Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Song Yan was wearing a gray sweater, and Lin Litian lowered his head, just able to see a delicate and smooth collarbone line through the loose neckline.

He raised his hand itchy to draw along that line, Song Yan felt itchy, shrank his neck, and retorted: "You don't eat it, it's a waste."

"It's too sour, I think it will get better after a few days." Lin Litian let go of his hand, buried his face in his soft sweater, and said in a vague voice.

Song Yan thought for a while and explained: "It's a matter of variety, it will be sour for a long time."

Lin Litian gave a "hmm", raised his head halfway, and squinted at him from the corner of his eye, "I won't buy it next time."

The man's hair was sticking to his neck, Song Yan's body was numb on one side, and his voice was trembling, "But I like to eat."

Lin Litian asked knowingly, raised his head higher, and looked straight into his eyes, "What do you like to eat? Sour oranges?"

Song Yan: "Yes."

Seeing the achievement of the goal, the bad-minded person laughed contentedly, raised his hand holding the bag, and the apples, pears and peaches inside rolled more joyously, and Song Yan found a new orange from it at a glance.

He likes to eat the sour one.

"Yes, sweet and sour." Lin Litian said, "Tell me what you like, and I will provide it for free."

Song Yan's eyes floated, as bright as the stars in the sky.

It's a huge project for Men Hulu not to tell the truth, but Lin Litian is confident to help him improve bit by bit.

As the distance approached, the faint tobacco smell that could be blown away by a gust of wind became gloomy and burrowed into Song Yan's nose.

The two spoke in a low voice, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went dark and never turned on again, just as Lin Litian was about to take them home, the person in front of him suddenly uttered three words.

"Lin Litian."

Song Yan rarely calls him by his name seriously.

Lin Litian stood up straight with his arms around him, and responded earnestly.

"Why do you suddenly want to smoke?"

Lin Litian was startled for a moment.

The conversation with Aunt Song Yan rang in my ears. That experience may not be considered a pleasant memory in Song Yan's previous memory. He avoided the important and ignored it. "I was just thinking, why didn't you come to me in high school?"

Although Lin Litian didn't answer his question directly, Song Yan followed his words and recalled distant memories.

On the day when I met Lin Litian in the second year of high school, Song Yan had just been brought back from the police station by the grade leader. There was class in the class, and he had to shout the report under the eyes of the whole class when he returned. He didn't want to go back, and the dormitory was closed during class hours. Run to the basketball court and stay alone.

Later, Lin Litian threw the whistle to him and left. He didn't even know the person's name.

He went around to find Lin Litian's classroom through several classmates, and wanted to return the whistle, but he couldn't find the right time.

Either there were too many people, or Lin Litian was busy, anyway, Song Yan tried every means to find excuses for himself, not because he didn't want to pay it back, but because it was a coincidence that the right time didn't happen.

The truth is, as long as he doesn't take the initiative, there will never be the right time.

At that time, Lin Litian was always surrounded by a lot of people. The two most famous people in Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School were Lin Litian and Yan Shang. The former was handsome and outstanding, while the latter was rich and flamboyant. The two of them are still good friends, it's like infinite stacking buffs, and there is never a shortage of friends around them.

After encountering him a few more times, Lin Litian didn't recognize him, and passed by each time, Song Yan never thought about returning the whistle.

……

Song Yan let go of his thoughts and couldn't answer for a while.

At this time, there was a ding sound from the side, the voice-activated light turned on again, the elevator door opened, and a person walked out from inside.

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, and half a second later, he wriggled out of Lin Litian's arms like a loach.

There was room for one person in Lin Litian's arms, and he also lazily stood up straight.

This community is near Jiangcheng University, and many residents are teachers or employees of the school. The man who came out of the elevator obviously knew Song Yan, and asked in surprise, "Teacher Song?"

Song Yan let out a breath and smiled politely, "Teacher Ding."

Teacher Ding walked towards the two of them, and paused when he saw the face beside Song Yan.

The fact that Song Yan likes the same sex is not a secret among the small group of teachers in the same college, otherwise his tutor would not have arranged for him to go on a blind date with a man.

Teacher Ding had some guesses about the relationship between the two of them, but he didn't say much. He just said hello, "Hello."

Lin Litian nodded, "Hello."

Then he said to the people around him, "I'll go back and wait for you."

Song Yan nodded and said yes.

There were only two people left in the corridor. Teacher Ding said, "I haven't seen you at school for the past few days. I thought you weren't back from the exchange study, so you're not in Jiangcheng."

Song Yan: "I have a minor illness, please take a period of leave."

"So that's how it is." Teacher Ding understood, "Is there nothing wrong with your body?"

"never mind."

The two of them are just ordinary colleagues, and they don't have so much gossip to talk about. After a few words of concern, Teacher Ding wanted to end this unnutritious awkward chat. Before leaving, he reminded Song Yan:

"By the way, Mr. Huang took a few days off and didn't come to the hospital. Maybe something happened at home. The dean asked Mr. Xu, and Mr. Xu said that his family members were sick. You can go and see him when you have time."

The Huang Lao he was talking about was Song Yan's direct doctoral supervisor. He heard from Xu Mingyang that his teacher's wife was ill a few days ago. The teacher probably couldn't get away from family affairs.

If there is anyone close to him other than Lin Litian in this world, it is only this mentor. He knew that Song Yan was injured, but he didn't have any reason to visit him. It must be that his wife's situation is not optimistic.

After dinner in the evening, Lin Litian heard Song Yan mention this matter, stopped peeling half of the orange peel, raised his eyelids and said inexplicably: "Will the person surnamed Xu go?"

Song Yan's calf rested on his thigh, in the posture that Lin Litian forced, and the overly long home trousers were rolled up and stacked on the ankle, revealing a small section of white and skinny ankle, he said confusedly: "The one whose surname is Xu? Brother Xu?"

"Ah."

Song Yan replied honestly: "I don't know, I didn't make an appointment with him."

Hearing what he said, Lin Litian lowered his head to peel the orange again, and the green orange peel fell off from the pulp piece by piece.

Feed one petal into Song Yan's mouth, and one petal into his own mouth. After the two of them ate the whole orange, he said, "I'll go with you."

Song Yan said yes, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly asked him: "Is it sour?"

Lin Litian licked the corner of his mouth, put his ankles on the sofa, stood up expressionlessly, went to the sink on the balcony to wash off the yellowed orange peel juice from his hands, "It's so sour."

The person on the sofa pulled the slippers and walked towards the balcony step by step, sticking them behind him, resting his chin on his shoulders, revealing a pair of smiling eyes, "How sour?"

Jiangcheng is about to enter winter, the balcony is very cold, but the backside is warm.

He didn't hold back, turned off the faucet, and warned without deterrence, "Song, Yan."

He felt that his drug was very effective, no, it should be said that it was too effective.

It's all on his head.

Song Yan retracted his head and pressed his forehead against the muscles of his back.

Lin Litian put on a dead face, pretending not to hear the muffled laughter coming from behind him.

The next day, two people rang the doorbell of Instructor Song Yan's house——

"Who?"

A questioning voice came from the loudspeaker at the door, sounding tough and spirited.

Song Yan: "Teacher, it's me."

Mr. Huang immediately opened the door and let the person in. As soon as the person entered, he pulled Song Yan to look at him non-stop, "Xiao Xu told me earlier that you were still in the hospital, how could you be discharged so soon? Are you in good health? No. Did you run away?"

His way of asking questions is very similar to a traditional parent, throwing out questions, making assumptions before the younger generation answers, and then thinking about things in the direction of the child's mischief.

Lin Litian stood behind Song Yan, acting as a competent junior.

"I was in the hospital before, but I was discharged later. It's all right. I didn't run out randomly. Otherwise, the security guards in the hospital would have arrested me." Song Yan answered each question one by one.

Lin Litian looked sideways.

Song Yan's posture in front of his teacher was very relaxed, and he rarely joked.

Huang Lao noticed the person who accompanied Song Yan, "This is?"

Hearing talking about himself, Lin Litian took a step forward and stood side by side with Song Yan, "Hi teacher, I'm Song Yan's boyfriend."

"What?" Huang Lao yelled, without any sense of stability as an elder, "Then what I said about Xiao Xu..."

Speaking of this, he also knew that he had done something wrong, and secretly scolded himself for being confused.

Just as Song Yan was about to say something, the sound of the wheelchair rolling across the floor came from the room, "Okay, what are you doing blocking people at the door, and you can't talk in the room?"

He looked over and called out, "Teacher's wife."

The wheelchair pusher didn't expect to run into Song Yan today, stopped at the spot, and said in a daze: "Song Yan..."

Lin Litian tilted his head, looked into the room, and met the eyes of the person pushing the wheelchair, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

After a while, Song Yan came back to his senses, pursed his lips, "Brother."

Xu Mingyang's scalp tingled with embarrassment, "What a coincidence, you also came to see the teacher."

Mr. Huang is old, so he can't see such an exciting scene, interrupting the slightly weird atmosphere, "Come, come, come in and talk, it's just time to eat, you are lucky, I will cook it myself."

The two people walked into the house at the door, Song Yan had a headache, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I really don't have an appointment."

"Well, we didn't make an appointment." Lin Litian said inexplicably, "Maybe there is a mutual understanding."

Where is this going?

Song Yan was dizzy.

At the dinner table, Mr. Huang saw that there were so few people present, and talked about his plans for the future, "After the Chinese New Year is over next year, I plan to take your teacher and wife to go abroad."

He had retired a few years ago, and if the school hadn't spent a lot of money to rehire him, he wouldn't still be teaching at the school.

What he couldn't let go of was Song Yan. When he retired, Song Yan had just finished his master's degree. He wanted to take Song Yan's Ph.D. before officially retiring, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and his lover's health first went wrong.

Xu Mingyang felt that this was too busy for the patient's body, "Can't it be cured in China?"

"Not because of this."

Mr. Huang shook his head, "The children are all abroad. I stayed in China and taught for most of my life. Your mother stayed in China because she was with me. Now she is sick and the children can't come back. We will go abroad to find them."

Song Yan nodded, slowed down the speed of holding vegetables in his hands, and chewed the vegetables in his mouth in small bites.

This matter was mentioned as soon as it was mentioned, Huang Lao knew that he might not be able to see each other again after going abroad this time, and he didn't want to create a parting atmosphere, so he changed the subject hahaha, and asked a few questions about Lin Litian and Song Yan.

Lin Litian followed the old method when facing Aunt Song Yan, answering half-truths and half-falsely.

After hearing this, Mr. Huang was very emotional. He originally thought that this young man was a latecomer compared to his students, but he didn't expect that he knew Song Yan from high school.

If you really want to talk about first come first, then come later, your own students still can't get along well.

The reason why they matched this matter at the beginning was that Xu Mingyang was interested in Song Yan. It just so happened that Song Yan also liked men, so it's okay to try.

Now Xu Mingyang was given hope, but in the end he was told not to think about it. To no avail, Song Yan already had a master...

Thinking of this, Huang Lao had no choice but to secretly scold himself for being stupid again.

After dinner, Lin Litian and Mr. Huang were rushed to the kitchen by his wife to wash the dishes, while she left Song Yan to chat with her.

Xu Mingyang looked at the two groups of people who separated, and was about to go to the living room with his wife when Lin Litian suddenly reminded:

"There are quite a lot of bowls."

Xu Mingyang blurted out, "The kitchen can't hold so many people."