Chapter 78 I Forgive You

After the "My boyfriend and I are the best in the world" meme, Gu Lin seemed to have a breakthrough, and Ji Tong realized for the first time that jealousy could be expressed in this way.

At first, Ji Tong tried to reason with her boyfriend, saying that the time when he was most jealous was when he gave Chen Yongjie the nickname "Little Wheat," but Gu Lin remained unmoved.

Ji Tong pressed on: "Next time, shall I take you to Professor Shi's class in Building Six? Teacher..."

Gu Lin turned a page of his book.

"On the day you went to class in Building 6, did you sit with Ke Tongguang?"

Ji Tong: "…………"

Ji Tong finally understood what it meant to be punished, it's just a matter of time.

During the peak of the popularity of personality tests, Ji Tong was curious about what kind of personality Gu Lin had.

Today it was officially confirmed that I have a dumpling-type personality.

Ji Tong recalled her first year of high school after a long time.

When Gu Lin first entered No. 1 High School, he was not talkative and always had a cold demeanor when interacting with others.

Having grown up abroad, being two years older than his classmates, coming from a wealthy family, and possessing such a handsome face, his "aloofness" became an asset under the influence of various buffs. In his first year of high school, which was also the time of his "chuunibyou" (adolescent delusions of grandeur), Li Yuan, the king of chuunibyou, once secretly posted a message on his WeChat Moments: "I bet that unapproachable handsome guy in the class will definitely have a huge tattoo on his arm if he lifts up his school uniform."

It wasn't until two weeks after the start of the semester, during a rainy PE class, that Ji Tong pulled Gu Lin along to play the King's Game.

Only then did the class realize that even the seemingly unapproachable, handsome guy could descend to earth.

There were a lot of people in that game, and Li Yuan had good luck, drawing China's ace in the first round.

He has good luck with his hands, but his eyesight is even better.

The deck of cards was prepared by Li Yuan, and there was a card with a folded corner, which was the Ace of Spades, which Gu Lin happened to draw.

At the time, Li Yuan still held a strong stereotype, thinking that a handsome man who had returned from an "open" foreign country, and who was also an adult, must have a rich romantic history.

What can quickly liven up an atmosphere? Without a doubt, it's talking about love.

What can liven up the atmosphere more than talking about love? Of course, it's talking about handsome guys' love lives.

So Li Yuan pretended not to know about the folded card and tailored a punishment for them: "Number 1 and Number 2, please describe in detail your most recent romantic experience."

The first to show his card was the class's sports representative, who displayed it generously.

"My most recent romantic experience was when I was pursuing my kindergarten degree, and I met her, who had pigtails."

Before he could finish speaking, he was carried away.

At the same time, the Ace of Spades was revealed on the table.

Upon seeing that it was Gu Lin, everyone at the table fell silent.

Even Ji Tong leaned back in his chair, listening intently, when he heard a sentence—

"No."

“Gu…Brother Lin? You’re two years older than us, can I call you Brother Lin?” Li Yuan addressed him directly for the first time. “Brother Lin? You can’t possibly not have one? Who are you trying to fool?!”

Gu Lin repeated his answer: "No."

Half of the people on the table believed it, and the other half didn't.

Ji Tong belongs to the former category.

At that time, he sat next to Gu Lin and thought that with this kind of personality, if he really established a close relationship in the future, he would probably have his own set of rules.

Perhaps she is a sexually frigid person with no worldly desires.

The past is fleeting.

Now, Ji Tong sat cross-legged, looking down at the purplish-red marks on her calves.

It's his fault; he misjudged people when he was young.

That was a miscalculation.

-

From Thursday to Sunday, Ji Tong didn't leave the Peninsula. The furthest she went was Saturday night when she and Gu Lin went downstairs for a walk around the neighborhood because she was a little full.

During this time, Ji Tong was unaware that he was still using the same phone as Gu Lin until Sunday afternoon when his uncle called to ask Ji Tong who he had just been talking to.

Ji Tong was doing an analysis of architectural precedents for vertical spaces at the time, and was taken aback when she heard this: "No, I'm doing a major assignment."

Song Zhenshu: "The phone line was busy the whole time?"

Ji Tong then remembered: "Oh, it wasn't me making the call. The phone was with Gu Lin just now. He was talking to Auntie."

Ji Tong turned on speakerphone, put it aside, and continued drawing his exploded axonometric projection: "My phone is broken, doesn't Uncle know that?"

Song Zhenshu: "..."

Song Zhenshu: "Ji Tong, could you please check your calendar? Do I need to remind you? Your phone broke the day you returned to Anjing from Berlin, and today is the fourth day."

"Four days is enough time, even if you send a phone back from Germany, it would arrive by then, and you still haven't bought one?"

"You're not planning to buy one? You're just going to share one forever?"

After being asked three questions in a row by his uncle, Ji Tong realized that something was indeed wrong.

"Okay, okay," Ji Tong said, "I'll buy it right away."

Song Zhenshu's temples throbbed, and he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you two feel uncomfortable?"

"No, is there anything inconvenient?"

The wallpaper for Gu Lin was designed by Ji Tong, the app categories were set according to Ji Tong's habits, the phone models were the same, the lock screens were the same, and even the bank card passwords were the same.

After a long silence, Song Zhenshu said "Fine," told Ji Tong the time he would return to China, and hung up the phone.

Under repeated urging from his uncle, Ji Tong placed an order for a flash delivery, and the new phone arrived an hour later.

The old phone still wouldn't turn on, and data couldn't be transferred for the time being. Fortunately, important records and photos were backed up, so Ji Tong wasn't in a hurry. He just spaced out for a while while transferring WeChat chat history.

He deleted Gu Lin very decisively at the time, deleting everyone he could contact, so there was no reason to keep any chat history.

But it's not that we can't see it.

Gu Lin still has it; you can look it up anytime you want.

Even so, it's not on my phone.

Gu Lin sat next to Ji Tong, their knees touching and their forearms touching.

Ji Tong narrowed his eyes, opened WeChat, and typed a line of text in a flurry.

Gu Lin's phone beeped, and he picked it up to take a look.

[You're absolutely right, listen carefully: Just so someone doesn't forget, this is a reminder that your boyfriend is still angry and hasn't forgiven you yet.]

[Everything you said is right, listen carefully: Starting today, ask him every day, "Are you calm now? Can you forgive me now?"]

[Everything you said is correct. Listen carefully: Did you hear me?]

Gu Lin read the three lines of text over and over again, but didn't type anything. He turned to look at him and smiled.

"I heard you, my magnanimous boyfriend."

After resting for four days, Ji Tong was still a little unaccustomed to being woken up by her alarm clock on Monday.

He turned around to call out to Gu Lin, but his hand reached out and found nothing.

The blankets were cold, as if I had been up for a while.

Ji Tong sat up in bed and vaguely heard noises coming from the kitchen outside.

Just as he was about to pull back the covers, the door was pushed open.

Gu Lin seemed a little surprised to see him awake. He walked in from the door and picked up the sweater and pants from the sofa: "You woke up by yourself?"

Ji Tong had no idea when Gu Lin had prepared the clothes, but the outfit was decent enough, so she took off her pajamas and changed into a sweater: "I set an alarm."

"I've turned it off."

“No wonder the phone didn’t ring,” Ji Tong said. “I ordered two, one phone and this.”

Ji Tong picked up the popcorn alarm clock from the bedside table and showed it to Gu Lin.

Ji Tong had just taken the alarm clock apart yesterday. It was said that it would emit the smell of popcorn when it rang, so Ji Tong set an alarm on a whim to test it out.

He couldn't smell the popcorn, but the sound was quite loud.

"Did you make breakfast?" Ji Tong asked as she got dressed.

"Um."

"What did you do?"

"Shumai and wontons, and steamed pumpkin."

Ji Tong changed into her sweater, quickly put on her pants, and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Gu Lin leaned against the bathroom door while washing up.

Ji Tong, biting her toothbrush, looked at him in the mirror. Because her mouth was full of foam, her voice was muffled: "Kang what?"

Gu Lin did not answer.

Ji Tong quickly washed her face, but didn't dry it. She turned her face away from the mirror and looked him directly in the eye.

The bathroom and master bedroom were separated by a partition, with the floor a few centimeters lower, so Ji Tong had to tilt her head slightly to look at him.

Gu Lin raised his hand to wipe the water droplets from Ji Tong's chin, then lowered his head and kissed him.

What started as a simple touch caused Ji Tong to instinctively open her mouth, and Gu Lin seized the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

After the kiss, Ji Tong bumped her forehead against his chin, signaling him to move away, but then she heard a voice say—

"Are you calm now?"

Ji Tong stepped on his foot.

We're waiting here.

He added, "There's one more thing."

Gu Lin chuckled for a moment before speaking, "Could you please forgive me?"

"I'm still angry."

"Can't."

"Get out of the way."

"cooked rice."

After refusing three times in a row, she respected her boyfriend's hard work in getting up early, showing a good balance between reward and punishment, which made Ji Tong very satisfied.

After finishing breakfast, the two headed to school as usual.

If in the past there were about a hundred people greeting Ji Tong, today the number has at least tripled.

Ji Tong didn't react at first, until she stepped into the classroom—

"Oh dear, look who's here."

"Hey, isn't this our 'male lead'?"

"This is the 'male lead'? I remember he was a new classmate just half a month ago, how did he become the 'male lead' in the blink of an eye?"

Hahahahaha.

Ji Tong: "…………"

When she typed it, Ji Tong didn't think anything of it, except that she objectively corrected her senior's use of "female lead". Now, she felt a sense of shame as her screen name was read aloud in public.

The boys in the front row laughed so hard the long table was shaking. After they finished laughing, they came over and said, "Tong, according to international procedure, shouldn't you treat us to dinner next?"

Ji Tong's face was a little hot. He covered his face with the book, and in a fit of desperation, said, "Go ask your 'male lead' to invite him."

Ge Guang looked at the "male lead": "Male lead, what do you mean?"

The male lead nodded: "You guys pick a time."

Ge Guang whistled first, and a chorus of shouts erupted from below.

The "male lead" hype lasted for over a week before the class started calling him "Brother Lin" again.

Anjing's first spring rain of the year fell on the 19th, later than usual.

It was a Saturday, and Ji Tong woke up earlier than Gu Lin, which was rare for him. He carefully got out of bed, lifted the covers, and then took the blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over himself.

After washing up, Ji Tong went to the kitchen to brew a pot of tea, poured herself a cup, and then carried the teacup to the balcony.

I don't know when it started raining, and the whole city was shrouded in mist.

Ji Tong pushed the balcony window open halfway, took a sip of tea, and reached out to feel the wind.

The March wind still carried a chill. He curled his fingers, pulled them back, and was about to shrink back into the blanket when someone grabbed his hand from behind.

Gu Lin walked over, holding two tissues in his hand, and wiped the moisture from Ji Tong's palms.

Ji Tong didn't ask him when it started, but held the teacup to his lips: "Take a sip, it's new tea."

Gu Lin took a sip, didn't comment on the tea, and asked those two questions.

For the past week, the first thing Gu Lin has said every morning when he wakes up is, "Have you calmed down yet?"

Ji Tong's answers were all the same: "I'm still angry" and "No."

But today, Ji Tong smiled and said two words: "Soon."

Just like the day I returned from Berlin, it felt "soon".

It rained for two days straight.

Ji Tong's answer the next day was also "Soon".

Gu Lin thought the third day would be the same, until the early hours of the third day when he heard the sound of the master bedroom door being pushed open and opened his eyes.

The bed was still warm. The person went to the living room and didn't come back for two minutes.

Just as Gu Lin was about to get up, his phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

He took it, glanced at it, and accepted it.

Ji Tong's voice rang out through the wooden door of the master bedroom and on the phone screen.

"Gu Lin, it's past midnight, it's a new day now, you can ask now."

Ji Tong didn't tell him what he should ask, but Gu Lin knew perfectly well.

He spoke slowly, "Are you calm now?"

Ji Tong: "There's one more thing."

Gu Lin's voice became softer.

"Can you please forgive me?"

One was in the living room, and the other was in the master bedroom. The two were separated by only a wooden door, which they could see each other as soon as it was opened.

The cell phone microphones amplified each other's breathing, creating the illusion of being intimately close.

The spring rain that had lasted for two days stopped during this long night.

Come quietly, leave slowly.

Ji Tong's voice was light and cheerful, like a breeze.

"I'm not angry anymore."

"Can."

"Gu Lin, do you know what day it is today?"

March 21.

“Yes,” Ji Tong said, “March 21, the Spring Equinox.”

Ji Tong smiled and said, "We last spoke on February 24th last year."

“You returned to Anjing from Berlin on September 7 last year.”

"You've been gone for 195 days."

"From September 7th to today, March 21st, it has been exactly 195 days."

Ji Tong slowly exhaled a long breath.

"Gu Lin, I'm not angry anymore, I forgive you."