overdue lover

Chapter 8

When Ji Qinglin was walking on the road, he always felt that there was someone behind him.

He quickened his pace, and the sound of stepping on the snow behind him gradually increased.

Ji Qinglin couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, and Gu Yinmo, who had poor tracking skills, was caught.

Gu Yinmo raised his hands to his ears, making a gesture of surrender, facing Ji Qinglin's numb expression, with an apologetic smile on his face.

His explanation was very sincere: "I'm worried about you, so I followed you to have a look."

As if he was afraid that Ji Qinglin would not believe him, he added: "I have a meeting here in the afternoon, and the assistant drove off to run some errands, so I can only walk home."

Ji Qinglin suddenly wanted to laugh - Gu Yinmo has never been good at lying, and such a lame lie is just a temporary thought.

But she also lied to him, Ji Qinglin remembered Gu Yinmo's phone call at noon.

Ji Qinglin didn't have the extra energy to think about so many things, so he nodded indiscriminately, turned around and continued on his own way.

Gu Yinmo caught up and walked side by side with him silently, asking about his situation with concern from time to time.

Perhaps it was because of the companionship that made the road less distant, and Ji Qinglin quickly saw the gate of his own community.

He wanted to say goodbye at the door, so he turned to thank Gu Yinmo, saying that he could just go in.

But Gu Yinmo had no intention of leaving, and just looked at him quietly.

After watching for a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Would you like me to sit up?"

This request was a dream for Ji Qinglin a few days ago, but even though his body was suffering like this, he clearly knew that Gu Yinmo was no longer his own.

——He cannot obey such a request that crosses the bottom line.

"Sorry, I'm not ready to host friends."

When Ji Qinglin was speaking, he glanced past Gu Yinmo and looked behind him. A black off-road vehicle was parked on the side of the road not far from them.

That should be the person waiting for Gu Yinmo.

Ji Qinglin put his hands in his pockets and said lightly, "Go back quickly."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the snowy night alone.

In the evening, Ji Qinglin unexpectedly developed a high fever.

He sensed something was wrong, boiled hot water, and went to the living room to find medicine.

Just as he was kneeling on the ground and flipping through the pages, the doorbell rang.

Ji Qinglin glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering who would come to him at this time.

"Who?" Ji Qinglin asked through the door.

Dai Xingruo's tired voice came from behind the door, with a long tone, "I——Brother Ji let me in quickly, I'm so tired..."

Ji Qinglin casually flipped through the mask and put it on before opening the door.

Seeing him like this, Dai Xingruo swept away the fatigue on his body and opened his eyes wide, "Brother Ji, are you feeling well?"

Ji Qinglin's throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse, "I have a little fever, otherwise you..."

"I don't mind!" Dai Xingruo raised his voice to retort, but felt embarrassed when he said the words, he quickly explained, "You are sick, how can I leave you as a friend."

As she said that, she consciously changed her slippers, put the Malatang in her hand on the dining table, took out her mobile phone, and said while looking at the mobile phone: "Brother Ji, you probably haven't eaten yet, I'll give you something to eat first, wait a minute Take more medicine."

Ji Qinglin smiled helplessly, and wanted to say no, but Dai Xingruo couldn't help him to refuse, and directly ordered porridge and side dishes from the porridge shop at the gate of the community.

"Okay, it will be delivered soon." Dai Xingruo put away his phone, clapped his hands together, and walked around behind Ji Qinglin.

She pushed Ji Qinglin into the bedroom, and found a thick quilt to wrap him tightly.

Ji Qinglin only showed a pair of eyes, watching Dai Xingruo busy in the bedroom blinking.

Dai Xingruo brought hot water and antipyretics, his eyes met Ji Qinglin's inadvertently, his face blushed suddenly, "Ji, brother Ji, don't look at me, I'm sorry..."

Ji Qinglin hummed, took the medicine and the water glass, "Thank you."

"Thank you..." Dai Xingruo was silent for a while, lowered his head and pursed his lips, and said with some difficulty, "Brother Ji, you and my brother... do you know each other?"

Ji Qinglin's hand holding the mug trembled, and the water almost spilled on the bed.

Seeing his reaction, Dai Xingruo understood something, and nodded sadly.

An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in Ji Qinglin's heart. He reflected on whether he was too reassured for what he had done to Dai Xingruo, but now he couldn't do anything to make up for it except to help Dai Xingruo continue to pretend the relationship between the two.

After thinking twice, Ji Qinglin decided to explain the matter clearly.

"Xingruo, I'm sorry for hiding this from you. I didn't know that he was your half-brother before, and I didn't expect to meet him again."

Ji Qinglin looked at the profile of Gu Yinmo's god-like face, a little lost in thought.

"He is the person you have missed for many years, right?" Dai Xingruo asked directly.

Ji Qinglin froze for a moment, acquiescing to her guess.

Dai Xingruo didn't look sad, but calmly said, "You still like him."

Do you like Gu Yinmo?

Ji Qinglin asked himself this question countless times during sleepless nights. At first he thought it was because he couldn't accept being suddenly abandoned by others, and he had resentment in his heart, so he couldn't forget it.

But later Xin He told him that hating someone won't last for so many years, but love can, because what you encounter at that moment will be compared with that moment.

Only those who loved their other half deeply in the past will become ill with longing.

The evidence of love in the past will become extremely ironic and ridiculous.

Ji Qinglin's body was covered with shadows that Gu Yinmo didn't have time to take away when he left. Sometimes when he dreamed back at midnight, he could see Gu Yinmo's phantom.

For a while, Ji Qinglin even thought he was suffering from schizophrenia - he attributed the reason for Gu Yinmo's departure to his own badness, which gave Gu Yinmo the idea of ​​not wanting him.

He was so humble that in his dream he hugged the clothes that Gu Yinmo had worn and cried.

But those are in the past, Ji Qinglin is still convinced that he likes Gu Yinmo, even though Gu Yinmo has been away for so many years, he still thinks that Gu Yinmo will return to him.

"He has a lover now, and the two are very happy." Ji Qinglin took a deep breath and laughed, "I don't like him anymore."

"Don't you like it or can't you like it?" Dai Xingruo's question was very sharp, piercing Ji Qinglin's heart.

Ji Qinglin chose not to answer the question: "We are friends now."

Then he tried to cover up his explanation: "Friendship... There is nothing you like or dislike."

Dai Xingruo was furious, and his eyes were red with anxiety, "Then you will be friends with him forever! Watch him and Pei Yang live happily ever after!"

Ji Qinglin has thought about that kind of scene countless times. He has personally seen Gu Yinmo and Pei Yang laughing when they were together. Except for the first time he felt sad when he saw their fingers intertwined, he slowly accepted it. this fact.

Rather than accepting it, it is better to say it is numb.

Ji Qinglin reached out and rubbed Dai Xingruo's hair, "Xingruo, don't be angry about my affairs, it's not worth it."

"I have been separated from him for so many years, my temper and personality have long been different from the past, and the people and things I have come into contact with are completely different. It is no longer possible for us to be together."

"Knowing that he is doing well, I am content."

Since you've already missed it, it's better to end it like this.Ji Qinglin thought to himself mockingly, isn't there a lyric called "There is a kind of love called letting go", and his own non-competition or snatching, is it considered a fulfillment of a good story.

Dai Xingruo couldn't help but threw himself into Ji Qinglin's arms and wept loudly. The pressure of his father's repeated illness and the depression of his mother's forceful marriage finally found an opportunity to vent in Ji Qinglin's place.

While wiping her tears, Ji Qinglin comforted her slowly. Neither of them noticed that a figure crept open the door and stood at the door of the bedroom staring at them for a long time.

【Speak】

sister's eyes are sharp hhh

Good night in advance! ! !