overdue lover

The ambiguous thought was fleeting, but it caused an uproar in Ji Qinglin's heart.

He looked at Mr. Floys's confession to another person on the phone, but didn't know how to reply.

Tell him to relax?But letting go of a person is easier said than done.

It is not realistic to persuade him to chase the person he likes - this kind of painful experience once is enough, there is no need to pester him again and again.

Since it is impossible to look back, it is better to look forward, Ji Qinglin said after a little thought: "Mr. Floys deserves someone better."

The message has been read but not answered, Ji Qinglin did not wait for a reply, and walked up the stairs.

He easily found a lecture theater.

Entering through the back door, Ji Qinglin felt empty in the deserted classroom.

The windows outside the classroom were open, and the wind blew up the thin curtains. Ji Qinglin sat in a familiar position, looking at the first row.

In a daze, his eyes were filled with students in light clothes, with long hair, light makeup and short skirts, white shirts and jeans, and each face was filled with a youthful smile, which had not been left by time.

In front of the podium, the white-haired and impassioned professor never seemed to get tired.

The late summer wind blew over everyone's faces, and the weather was a little stuffy. Ji Qinglin sat in the last row with two bottles of iced Coke, staring intently at the backs of the boys in the front row.

The back of Gu Yinmo's head looks very obedient, which doesn't match his own dazzling light.

Ji Qinglin likes to observe Gu Yinmo from behind, he thinks this is his unique angle.

The heat wave, or maybe it was the heat in Ji Qinglin's palm that made the iced Coke bottle in his hand water droplets, and the water droplets first slowly and then quickly slid down the bottle, and when it hit his jeans, Gu Yinmo just looked back, Ji Qinglin's The heart throbbed like an electric shock.

He quietly waved to Gu Yinmo, Gu Yinmo's eyes swept over him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his index finger rested on his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Ji Qinglin hurriedly shrunk himself into a ball and hid behind the students, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

There was a 10-minute break between the two consecutive lectures. Gu Yinmo refused the invitation of his classmates to go out for a cigarette, and walked to Ji Qinglin's side.

Knocking on the table, with a serious tone: "Student, which college? What's the student number?"

Ji Qinglin didn't expose him, but deliberately showed weakness, and begged: "Senior, I'm just here to brush up on the get out of class...Does your class still need to be kept secret?"

Gu Yinmo cleared his throat, "Of course."

Then there was a chill in his arms, and a bottle of Coke was stuffed between his folded arms.

Cold drops of water wet the clothes on his chest.

"Senior—" Ji Qinglin blinked, shook Gu Yinmo's elbow, and pulled Chang Yin to act coquettishly, "Accommodating, huh?"

Gu Yinmo suppressed a smile, "This is not an example."

Ji Qinglin gave up the seat next to him, patted, "Senior, sit down."

Gu Yinmo seemed to be dazzled by the soft and waxy "senior", and even sat in the last row in the second class for an unprecedented time.

When the class bell rang, Ji Qinglin kept peeking at Gu Yinmo. Gu Yinmo turned his head in doubt and asked him what was wrong in a low voice.

Ji Qinglin artificially covered his mouth with his hands slightly, and acted in panic: "Ah, the senior is actually tempting the junior with wet body... I really don't see it!"

Gu Yinmo lowered his head, only to find the water stains on his chest, sideways face, Ji Qinglin's little expression of getting what he wanted was seen by him, Gu Yinmo pretended to be magnanimous and did not pursue it.

But under the suspicious gaze of the old professor, he secretly grabbed Ji Qinglin's hand, ignoring Ji Qinglin's blush from his neck to the tip of his ear, and continued to take notes with the other hand.

Watching Gu Yinmo tease him, Ji Qinglin didn't sit still.

He bent down, took Gu Yinmo's hand, and gently kissed the back of his hand with the silhouette of the classmate in front of him.

He could feel that Gu Yinmo's body froze, and his eyes trembled as he watched the courseware, obviously pretending to be calm.

The professor's roll call interrupted the two of them's little secret movements, and Gu Yinmo stumbled in answering the questions, causing the classmates to turn around to watch the excitement frequently.

For most of the next class, Ji Qinglin could feel Gu Yinmo's absent-mindedness. Sure enough, Gu Yinmo, who had been chasing after the professor to ask questions after class, closed the textbook with a snap, pulled Ji Qinglin up and ran outside.

In the activity room of the student union, Ji Qinglin was pressed behind the door by Gu Yinmo and kissed and kissed from light to deep, until he repeatedly patted Gu Yinmo's arm with tears in his eyes and begged softly before being released.

A moment of joy is enough to impress nostalgic people in their hearts.

Ji Qinglin's fingers caressed the seat where Gu Yinmo had sat, and the mottled wooden folding chair felt hazy and real to the touch.

He thought in vain, love is really a devil tormenting people, it is painful, but also succulent.

Outside the corridor, the sound of students' footsteps and chatter was getting closer and closer. When the front door was opened, Ji Qinglin withdrew his fingers and left the classroom as if fleeing.

What he is afraid of, even he himself does not know.

Passing by the classroom marked "Student Union Activity Room" along the corridor, he did not pause, but clenched his fingers and walked straight over.

When he went downstairs, he saw Mr. Floys asking him where he went to Luda.

Ji Qinglin answered him truthfully.

Mr. Floys casually asked if he had gone to the place he had walked with his lover.

When answering, Ji Qinglin had doubts.

Are he and Gu Yinmo lovers?It seems that only he can answer this question in the affirmative.

Ji Qinglin bit her lower lip, her eyes darkened, "We're not lovers, it's just that I like him unilaterally."

After posting, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Floys will think that I am being sentimental. There is no way, I have given him all my courage, but if I don't like it, I just don't like it."

"How do you know he doesn't like you?"

Mr. Floys replied quickly, and the tone of the question was very blunt, which made Ji Qinglin stunned.

Ji Qinglin thought he couldn't get used to his self-deprecation, didn't think much about it, and asked back: "Mr. Floys thinks that if he really likes someone, he will never take the initiative to contact him. He ran away when I decided to marry him, and even deliberately Haven't heard from him for five years?"

After sending this sentence, Ji Qinglin realized that he was irrational, but when he wanted to withdraw it, it had already become "read".

He thought it was okay, because there was a gap in venting about things that he never knew how to face, maybe Mr. Floys' answer would be more objective and rational.

But he waited for a long, long time, and Mr. Floys did not reply to him any more.

After re-reading the conversation between the two, Ji Qinglin also noticed the offense in his words, he shouldn't be emotional when he mentioned Gu Yinmo.

After lunch in the school cafeteria with anxiety, Ji Qinglin came to the place where Gu Yinmo and Gu Yinmo fed Xiaosanhua based on his memory, but was surprised to find that there was a kitten sculpture on the lawn there.

The little three flowers lying in the middle of the green grass are lifelike, with torch-like eyes, as if they are staring at the butterfly in front of them, trying to find the right time to pounce on them.

The life story of Xiao Sanhua is engraved on the small stone platform under the sculpture.

When Ji Qinglin saw the words "Go to Meow Planet in April xxxx", Ji Qinglin's eyes became hot, and he put his hand on its small head and rubbed it gently.

The cold touch reminded him that things were different.

At the end of the inscription, it is written in Xiaosanhua's tone: don't worry about me too much, live a good life!

Ji Qinglin got up, suddenly a strong wind blew by, as if a hand was brushing past his head, and a faint meowing of a cat faintly sounded in his ears.

Ji Qinglin looked around in a daze, the crowd was hurrying, and no other cats passed by.

He looked down at Xiao Sanhua's sculpture, and the heavy boulder hanging in his heart fell to the ground smoothly.

"Thank you." Ji Qinglin strengthened his decision, and sincerely thanked Xiao Sanhua.

Ji Qinglin remembered that Luo Huan said that the desserts she bought last time were from a newly opened store near Luda University, so she searched around the outside of the school, but in the end she couldn't find the dessert shop she mentioned.

When passing by a handicraft store, Ji Qinglin saw the woodcut little three flowers hanging in the window, so he bought three and prepared to give them to Luo Huan and Mr. Floys back home.

When I got home and took out the key to open the door, Luo Huan was coming out of another elevator.

Ji Qinglin subconsciously turned around and greeted her.

"Where did Mr. Ji go to play today?" Luo Huan asked curiously.

"Go to his alma mater," Ji Qinglin thought of something, took out the little Sanhua keychain from the side pocket of the backpack, and handed two to Luo Huan, "For you and Mr. Floys, by the way... help me to apologize to him .”

"Apologize?" Luo Huan frowned.

Ji Qinglin bit her lower lip embarrassingly, "It's just... the tone of my conversation with Mr. Floys was not very good today, I think he might be... angry..."

Luo Huan's tense mood relaxed a little, and she easily persuaded, "Apology is only effective if you say it yourself, and you just think he is angry, maybe he is just busy and forgot to reply to your message, Mr. Ji don't Carrying everything on yourself, isn't it tiring to live like this?"

She made sense, Ji Qinglin smiled dryly and nodded.

Luo Huan sighed inwardly, and deliberately teased: "Why do I feel...Mr. Ji and my boss are like a young couple who are at odds?"

Ji Qinglin glanced at Luo Huan's "knocked out" expression, shook his head helplessly and said, "You think too much, Mr. Floys has someone he likes, and I don't want to be a stand-in."

Luo Huan nodded thoughtfully. Knowing the truth, she didn't intend to expose the two's affairs so quickly, so she took the keychain and planned to open the door.

Ji Qinglin's voice came from behind, "By the way, I didn't find the dessert shop you mentioned last time."

Luo Huan paused, turned his back to Ji Qinglin and raised his eyebrows, turned around and already thought of an excuse, "Ah...that shop is in a small alley, hidden quite deep, I'll give you what Mr. Ji wants to eat after class." You buy it back."

How could Ji Qinglin bother Luo Huan because of his gluttony, so he quickly said no, and he will look for it next time.

After the two said goodbye, Luo Huan breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the porch. Looking at the keychain, he was really afraid that he might accidentally tell Ji Qinglin the truth.

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