overdue lover

After having dinner with his parents on Christmas Eve, Ji Qinglin told them the news that he couldn't go home on New Year's Day.

Liang Jing didn't say anything, but she was obviously disappointed.

After the meal, the three chatted in the living room. The old-style maroon solid wood furniture was extremely dark under the light yellow light, like blood slowly flowing to the ground.

Ji Qinglin couldn't bear the stale, rotten and gradually ossified smell that had settled in the air for many years.

In the narrow and crowded living room, even the only window for ventilation was tightly blocked by dark blue shutters.

Even if the shutters are opened, it is useless. The teachers' family buildings are all old houses, and the windows are tightly welded by anti-theft nets.

Oxygen levels in the air seem to be falling off a cliff.

Ji Qinglin felt something stuck in his throat, but he couldn't cough it out, and couldn't swallow it down.

He said goodbye to his parents in a hurry and fled.

Walking on the road in a trance, the wind with ice slag blows through his hair, and the fresh air freezes him from the inside out.

Only then did Ji Qinglin regain consciousness, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

On the way home, he received a WeChat call from Gu Yinmo.

Ji Qinglin looked down at the incoming call that interrupted his good mood, paused and waited for a few seconds before answering it.

"Hello?" Ji Qinglin's voice trembled in the cold wind.

"it's me."

When Gu Yinmo's voice sounded, Ji Qinglin subconsciously looked up.

But what greeted him was only the cold wind blowing from all directions and the deserted streets.

When the two are dating, as long as Gu Yinmo calls, within 3 minutes, he will definitely appear in Ji Qinglin's field of vision.

Disappointed, Ji Qinglin twitched the corners of his lips mockingly—how could he have forgotten, counting this year, the two had broken up for five years.

In order to conceal his momentary distraction, Ji Qinglin asked straight to the point: "Is there something wrong, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Yinmo's side was very quiet, he let out a short muffled laugh when he heard this, "Someone will take you to the airport tomorrow morning."

Ji Qinglin was baffled by his laughter, but he still responded, "Got it."

"You should know where you are going this time, and bring more clothes."

Ji Qinglin's heart sank, he picked the buttons on his coat, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Got it."

Gu Yinmo seemed to be drunk, and his words were drunk, slowly and softly, "Ji Qinglin, is there anything...you want to tell me?"

Pei Yang's warning still echoed in his ears, reminding Ji Qinglin to wake up quickly, and not to be led by the nose by Gu Yinmo again.

Just when Gu Yinmo thought Ji Qinglin hung up the phone, he heard his voice.

"Mr. Gu, you and I...have nothing to talk about."

Gu Yinmo opened his mouth to interrupt him, but Ji Qinglin spoke again, "It's getting late, and I have to get up early to pack things tomorrow, so that's it, Mr. Gu."

After finishing speaking, Ji Qinglin hung up the phone without waiting for Gu Yinmo's answer.

The best way to control your own depression is not to touch it.

Not listening, not seeing, not seeing, not speaking, is the best solution to deal with the messy relationship between the two.

After hanging up Gu Yinmo's phone call, Ji Qinglin threw the phone into his coat pocket, feeling much more relaxed.

Said to get up early tomorrow morning to pack things, but Ji Qinglin suffered from insomnia.

Lying on the bed, he held the yellowed economics book on his chest, but he still didn't feel sleepy.

Ji Qinglin simply got up from the bed to pack the suitcase, and by the way, typed a schedule for the next few days on the computer according to the plan.

The next day, Ji Qinglin was woken up by Xie Lanchuan's knock on the door.

Ji Qinglin went out with dark circles under his eyes, while Xie Lanchuan stood at the table with deep-fried dough sticks and tofu nao.

This time, he bought two copies.

Ji Qinglin scratched his head, his voice was very nasal, "Thank you."

Xie Lanchuan hummed, indicating that he heard it.

While washing, Ji Qinglin sneezed several times in succession.

"Did you stay up late last night?"

The soundproofing of this house is not very good, it is normal for Xie Lanchuan to hear it, Ji Qinglin nodded, "Is it disturbing you?"

Xie Lanchuan looked up at him, "No, I'm staying up late too."

Ji Qinglin sniffled and asked curiously, "Are writers used to writing at night?"

"No." Xie Lanchuan thought about this question seriously, and then replied, "It depends on who you are with to get inspiration."

"Generally, it's better to be with someone who has feelings."

Ji Qinglin understands this feeling, and the same goes for photography. Not all brands and models are called, and hard work cannot produce good works.

After the meal, Ji Qinglin offered to wash the dishes and help Xie Lanchuan prepare meals for the next few days.

Xie Lanchuan said goodbye to him, and before entering the room, he suddenly said out of nowhere: "Last night's creation was very smooth."

Ji Qinglin didn't understand, shook his head, turned on the tap and continued to wash the dishes.

After ten o'clock, Ji Qinglin received a call from the driver. He wanted to say goodbye to Xie Lanchuan, but when he walked to the door, he thought that Xie Lanchuan might be creating, so he wrote a note and pasted it on the door.

Ji Qinglin went downstairs carrying a heavy suitcase, and immediately saw the Range Rover parked in front of the building.

The driver is Gu Yinmo's secretary.

Gu Yinmo sat in the back row of the car, and Pei Yang sat beside him.

Ji Qinglin's breath was stagnant, and he greeted the two with his usual expression.

In his capacity, he is not qualified to question why Huanyu's boss is so interested in a cover, and even followed him to the field to shoot, and even brought his lover with him.

All Ji Qinglin can do is shut up, get in the car, and land on the ground to work.

Sitting in the car, Ji Qinglin was about to pick up his mobile phone and ask other people if they had all their equipment, but he heard Gu Yinmo's voice behind him, "Your employees have already arrived at the airport, don't worry."

Ji Qinglin turned sideways, nodded slightly in thanks.

He didn't look at Gu Yinmo the whole time, but exchanged a look with Pei Yang instead.

After the security check, the plane took off smoothly, and Ji Qinglin chose to sit with his staff.

There are a total of five people working on this project. It is the first time for everyone to take a private jet, and it is also the first time to go to such a far city. It is a bit novel.

The plane climbed to a certain altitude and stabilized. Everyone crowded to the window to watch the scenery, chatting and discussing non-stop.

Ji Qinglin sat on the seat and fell asleep, and the songs in the Bluetooth headset were played one by one, which just covered up the voices of other people.

Lying like this, tiredness hit him, and he slowly fell asleep.

In deep sleep, Ji Qinglin felt that the Bluetooth headset was taken off by someone. He tried to open his eyes, but failed because he was too sleepy.

Then there was a soft rustling sound, Ji Qinglin was disturbed, frowned slightly, and continued to sleep with his face turned sideways.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Qinglin regained consciousness, moved his sore neck and straightened his body, and was surprised to find that he was covered with a soft coral fleece blanket.

Seeing him awake, Xiao Wang, who was eating a chicken leg, chuckled, "Brother Ji, you're awake, are you hungry?"

Ji Qinglin rubbed his eyes blankly, "It's okay."

Xiao Wang talked about chicken leg bones, "Brother, if you are hungry, you can go to the restaurant to eat. There are Western and Chinese styles, which are rich!"

Ji Qinglin picked up the blanket, "You covered me with this?"

Assistant Chenchen came over, took a look, and shook her head.

Xiao Wang, who was wiping his hands, slapped his head, "No one covered it for you before we went to lunch, but you saw it after you came back, did someone come in just now?"

Ji Qinglin suddenly realized that the bluetooth earphones were gone, and hurriedly opened the charging compartment of the earphones, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found the earphones inside.

Perhaps Xingruo, Ji Qinglin thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was only one answer.

Ji Qinglin stood up slowly, folded the blanket, and prepared to return it to Dai Xingruo later.

【Speak】

I'm sick of having a cold.

Prize quiz: Who helped cover the blanket?

Good night in advance!