Yan Qi turned his head and squinted at him: "Your father won't eat you."

"He will stop my pocket money." Xie Yi sighed: "I will lose my sons."

Yan Qi stretched out his leg and kicked the gold master's father.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the parents outside began to squeeze into the classroom, Xie Yi held his head, rubbed his face hard, took a look at Yan Qi, and rubbed himself twice while hesitant to speak.

A man who is not tall but is clearly dressed more expensively than the others stood between Yan Qi and Xie Yi, before Yan Qi raised his head, the man called out loudly to Xie Yi: "Xiao Yi !"

The whole class turned around instantly and looked at Xie Yi.

Xie Yi covered his ears, and called out with a half-smile: "Dad."

"Son!" Father Xie put the purse on the table, Xie Yi quickly got up and gave him the seat, Father Xie put on his tight suit pants, sat down on the stool, and saw the contact information sent to the parents by the class monitor Meng Xin In the manual, the first page was Xie Yi's transcript, and he frowned.

"Your IQ still follows your grandfather." Father Xie shook his head.

Yan Qi didn't know who he was scolding.

"He couldn't bear to call my mother stupid." Xie said to Yan Qi in a small voice, "My mother is a housewife with a low education."

Yan Qi nodded: "What's your mother's education?"

"Master." Xie Yi said.

Gu Fan in the front seat turned around and stared at him.

"What's your father's education?" Yan Qi asked again.

"Post-doctorate." Xie Yi replied.

Yan Qi nodded again, and glanced at him with a smile: "Are you under pressure?"

"No." Xie Yi shrugged.

"It's just you, who is flying with me, you have no pressure in such a high-IQ family?" Gu Fan was a little surprised.

"Even if I take the test, the family property is mine." Xie Yi said flatly.

Gu Fan gave him a straight middle finger.

Parents poured into the classroom one after another, and Yan Qi packed his schoolbags and walked out through the back door after all the parents had sat down in their children's seats.

Sometimes he doesn't understand his own emotions, and he is always overly entangled in many unnecessary entanglements. He thinks clearly for a while, and then starts to be narrow-minded. Things that are obviously insignificant, but he insists on pulling his emotions down. .

He was a little unhappy.

When I was a child, I was satisfied with what I said and did, and I had no thoughts or demands on Zhou Luo. When I grew up, I was not as sensitive as I was when I was a child. The more I lived, the more I went back.

In the end, it was Zhou Luo who was used to it all over his body.

Yan Qi threw the schoolbag on the stands of the basketball court, bit the zipper with his teeth, tore off the school uniform and took off the jacket, revealing a pair of wings on the black thin jacket inside, and three screams sounded behind him.

Yan Qi frowned and turned around, and saw Meng Xin, Jiang Ning and Yang Qian sitting directly behind him.

"You..." Yan Qi raised his finger and pointed at Meng Xin: "If you don't go to Dafan, what are you doing here?"

"He wants to watch his grandma, I'll come to the stadium to see the handsome guy." Meng Xin smiled at him.

Yan Qi held back for a long time, only showing a thumbs up.

There weren't many people playing on the court, and the seniors who were usually with him were there. Yan Qi moved his body twice, bent over and stretched his tendons, and stepped forward to join them.

After a few rounds, Yan Qi felt much better. Yan Qi bent down and put his hands on his knees. The sweat from his bangs on his forehead soaked his coat along his cheeks. Yan Qi pulled the zipper down, but he couldn't pull it too far. Next, I didn't expect to play today, and I didn't have time to go back and put on a vest.

"Tattoos are cool." The senior said panting heavily as he ran past Yan Qi.

Yan Qi raised the corner of his mouth, caught the ball thrown by his teammates not far away, and stood on the three-point line to aim at the kneeling push.

Did not enter.

Played a low-quality cool.

Installed a high-quality dick.

Yan Qi didn't feel tired after playing for more than an hour. The other teammates went to the cafeteria to eat. He still stood on the court and shot. After shooting for a while, he realized that the three girls hadn't left either. He felt like laughing.

Even though he has been in the same class as Yang Qian for so many years, he still has no impression of the girl. The only memory is that Xie Yi told him that the girl liked him, and it was because Hu Weixuan was upset that he made a move with him at that time. It's a very strange species, I don't know if it's because of conceit or low self-esteem.

Sometimes these two forms of expression feel like synonyms.

"Go eat." Yan Qi turned the basketball in his hand, sat on the stand and wiped his head with his head up.

Meng Xin sent a text message to Gu Fan, dragging the two girls next to her to the cafeteria.Yang Qian looked at Yan Qi, hesitated for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to say what had been in her heart for a long time: "Yan Qi, in fact, I..."

"Eat more." Yan Qi wiped the sweat off his brow and rubbed it on his school uniform pants, bent over and unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip.

Yang Qian didn't say anything more, Meng Xin pulled down the sleeves of her school uniform, and the three left the basketball court.

Suddenly it quieted down.

Yan Qi didn't want to be in the quiet, he needed to keep his brain thinking and his body constantly feeling tired.

Sometimes after thinking about it, a matter has changed its nature and become beyond recognition. What is competing is not the matter itself, but the thoughts that have been stretched by this matter.

Only his seat is vacant in the whole class, no matter what relationship people are sitting in other people's seats.

Only his seat is vacant.

It was empty in his heart.

Recently, Yan Qi is really like a little daughter-in-law. Yan Qi rests his elbows on his knees, looking down at the ground. His bangs block all the light from the basketball court in front of his eyes. What Yan Qi sees is only a not-so-bright darkness .

There was a sound of footsteps at the door.

The sound is not the sound of sneakers.

Da da da da, it's not talking about Yingying's high heels, like the sound of leather shoes.

Yan Qi sighed, the reason why he didn't want to calm down his mind was because he was afraid that if he didn't find marginal thoughts, he would have to think of Zhou Luo, and he could return to him no matter how many detours he had to make.

Love someone.

The sound of shoes stopped when he reached the position in front of him.

Yan Qi didn't look up, he was still sitting on the third step in a daze.

After a while he heard the sound of shooting. This man probably shot five or six times, and he could tell the result by hearing the sound, all hits.

Yan Qi raised his head curiously, at least this person should be able to fight with him twice.

When I raised my head halfway, I saw the suit jacket on the back of the chair in the front row, and I was stunned for a while, and then I heard the violent and powerful beating of my heart.

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