Chapter 91
These days, Bian Lu is in a very good mood, as if he is celebrating something great, and he is even working very hard.
Some time ago, their community office bought a TV in the lobby. Today, Bian Lu, who was eating seaweed bread, saw it. As An Jing said, Dr. Bai Tiaobai developed the w-yh inhibitor and was interviewed on Blue Star TV.
In addition, the host also said that he is expected to win the highest Nobel Prize in Medicine.
Bian Lu narrowed his eyes, recalling the personal information of Dr. Bai Tiao that An Jing gave him, and found the situation even more interesting.
"We're going on a land-based team building trip next week. They're supposed to be playing volleyball," Liu Li said, clutching a stack of materials. "Anyone interested? We've got a quota, so we'll send two people."
Bian Lu: "Here we are, back to land? We go out to sea and water every day, so we can just treat it as a trip at our own expense."
As he spoke, Bian Lu pulled out a registration form from her arms. Liu Li took a look and said shyly, "Bian Lu, then we'll go together. Fill out the form and give it to me."
"Okay, Sister Li." Bian Lu nodded, returned to his workstation and started writing.
As soon as he sat down, his bracelet vibrated. An Jing seemed to have telepathy and said the same thing to him: Our school leaders organized a volleyball match for me to play at Xiaguo Anzhou Stadium, which is equivalent to external exchanges and building relationships.
An Jing: How about, if you take a day off, it would be like me taking you out to see the world?
Lawyer Bian: What a coincidence! We are also organizing a team-building activity for grassroots cadres here, and the place we are going to is the Anzhou of Xia State that you mentioned.
An Jing, who was on the other side of the screen, pursed his lips, then pressed the voice button and said jokingly, "That's good, Sir Bian. Your leader has made a real difference to you. You're going to be successful now. You don't need me to create opportunities for you anymore."
Bian Lu clicked his tongue. Why did he feel that this person's words were so unpleasant? Was this domineering attitude and tone what he should say to his real boyfriend?
"Why are you so serious?" Bian Lu replied, "Why do I feel like you're still treating me like a leader? Haven't we already confirmed our relationship?"
The second half of his sentence sounded weak and without any confidence.
An Jing seemed to be offline and didn't reply for a long time. So, anxious and insecure, Bian Lu, who was very attracted to An Jing because it was his first time in a relationship, immediately called his partner.
An Jing answered the call, rubbed his brows, put his feet on the desk, and said, "Honestly, after having such a serious conversation with you, I realized that the people I've been involved with before weren't really love at all. It turns out that I don't understand what love is at all. It suddenly dawned on me, my mind was opened, I'm speechless."
The last sentence made Bian Lu laugh. He said patiently, "Then just treat me as a friend, as long as you are happy. Any relationship that makes you comfortable is a healthy one. I said, I won't ask anything of you."
These words also seemed to ease An Jing's inner embarrassment.
An Jing hesitated for two seconds, then suddenly said, "Let's go hiking."
"Mountains? Where are the mountains?" Bian Lu subconsciously looked around, then looked up at the ocean. He said with an "oh" and replied, "You mean the mountains within the Xia Kingdom? Yes, you said you wanted to see blue sky, white clouds, birds singing, and flowers blooming... Okay, no problem, I'll go with you."
"Thank you." An Jing replied in a soft voice.
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Time waits for no one. The two-week agricultural cooperative investment promotion ended, and Bian Lu also attended the closing ceremony to help his mother clean up the mess.
"These past two days have been really exhausting." Bian's mother sighed, "I have to prepare tableware and go ashore to the sea to collect the goods. Next time there is such an opportunity, please don't bother me."
"Okay, okay." Bian Lu said, packing all kinds of tableware into boxes, and finally cleaning the place. The job was done.
He had just straightened up when Secretary Zhang called out, "Hey, Bian Lu, come over here and help us take a few photos so we can post them on the bulletin board later."
"Okay." Bian Lu hurried over.
Secretary Zhang handed him the camera and asked, "Do you know how to use it?" Bian Lu nodded. He then reminded him, "What's wrong with you? You're a public official, yet you're still starving at your little piece of land. Are you really that short of money?"
Obviously, the one mu and three fen of land he mentioned here did not really refer to farming, but to the small business run by Bian Lu and his mother.
"No, I wanted to bring my mother up here to see the world," Bian Lu replied awkwardly. He lowered his head and said, "I won't do that next time, Secretary."
"You need to know what's more important." Secretary Zhang nodded at him and said, "Just bring them to the company cafeteria for a couple of meals. Don't bring your family along just because you can get a small advantage. It's embarrassing, understand?"
What it means is that you should not use the benefits of public office to open a back door for your family. If you do it the second time, you may be accused of "abusing power for personal gain" in the future.
Bian Lu nodded, feeling his face droop. But he looked back up and said firmly, "Secretary Xie, I was inconsiderate. There won't be a next time."
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In a blink of an eye, Bian's mother returned to District F with the money, and Bian Lu was also doing his work steadily. Today was the day they were going to Xia Country for a social gathering.
"It takes a submarine five minutes at most to sink from the time it comes ashore," Bian Lu muttered to himself. He tilted his head and saw An Jing, dressed in a straight suit, in the crowd. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He looked thinner, with dark circles under his eyes and a bad complexion. His overall spirits were very low.
An Jing was on the phone with someone, pacing in place, a frown on his face. He said, "Is it your tradition to discuss serious matters at the dinner table? I told you I can't come. Our school has a social event, and I can't get away."
"I can't take a leave." An Jing rubbed his brow and said, "I have nothing to do with Dr. Bai. Her invention of the inhibitor is her credit, and it has nothing to do with me. Why should I go and join in the fun?"
"I know, I know you want me to unite with her." Before An Jing finished speaking, the ticket inspector patted his shoulder, indicating that it was his turn to board the submarine.
An Jing nodded, picked up his simple suitcase, and followed. From a distance, Bian Lu waved to him, but he seemed not to see.
Half an hour later, Bian Lu boarded the submarine, but before that he asked which room An Jing lived in, so he went there first.
Before Bian Lu got close, he heard him having an intimate conversation with a woman and said, "I'm fine. Have you eaten? Our wedding apartment? Oh, no problem, you can move in anytime, anywhere. You can stay with Dr. Jiang. Okay, then I'll move out and go back to my old house. My dad's not here anyway. He's in District D. That's it, hanging up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door clicked open. An Jing looked up and saw Bian Lu, who had no expression on his face. He asked directly, "Were you just chatting with your wife?"
"Yes." An Jing rolled his eyes, looking very sleepy.
He collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes. The submarine shook twice and began to rise. Circles of glittering fish swam outside the round glass, and their reflections on An Jing's face looked particularly ruthless.
But it was obvious that Lawyer Bian noticed that his mental state was not very good.
"An Jing." Bian Lu suddenly squatted in front of him and wanted to talk to him, but he was speechless due to his hot and cold attitude.
He doesn't smell like cigarettes, but his complexion is terrible, especially his dark circles are very heavy. I don't know who he stays up all night with, or if it's just his thoughts fighting with him.
"What?" After a long silence, An Jing slowly opened his eyes. His expression was calm and without a trace of emotion. He replied to Bian Lu, "I'm just a little tired, so I don't have anything to say. Don't take it to heart."
It may be difficult for a scumbag to be sincere to anyone.
Bian Lu laughed, but was not rejected by his indifference. Instead, he shook An Jing's hand and said, "I don't have anything to ask. You're doing well this way."
"Let's chat." An Jing suddenly said.
"What do you want to talk about? You start first." Bian Lu said softly. He stared at An Jing's face, which was as handsome as a porcelain sculpture. He felt happy even if it was just such a simple appreciation.
Bian Lu thought that An Jing might be more like a dream to him, and his admiration and longing for An Jing was also a yearning for life.
An Jing said, "But I don't have anything to talk about."
After saying that, he pulled his hand away from Bian Lu's palm, turned over and left him with an indifferent back.
Bian Lu understood, he understood from the beginning, that An Jing didn’t like him, or rather, he didn’t know what it meant to like someone.
"Then let's not talk about it. You should have a good rest and don't stay up late." Bian Lu then stood up and planned to put his things away first.
Little did he know, An Jing seemed to be under some kind of irritation, or perhaps he simply hated being lectured. He sneered, rolled over, and said, "Ever since I became an adult, I've discovered one thing: I hate anyone trying to teach me how to do things in any way. I hate anyone being my father."
Bian Lu was stunned by his angry and hostile attitude. Before he could react, An Jing got off the bed quickly and kicked the door hard. After a loud bang, he paced around anxiously.
"An Jing." Bian Lu called him, as if he felt unfamiliar. This was the violent side of Teacher An that he had never shown to him before.
"Why?" An Jing scratched his hair and raised his eyes, his expression cold and disgusted. He replied to Bian Lu, "Do you think I should be a role model, or follow the rules, maintaining grace and elegance every day? To be honest, the Teacher An you like doesn't exist!"
"I..." An Jing looked around, then found the cigarette box and the teapot lighter under his pillow. He held them in his hands and gestured at Bian Lu, his teeth bared and claws bared, saying, "This is me, this is my true self. An old smoker! A drug addict that even my father despises!"
"You're not." Bian Lu suddenly grabbed his hand and solemnly reminded him, "I know what you're thinking. You just want recognition. You want to break away from the high mountains of your parents and become their pride. I know you, really. This thing is not a drug in Xia Country, it's just a cigarette."
Bian Lu used words to soothe the emotional An Jing. He said softly, "You can also just think of it as medicine, a medicine that can calm you down."
Upon hearing this, An Jing suddenly burst into tears and uttered, "Am I really taking drugs? My dad, my dad always thought I was gay... He hates me."
"No." Bian Lu pulled An Jing into his arms, stroking his back and saying, "It's okay. If you think it's not true, then it's not true. You don't have to ask your father to approve of you. He's the boss in Blue Continent, but he's not the boss on Earth. You have to decide for yourself what kind of person you are."
"Thank you." An Jing buried his head in Bian Lu's arms, sobbing and letting out his emotions. It was like a volcano erupting with years of accumulated emotions. He felt that in this moment, he had truly become himself.
"Really, thank you very much." An Jing hugged Bian Lu tightly.
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