overdue lover

Chapter 50 Happy New Year

Ji Qinglin admits that he is selfish.

He excused that he didn't have a good rest, and fled out of the living room.

Every minute and every second with Liang Jing made him suffocate.

The door was closed tightly, and the slight dusty smell in the air almost made him travel back to his youth in an instant.

He remembered reading a comic when he was in junior high school. The protagonist of the comic was originally an ordinary high school student, but one day he discovered something abnormal in his family. It was not until the final team battle with the boss that the protagonist knew that his father was an agent of a certain country. His mother is a spy, and even the useless brother he looks down on the most is a top academic bully pretending to be a scumbag.

Ji Qinglin didn't finish the book because Liang Jing found it the next day and confiscated it.

Liang Jing didn't say anything, with a sullen face, she asked Ji Qinglin to tear the book into pieces one by one.

Then, as always, he told Ji Qinglin to wash his hands and eat.

The pile of torn books was placed on the floor of the living room. People walked by, picking up white scraps of paper, spinning in the air, and falling down again.

Ji Qinglin turned around and glanced at the book, took a deep breath, his throat seemed to be stuffed with chicken feathers, he covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times, his brain went numb.

Ji Qinglin raised his injured right hand to look at it, stroked his Adam's apple with his left hand, and his eyelashes trembled.

He used to think that his family was the same as that written in that book, and all the unreasonable things in the end would have reasonable explanations.

But he has not waited for the result yet.

Maybe there are parents who don't love their children in this world.Ji Qinglin advised himself not to think too much, they just don't love themselves.

In the afternoon, dumplings were made, and the TV in the living room was on, playing a love story of a middle-aged man. Liang Jing liked to watch this kind of TV series the most, and kept her eyes on the TV.

Ji Qinglin's gaze flicked past Liang Jing from time to time, and landed on his father who was writing at the desk in the corner.

Liang Jing called him several times but he didn't respond, and finally had to reach out and shake his hand in front of him.

Ji Qinglin made a quick "ah" and asked her what's the matter.

Liang Jing said while making dumplings: "How is your girlfriend? What does her family say?"

"She..." Ji Qinglin paused, put down the dumpling wrapper in his hand, and bravely said, "We broke up, some time ago."

"Click."

The sound of chopsticks falling to the floor broke the dead silence.

"Break up? Why? Was her family unwilling? Or did she fall in love with someone else? Tell me about your child, what's going on?" Every word was sharp, forcing Ji Qinglin to have nowhere to hide.

Ji Qinglin bit her lower lip, lowered her head and said, "It's not her fault, it's me... I did something wrong, and I'm sorry for her."

Hearing this, Liang Jing became even more excited, her voice suddenly raised, "You, you, did she know about the previous things? Did she know about your liking for men?! You haven't changed it yet, have you? Ji Qinglin You tell the truth!"

Seeing that Ji Qinglin didn't speak, she broke down even more. She threw the half-wrapped dumplings on the chopping board, pulled Ji Qinglin's sleeves with flour-stained hands, and cried, "Look at me! Look at me! Talk to me!" !"

Ji Qinglin had to face her, and was so frightened by her hysteria that his breath trembled.

He gritted his teeth, waved Liang Jing away cruelly, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "No!"

"...I really changed."

I don't like anyone, and I don't have feelings for anyone. If this is the case, isn't it considered a change?

I already know I was wrong, how far are you going to push me?

Ji Qinglin stared at his mother in a daze, the tip of his nose was so sore that he almost forced tears, he bit the soft flesh on the inner wall of his mouth hard, and endured the bitterness in his heart.

Ji Qinglin's reaction made Liang Jing suddenly realize that she had gone too far. She smiled awkwardly, stretched out her hand to smooth out the folds on Ji Qinglin's clothes, picked up the chopsticks from the ground, and walked towards the kitchen without saying anything. .

The living room was quiet again, and the TV was still playing loudly. Ji Qinglin glanced at the TV, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

No matter how bloody TV series is, it is not as clichéd as his life.

Until the reunion dinner, the atmosphere at home was not as harmonious as before.

Opposite to Ji Qinglin was his father who was eating sullenly. He ate and chewed wax after a meal. After eating, Ji Qinglin packed up the dishes and went to wash the dishes. His father still turned his back to everyone and faced the corner to write with a brush. Mother walked from the living room to the bedroom, and From the bedroom to the bathroom, back and forth.

Ji Qinglin waited for the water to fill up, then turned to look at his father who was wearing a gray sweater and black dress pants.

No matter what, he couldn't connect this bleak man with the man who was having fun with his cheating partner.

The man in front of me is mediocre, boring, even pedantic, sitting in that corner all year round, silent, working with poetry and songs, ordinary-looking jobs, thrown in the crowd will be drowned.

But beside that woman, he can laugh, make trouble, tell jokes, and have romance in his eyes.

Ji Qinglin even began to wonder if there was something wrong with his moral standards, why he would sympathize with a cowardly man who cheated.

When he came back to his senses, the water in the sink had overflowed, so he hurriedly turned off the tap.

After cleaning the dishes, the Spring Festival Gala has already started. The singing and dancing program at the beginning was mediocre, and the skits were even less funny. Ji Qinglin stayed up until nine o'clock, yawned, and went back to his room with the excuse that he was a little tired.

In previous years, before going to bed, he would say "Happy New Year" to his parents, but now he really has no energy to say this.

The secrets buried in his heart and his unhealed body made him extremely tired.

Liang Jing raised her head and glanced at him, her gaze paused on his right hand, her lips tightened, and her gaze shifted to the TV again.

No one spoke until Ji Qinglin closed the door tightly.

Chilling?Ji Qinglin asked himself.

He shook his head against the air, persuading himself that this is what it should be, that parents don't need to care about their children all the time, not to mention that he is not young anymore, so he should be on his own.

But the heart still kept throbbing.

Fortunately, the outside can be seen from the small bedroom. After ten o'clock, the fireworks outside the window attracted Ji Qinglin's attention.

Fireworks of various colors exploded in the purple-black night, like splashing paint on the black drawings, waiting for someone to paint.

Ji Qinglin opened the window, and the cold wind hit his face.

His already poor health was even worse after experiencing the avalanche, and he still felt the cold burrowing into his bones despite wearing a down jacket.

Holding his knees and curling up his body, Ji Qinglin felt better.

There were more and more fireworks outside, and there was a smell of gunpowder smoke in the air. Ji Qinglin was unfamiliar with this smell, so he couldn't help but took a deep breath.

As a result, I choked myself and coughed.

He coughed and coughed to make himself laugh, picked up his phone and planned to share this stupid thing, but after looking through the list for a long time, he suddenly realized that he didn't know who he could share it with.

Xin He must be playing games with his girlfriend. Dai Xingruo is filming at this time, and just posted a complaint about the New Year's Eve on the set in Moments. Xie Lanchuan must be creating. It is not appropriate to share such trivial matters with him.

Finally, a person's name appeared in Ji Qinglin's mind. He pursed his lips and subconsciously denied that person.

But once the thought appeared, it couldn't be stopped, and Ji Qinglin could even imagine what he looked like when he saw his message.

——It must be a "childish" rant, and then smell it together, and then look at yourself proudly with the attitude of "Look, why am I okay".

That person always has some weird desire to win.

But that was in the past, the person now is strange and terrifying.

Ji Qinglin was choked to the point of tears, his nose sore, and a tear fell down.

This is a normal reaction to being choked, Ji Qinglin lied to himself.

Then he picked up his mobile phone to find a good angle to capture a few fireworks, ready to post to Moments at zero o'clock.

When he was struggling with what copywriting to use to post photos, his new neighbor Luo Huan sent him a "Happy New Year" message.

Ji Qinglin was puzzled for a while before clicking on the message, and then felt that it was nothing to send New Year greetings from neighbors, so he casually replied "You too, Happy New Year".

Luo Huan didn't reply, Ji Qinglin thought it might be a group post, so he didn't care.

A few minutes before zero o'clock, Ji Qinglin decided not to write any copy this year, and just sent a few fireworks that he had adjusted to his liking, and let it go for a while.

The grayish-white gunpowder smoke from the fireworks burnt out hung over the city, and it could not dissipate for a long time, and it was gray everywhere, but the children downstairs were laughing, carrying little red lanterns and running around beside their parents, Ji Qinglin's depression was overwhelmed. The child's laughter eased a lot.

He picked up his phone again, and Luo Huan sent him a message, asking if he was home, and was going to send him some dumplings.

Ji Qinglin was surprised that she moved into a new home so soon.

Luo Huan went back to him and said that it was not her new home, she was just taking care of the master's nanny, and she would come upstairs to clean up in advance, and the master would move here after a year.

Still working on New Year's Eve, Ji Qinglin lamented her dedication, but also felt that her master was too tricky and harsh.

Luo Huan asked him a few more casual questions and then stopped talking. Looking at the time, it was already past midnight.

Ji Qinglin was a little regretful that he couldn't get stuck, but he still had to post it. Once it was posted on Moments, the number of likes increased visible to the naked eye.

He also received New Year's greetings messages from his colleagues in the circle, regardless of whether they were sent in groups or not, he would reply one by one seriously. After finishing these, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

The phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number called.

Ji Qinglin picked it up in doubt and asked who it was.

There was the sound of even and heavy breathing, accompanied by the familiar ticking of medical instruments in the background.

After panicking for a moment, Ji Qinglin quickly calmed down. He didn't speak, and the other side was also silent.

After a long time, a deep and familiar voice resounded over there: "...Ji Qinglin."

This was the first conversation between the two after the close escape.

In a daze, Ji Qinglin almost thought that several lifetimes had passed, and the three words "Gu Yinmo" were forever erased from his life.

He was dumbfounded, and glanced at the intensifying fireworks outside the window.

"Happy New Year."

Gu Yinmo stole his lines.

Ji Qinglin sighed with complicated emotions, "Happy New Year, Gu Yinmo."

At this moment, a large red firework exploded by his window, accompanied by a festive sound, the red color filled half of the sky, which was particularly conspicuous in the gunpowder smoke.

Let's all go.

It will all pass.Ji Qinglin thought silently.

No longer obsessed with love and hate, entangled in illusory phantoms, and manage his own life well, this is what he should do.

Thinking of it this way, Ji Qinglin felt much calmer.

He smiled easily, "How is your recovery?"

"It's okay." Gu Yinmo replied briefly, and then asked Ji Qinglin back.

Ji Qinglin looked at the phone number on the screen and said it was okay.

He can't treat Gu Yinmo with the same attitude as an ordinary friend. A calm dialogue is already the biggest concession he can make.

Someone came from Gu Yinmo's side, he hurriedly said goodbye, and then hung up the phone.

Ji Qinglin touched his stuffy heart and smiled with relief.

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