i see your calling

After a long absence, Shen Pingge saw the repressed dependence in Lian Yan's eyes again. Last time when he was drunk, his eyes looked at him brightly as the name suggests.

Shen Pingge stood there, looking into his eyes, obviously he hadn't said anything yet, but Lian Yan suddenly withdrew his hand and shook his head.

-never mind.

He didn't give Shen Pingge a chance to choose, so he voluntarily gave up.After removing the quilt, he was wearing pajama pants, revealing half of his ankles and fair feet, and went to wear cotton mops on the floor.

"Lian Yan," Shen Pingge said.

Lian Yan raised her eyes to look at him.

"If you encounter anything - you feel sad, you feel unhappy," the bedroom was quiet, Shen Pingge's voice was particularly clear, he wanted Lian Yan to hear, "you can come to me. "

"Whenever."

He could guess what happened to Lian Yan, but Lian Yan kept his mouth shut, and there was nothing he could do. Lian Yan kept covering up his nervousness and uneasiness, and tried to communicate with him in a normal way, but he didn't know the limit, so he could only try— —Everything is not supposed to be like this.

It's better to be drunk, at least you don't have to be so cautious.

·

Shen Yiming seldom eats at home. Whenever he eats at home, he has to prepare a big meal. When he carries a bag of vegetables, he will definitely see little red peppers, broccoli, small rapeseed, tomatoes, etc. The colors are also complete, gorgeous and beautiful. Fruits and snacks will be prepared.

Shen Pingge went to help Shen Yiming, Lian Yan was embarrassed to be idle, went to help Shen Yiming pick celery, sat on the bench, the light in the kitchen soaked the small space, Shen Yiming occasionally said a few words to Shen Pingge, The pot on the table was gurgling, and the water was boiling.

The sound of boiling suddenly reminded Shen Pingge of the birthday Fu Dan celebrated for him in the second year of junior high school. It was at a hot pot restaurant. The pot of clear soup and tomato was boiling. They were all eating boiled meat dipped in sesame juice. The two of them realized after eating the hot pot that they remembered the cake that was neglected. After eating half of it, Fu Dan said, "Take it back and give it to your father!"

"Dad doesn't eat leftovers," Shen Pingge rubbed his nose, "he doesn't know when he will come back."

"Then put it in the refrigerator first, and eat it when he comes back—you must let him eat it," Fu Dan rubbed his hair, "Okay, every birthday in the future, if Dad doesn't come, let Dad only eat cold cake. After he comes back, let's ask him for a gift, okay?"

At that time, he miraculously had an uneasy premonition, and blurted out: "Then will you buy me cakes in the future?"

"of course."

……

"Pingge, do you still have make-up classes at school on Sunday?" Shen Yiming looked at Shen Pingge, who was cutting potatoes. He was not skilled in cooking, and the potatoes were cut slowly. The thickness of each slice was quite uniform, but at this moment He didn't move, "Why are you still in a daze—isn't it?"

"En," Shen Pingge started cutting again, bowing his head in response.

"Do you want to ask for leave?"

"Don't invite me," Shen Pingge said, "Also, I have to submit a registration form on Monday. I have registered for a Mathematical Olympiad before, and the registration form must be handed in in advance."

"The Mathematical Olympiad competition? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" Shen Yiming said, "Going to other places?"

"Well, it will take a long time this time, and it will take more than a month."

Shen Yiming: "You have too many competitions with this and that, don't you want to delay your studies?"

"If this one ranks well, it can directly get the qualification for recommendation," Shen Pingge said, "The principal also gave a letter of recommendation, exempting the initial and re-examination."

"Xiaoyan, you won't have a make-up class next Sunday, right?" Shen Yiming looked at Lian Yan again.

Lian Yan was in a daze, and suddenly called him, he froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"Dad," Shen Pingge said, "Why don't you go eat hot pot on your birthday?"

"Why do you suddenly want to eat hot pot?" Shen Yiming was a little surprised.

"I suddenly became greedy, and I thought it would be nice to celebrate my birthday at a hot pot restaurant."

"Okay, anyway, the students are the biggest, so you finish your lessons, and let's go to the hot pot restaurant!"

Shen Pingge cut halfway, when there was a sudden movement from the side, Lian Yan finished picking the celery, handed it to him, pointed to the living room, and signaled, Shen Pingge met his eyes, but Lian Yan subconsciously dodged.

"Go," Shen Pingge said softly, "I'll call you when I'm done."

The hot oil was poured into the pot, the Chinese prickly ash exploded, all the gray smoke was absorbed by the range hood, Lian Yan went to the living room, with her back to Shen Pingge, Shen Pingge naturally couldn't see him clearly.

·

Shen Pingge didn't ask Lian Yan what he was hiding from him, but occasionally when he checked his phone, he would check to see if Lian Yan had sent a message - no.Lian Yan is timid and cowardly, but she is stubborn in this kind of thing.

Regarding the matter of not going to Fu Dan's place for birthday, Shen Pingge didn't know what to say. He waited until Monday to call Fu Dan. Fu Dan answered it quickly and said, "Pingge."

It seemed unreasonable to say no directly, Shen Pingge took a long breath, said some nonsensical greetings, and then said: "I may not be able to celebrate your birthday with you next Sunday."

Fu Dan was quiet for a while, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ah."

"That's... okay," Fu Dan said, "When I look back, if I have time, I can come to my mother's place—I really want to see you grow up."

"I'll ask my assistant to bring the birthday present, so I won't go there," Fu Dan smiled, "...You and Dad have a good time." Shen Pingge just said "hmm".

Fu Dan didn't seem to want to hang up, but Shen Pingge didn't have anything to say, and was embarrassed for a while. After a while, Fu Dan said "Happy birthday to you in advance, Pingge", and then hung up Telephone.

·

In the past few days, Lian Yan is often bored in the bedroom, except for going out to eat, and rarely shows up. Shen Pingge inevitably thinks of the gift that Shen Yiming said. Compared with the gifts from Shen Yiming and Fu Dan, he is more curious about the gifts prepared by Lian Yan .

However, Shen Pingge thought, maybe he wasn't preparing a gift, maybe it was just that Lian Yan didn't want to meet him.

The past few days are like clear water, and life is boring. My birthday is on Sunday, and during make-up classes on Saturday, Yang Zhi and the others gave the gifts in advance, and put them in wooden paper bags, mysteriously: "Gifts for you, Happy Seventeen .”

"It's still sixteen today," Shen Pingge said with a smile.

"Oh!" Yang Zhi patted his shoulder, "I'll open the gift tomorrow, don't make it too early."

"Goodbye," Tan Yun folded his hands behind his back, his beautiful face was full of smiles, "See you tomorrow."

The paper bag was heavy, after Shen Pingge listened to Yang Zhi, the paper bag was just placed on the table, ready to be opened the next day.Lian Yan was still in the bedroom, Shen Pingge didn't see him, but he got used to it, he sat at the table and looked at his mobile phone, flipping through it from time to time, which was considered a pastime in the afternoon.

At about four o'clock, Shen Pingge put down his cell phone and just opened the book when there was a knock on the door.

He froze for a moment.He and Lian Yan were the only ones at home at this time, so it was obvious who knocked on the door.He was a little surprised, but still said.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened, revealing her eyes, Lian Yan took a look, and then walked in.

Lian Yan was used to wearing pajamas and pajamas at home. The pajamas were a bit long and dragged to her ankles. He pursed his lips and stood in front of him, as if he had done something wrong, with his hands behind his back.

"Is there anything you can do with me?" Shen Pingge said.

Lian Yan didn't look him in the eyes, but her face was hot and her temples were sweating. She quickly put the note in her hand on the table and let go of her tightly clenched hands.

Shen Ping paused for a moment before picking up the note, which read.

-Brother Pingge, I have a friend asking me to do my homework tomorrow, so I may not be able to celebrate your birthday with you.

Lian Yan's handwriting is very beautiful, there is no continuous strokes, it looks beautiful horizontally and vertically, and it is true that the writing is as it should be on his body, every word seems to be written very hard, holding the note, the pulp of the finger can clearly Feel the sunken marks.

"Ah..." Shen Pingge looked down at the note, "Are you free tomorrow?"

It was just a normal question, but Lian Yan bit her lips harder and nodded after a while.

"Why?" Shen Pingge looked at him and spoke slowly, "Can't you push it away?"

Lian Yan put another note on the table.

——I don’t know how many he prepared.

The note was gripped too hard and wrinkled badly, but the handwriting on it was still very serious.

-The teacher organized tutoring alone, I have to go.

"It doesn't matter," Shen Pingge said, "I can wait for you to finish and pick you up. It won't be too late for tutoring even on weekends."

He could clearly see Lian Yan's embarrassed expression, as if he was being tried by the court, the little mute couldn't utter his testimony, and the evidence he submitted was easily overturned, his face was blushing violently, his eyes were looking away, and his fingertips were on the Tremble slightly.

"So, can I go tomorrow?" Shen Pingge leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Lian Yan quietly.

silence.

There is no need for Lian Yan to answer, and Shen Pingge doesn't need to treat him like a prey, he folded the note, "If you really can't go, forget it."

The folded note was pushed on the other side, but it was not returned to Lian Yan. Lian Yan stood there for a long time without moving, until Shen Pingge turned his eyes to him again, and Lian Yan gave him another note.

The desire to unfold it was not so strong, but Shen Pingge still opened the note in front of him.

-Brother Pingo, happy birthday.

Shen Pingge laughed lowly, and looked at Lian Yan, with no emotion in his tone.

"Thank you."

"you're also happy."

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