Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Song Yan was stunned for a second, and the two of them stood on the spot and looked at each other silently.

The light in the room shines softly through the windows into the night. Usually when he comes back, the villa is like a dying beast dormant in the dark, silent and lifeless.

But now someone left him a light.

It is hard for most people to refuse that there is a lamp in the lights of Wanjia that is reserved for him, and that is the person he likes. Song Yan stood on the path and did not go inside. He smiled, and the curved arc overlapped with the moon in the sky. combine.

He waited for this moment for a long time, and the emotions in his heart seemed uncontrollable, clamoring and sweeping through his body.

Lin Litian looked at his smile, and what Lin Jianqing said on the phone just now echoed in his ears.

"The people who bought that house were an old couple who returned to Beijing to retire from abroad. Xiao Yan originally planned to buy the house back in a few years, but the old couple didn't plan to sell it anymore. In fact, there were more than one buyer. Yan could have found another seller, but he said that the grandmother in the old couple was very similar to Grandma Song."

So Song Yan finally sold the house to the old couple.

Occasionally, he would visit the two old people and the house left by his grandma.

Lin Litian didn't know if the old man was really like Grandma Song, or maybe it was a reason for Song Yan to comfort himself.

He used this reason to suppress his reluctance and sadness, pretending to be a little free and easy.

Silently staring at each other for a long time, he cleaned up the expression on his face, turned around and went downstairs to meet Song Yan, Song Yan just entered the entrance, bent over to change his shoes, "Why are you back so early today?"

In the morning, after saying that he would not go back to the company, he disappeared without a trace. Song Yan thought he had something important to do.

"I'll come back after the matter is settled." Lin Litian didn't tell him that he already knew that he had sold the house left to him by Grandma Song and used the money to invest in himself.

Song Yanda could use helping a friend as an excuse to get away with it, not to mention that their friendship is even more than ordinary friends.

The close relationship since childhood is not only a breeding ground for love, but also the best excuse to hide love.

After both of them washed up, Lin Litian went downstairs to help Song Yan warm a glass of milk.

Song Yan usually sleeps poorly, but he has to close his eyes to rest for his health, forcing himself to fall asleep, which is very painful. Later, Lin Litian found that he would be much better if he drank a glass of warm milk every day, so he asked him to drink a glass of milk before going to bed.

The door of the master bedroom was wide open but not closed, Lin Litian looked in, Song Yan was half leaning on the head of the bed, looking down at the tablet in his hand intently.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Lin Litian put the milk in his hand on the table beside him, and turned his head to look at the screen.

It is densely packed with data and tables, and it is dazzling to the point of just looking at it.

"Tsk." He reached out and took the tablet out of Song Yan's hand, and stuffed the milk into his hand like a magic trick, "Watching this at night is not afraid of having nightmares."

The air conditioner in the master bedroom was turned on low, which made Song Yan's fingertips cold. He held the milk firmly, put his fingers together, and pressed them against the wall of the cup to keep warm. "It's been much better recently."

Lin Litian went to the controller by the door to increase the temperature of the air conditioner, and asked after hearing the words: "I used to have nightmares?"

Song Yan just answered casually, but he didn't expect that he would continue to ask. After thinking about it carefully, "I didn't sleep well before, and I can have all kinds of dreams, not just nightmares."

When I was young, because of my own illness, I dreamed of death countless times.

"What kind of dreams have you had?" Lin Litian didn't sit by the bed, but pulled a chair from the side and sat down.

Where does this start?It is difficult to remember the content of the dream when I am awake, and the question is so sudden.

Song Yan frowned and thought about it for a while, then shook his head, "It's a mess, I can't remember it."

Can't remember... Lin Litian changed his method and asked unexpectedly: "Then... will you dream of me?"

Song Yan's eyes widened for a moment, and the hand holding the cup suddenly tightened. Seeing that Lin Litian's tone didn't sound like a joke, he said, "I don't remember."

He said so, but he clearly knew he was lying.

He had dreamed of the man in front of him more than once.

Even if the content of most dreams has been forgotten, the emotions in the dreams will be retained.

The first time, he was ashamed of himself, but just as he couldn't control his mind, he couldn't control his dreams, and then there were more times, like a man in the desert saw an oasis, and he let it go. Indulge yourself in it.

Lin Litian didn't force him, but said softly: "It must be a good dream."

The person on the bed raised his head to drink milk silently, pretending not to hear.

"Little dumb." Lin Litian stared at his lips swallowing milk, and said lazily, "My school will hold a centennial celebration next month, and my tutor invited me to go back and give a speech."

During this period of time, Song Yan's health was much better than before. His usual pale lips were now dyed bright red, making his complexion whiter like snow. That redness was like a plum blossom in the snow.

Song Yan didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this matter, subconsciously nodded, "I know."

Lin Jianqing mentioned it last night, and he heard it.

"Do you want to go with me?" Lin Litian asked.

Song Yan said "ah", almost suspecting that he heard it wrong, "Together...to go?"

"En." Lin Litian nodded and explained, "Haven't you never been to my school? The speech shouldn't take long, and the rest of the time will take you shopping."

After hearing this sentence, Song Yan wanted to say something, but it got stuck in his throat, he hesitated to speak, and finally just said: "Okay."

Hearing his promise, Lin Litian chuckled comfortably, and took the cup in his hand, "Go to bed early."

Song Yanying: "Okay."

"Good night." After saying that, he reached out and rubbed the back of Song Yan's neck.

Lin Litian has a big palm, and his slender neck is like a piece of bamboo in his hand.

The rubbed area was hot and numb. Song Yan wanted to reach out to touch it, but he didn't dare. He could only straighten his back and watch Lin Litian leave the master bedroom. He didn't hold down the back of his neck until the door was closed.

The rubbed area felt the same temperature as other skin, but he just felt that a small piece seemed to be burning.

He drew his legs up, curled them up in front of him, and rested his chin on his knees dejectedly, recalling the urge to ignore him just now.

I impulsively wanted to ask Lin Litian what these ambiguous actions and words meant.

But he held back.

He was innocent and selfish. He wanted an answer, but was afraid of an answer.

If Lin Litian didn't have that intention, he would lose even the last touches that he longed for and made him extremely satisfied.

There were footsteps outside the door going downstairs and going upstairs, the door next door was opened and closed again, Song Yan still kept the original posture without moving.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day of the alma mater's anniversary. Every year during the graduation season, the school will always take advantage of the school celebration to find outstanding graduates from the past to return to the school to give speeches. The original body will receive invitations every year, but there is no time every year. .

But this year's situation is special, not only is the [-]th anniversary, but also the original mentor is about to retire, Lin Litian feels that he should give the mentor this face no matter what.

Before going out, Lin Litian leaned against the door of the master bedroom. Seeing Song Yan take out an unchanging white shirt from the closet, he squinted his eyes in disapproval, took it and hung it back in the closet, "Mr. Song, we are going to It’s the school, not the press conference, if you dress like this, will the passing students still have to bow to you?”

Song Yan withdrew his empty hand, tilted his head and glanced at the suit on his body, pursed his lips and remained silent.

His eyes blatantly condemned him for only allowing state officials to set fires, but not for the common people to light lamps.

Why can he wear a suit.

"I'm going to give a speech on stage, so I have to wear this." Lin Litian laughed at his little expression, "You don't need it, what kind of shirt are you wearing?"

Song Yan's eyes fell back to the almost uninspiring wardrobe, "Then what should I wear?"

After working, there are only shirts and suits of different colors and styles left in his closet. Except for work, he stays at home and wears home clothes and pajamas most.

Neither is suitable for wearing to school.

"Wait a minute." After speaking, Lin Litian went out and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, Uncle Qiu came to the villa with several big paper bags in his hand.

Lin Litian took the bag and asked Uncle Qiu to wait downstairs for a while, then went upstairs with the bag.

He took out the clothes from the bag and asked Song Yan to try them on.

Song Yan took it with a delicate expression, first looked up at Lin Litian, and then looked down at the clothes in his arms.

"Try it, can you tell if it fits just by looking at it?" Lin Litian urged.

He walked three steps and stopped one step, with an extremely reluctant expression, it was Lin Litian who pushed him into the bathroom.

Within a few minutes, the bathroom door was opened. Lin Litian, who was guarding the door, looked over and saw that the original light-colored home clothes were replaced by light green short T-shirts and gray slacks.

The trousers only reach the knees, and the straight white legs are exposed under the loose trousers. The short T is loose, and the waist is a little empty. The springy color seems to exist for Song Yan, and there is no sense of disobedience.

Just like a freshman who just entered college.

Song Yan opened his arms and swayed left and right. Lin Litian pulled him out of the bathroom, took a white baseball cap from the bag and helped him put it on, and pulled him out from the hole in the back.

Xiao Jie shook his head behind him, looking very excited.

"Can the glasses be taken off?" Lin Litian asked softly, looking down at the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Song Yanfei blinked a few times quickly, his eyelashes fluttering, "Yes."

His degree is not deep, and he can see clearly even if he takes off his glasses, only a little blurred difference, and he doesn't feel safe.

Taking off the glasses and putting them away, Lin Litian walked around the person in front of him with his arms folded, and said with a muffled smile, "Call me, brother, come and listen."

"..." Song Yan raised his head, revealing a pair of peach-blossom eyes from under the brim of his hat, and cried out helplessly.

"elder brother."

Lin Litian responded with satisfaction.

"My brother will take you to school."

The ending sound is full of smiles and uncontrollable joy.

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The author has something to say:

Uncle Qiu: I usually not only have to eat dog food, but also have to send clothes. It's unreasonable, inhuman, and heartless...

Song Yan: Uncle, I will triple your salary.

Uncle Qiu: Alright!I will definitely lift the clapboard in the future!