Chapter 187 His First Love Was Himself
On New Year's Eve, Luo Qinglin did nothing. In the morning, he was exhausted and too sleepy to open his eyes. He fell asleep on the bed and did not wake up until the afternoon.
x things let reason settle.
After waking up, Luo Qinglin regained his sanity from the dizzying tide of emotions and opened the information about "Bai Yueguang" sent by Jiang Yanyu.
While Jiang Yanyu was handling work, Luo Qinglin secretly hid in the bathroom and carefully observed the information.
Date of birth, identity, nationality, name, experience, native of London, went to the same public school as Jiang Yanyu, everything was very detailed, but Luo Qinglin always felt something was strange and wrong.
Luo Qinglin read it several times and finally sent the information to Mimir, asking him to verify whether the person's information was correct.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. Luo Qinglin quickly turned off the screen of his phone and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You've been in the bathroom for half an hour and are still getting ready? Do you want to continue later?" Jiang Yanyu asked while standing outside the door.
"I'm reading! I'll be right out." Luo Qinglin lied.
There were footsteps fading away outside the door. Luo Qinglin sent a message to Mimir saying [check as soon as possible, urgent] before switching accounts and walking out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.
"What do you want me to do? I'm reading a book in the bathroom and I'm reading an interesting part."
Luo Qinglin's legs were weak, like a boneless person, he hung on Jiang Yanyu, and deliberately spoke in a blaming and coquettish tone.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at him, picked up Luo Qinglin, and walked downstairs. "What else can a reference book be interesting about? Let's have dinner now, and then go out to set off fireworks."
"Fireworks? Where are they?" Luo Qinglin stuck his head out and looked around.
There were a lot of fireworks piled up at the door, put in two black bags. The pink fuses of several fairy wands were sticking out, like butterfly flowers blooming on the black soil.
There were no extra dishes on the table, not even a salad, just two servings of dumplings.
Luo Qinglin sat on Jiang Yanyu's lap and asked in surprise: "You want to eat dumplings today? Not salad?"
Jiang Yanyu tore open the tableware packaging bag, put the fork into the empty bowl, split it in two, and waited until the heat in the dumplings dissipated before feeding them into Luo Qinglin's mouth.
"Since we are celebrating a festival, of course we have to eat dumplings," said Jiang Yanyu.
Having said that, Jiang Yanyu fed most of the dumplings to Luo Qinglin and didn't touch his own portion at all.
After Luo Qinglin had eaten his fill, Jiang Yanyu put the cold dumplings into his mouth. He ate a few in a few bites and then put them down.
"You eat too little."
Luo Qinglin rubbed his slightly bulging belly, glanced at the half-eaten dumpling, and collapsed on the sofa to rest.
Jiang Yanyu threw the box into the trash can, and when he turned his head, he saw Luo Qinglin's round belly hidden under his pajamas.
His eyes darkened and he quickly walked to the sofa and sat down. Jiang Yanyu took Luo Qinglin's hand away and pulled open her pajamas.
The fair abdomen stretched out in an arc line, half raised up. Jiang Yanyu put his palm on it and rubbed it gently.
"You feel full?" Jiang Yanyu asked, "Have you been lying to me again and not eating well in the past half month?"
"I'm not holding on. I'll be fine after a while." Luo Qinglin said.
"Not full? That's good. I was worried that you might feel uncomfortable doing it with a full stomach."
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, quickly turned Luo Qinglin over, and clamped his palms on his abdomen, making him unable to move.
Before Luo Qinglin could react, he was already kneeling on the sofa, his waist was bent down, and he hurriedly said: "You want to come again? Aren't we going out to set off fireworks later?"
"I just left home before midnight, and there are still five hours left."
Jiang Yanyu casually picked up the lubricant from the corner of the sofa and quickly squeezed it into the palm of his hand.
Why are these little things everywhere? !
Luo Qinglin crawled forward slightly, turned his head, and said pitifully: "I'm still in some pain, can you reduce the time a little?"
Jiang Yanyu paused, frowned and asked, "Are you in pain or not? I thought you were comfortable. Are you acting?"
"I...I feel comfortable. It's just that you took too long. I need to rest." Luo Qinglin said in a low voice.
Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment, and wiped the lotion off his palms with paper. "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Although she said forget it, Jiang Yanyu still hugged Luo Qinglin from behind. She really didn't do it, but her hands were restless, stroking her round belly, as if she was playing with a toy that she couldn't let go.
Luo Qinglin had a ticklish spot on his abdomen, and when he touched it with his palm, he trembled and tried not to laugh.
"Stop rubbing it! Why do you always rub my belly?" Luo Qinglin couldn't help laughing and wanted to pull Jiang Yanyu's hand away, but he was not as strong as him and couldn't pull it away.
Jiang Yanyu held the person in his arms with his other arm, leaned close to his ear and said, "Luo Qinglin, don't you think you look like you're pregnant now?"
Pregnant baby...
Luo Qinglin blushed and cursed in a low voice: "Jiang Yanyu, are you a pervert? Even more perverted than before!"
"Yes, I am a pervert." Jiang Yanyu admitted it shamelessly, with his palm still covering his abdomen. He said that he was doing it to help Luo Qinglin digest food, but in fact it was for other dirty things.
My abdomen was originally just itchy, but now it also has a strange numbness.
Luo Qinglin couldn't escape, and his whole body was squeezed into the sofa, with Mitao next to his private parts, so he couldn't move at all.
There was really no other way, so Luo Qinglin compromised and said, "Stop rubbing it, can I use my legs? It's annoying!"
Jiang Yanyu stopped what he was doing, quickly picked up the lubricant, and pulled off Luo Qinglin's belt. "Okay, that's just what I want."
......
Half an hour before midnight, Luo Qinglin finally walked out of the bathroom, but his steps were unsteady and he walked with a limp.
Jiang Yanyu picked out cotton-padded jackets and down coats, and wrapped them around Luo Qinglin one by one, checking for any gaps that would allow the cold wind to sneak in.
"Are you cold?" Jiang Yanyu wrapped himself in a scarf, hiding half of Luo Qinglin's face.
Luo Qinglin looked away without answering. The corners of his eyes were red from crying and his cheeks were puffy.
"Are you still angry?" Jiang Yanyu leaned over, got close to Luo Qinglin and said, "You agreed to use your legs, and you didn't ask for a time limit."
"The skin is all broken! It hurts to walk!" Luo Qinglin glared at him angrily, "Can't you judge for yourself? Do you need me to remind you?"
"Yes, yes, it's my fault," Jiang Yanyu picked him up and asked, "Then I'll carry you out to set off the fireworks instead of letting you walk?"
Luo Qinglin snorted coldly, huddled in his soft chest, and whispered angrily: "From now on, you are not allowed to stay for more than an hour, or I will lose my temper."
"Okay, even an hour is fine," Jiang Yanyu agreed readily, "as long as you're not angry."
The two of them went out in a funny way, Jiang Yanyu carried Luo Qinglin on his back, while Luo Qinglin held fireworks in his hands.
Jiang Yanyu pushed open the door and walked against the cold wind. Luo Qinglin hunched his shoulders and hid behind his broad back.
"Where are we going?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"Area B, only there in the Lvyuan Community can you set off fireworks. You can't set off fireworks anywhere else." Jiang Yanyu replied.
We went around the winding asphalt road, turned left and right, and finally arrived at area B before 0 o'clock.
There were quite a few people in the small playground of Area B, most of them were students from No. 1 Middle School. It was a rare opportunity for them to relax on New Year's Eve, so they ran out to wait for the fireworks at midnight.
Walking to the corner of the small playground, Luo Qinglin jumped down and placed two large bags of fireworks on the ground.
"Brother, are you a couple?"
When Luo Qinglin squatted down to organize the fireworks, several high school students - two boys and one girl came over.
Luo Qinglin raised his head, revealing only a pair of eyes. Just as he was about to answer, Jiang Yanyu answered first: "They are not lovers, but husband and wife."
The three high school students shifted their gazes and raised their heads to look at Jiang Yanyu. Without saying a word, they just stared blankly, as if they were trying to identify something.
After looking at each other, Jiang Yanyu looked at them coldly. Several people stared at Jiang Yanyu blankly. Only Luo Qinglin squatted in the middle, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Is there anything... possible?" Luo Qinglin stood up and asked gently.
One of the girls with high ponytails looked at Luo Qinglin carefully, and suddenly put her hands together, her eyes shining, "Is it my sister-in-law? You were wrapped so tightly, we almost didn't recognize you!"
"Can we take a picture with you? Please." asked the girl with high ponytail.
Luo Qinglin quickly stood up and pulled the obviously impatient Jiang Yanyu to his side. He gave him a warning glare before agreeing in a gentle voice, "Okay, okay, I can."
Even more excited than the girls were the two high school boys. When they heard that they could take pictures, they ran up to the two people without hesitation, smiling.
Jiang Yanyu was the tallest, so of course he had to take the responsibility of holding the phone. He took a group photo with the group, and was kind enough to let Luo Qinglin take photos with each person individually.
As soon as I took the photo, people around me started counting down. There were only ten seconds left until the new year.
Luo Qinglin held a handheld firework in both hands, lit it, and raised it high into the air. He was in a good mood and waited quietly for the fireworks to bloom.
Jiang Yanyu was still holding his cell phone, but instead of taking out the fireworks, he turned on the video camera and aimed it at Luo Qinglin.
The picture was shaking. Luo Qinglin was breathing white air in the camera, with half of his face hidden in a white scarf, just like when he was in his senior year of high school.
Jiang Yanyu smiled unconsciously and asked, "Luo Qinglin, do you like setting off fireworks?"
Luo Qinglin looked at the camera, smiled, and replied, "I like it."
"Do you like setting off fireworks, or do you like setting off fireworks with me?" Jiang Yanyu asked again.
"With you."
Bang!
As the words fell, the fireworks in Luo Qinglin's hand also bloomed, rushing straight into the sky, and emitting golden light in the air.
Luo Qinglin raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and quietly looked at the clusters of fireworks in the sky. The golden light fell on his face, as if a layer of beautiful gold powder was sprinkled on it.
The camera was still shaking. Jiang Yanyu pointed at Luo Qinglin's face and focused on it. The surroundings became pitch black, and only Luo Qinglin was shining in the picture.
"I love you." Jiang Yanyu looked at the display screen quietly and confessed softly.
It was very noisy around, with the sounds of fireworks and laughter, and I couldn't hear anything.
Luo Qinglin seemed to sense something, and lowered his eyes to look at the camera, his eyes sparkling, like pearls in the night, shining brightly.
Luo Qinglin smiled at the camera, squinting his eyes and lip-syncing.
--I love you too.
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Before the New Year, Luo Qinglin was suffering.
After the New Year's Eve, Luo Qinglin returned home and continued to suffer.
He was in a daze the whole night, sleeping and waking up again. On the afternoon of the first day of the new year, Luo Qinglin woke up completely. He was caught and paid a price again, and then he remembered the conditions that were equal to the price.
"You promised me that you would give me the school uniform of Lincheng No. 1 Middle School and the notebook I used in my senior year of high school. Where are the things?" Luo Qinglin asked while wearing glasses.
There were mottled white marks on the lenses. Luo Qinglin took off his glasses, stood up, walked to the bedside table, took out a wet wipe, and wiped off the marks on the frame lenses.
After wiping the glasses clean, Jiang Yanyu hesitated to answer, so Luo Qinglin asked suspiciously, "Are you lying to me?"
Jiang Yanyu came back to his senses from his distraction, "In the warehouse, I'll take you there now."
Jiang Yanyu stood up and took Luo Qinglin downstairs.
The warehouse is on the underground floor. The original owner converted the garage into a warehouse to store miscellaneous items.
Pushing open an old door in the corner, dust gushed out from the darkness, choking Luo Qinglin and causing him to cough unconsciously.
“Ahem…”
Jiang Yanyu pushed Luo Qinglin back a step, fanned the dust with his hand, and asked, "I'm going to go get the box, you wait here?"
"No, I have to go down and get it myself to prevent you from hiding anything." Luo Qinglin said.
"What can I hide?" Jiang Yanyu chuckled, "Then bury your head on my shoulder and don't get choked by the dust."
Luo Qinglin did as he was told, put his face against Jiang Yanyu's back, and used his hands to help turn on the flashlight to illuminate the area.
The height of the warehouse is only two meters and the stairs are very short.
Luo Qinglin took a few steps and reached the bottom. When he stopped and raised his head, he found that the ceiling was only two fists high above his head. He was almost scared.
Looking at Jiang Yanyu again, his head almost hit the ceiling, like a giant who had strayed into Lilliput country.
Luo Qinglin chuckled and said in a commanding manner: "Where is the thing? Give it to me quickly, I want to confiscate it!"
Jiang Yanyu walked to the corner and picked up two large storage boxes stacked together. "Let's go upstairs and take a look. There's a lot of dust here, which is not good for the respiratory tract."
Walking back to the first floor, Luo Qinglin couldn't wait any longer and ordered Jiang Yanyu to move the box to the coffee table. He sat on the sofa like a young master and ordered Jiang Yanyu to go upstairs to work and didn't allow him to watch his "inspection".
"Okay, take your time and watch it for several days and nights." Jiang Yanyu smiled helplessly, gave Luo Qinglin a light kiss on the face, and then went upstairs.
The footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared. Jiang Yanyu sat down, and Luo Qinglin carefully opened the box.
The things inside were organized in order, one containing clothes and the other containing sundries and utensils.
Luo Qinglin casually flipped through the clothes, but didn't find any clothes like underwear or vests, just some ordinary T-shirts, school uniforms and jeans, which were probably taken away or thrown away.
After searching the clothing box and putting it back in order, Luo Qinglin turned his attention to the glove box.
There are a lot of things in the glove box, mostly paper, pens, notebooks and utensils.
Luo Qinglin took out all the things, sorted them out, and looked at them one by one.
There was a thick stack of notebooks, all made of brown paper. Luo Qinglin picked out the first one and opened it to take a look.
This looked like a math notebook, but Luo Qinglin was not sure because it was all in English, written in a flamboyant style, and one could only get clues from some formulas.
Science notebooks are all similar, with the writing all over the place and impossible to read clearly.
The Chinese notebook is just the opposite. Every word is written neatly without any connected strokes. I remember it carefully. Even the extracurricular reading articles for the exam are copied down, and every question is corrected carefully.
Luo Qinglin couldn't help but laugh, remembering that time when he secretly checked the scores, Jiang Yanyu's Chinese scores were very poor in every exam. The full score was 150, but he couldn't even get 60 points.
How could I get such a low score if I studied so hard?
Luo Qinglin closed the notebook with a smile, sorted it into the pile that had been flipped through, and continued flipping through the next pile.
The last book, when he turned to the first page, Luo Qinglin's smile suddenly froze on his face.
This is still a study notebook that records mathematical formulas, but there is a sunflower drawn in the upper right corner of the first page, and a small line of words "silent first crush" is written below.
"First love" is everywhere, and Luo Qinglin's mood, which had just improved, becomes depressed again.
It's been a long time since that happened.
There is no need for him to dig up old issues or to meddle in the past.
Luo Qinglin advised himself in his heart not to get angry and to calm himself down before continuing to flip through the pages.
But this notebook seemed to be against him. There was a pencil-drawn sunflower every few pages, constantly reminding Luo Qinglin that when Jiang Yanyu was eighteen years old, he did have someone he loved very much.
After reading to the end, Luo Qinglin became angry and angrily closed the notebook, put it on the coffee table and stopped reading.
After sulking alone for a while, Luo Qinglin finally calmed down and went to flip through the thick stack of scattered draft papers.
There are sketches on the draft paper, most of which are messy, and a small part is the draft of the problem.
On some papers, dots, lines and surfaces are mixed together, without any shape or pattern. On some papers, there is only one small dot, like something drawn by a mentally ill patient when he was unstable.
Luo Qinglin looked at the pictures one by one, and just when he thought they were all doodles, a neat and clean sketch suddenly popped up, as if someone else's painting had been placed in the wrong place.
What is this?
Luo Qinglin held up the draft paper in confusion and looked at it against the light.
There was an abstract building on the paper with crooked lines. Luo Qinglin looked at it carefully and when he saw the class number among the complicated lines, he realized that this was the teaching building of No. 1 Middle School.
In the sketch, only one floor had a class number drawn on it. The classroom in the middle was labeled Senior 3 (12), which was the fourth floor where Luo Qinglin was in his senior year.
What's the meaning?
Is this the scene that Jiang Yanyu saw when he was standing on the balcony of the teaching building?
Luo Qinglin felt confused and uneasy, and carefully examined the details in the painting.
The other floors are drawn simply with messy lines, as if they were scribbled. Only the fourth floor is drawn carefully with clear lines.
Luo Qinglin looked at the painting again and again, almost seeing through it, but he didn't find anything unusual.
Luo Qinglin felt inexplicably flustered, and couldn't tell why. He intuitively felt that there must be something hidden in the remaining draft paper, and he had to see it.
But Luo Qinglin didn't need to look for it, because the next one was also an abstract sketch.
The lines are crooked, and the painting is a series of three-dimensional rectangles with messy soil and grass underneath. There is a broken cross on the far left, as if it is a painting of a tombstone in a cemetery.
His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and an absurd idea suddenly came to his mind, but Luo Qinglin didn't dare to believe it, and hurriedly looked for evidence in the remaining draft paper.
Luo Qinglin turned over all the remaining papers with trembling hands, but there were no more pictorial sketches, only messy lines.
Luo Qinglin looked at the only two sketches again and again, trying to find evidence from them, but found nothing.
"Bb, have you finished reading? It's time for dinner after that." Jiang Yanyu's voice suddenly came from the stairwell.
Crash...
Luo Qinglin was so frightened that his hands shook, and the pile of unrefined sketches fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.
Luo Qinglin took a deep breath, steadied his voice, and replied, "I haven't finished watching it yet! I'm not hungry, can I eat later?"
"How long will you look at it? It's just some notes, why are you looking at it so carefully?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
"I want to read it, and I want to read every page clearly. Don't come down to disturb me!" Luo Qinglin said nervously.
There was silence upstairs for a moment, so quiet that Luo Qinglin was nervous. Fortunately, Jiang Yanyu did not come downstairs, but said: "Have dinner in an hour, and leave the rest for tomorrow."
"Okay, got it!"
After the conversation, Luo Qinglin let out a long sigh and squatted down to collect the scattered draft papers on the ground.
As he was putting away the paintings, Luo Qinglin picked up the one with a tiny dot and was suddenly surprised to find that there was a date written in the upper left corner of the painting.
The date is written in very faint handwriting, very small, and light gray. It cannot be seen without careful observation.
Luo Qinglin flipped through the other paintings and found that a date was written on each one.
Luo Qinglin hurriedly put the paintings of the same day in the same column according to the date, and found that there were eighty-one paintings in each column without any exception. What was even more surprising was that in each column, there was a painting with only a small dot.
It took Luo Qinglin a long time to sort through thousands of pieces of paper, and the one-hour deadline was about to come.
Luo Qinglin had no choice but to randomly select several rows of paintings with the same date, spread them out on the ground, and took pictures of them all from a high place to preserve evidence. Then he put all the paintings away and put them back in the box.
When the sundries were put away, Jiang Yanyu just walked downstairs, "Luo Qinglin, it's time for dinner. After dinner, come with me to do some anaerobic exercises."
"Okay." Luo Qinglin suppressed his pounding heart and agreed obediently.
Jiang Yanyu approached, frowned suddenly, and tapped Luo Qinglin's forehead with his finger, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"
Luo Qinglin touched his forehead, his mind working quickly, and changed the subject, asking: "How long will it take for dinner to be delivered?"
"In five minutes."
"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom. Call me when dinner is ready." Luo Qinglin kissed Jiang Yanyu's cheek and said in a soft voice.
"Don't read in the bathroom." Jiang Yanyu pinched Luo Qinglin's face before letting him go.
Walking quickly into the bathroom, Luo Qinglin covered his chest, sat on the toilet, and switched to the account that was in contact with Mimir.
The page changed, showing the message from Mimir.
【Mimir: This information is fake. The name, date of birth, and photo don’t match. 】
【Mimi: No, it cannot be said that it is all fake. This information is pieced together from the public school’s database with information on several students. 】
【Mimir: I will send you the information of those students. 】
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, roughly scanned the information, suppressed his panic and excitement, sent all the photos he had just taken, and asked Mimir to check what these pictures meant and what the mystery was.
"Be good, it's time to come out for dinner." Jiang Yanyu said outside the door.
"Okay, right away!"
During the entire dinner time, Luo Qinglin spoke less, but his eyes were unusually bright and excited. Even when he was doing anaerobic exercise after the meal, Luo Qinglin endured the sore muscles and completed the excessive exercise task without saying a word.
Jiang Yanyu put down the dumbbells and finished his exercise. His upper body was covered in sweat and he was filled with the scent of mint, which filled the entire room.
"Are you in such a good mood?" Jiang Yanyu asked, panting slightly.
"Yeah," Luo Qinglin said with a smile, "I like sports now."
"What kind of exercise? Aerobic exercise or anaerobic exercise?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a determined look.
Luo Qinglin lowered his head, and when he found something strange, he said helplessly: "Are you still a human? You don't need to sleep, you have too much energy, you want to do it after eating, you want to do it after training your arms and legs, you want to do it at any time..."
"I'm not human," Jiang Yanyu followed Luo Qinglin's words and said, "I promised you, only one hour, is that not possible?"
Luo Qinglin sighed and wondered in his mind when Mimir would produce results.
"Okay, one hour. No cheating and no secretly adding time." Luo Qinglin said.
It is said to be one hour, and it is indeed one hour.
But an hour later, Jiang Yanyu took advantage of the loopholes and acted like a rogue as usual, resting for a few minutes and starting a new hour.
It was already late at night when the meeting ended. Luo Qinglin was extremely sleepy and tired, but his spirit was very excited. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, preparing to wait for Jiang Yanyu to fall asleep before checking his phone.
I don’t know what Jiang Yanyu was busy with so late at night. She held him in her arms and slept for a few minutes, then sat up, pressed on him and hugged him tightly, then sat up again, and even got out of bed and walked a few steps, then went back to bed to hug him, repeating this cycle over and over again, like a mentally ill patient who couldn’t calm down.
After finally hearing the sound of even breathing by his ears, Luo Qinglin finally opened his eyes in the dark, his eyes shining.
Jiang Yanyu's hands were tightly around her waist, and Luo Qinglin carefully reached out to grab the phone on the bedside table. Fortunately, he had placed his cell phone next to the counter in advance, so he could get it with just a simple click.
The breathing sound behind him was steady. Luo Qinglin covered the screen with his hand, carefully adjusting the brightness to the lowest level before taking his hand away.
Open the software and switch accounts.
Luo Qinglin held his breath and waited quietly for the account to switch.
Mimir sent the picture two hours ago. Luo Qinglin swallowed, took a deep breath, and opened the dialog box.
When the picture appeared, Luo Qinglin couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. His mood was complicated, as if he had been hit hard by someone. After the injury healed, that person gave him everything and said that he only loved him.
In each picture, the position of the painting had been adjusted by Mimir, and when all the pictures were pieced together, they all showed Luo Qinglin's face, with the teardrop mole on his face occupying a whole piece of paper, which showed how much Jiang Yanyu liked this teardrop mole.
Mimir was also considerate enough to find similar photos of him and put them aside for comparison.
[Mimir: Ms. Luo, these paintings were not drawn by your husband, right? 】
【Luo Qinglin: Thank you, thank you for your hard work. 】
Luo Qinglin did not save the picture, but just saved it in his account. He transferred the balance to Mimir and stared at his phone in a daze.
Did Jiang Yanyu like him at that time?
Jiang Yanyu’s first love...will it also be him?
Who else can prove this? Bai Shengyun?
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, hung up the account, and regardless of whether it was the middle of the night, sent a long message to Qin Xiaoxi, briefly explaining his own story and requesting Qin Xiaoxi to "interrogate" Bai Shengyun and make that idiot explain everything clearly.
Luo Qinglin couldn't sleep. It felt like a small hammer was knocking on his heart, causing a slight pain.
Fortunately, helpless, secretly happy, and confused. All the emotions came together and twisted into a hemp rope, which made Luo Qinglin's heart ache.
His investigation for more than half a month was really in vain.
But he cried so sadly yesterday, why did Jiang Yanyu lie to him? Why don't you tell the truth?
Luo Qinglin was thinking wildly, thinking about all the possibilities, and finally came to only one conclusion - Jiang Yanyu knew that he was lying to him, so he had to lie to himself too.
Is it just because of this?
Because he pretended to be a straight man and lied, and was discovered by Jiang Yanyu, so Jiang Yanyu lied to him?
Luo Qinglin couldn't think of any other reason, so he sighed, unable to shake off the sadness in his heart.
This was Luo Qinglin's umpteenth regret. He regretted being impulsive, believing in rumors, doing ridiculous things like pretending to be straight, and taking a long detour.
What should he do?
Should he confess and show leniency, tell all the facts, and express his true feelings?
But what should he do if Jiang Yanyu still denies it after he confesses?
After being tortured by this invisible "first love" for more than half a month, Luo Qinglin now discovered that the first love might be himself. He felt half nervous and weak. He was like a stupid bird being toyed with by a fox, holding its tail and waving it around.
The phone screen lit up, and it was Qin Xiaoxi who replied to the message, a long voice message. Luo Qinglin turned the volume down to the minimum and put it to his ear to listen.
"You must not divorce Jiang Yanyu! His first love is you. He liked you before, so he stayed in Lincheng and wanted to go to the same high school with you. He threatened me and stopped me from telling you, so I won't tell you. Don't let Xiaoxi break up with me, wuwuwu!"
The dust has settled and the facts are revealed.
Luo Qinglin gave a bitter smile, which was hard to describe as sweet or happy. He was just wondering why Jiang Yanyu had lied to him.
After thinking for a long time, Luo Qinglin let out a long sigh and made the final decision.
He cancelled the passwords of all private albums in his phone and replaced them all with public albums. Luo Qinglin kept the page on the homepage of the gallery and put the black-screen phone on the bedside table, waiting for Jiang Yanyu to wake up.
It’s okay, there’s no shame in admitting you’ve done something wrong.
Jiang Yanyu must have known it a long time ago and was just waiting for him to admit it.
It doesn't matter.
The moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains and shone onto the floor. Luo Qinglin looked quietly at the ripples on the ground. Unable to sleep, he comforted himself in his heart.
After being in a daze for too long, Luo Qinglin's eyes were sore. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and then placed them on the back of Jiang Yanyu's hand.
"Are you awake?" Jiang Yanyu's low voice sounded in his ears.
Luo Qinglin clutched the bed sheet tightly and tried to keep his voice steady, "Yeah."
"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" Jiang Yanyu lazily raised his legs, wrapped his legs and arms tightly around Luo Qinglin, holding him in his arms as usual, not letting him move.
Luo Qinglin was silent for a moment, and finally spoke in a cold voice: "I have something to tell you, turn on the light."
Jiang Yanyu hesitated for a few seconds before sitting up and turning on the light. "What's the matter?"
Luo Qinglin didn't say anything, but nodded his chin towards his phone, motioning Jiang Yanyu to take the phone himself.
Jiang Yanyu frowned slightly, reached out for his cell phone, and entered the password skillfully.
0, 8, 1, 4.
When the number reached 1, Luo Qinglin suddenly asked, "Brother, do you know what these numbers mean?"
Luo Qinglin's expression was obviously abnormal. Jiang Yanyu stopped, looked up at him, and unconsciously became alert.
No one knew what was going on in Jiang Yanyu's mind. His fox eyes widened with vigilance, and he looked at Luo Qinglin as if he was looking for someone who was cheating on him.
Luo Qinglin smiled helplessly and softened his voice and said, "Don't be nervous, just keep entering the password, and you'll know what it means soon."
Jiang Yanyu entered the last digit, the phone unlocked, and the gallery page popped up instantly.
"On August 14, I met you for the first time at the gate of Jingyun Cemetery. I treated you to lunch in the cafeteria that day. We had dry pot cauliflower and stir-fried pork. You wanted to give me money, but I said no."
"On August 31, you bumped into me and broke my glasses. You compensated me with a new pair of glasses, which are now at my home."
"On September 14, I was waiting for you at the entrance of the Second Canteen. I wanted to give you the money for the glasses, but you seemed to have forgotten me and didn't say hello to me."
"On November 15, you came to the coffee shop where I worked part-time, and the girls in your group gave me a bag of scarves. You said to me, 'They look pretty.'"
"On January 30, I went to Lvyuan Community and met you at the dumpling restaurant. You didn't say hello to me. I followed you all the way to your house and stopped at the door."
"On January 31, I was waiting for the New Year's Eve in Area B. You came to Area B to set off fireworks and asked me if I was a student of No. 1 Middle School. You even lent me the fireworks."
“On April 6, you bought a camera at a charity event, held an umbrella for me, and sent me to the dormitory.”
"On April 29, during physical education class, you hit your badminton onto my book. I secretly replaced the badminton and gave you my own badminton."
"On June 8, I gave Jiang Shen the letter containing the sunflowers and asked her to send it to you."
Luo Qinglin finished speaking in one breath, recounting their only encounters in that year, again and again.
"I have liked you for a long time. I am not a straight man. I am just pretending to be a straight man. I did something wrong because I believed the rumors." Luo Qinglin said frankly.
Jiang Yanyu stared at the photo albums on the screen. He could click on any album and see his past self sorted by time.
Thousands and thousands of photos, every one of them is of him.
There were some photos that even he had never seen before, as they were all secretly taken or from surveillance cameras.
"These......"
"I saved them all myself. I saved every picture you posted on your social media account. I also bought pictures from someone else for 800 yuan for 10 pictures."
Jiang Yanyu raised his head and looked at Luo Qinglin. There was no surprise in his eyes, only vigilance. It was unknown what he was thinking.
It seemed that he never knew what Jiang Yanyu was thinking.
Jiang Yanyu's behavior was like an unpredictable particle. He couldn't guess it or figure it out, so he was worried about gains and losses.
Luo Qinglin smiled calmly and asked softly, "Jiang Yanyu, I won't lie to you anymore. Don't you have anything to tell me?"
Luo Qinglin was sure that this was his last chance to give Jiang Yanyu an explanation. If Jiang Yanyu didn't say it, he would really lose his temper.
Jiang Yanyu pursed her lips and did not answer.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Luo Qinglin asked with a smile.
Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, hugging Luo Qinglin, "I'll coax you to sleep, go to bed early, don't hurt your body."
Luo Qinglin smiled, nodded obediently, buried his head in his chest, and said with anger: "Okay, good night..."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu (now): I have nothing to say (indifferent.jpg)
Jiang Yanyu (tomorrow): I did, I will confess and I will be lenient! (crying bitterly)
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