Chapter 77
An Jing saw the man named Bian Lu from afar.
It looked like he was returning to school to visit an old teacher. He was talking to an old professor whom An Jing didn't know but whose face was familiar. He was very handsome and pleasing to the eye.
"Damn, this face would be really cool if it were used for homosexuality." Teacher An, who has completely fallen into the dark and evil world, said so.
He smoked subconsciously, but this time something strange happened. He just took a puff and his throat felt stinging, painful and burning. An Jing frowned and swallowed hard. He coughed suddenly and covered his mouth. He actually saw the blood on his palm was fluorescent.
He was sick, he was finally sick, he had fluorescent disease.
An Jing was surprised, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes, because fruit cigarettes were strictly prohibited in the Blue Continent base and were classified as drugs. The An family had connections, but An Jing could not seek help. Once exposed, he would have to go to jail.
An Jing immediately wiped the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head, his heart beating fast, and hurried back to his home to look for the medicine he had asked someone to buy for him, which was used to suppress fluorescence disease, so as to avoid being noticed.
Today is the weekend, no work.
Outside the window, the boundless blue waves of the sea were still there. An Jing looked at it, and a strange sadness rose in his heart, as well as a kind of clarity and openness that could be considered a relief.
People must be responsible for their own choices. Similarly, this political sensitivity makes him believe in his own judgment - An Jing is determined to escape from the Blue Island Base.
Given his complicated origins, a background that is easily known to others, and the era of public self-media information disclosure, if An Jing wants to get out of this situation cleanly, he has to make plans.
Rules are made by wise men, but wise men are also human beings. Any rules based on human beings will inevitably cause a lot of discussion and questioning, especially in the rapid changes of today's era. Plans cannot keep up with the changes, and rules cannot keep up with the fluctuations in people's hearts, which is bound to bring about class conflicts and hatred between the rich and the poor.
Due to the comparison in human nature, a harmonious society is always difficult to achieve. At this time, we need to open our eyes to the world and master wisdom in order to gain true happiness.
After taking the special medicine, An Jing took off his shirt and looked around, but still could not see any changes. Patients with fluorescent disease often start to develop the disease on the skin, and fluorescent spots are a particularly obvious feature.
An Jing breathed a sigh of relief as no fluorescent spots had appeared yet. However, this was only the first step of his plan.
After all, he is a university teacher, and the students are still on campus. An Jing returned to the office and was sitting down to prepare for class, while secretly paying attention to the so-called military lecture given by a man named Bian Lu.
There was a knock on the door. It was Professor Tai from the School of Political Science and Law. He came to get a stamp from a school-level leader sitting across from An Jing, and Comrade Bian Lu followed behind him.
Teacher An then covered his face with one hand, buried his head in the pen, and made some notes, but he was actually listening to their conversation absent-mindedly.
"The person is not here. Let me look for him." Professor Tai Jianguo said as he searched for the official seal of the leader surnamed Huang.
"You were rejected in the military civilian interview? That shouldn't be the case." Professor Tai said jokingly, "I thought you were not just rising step by step, but also a son-in-law from a wealthy family."
"Teacher, please stop teasing me, haha." Bian Lu seemed uneasy, with the air of a young and honest boy. He replied with a wry smile, "My roommates all think I'm stupid, and I don't have a good relationship with them."
This type? An Jing raised his eyebrows and was about to laugh, perhaps laughing at someone who had been taken advantage of, but he thought again and held it back, remaining serious.
Obviously, Professor Tai didn't know him and didn't greet him.
After simply stamping a document, the two men left. An Jing raised his head solemnly and looked at the information they left on the leader's desk - the instructions for borrowing the venue, which also included the title of his military propaganda speech.
"What 714 incident?" An Jing exclaimed inwardly. He didn't try to find out for the time being, but he just felt that the person was particularly respectful and down-to-earth, and a motivated person.
After a long time, An Jing finished his work and went out. Coincidentally, a black whale flew over his head and cried. He saw that Bian Lu had not left and was still swiping his bracelet, chattering something incessantly, with tears streaming down his face.
An Jing listened carefully to Bian Lu's words, "I don't know why I was rejected. I really want to stay in the military and work there, okay? Can you please stop asking? I've already said goodbye to my previous roommates. We're just strangers. What do you mean I don't know how to handle interpersonal relationships? Haha, I give up. Why should I treat them to drinks and dinner? They never even considered me a true friend!"
"Ah, everyone else can adapt to the environment, but I can't." Bian Lu kicked the street lamp fiercely and said viciously, "It's my fault again. Then I was wondering, with so many years of collectivism, why don't all the leaders sit together when there are so few of them? Why do the dormitories have to be 10-person rooms, forcing me to make do with a bunch of strangers from all over the world? That's right! They just hate me, and I hate them too!"
"Let's stop talking. I don't want to go back to my hometown. Don't introduce me to anyone. I just want to find a job in the city first." Bian Lu said and hung up the phone. He didn't notice An Jing, but his expression looked very tired and haggard. He still stubbornly lowered his lips and turned away.
This incident seemed to have touched An Jing's conscience. After all, it was he, the middleman, who had caused Bian Lu to lose his job.
He frowned, looked up at the sky, oh no, it was the sea, then clicked on his bracelet, flipped through the contacts, and sent Bian Lu's resume indirectly and specifically.
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On this side, on the other side, An Jing came to the Light of Blue Star. As Shen Qiang said, Song Zhishu got out of a Phantom of a well-known luxury car brand and gave the owner a long kiss.
The woman didn't look as pretty as in the photo. An Jing secretly felt indignant in his heart, then rolled his eyes in anger. He felt like he had eaten shit and wanted to delete him as a friend, but he remembered the so-called sweetness before.
What did An Jing like about Song Zhishu? He was sweet-mouthed and soft-hearted, and when he played Xiao Ling, he was incredibly obedient. Being in a relationship with him was like raising a cat; his emotional value was maxed out, which was why they were both on and off, yet still connected.
Tsk. An Jing pouted, thinking, is this love? Honestly, he didn't understand. Sometimes academic work was stressful, and he really needed sex to relieve the pressure. Having sex with women was too much for him in bed, and having sex with men was fine. But deep down, he didn't like vulgar idiots like Song Zhishu.
An Jing couldn't explain this abnormal relationship. He was both addicted and disgusted. He knew that this was not love. He just treated Song Zhishu as a male masturbator. An Jing felt that his affection for this man was not even as good as that for Bian Lu just now.
"Do you want to break up?" An Jing stood far away from them. The two of them had already walked into the TV station hugging each other. He felt sad, but he didn't care. After all, Song Zhishu did change his name for him, and they were inseparable when they were together.
The phone rang and An Jing picked it up. He heard Cheng Jiacheng's familiar voice. He came to thank him for helping him open the back door.
An Jing nodded perfunctorily, pretending to be sincere in his tone, but for some reason his mind was conflicted, as if he was resisting. A voice from God told him subconsciously that he was aiding and abetting the evil.
It's so strange, really, I'm so strange. An Jing hung up the phone, his mind swirling with a newfound struggle. No one taught me this. I'm the son of a powerful official, so why am I not happy with the privileges my father affords me? Even though I've been at the Blue Continent base since I was a child, I have a deep-seated aversion to it. I even wonder why they're doing this, making me feel like I don't belong. Why?
Afterwards, An Jing received a text message from Song Zhishu, who actually asked him to meet up the next night and said: My colleague is very rich and lent me her Shadow Light, that luxury car. You have never driven one, right? Let’s go for a ride together?
Damn, the guy who cheated on me is actually so nice to me!
An Jing is completely confused. What should I do? It seems like he is still sincere to me.
He knew that my family was an official and not very rich, so he approached the rich for my sake and let me drive a luxury car - is this explanation reasonable?
An Jing was immersed in his own world. He clapped his hands and said, "Let's meet tomorrow night so I can tell him what's in my heart."
The next day, An Jing felt tired during the day. When the night came, she still saw Song Zhishu's sweet smile and his passionate physical contact. An Jing was stunned and accepted it. She fell in love with him again in the same ups and downs as before, and felt that he might still love her.
"Sometimes I think you are very vulgar. Why do you love money so much? I actually despise you." An Jing hugged him and spoke the truth for once, which was rare.
"I can see you just treat me as a sex partner, haha." Song Zhishu replied, "I'm curious too, how did you become gay?"
Holy shit, he actually knew all this. An Jing was convinced.
"What's so strange about that? Aren't you all like that?" An Jing smiled and said, "It's bisexual. You can like men and accept women at the same time."
Song Zhishu said lazily: "Actually, I feel that you are not. I don't know why. You don't love me, An Jing. You just want to play with me."
"Ah, is it that obvious?" An Jing frowned.
"I don't know either. You give me the impression of being inherently conceited and complacent. Of course, you have something to be proud of. You're handsome, come from a wealthy family, have a high education, and a good background..." Song Zhishu also curled his lips and said, "I envy you and yearn for you, so I'm quite happy to be gay with you. But I also know very clearly that you're just a peacock that I can only dream of, and you don't love me."
"Sometimes I feel like I love you very much." An Jing replied.
"No, An Jing." Song Zhishu said softly, "Teacher An, Teacher An, you're still a teacher. How can you not tell the difference? Love is responsibility, it's the only thing. It's about being together and supporting and accompanying each other. You don't actually love me, and you don't even know it yourself."
"I..." An Jing was speechless. Like a child, he tried to hold Song Zhishu's waist tightly, but he pushed her away and just pulled up the quilt.
An Jing withdrew his hand and felt the dew on the back of his hand. He guessed that Song Zhishu was crying.
"Why are you sad? Are you not having a good time?" An Jing asked. "I see you're always smiling. Why?"
"No." Song Zhishu wiped away his tears and said, "I just feel a little hard sometimes. My parents worked so hard to make sure I could have a government job, but life in the Light of Blue Star feels so different. I... I really have to work hard to be like you."
"Sometimes I wonder why I have to stay here?" Song Zhishu laughed twice and said with a smile, "Of course, I'm used to it. I think it's pretty good. The salary at Blue Star Light is high, and my parents sometimes ask me for money."
An Jing nodded, thinking that his choice was understandable. The naive teacher An even thought that they could continue to maintain such a carefree relationship.
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The next day, Song Zhishu said he was going to work. They happily chatted about art. An Jing was also willing to take the keys and act as his personal driver. He even teased him, "Let this second-generation official experience the life of a second-generation rich."
An Jing found it funny. After seeing him off, he drove back to school for work. He was listening to his favorite song when he turned his head and saw a small card with a pink color-changing lipstick on it in the car.
It's strawberry flavored, and there's a thin kiss mark on the side.
It says: Music is my best friend.
Is this that woman's? An Jing's mood suddenly changed. He felt even more like a jerk. In his anger, he didn't drive carefully, and his head was buzzing.
Then we crashed into a military vehicle, and, damn, that vehicle was also in that Bian Lu...
I made An Jing feel funny and weird, and even added his contact information. I was thinking, what the hell is this? A match made in heaven?
Then I went to work. Coincidentally, today was the day of Comrade Bian Lu's speech. Teacher An looked at him with a scrutinizing and ambiguous look and flirted with him in the middle of the conversation. In the afternoon, I met Cheng Jiacheng again and planned to pick up Song Zhishu in the evening.
As a result, I ran into him and his girlfriend face to face.
An Jing thought that he would at least hide it from him, but for the sake of face, he felt that he couldn't lose face at this time, so he walked over and threw the keys in front of Song Zhishu, saying, "Why didn't you tell me that you had a girlfriend?"
My beautiful girlfriend doesn't speak.
"Teacher An..." Song Zhishu pushed his hand away. There was no embarrassment, but naked impatience. He didn't want to pretend in front of you anymore.
An Jing finally realized that Song Zhishu, the King of the Sea, had always considered himself a fish, and I was just his spare tire.
An Jing seemed embarrassed, but to save face, he put on a fake smile and said, "Very good, I wish you a 99. Well, sorry, I was driving your car today and got hit by an idiot. Some paint came off the taillight. I'll take it to the shop to get it fixed and return it to you."
Looking at Song Zhishu, he seemed awkward and silent. His beautiful girlfriend came over and said, "No need to return it. This car is mine. Consider it a gift to you."
An Jing was suddenly embarrassed and stood there. He realized the humiliation belatedly, and the word "shame" came to his mind.
Song Zhishu finally gave him that meaningful smile.
"Zhishu, let's go. Didn't you say you would accompany me to go diving?" The other person left.
An Jing was left alone looking at the car keys in his hand. He blinked and then understood, thinking: Was I dumped?
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