overdue lover

To Ji Qinglin, being brave is like reborn.

He was brave for Gu Yinmo, but the result was too tragic for him to bear.

From then on, he hid in the cocoon he made with peace of mind, leaving only a gray and withered look to his life.

He sees Mr. Floys as his salvation.

Fortunately, Mr. Floys readily agreed to his invitation and promised to help him change.

Mr. Floys listed fifty things that Ji Qinglin needed to complete in 21 days.

The moment Ji Qinglin saw the to-do list, he was a little puzzled, and then he asked tentatively: "Mr. Floys...will you come with me?"

Mr. Floys told him after a brief input: "No, this is going to be done by you alone, but I'll watch over you."

The words "I will look at you" were like a cat's paw stepping on Ji Qinglin's heart gently, itching.

Ji Qinglin shamelessly thought, Mr. Floys is really good at it.

But then he snuffed out the little fire in his heart, and was embarrassed by the thought he had offended.

Mr. Floys seemed to have seen through his little thoughts, and sent another sentence: "I will not force you to do something, and you should not have a psychological burden. This matter is based on the help of an equal relationship."

"I volunteered to do it for you."

Seeing this, Ji Qinglin blushed even more—maybe it was because he had been lonely for too long, he never thought that he would have unreasonable thoughts about someone he had never met before, and be noticed by others.

Ji Qinglin bit her lower lip hard, quickly typed out a line and sent it.

After sending it over, he saw that there were two typos in one sentence.

It's not too late to withdraw, but Mr. Floys, who has been holding his mobile phone, should have seen it.

Ji Qinglin made up a dumbfounding emoji, "I typed a little too fast, there are a few typos."

Ji Qinglin is always very serious in strange places, and Xin He and other friends have complained about this matter many times.

But he is always belatedly aware.

Just like this time, if Mr. Floys didn't see the typo, but he noticed something wrong after being reminded by him, it would appear that he was very serious.

Just when Ji Qinglin was struggling to explain, Mr. Floys sent an emoji of a cute cat with a postscript, "Mr. Ji, you are too nervous."

Ji Qinglin pinched his fingers. He felt that what Mr. Floys said was right, so he forced himself to relax his tense nerves slowly.

But when he thought of the industry boss on the opposite side of the phone, his heart couldn't stop surging, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Then Mr. Floys asked Ji Qinglin what was the last happy thing.

Ji Qinglin looked at Tulip and thought about it, and finally gave up.

"I have nothing to be happy about."

Of course I was happy when I got the IPA award, but the photo was planned by Xin He, and Ji Qinglin didn't feel the joy of victory; Time is happy; after he joined the job, he traveled from one studio to another on location, socializing with one authority after another in the industry. During that time, he drank until he was numb, and he was very happy when there was no drinking party, but it was hard to say. Mr. Lois listens to his own bad experiences at work.

If you want to describe it, his life is a cup of over-diluted coffee.

It is bland and tasteless when you drink it, and there are bursts of empty bitterness when you sip it carefully.

If you want people to talk about their feelings, there is really nothing to say.

Ji Qinglin himself felt that he was living a ridiculous life.

Mr. Floys did not laugh at him, and his reply was full of seriousness: "Then the first thing to do now is to make you learn to be happy."

Ji Qinglin propped his chin with his hands, and laughed helplessly.

He also didn't think that he, who was in the middle of the third year, needed to learn how to be happy.

"Can Mr. Ji go out now?"

Ji Qinglin was taken aback, and wrote: "Yes."

"Then can I trouble Mr. Ji to do the first thing now?"

The first thing... Ji Qinglin clicked on the list, and his eyes fell on the first line.

"Sit in the afternoon sun and drink a cup of tea with lemon."

This matter does not seem to be difficult, but for Ji Qinglin who stays at home all year round, it would be particularly awkward to spend an afternoon doing nothing outside.

"I...try." Ji Qinglin looked at Tu Jinxiang again, and decided to try to take the first step.

Mr. Floys suggested to him: "If you are nervous, you can listen to the song "Levitating", which is very suitable for cultivating a happy mood."

It was sunny outside, and Ji Qinglin changed into a lotus-colored round-neck sweater that he had bought home and hadn’t worn a few times. He wore dark jeans and a light windproof jacket. Before going out, he brushed his hair in front of the mirror. The whole person looks much more energetic.

When he walked out of the house, he suddenly realized that winter is passing and spring is coming.

The willows in the community have sprouted new shoots, the color of the holly has become brighter, and a few green spots have appeared on the gray-yellow ground.

The sparrows were chirping on the branches, and when Ji Qinglin walked under the tree, they flapped their wings and flew away.

"What did you see?" asked Mr. Floys.

Ji Qinglin squinted his eyes and looked at the sun, and answered him in his heart, I seem to see spring.

Of course you can't reply like this, Ji Qinglin typed in a regular manner: "Willows, green belts, sparrows."

Mr. Floys seemed to smile, "Then you walked slowly enough, I thought you had at least found the lemon tea."

Ji Qinglin looked down at his legs, and smiled wryly, "I was injured a while ago, so I really walk very slowly."

After a while, he took the initiative to find a topic, "Is it not convenient for Mr. Floys to travel? I saw that rehabilitation equipment was installed during the renovation of your home."

The waiting time for a reply is the longest.

Ji Qinglin put away his phone and continued walking forward.

He took a taxi to the central park in Lucheng, where the budding cherry blossoms enveloped the park in pink, and when the wind blows, the pink is full of movement, with a faint fragrance.

Children are playing and laughing on the lawn of the park, where some people have dinner together, and some people are flying kites on the hills of the park.

Ji Qinglin walked through the bustling crowd and saw a mobile handicraft shop on the edge of the park square.

The proprietress is a chubby girl who lives alone in the city in a caravan, earning a living by making handicrafts and buying milk tea and snacks.

There are several folding tables and chairs for customers to rest under the huge sunshade of the RV, and several children are carefully modeling the clay in their hands.

Ji Qinglin had noticed this girl a long time ago, but she seemed to be very popular with children, every time she passed by, there were always many children around her.

Ji Qinglin was a little afraid of children.

He stood opposite the RV and watched from a distance for a while, and finally worked up the courage to walk towards the girl.

There were not many people queuing up to buy lemon tea, and when Ji Qinglin was queuing, a couple of young couples followed behind him, and their voices of Qingqing came to Ji Qinglin's ears from time to time.

Their topic was about study. The girl said that the tutor was very strict, and urged the students to write papers quickly after the opening report was finished. The boy comforted his girlfriend and said that every tutor is also for the good of the students, so that the girl can calm down.

Then they chatted about buying a house.

The boy estimated that he could earn 10,000+ yuan a year, enough to pay a down payment, and then get married and repay the mortgage together. The girl had no objection to his plan, and the two were excitedly planning for the future.

When Ji Qinglin heard this, he couldn't help looking back from the corner of his eye.

He and Gu Yinmo also talked about buying a house, but they had a dispute on this matter.

Gu Yinmo is not short of money to buy a house, but he feels that there is no need to rush to buy a house. It would be great if there is enough room for two people to live in.

However, Ji Qinglin insisted on saving all the money to buy the apartment he was looking for.

After Gu Yinmo left, he finally saved enough money to buy a house, took the card and entered the password under the envious gaze of the sales lady.

The bank card was cleared, and he finally had the little home he had dreamed of.

No one understands how he wants to escape from his native family, and Gu Yinmo is no exception.

Just as Ji Qinglin was thinking, the girl in charge of ordering snapped his fingers in front of him, bringing him back to his senses.

The girl smiled brightly, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"A cup of lemon tea, thank you." Ji Qinglin took out his mobile phone to scan the payment code.

The girl manipulated it, and then said to Ji Qinglin: "Congratulations on becoming the thousandth customer this year, we will give you ten chances for free orders. This is a free order card for you."

As she spoke, she took out a card with a bunny printed on it from the drawer under the table, and there were ten grids on the back.

She smiled and asked Ji Qinglin: "Do you want to use the free bill now?"

Fortunately, it was a little sudden, Ji Qinglin blinked and nodded in a daze.

The girl picked up the seal and stamped a star on the grid behind the card, handed the meal ticket and card to Ji Qinglin, and signaled him to go to the other side to pick up the meal.

Ji Qinglin took the card and walked to the food pick-up line, looked at it blankly, still a little bit unbelievable that such a thing would happen to him.

He was no longer the age to believe that Santa Claus would hide presents in socks, so he felt something was wrong no matter what he thought.

The phone vibrated, and it was Mr. Floys who had a message.

Mr Floys said: "My legs are old."

Ji Qinglin got the lemon tea, took a photo and sent it to him, "The task was successfully completed."

Immediately another photo appeared in the dialog box.

It's a cup of black coffee.

Ji Qinglin zoomed in on the photo, carefully looked at the scene other than the coffee, trying to figure out what mood Mr. Floys was in and what he was doing.

A tall and straight figure with slightly long hair, wide shoulders and narrow waist appeared in front of his eyes. The man did not turn around, and sat quietly on the sunny balcony in the afternoon, occasionally looking down at the news on his mobile phone. Click on the calm words on the phone.

This feels very familiar - the man's profile is very similar to Gu Yinmo's.

Ji Qinglin suddenly realized something, shook his head to get rid of those thoughts that he shouldn't have, then turned off the screen of the phone, and took a big gulp of sour lemon tea.

This sour, sour into the bottom of my heart.

He knew he should not be so curious about Mr. Floys.

This feeling is like a young heart being seduced/led by the smooth-talking slut on the other side of the Internet. The anxiety of waiting for Mr. Floys' reply and the nervousness of facing Mr. Floys are exactly the same as the sprouting of a spring heart.

Ji Qinglin felt very guilty for the serious and calm Mr. Floys.

Sighing, looking at the swaying bubbles in the lemon tea crushed ice, he muttered to himself: "Ji Qinglin, what are you thinking..."

Mr. Floys didn't pay attention to Ji Qinglin's abnormality at all, and asked him how he felt.

Ji Qinglin touched the position of his heart, and replied truthfully: "It's a little sour."

"lemon tea?"

No, it's my heart.

But he replied with an "um".

【Speak】

The next few chapters will be sweet, as if Lao Gu is chasing his wife? (I'm a little worried that he's going to be schizophrenic hhh)

Good night in advance! ! !