Lin Qingye stood by the door, stood still for a while and then smiled: "Are you sure?"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingye came up to her from behind again. Xu Zhinan didn't dare to move because she was aware of the hard object pressing against her lower back.
It was a rather cute pair of pajamas, but it revealed two beautiful shoulder blades on the back, and her fair and delicate skin, which always gave people a sense of infinite scenery and also revealed a bit of charm.
But she just wanted to be safer.
"So you live alone now?" Lin Qingye asked.
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan looked away, not looking at him, and said, "The quilts here have just been dried in the sun, so they are more comfortable to sleep on. Cleaning your house will take time, too."
She was protecting him carefully in her own way.
After taking a shower, they threw their changed clothes into a bamboo basket. Xu Zhinan stuffed the clothes into the washing machine, then opened the bathroom door to ventilate it before letting her hair down.
Xu Zhinan didn't have the habit of staying in bed, but perhaps because it was rare for him to sleep so soundly in Lin Qingye's arms, he slept late that day and was woken up by Li Yan's call.
Lin Guancheng did not force him.
Her relationship with Lin Qingye had reached this point, and in fact, the order of many steps in a relationship was no longer important. However, Xu Zhinan still didn't know how to ask him to come and live with her, and she blushed at the thought.
She suddenly remembered, "Where did you sleep last night?"
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
Lin Qingye called.
Xu Zhinan's heartbeat gradually became more intense.
Her heart was beating wildly. Lin Qingye had just taken a shower, and the smell of cigarette smoke had faded. The smell of shower gel in her bathroom was on his body, mixed with hers. As a result, in this dark environment, she couldn't tell whether Lin Qingye was far away or near to her.
Lin Qingye chuckled: "Want to see your own work?"
“That photo.”
"The studio, just make do for one night."
Xu Zhinan followed him in, helped him get a bath towel, took out an unopened bathrobe from the drawer, and gave him a new toothbrush and cup.
"That's good. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you for two and a half years. I don't know how I would have gotten through the days."
“Why did they withdraw a few of them later?”
Xu Zhinan quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and ears were red, but she looked more lifelike. She was no longer as lukewarm as before, like an emotionless doll.
Xu Zhinan frowned.
But the phone Xu Zhinan bought had a small memory. Yesterday, Lin Qingye noticed a message popping up on her phone that the memory space was less than 10%.
She applied a layer of color corrector and then placed a heater on top, leaving it on her hair for about ten minutes before washing it off.
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
"So you live alone now?" Lin Qingye asked.
Lin Qingye laughed and said, "Then let's live here."
Lin Qingye took out the album, put it into the DVD, pressed the play button, and the first song came out.
Just now, Lin Guancheng only told him to wait, but did not say that the person in the car was the young master of the Lin family who was imprisoned a few years ago. His eyes were unconsciously fixed on him, which was very rude.
"Yeah." She answered, and looked around. There were two other customers. She felt like a guilty thief, so she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
"It's been so long, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Lin Qingye laughed and said, "Then let's live here."
He ruffled her hair and said, "Go to sleep."
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
"Color toner."
She pursed her lips and looked around. The dishes had been washed and there was nothing else to do. Lin Qingye looked calm, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His eyes fell on her and he asked, "Do you want to wash first or should I?"
She slowly turned sideways to face him, her breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
She was wearing a nightgown with two wide blue straps on her shoulders and a white cotton skirt with small floral patterns.
After taking a shower, they threw their changed clothes into a bamboo basket. Xu Zhinan stuffed the clothes into the washing machine, then opened the bathroom door to ventilate it before letting her hair down.
"Whatever." She suddenly didn't dare to look at him and said, "You wash first."
She swallowed hard, unable to bear it any longer, and stood up: "I'll be right back!"
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
"Okay." He turned and went into the bedroom.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
When he walked into the house, he smelled a dusty smell as if there had been no people for a long time. He opened the window to ventilate, put the two cell phone bags aside, pushed open a door and went in. It was the room where he used to keep many musical instruments.
Xu Zhinan spoke of these things very easily and just passed them over in passing.
"Come." She paused and moved the hand on her waist.
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan looked away, not looking at him, and said, "The quilts here have just been dried in the sun, so they are more comfortable to sleep on. Cleaning your house will take time, too."
The driver's cell phone rang during the journey. He took it out and looked at it. Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Qingye saw the note - Nannan.
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
Xu Zhinan followed him in, helped him get a bath towel, took out an unopened bathrobe from the drawer, and gave him a new toothbrush and cup.
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
The little girl managed her life in an orderly manner and kept everything neatly arranged.
Lin Qingye suddenly noticed his mobile phone. It was a model he had never seen before. It looked like the new model in the concept film he saw two and a half years ago.
But the phone Xu Zhinan bought had a small memory. Yesterday, Lin Qingye noticed a message popping up on her phone that the memory space was less than 10%.
Lin Qingye held her in his arms.
Lin Qingye took off his hat and looked at her.
Plop. Plop.
Lin Qingye took his things into the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of water could be heard from inside.
When Shi Heng died, he was only 13 years old and could not move out to live on his own. Lin Qingye had told him that he wanted to live on his own, but he rejected it without even thinking about it, saying that it was not good for him to live out at such a young age. Later, he formed a band and started to make some money, so he moved out soon. When he won the Golden Melody Award, he was praised to a high position during that time. He made his first pot of gold in life and bought an apartment.
"The studio, just make do for one night."
Later, the manager mentioned it to the barber shop guy, so I bought a color restorer. I can apply it when I wash my hair, or use it directly as shampoo. It does little damage to the hair. I will go to the barber shop again when my black hair grows out.
"sit down."
Xu Zhinan sat on the edge of the bed, and even at this moment he still felt like he was dreaming.
"Where are you going?" Lin Guancheng asked.
The father and son didn't talk for a few words before Lin Qingye stood up and prepared to leave.
“There is such a thing.”
All the previous entanglements with Lin Qingye were nothing at this moment. She would no longer doubt whether Lin Qingye loved her or not, nor would she feel insecure.
“Why did they withdraw a few of them later?”
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
Only then did he realize how ridiculous he had been in the past. It was shameful to say that he was a man over fifty years old, but he had to wait until his son entered such a situation before he finally recognized his humble love.
The assistant came in again with some tea and left soon.
Xu Zhinan had two appointments today, both of which were big jobs and took a long time. He was busy from morning to night and only had time to have dinner at eight o'clock in the evening.
She lowered her head and buried her face in her palms, slowly letting out a breath.
The bathroom door was narrow, so Xu Zhinan walked out without even daring to look around.
“There is such a thing.”
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
The car drove out slowly.
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
Her eyelashes fluttered: "Yeah."
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
She didn't dare to look any further, so she picked up her clothes next to her and went in with her head down.
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
Lin Qingye laughed and said, "Then let's live here."
Lin Qingye lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and snorted.
He had just finished taking a shower, and the temperature in the bathroom was still very high. Her face was hot and red from the steam.
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
She hesitated and looked towards the bathroom again. The boy already had the outline of a man, tall and thin, and unkempt.
"No, I just called to ask because I saw you hadn't come today."
After taking a shower, they threw their changed clothes into a bamboo basket. Xu Zhinan stuffed the clothes into the washing machine, then opened the bathroom door to ventilate it before letting her hair down.
too dark.
Indeed, in two and a half years, new models of mobile phones have been released.
"I didn't let you watch it to make you cry." Lin Qingye laughed, put on his pajamas again, turned off the lights, and pulled the person into his arms.
Lin Qingye laughed and said, "Then let's live here."
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
She opened the chat box with Lin Qingye and rested her chin on her hands.
Under the light, the pattern of the girl behind him finally appeared before her.
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
Lin Qingye stood by the door, stood still for a while and then smiled: "Are you sure?"
The little girl managed her life in an orderly manner and kept everything neatly arranged.
Lin Qingye stood up straighter unconsciously: "Dad."
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
Lin Qingye came back from smoking and leaned against the bathroom door frame.
hesitate.
After those two and a half years, he didn't seem to care about many things as much as before.
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
He hasn't played a musical instrument in a long time.
"That's good. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you for two and a half years. I don't know how I would have gotten through the days."
The car stopped outside the mobile phone store. There were no other customers in the store at this time.
My hands are new to me and they are itchy.
He wore a mask and a hat and took the elevator all the way to the chairman's office on the top floor of Minsheng Group. The assistant outside stopped him and said, "Excuse me, did you make an appointment with Mr. Lin in advance?"
She was wearing a nightgown with two wide blue straps on her shoulders and a white cotton skirt with small floral patterns.
She applied a layer of color corrector and then placed a heater on top, leaving it on her hair for about ten minutes before washing it off.
"Go back to the apartment. I need to rework that album."
After two and a half years, the memory is running low and there is only one reason why it has not been replaced. People are afraid that he has been "in there" for so long that he will clearly feel out of touch with the outside world after he comes out.
But he didn't realize this when he was with Xu Zhinan yesterday. They used the same brand of mobile phone, which was also the latest model two and a half years ago.
hesitate.
She hesitated and looked towards the bathroom again. The boy already had the outline of a man, tall and thin, and unkempt.
It was a rather cute pair of pajamas, but it revealed two beautiful shoulder blades on the back, and her fair and delicate skin, which always gave people a sense of infinite scenery and also revealed a bit of charm.
Xu Zhinan didn't notice when he was standing there, and was startled. He rinsed the foam off his hair, put on a pair of disposable gloves, took out a blue bottle from the shelf, and squeezed a large amount of blue viscous paste into the palm of his hand.
Frequent hair dyeing can cause great damage to the hair, especially blue dyeing which requires fading the color prematurely.
She swallowed hard, unable to bear it any longer, and stood up: "I'll be right back!"
Her eyelashes fluttered: "Yeah."
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
"Yes, yes, please come in."
"Hello?" Xu Zhinan answered the phone with half-closed eyes.
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
“That photo.”
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
But the phone Xu Zhinan bought had a small memory. Yesterday, Lin Qingye noticed a message popping up on her phone that the memory space was less than 10%.
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
"It's okay, you answer it."
Xu Zhinan didn't notice when he was standing there, and was startled. He rinsed the foam off his hair, put on a pair of disposable gloves, took out a blue bottle from the shelf, and squeezed a large amount of blue viscous paste into the palm of his hand.
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
Lin Qingye suddenly noticed his mobile phone. It was a model he had never seen before. It looked like the new model in the concept film he saw two and a half years ago.
There was only one quilt on the bed, but fortunately it was big enough, a double bed, so it didn't seem too crowded.
The bathroom door was narrow, so Xu Zhinan walked out without even daring to look around.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
Although she understood his temper, since he had already taken that step to come back to find her, he should have thought clearly about what he was going to do next and would not disappear without reason again.
Lin Qingye suddenly noticed his mobile phone. It was a model he had never seen before. It looked like the new model in the concept film he saw two and a half years ago.
"Because if you apply this, there will be color residue on your body."
Her eyelashes fluttered: "Yeah."
"Whatever." She suddenly didn't dare to look at him and said, "You wash first."
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
But the phone Xu Zhinan bought had a small memory. Yesterday, Lin Qingye noticed a message popping up on her phone that the memory space was less than 10%.
Indeed, in two and a half years, new models of mobile phones have been released.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
Lin Guancheng did not force him.
"You didn't give me the key this morning, and I was locked out."
"What's this?"
I practiced a piece of music for more than ten times before I finally found the feeling again.
The assistant was stunned and looked at him in shock. It was rare for him to lose his composure. He was stunned for a while before reacting, "Master Lin?"
Lin Qingye stood up, leaned forward, leaned over her to turn on the light, and then took off his pajamas with his back to her.
Xu Zhinan followed him in, helped him get a bath towel, took out an unopened bathrobe from the drawer, and gave him a new toothbrush and cup.
She knew he would never reply to her.
Lin Qingye stood up straighter unconsciously: "Dad."
"Color toner."
But she just wanted to be safer.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
hesitate.
The phone has been silent all day except for the customers, not even a message.
Lin Qingye looked at her blue hair.
Lin Qingye's voice was a little hoarse: "Go to the store?"
I practiced a piece of music for more than ten times before I finally found the feeling again.
Lin Qingye stepped forward and helped her wash, and the water that came out was blue.
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
The clothes he wore yesterday were still dry, so he put them on again.
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
“There is such a thing.”
"Hello?" Xu Zhinan answered the phone with half-closed eyes.
She didn't dare to look any further, so she picked up her clothes next to her and went in with her head down.
Lin Qingye called.
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
Xu Zhinan sat alone at the table, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the phone in front of him.
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan smiled, "I only found out about it later."
Lin Qingye took out the album, put it into the DVD, pressed the play button, and the first song came out.
She swallowed hard, unable to bear it any longer, and stood up: "I'll be right back!"
"Color toner."
He looked at Lin Qingye, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"I saw the message you sent me yesterday."
He said casually: "I'm already at the door of my house."
Xu Zhinan used to classify him as someone who "enjoys life in the moment", free from constraints and taboos.
“Why did they withdraw a few of them later?”
She frowned and said, "I shouldn't have tattooed this on you then. It must have been so painful."
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
Xu Zhinan sat on the edge of the bed, and even at this moment he still felt like he was dreaming.
Lin Qingye frowned the whole time.
"Turn off the lights?" Lin Qingye asked.
"Um?"
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan looked away, not looking at him, and said, "The quilts here have just been dried in the sun, so they are more comfortable to sleep on. Cleaning your house will take time, too."
Probably because the call she made to Lin Qingye yesterday afternoon turned off the phone, which made her a little afraid that Lin Qingye would disappear again.
The little girl managed her life in an orderly manner and kept everything neatly arranged.
“That photo.”
Lin Qingye gave the address of his apartment.
He let her go, and the hard object pressed against his back was no longer touching him.
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
"Ah." Xu Zhinan recalled, "It was almost two years ago."
Although she understood his temper, since he had already taken that step to come back to find her, he should have thought clearly about what he was going to do next and would not disappear without reason again.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
She has earned a lot of money over the years, so she doesn't hesitate to buy a mobile phone.
Lin Qingye took out the album, put it into the DVD, pressed the play button, and the first song came out.
"Um."
Lin Qingye held her in his arms.
He ruffled her hair and said, "Go to sleep."
The driver turned around and asked, "What?"
“Why did they withdraw a few of them later?”
Lin Qingye gave the address of his apartment.
Xu Zhinan had two appointments today, both of which were big jobs and took a long time. He was busy from morning to night and only had time to have dinner at eight o'clock in the evening.
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
She has earned a lot of money over the years, so she doesn't hesitate to buy a mobile phone.
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
Frequent hair dyeing can cause great damage to the hair, especially blue dyeing which requires fading the color prematurely.
Lin Qingye looked at her blue hair.
She was in a bad state at that time, and often couldn't stop crying once her tears started to well up. She suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and sent a message to Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan's hair quality has always been good, without any problems like dryness or split ends. It was just that she had injured her scalp once before, which was caused by dyeing her hair too frequently.
"Because if you apply this, there will be color residue on your body."
She sat alone on the wet bathroom floor, finished crying, wiped her tears, and withdrew all the messages.
My scalp is inflamed and allergic, and there are several red spots on it. It hurts when I touch it.
"Whatever." She suddenly didn't dare to look at him and said, "You wash first."
"Let's go to the mobile phone store. I want to buy a mobile phone."
Lin Qingye took off his hat and looked at her.
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
"Go back to the apartment. I need to rework that album."
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
"The studio, just make do for one night."
That night, when she was washing her hair at home, the shampoo seeped into the wound on her scalp and she cried in pain.
"Um."
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
"Um?"
Her nose felt a little sour again: "Yeah."
Later, the manager mentioned it to the barber shop guy, so I bought a color restorer. I can apply it when I wash my hair, or use it directly as shampoo. It does little damage to the hair. I will go to the barber shop again when my black hair grows out.
She was in a bad state at that time, and often couldn't stop crying once her tears started to well up. She suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and sent a message to Lin Qingye.
Perhaps because of his change in mood and experience, he was no longer as satisfied with the song as before. After listening to it once, Lin Qingye took out a piece of paper, sat on the ground, and started to revise it again.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
"No, he left later. He doesn't have any tattoos. Is there anything going on at the shop?"
She knew he would never reply to her.
By the time I had tried all the instruments, it was already dark outside.
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
The assistant came in again with some tea and left soon.
By the time I had tried all the instruments, it was already dark outside.
"Because if you apply this, there will be color residue on your body."
Xu Zhinan used to classify him as someone who "enjoys life in the moment", free from constraints and taboos.
She lowered her head and buried her face in her palms, slowly letting out a breath.
I was groggy at the time and eventually forgot what message I had sent. I was just thinking about what he said.
"So you live alone now?" Lin Qingye asked.
Xu Zhinan wrinkled his nose.
I was groggy at the time and eventually forgot what message I had sent. I was just thinking about what he said.
But when she thought about the feeling of Lin Qingye hugging her from behind in the morning, her face felt hot.
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
"Wait a minute." Lin Qingye suddenly spoke.
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
She sat alone on the wet bathroom floor, finished crying, wiped her tears, and withdrew all the messages.
"Color toner."
Lin Qingye sat down on the sofa, drank a sip of tea, and asked calmly: "I heard that you are divorced?"
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Just now, Lin Guancheng only told him to wait, but did not say that the person in the car was the young master of the Lin family who was imprisoned a few years ago. His eyes were unconsciously fixed on him, which was very rude.
Lin Qingye lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and snorted.
Under the light, the pattern of the girl behind him finally appeared before her.
Xu Zhinan's hair quality has always been good, without any problems like dryness or split ends. It was just that she had injured her scalp once before, which was caused by dyeing her hair too frequently.
Lin Guancheng did not force him.
The car stopped outside the mobile phone store. There were no other customers in the store at this time.
"Because if you apply this, there will be color residue on your body."
"That's good. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you for two and a half years. I don't know how I would have gotten through the days."
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
Lin Qingye sat down on the sofa, drank a sip of tea, and asked calmly: "I heard that you are divorced?"
She opened the chat box with Lin Qingye and rested her chin on her hands.
All the previous entanglements with Lin Qingye were nothing at this moment. She would no longer doubt whether Lin Qingye loved her or not, nor would she feel insecure.
Lin Qingye chuckled: "Want to see your own work?"
She thought he might as well come and live with her.
My hands are new to me and they are itchy.
When did Lin Qingye start living alone
Later, the manager mentioned it to the barber shop guy, so I bought a color restorer. I can apply it when I wash my hair, or use it directly as shampoo. It does little damage to the hair. I will go to the barber shop again when my black hair grows out.
Lin Guancheng did not force him.
Just now, Lin Guancheng only told him to wait, but did not say that the person in the car was the young master of the Lin family who was imprisoned a few years ago. His eyes were unconsciously fixed on him, which was very rude.
“There is such a thing.”
"Ah." Xu Zhinan recalled, "It was almost two years ago."
"No, I just called to ask because I saw you hadn't come today."
They did nothing that night but slept in each other's arms.
"The studio, just make do for one night."
Xu Zhinan spoke of these things very easily and just passed them over in passing.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
"Hello?" Xu Zhinan answered the phone with half-closed eyes.
Lin Qingye frowned the whole time.
She thought he might as well come and live with her.
When Shi Heng died, he was only 13 years old and could not move out to live on his own. Lin Qingye had told him that he wanted to live on his own, but he rejected it without even thinking about it, saying that it was not good for him to live out at such a young age. Later, he formed a band and started to make some money, so he moved out soon. When he won the Golden Melody Award, he was praised to a high position during that time. He made his first pot of gold in life and bought an apartment.
He hasn't lived at home for so many years, he can't force him to come back and live here now.
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
Lin Qingye called.
When Shi Heng died, he was only 13 years old and could not move out to live on his own. Lin Qingye had told him that he wanted to live on his own, but he rejected it without even thinking about it, saying that it was not good for him to live out at such a young age. Later, he formed a band and started to make some money, so he moved out soon. When he won the Golden Melody Award, he was praised to a high position during that time. He made his first pot of gold in life and bought an apartment.
She applied a layer of color corrector and then placed a heater on top, leaving it on her hair for about ten minutes before washing it off.
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Lin Qingye stood up, leaned forward, leaned over her to turn on the light, and then took off his pajamas with his back to her.
"Turn off the lights?" Lin Qingye asked.
She swallowed hard, unable to bear it any longer, and stood up: "I'll be right back!"
Lin Qingye gave the address of his apartment.
She opened the chat box with Lin Qingye and rested her chin on her hands.
Lin Qingye came back from smoking and leaned against the bathroom door frame.
Lin Qingye stepped forward and helped her wash, and the water that came out was blue.
"I saw the message you sent me yesterday."
While I was daydreaming, Lin Qingye spoke: "Ah Nan."
She looked down—
"It's been so long, it doesn't hurt anymore."
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
He wrapped her in a dry hair towel again and took the hair dryer outside. The hair dryer made a loud, booming sound, and he gently inserted his fingertips into her hair and blew her hair.
Xu Zhinan frowned.
The other end was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "So you picked up so quickly?"
Lin Qingye followed him in. Lin Guancheng was standing in front of the French window. He turned around when he heard the voice. He seemed to have aged a lot in the past two years, with a lot of white hair.
The driver's cell phone rang during the journey. He took it out and looked at it. Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Qingye saw the note - Nannan.
Lin Qingye gave the address of his apartment.
Xu Zhinan's hair was thick and long, and it took nearly twenty minutes to blow dry it.
Xu Zhinan's heartbeat gradually became more intense.
Lin Qingye took off his hat and looked at her.
After those two and a half years, he didn't seem to care about many things as much as before.
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
She thought he might as well come and live with her.
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
While I was daydreaming, Lin Qingye spoke: "Ah Nan."
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
The driver thanked him, temporarily pulled over to the side of the road, and answered the call.
She didn't ask any more questions, as if she unconditionally supported all his choices and decisions: "Okay."
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
He hasn't lived at home for so many years, he can't force him to come back and live here now.
He ruffled her hair and said, "Go to sleep."
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
Lin Qingye did not delve into the reasons behind the divorce. He could probably guess what was going on and was not very interested.
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
There was only one quilt on the bed, but fortunately it was big enough, a double bed, so it didn't seem too crowded.
The driver was already waiting downstairs.
Lin Qingye suddenly realized the reason why she didn't change her cell phone.
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
At the beginning, he could clearly feel that his hands were unfamiliar. Lin Qingye licked his lower lip, turned the drumstick around on his fingertips, and continued.
Xu Zhinan's nervousness and helplessness came up again. Lin Qingye had already walked around to the other side of the bed. The bed sank with his weight. He lifted the quilt and sat in it.
Even though he had a mask and a hat, he did not appear in the public eye again just in case, but asked the driver to help buy them.
"Where are you going?" Lin Guancheng asked.
"I'll ask the driver to take you back." Lin Guancheng patted his shoulder, dialed the internal line and gave him instructions, and then said to him, "If you need any help from me in the future, just tell me. After all, you are my only son. If you don't ask me for help, no one will."
She thought he might as well come and live with her.
Fortunately, Lin Qingye didn't care.
When he walked into the house, he smelled a dusty smell as if there had been no people for a long time. He opened the window to ventilate, put the two cell phone bags aside, pushed open a door and went in. It was the room where he used to keep many musical instruments.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
He let her go, and the hard object pressed against his back was no longer touching him.
Xu Zhinan swallowed, slowly kicked off his slippers, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and crawled in.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
Probably because the call she made to Lin Qingye yesterday afternoon turned off the phone, which made her a little afraid that Lin Qingye would disappear again.
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Plop. Plop.
"Turn off the lights?" Lin Qingye asked.
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
That night, when she was washing her hair at home, the shampoo seeped into the wound on her scalp and she cried in pain.
She didn't dare to look any further, so she picked up her clothes next to her and went in with her head down.
Xu Zhinan frowned.
After Xu Zhinan went to the tattoo shop, Lin Qingye went to find Lin Guancheng.
The light was on Xu Zhinan's side. She got up again, turned off the light, and carefully crawled back in.
He hasn't played a musical instrument in a long time.
Lin Qingye's voice was a little hoarse: "Go to the store?"
The bedroom was pitch black.
She was protecting him carefully in her own way.
She looked down—
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingye came up to her from behind again. Xu Zhinan didn't dare to move because she was aware of the hard object pressing against her lower back.
She was wearing a nightgown with two wide blue straps on her shoulders and a white cotton skirt with small floral patterns.
Xu Zhinan had two appointments today, both of which were big jobs and took a long time. He was busy from morning to night and only had time to have dinner at eight o'clock in the evening.
She frowned and said, "I shouldn't have tattooed this on you then. It must have been so painful."
Why didn’t you even open the curtains today
The assistant left, and Lin Guancheng looked at him for a while: "You're back."
"Hello?" Xu Zhinan answered the phone with half-closed eyes.
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
"I'm going back home tomorrow."
Xu Zhinan wrinkled his nose.
He looked at Lin Qingye, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Even though he had a mask and a hat, he did not appear in the public eye again just in case, but asked the driver to help buy them.
The light was on Xu Zhinan's side. She got up again, turned off the light, and carefully crawled back in.
too dark.
He let her go, and the hard object pressed against his back was no longer touching him.
"No, he left later. He doesn't have any tattoos. Is there anything going on at the shop?"
He raised his chin towards the office door: "Is he there?"
"Um."
She opened the chat box with Lin Qingye and rested her chin on her hands.
Her heart was beating wildly. Lin Qingye had just taken a shower, and the smell of cigarette smoke had faded. The smell of shower gel in her bathroom was on his body, mixed with hers. As a result, in this dark environment, she couldn't tell whether Lin Qingye was far away or near to her.
"Come to ask when you get off work."
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
He let her go, and the hard object pressed against his back was no longer touching him.
There was only one quilt on the bed, but fortunately it was big enough, a double bed, so it didn't seem too crowded.
"Let's go to the mobile phone store. I want to buy a mobile phone."
Xu Zhinan thought about it for a long time and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Lin Qingye was not like this before. He was actually quite casual about such things.
While I was daydreaming, Lin Qingye spoke: "Ah Nan."
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
Xu Zhinan's nervousness and helplessness came up again. Lin Qingye had already walked around to the other side of the bed. The bed sank with his weight. He lifted the quilt and sat in it.
Lin Qingye looked at it for a while and asked, "How can you wash your hair and take a bath separately?"
When Shi Heng died, he was only 13 years old and could not move out to live on his own. Lin Qingye had told him that he wanted to live on his own, but he rejected it without even thinking about it, saying that it was not good for him to live out at such a young age. Later, he formed a band and started to make some money, so he moved out soon. When he won the Golden Melody Award, he was praised to a high position during that time. He made his first pot of gold in life and bought an apartment.
Xu Zhinan quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and ears were red, but she looked more lifelike. She was no longer as lukewarm as before, like an emotionless doll.
"ah?"
"Okay." He turned and went into the bedroom.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
"I'm going back home tomorrow."
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
When he walked into the house, he smelled a dusty smell as if there had been no people for a long time. He opened the window to ventilate, put the two cell phone bags aside, pushed open a door and went in. It was the room where he used to keep many musical instruments.
Even though he had a mask and a hat, he did not appear in the public eye again just in case, but asked the driver to help buy them.
The father and son didn't talk for a few words before Lin Qingye stood up and prepared to leave.
The car drove out slowly.
She didn't ask any more questions, as if she unconditionally supported all his choices and decisions: "Okay."
Xu Zhinan: "Well, I'll be there after I wash up, you go ahead and do your work."
The tattoo happened very suddenly, and Lin Qingye was taken away for investigation not long after that. She has never seen a photo of the tattoo after it was healed.
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
"Okay." He turned and went into the bedroom.
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
"Oh, yes, it's been more than two years since we've been apart."
But she just wanted to be safer.
She thought he might as well come and live with her.
Indeed, in two and a half years, new models of mobile phones have been released.
The clothes he wore yesterday were still dry, so he put them on again.
The phone has been silent all day except for the customers, not even a message.
Xu Zhinan also felt a little prick on his cheek. It was his hair, which was very short now.
Lin Qingye's voice was a little hoarse: "Go to the store?"
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Her relationship with Lin Qingye had reached this point, and in fact, the order of many steps in a relationship was no longer important. However, Xu Zhinan still didn't know how to ask him to come and live with her, and she blushed at the thought.
The sound of water inside soon stopped, and Lin Qingye came out wearing a bathrobe.
But the phone Xu Zhinan bought had a small memory. Yesterday, Lin Qingye noticed a message popping up on her phone that the memory space was less than 10%.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
I was groggy at the time and eventually forgot what message I had sent. I was just thinking about what he said.
The phone has been silent all day except for the customers, not even a message.
She slowly turned sideways to face him, her breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.
“That photo.”
She slowly turned sideways to face him, her breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.
The driver thanked him, temporarily pulled over to the side of the road, and answered the call.
Lin Guancheng was caught between the two men for many years until Lin Qingye was imprisoned and became the fuse.
Fill the sink with water and prepare to wash your hair.
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
He looked at Lin Qingye, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He wrapped her in a dry hair towel again and took the hair dryer outside. The hair dryer made a loud, booming sound, and he gently inserted his fingertips into her hair and blew her hair.
Lin Qingye held her in his arms.
Although she understood his temper, since he had already taken that step to come back to find her, he should have thought clearly about what he was going to do next and would not disappear without reason again.
The driver thanked him, temporarily pulled over to the side of the road, and answered the call.
After finishing all this, he walked back to the drum set and sat down.
The car drove out slowly.
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Lin Qingye frowned the whole time.
Her relationship with Lin Qingye had reached this point, and in fact, the order of many steps in a relationship was no longer important. However, Xu Zhinan still didn't know how to ask him to come and live with her, and she blushed at the thought.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
After finishing all this, he walked back to the drum set and sat down.
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
"That's good. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you for two and a half years. I don't know how I would have gotten through the days."
When he got closer, he suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly opened the car door for him, and quickly ran to the driver's seat and got in the car: "Young Master, where are you going?"
He wrapped her in a dry hair towel again and took the hair dryer outside. The hair dryer made a loud, booming sound, and he gently inserted his fingertips into her hair and blew her hair.
Her nose felt a little sour again: "Yeah."
After those two and a half years, he didn't seem to care about many things as much as before.
Xu Zhinan sat alone at the table, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the phone in front of him.
She knew what was on that back.
The phone has been silent all day except for the customers, not even a message.
Lin Qingye sat down on the sofa, drank a sip of tea, and asked calmly: "I heard that you are divorced?"
"sit down."
After two and a half years, the memory is running low and there is only one reason why it has not been replaced. People are afraid that he has been "in there" for so long that he will clearly feel out of touch with the outside world after he comes out.
He looked at Lin Qingye, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The phone has been silent all day except for the customers, not even a message.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
Lin Qingye took his things into the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of water could be heard from inside.
Lin Qingye took out the album, put it into the DVD, pressed the play button, and the first song came out.
Lin Qingye followed him in. Lin Guancheng was standing in front of the French window. He turned around when he heard the voice. He seemed to have aged a lot in the past two years, with a lot of white hair.
He hasn't lived at home for so many years, he can't force him to come back and live here now.
"What's this?"
"Um?"
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
Lin Qingye chuckled: "Want to see your own work?"
“That photo.”
"Yeah." Lin Guancheng nodded, "Where do you live now? Do you want to come back home and live?"
The tattoo happened very suddenly, and Lin Qingye was taken away for investigation not long after that. She has never seen a photo of the tattoo after it was healed.
Lin Qingye came back from smoking and leaned against the bathroom door frame.
Lin Qingye took his things into the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of water could be heard from inside.
The car drove out slowly.
She pursed her lips and looked around. The dishes had been washed and there was nothing else to do. Lin Qingye looked calm, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His eyes fell on her and he asked, "Do you want to wash first or should I?"
hesitate.
Her nose felt a little sour again: "Yeah."
"It should be soon, what's wrong?"
Seeing that she was about to burst into tears again, Lin Qingye sighed helplessly, patted her back, and coaxed her: "Okay, okay, go to sleep."
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
Fortunately, Lin Qingye didn't care.
Lin Qingye stood up, leaned forward, leaned over her to turn on the light, and then took off his pajamas with his back to her.
She frowned and said, "I shouldn't have tattooed this on you then. It must have been so painful."
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
The assistant left, and Lin Guancheng looked at him for a while: "You're back."
The tattoo happened very suddenly, and Lin Qingye was taken away for investigation not long after that. She has never seen a photo of the tattoo after it was healed.
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
"Color toner."
Under the light, the pattern of the girl behind him finally appeared before her.
Xu Zhinan sat on the edge of the bed, and even at this moment he still felt like he was dreaming.
Xu Zhinan lowered his head, tangled his hands together, and nodded obediently: "Yes."
Xu Zhinan's eyes were moist, and her fingertips trembled as she gently stroked it.
"Does it hurt?" she cried.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
Under the light, the pattern of the girl behind him finally appeared before her.
"I didn't let you watch it to make you cry." Lin Qingye laughed, put on his pajamas again, turned off the lights, and pulled the person into his arms.
The driver was already waiting downstairs.
"It's okay, you answer it."
My hands are new to me and they are itchy.
I was groggy at the time and eventually forgot what message I had sent. I was just thinking about what he said.
"Whatever." She suddenly didn't dare to look at him and said, "You wash first."
"Where are you going?" Lin Guancheng asked.
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan looked away, not looking at him, and said, "The quilts here have just been dried in the sun, so they are more comfortable to sleep on. Cleaning your house will take time, too."
"Does it hurt?" she cried.
After so many years, being able to hug him so closely again was a revelation. Xu Zhinan didn't care about being shy and squeezed into his arms, burying her face tightly in his chest, and her arms also went around and pressed against his back.
hesitate.
“That photo.”
"Does it hurt?" she cried.
"It's been so long, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Xu Zhinan swallowed, slowly kicked off his slippers, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and crawled in.
Lin Qingye laughed and said, "Then let's live here."
"Yeah." She answered, and looked around. There were two other customers. She felt like a guilty thief, so she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
Only that photo remained, and two minutes had passed, so it could not be withdrawn.
She frowned and said, "I shouldn't have tattooed this on you then. It must have been so painful."
"I just heard from your uncle Wang yesterday that you have been released. I also learned from him about your future plans. Is there anything I can help you with? You want to make music, which is also a costly thing. Dad can invest in it for you."
hesitate.
"That's good. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you for two and a half years. I don't know how I would have gotten through the days."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingye came up to her from behind again. Xu Zhinan didn't dare to move because she was aware of the hard object pressing against her lower back.
"No, he left later. He doesn't have any tattoos. Is there anything going on at the shop?"
She suddenly remembered, "Where did you sleep last night?"
Seeing that she was about to burst into tears again, Lin Qingye sighed helplessly, patted her back, and coaxed her: "Okay, okay, go to sleep."
The bathroom door was narrow, so Xu Zhinan walked out without even daring to look around.
"Yeah." Xu Zhinan smiled, "I only found out about it later."
Lin Qingye suddenly realized the reason why she didn't change her cell phone.
Lin Qingye smiled and said, "No, I have enough money now."
My scalp is inflamed and allergic, and there are several red spots on it. It hurts when I touch it.
They did nothing that night but slept in each other's arms.
"Come." She paused and moved the hand on her waist.
That night, when she was washing her hair at home, the shampoo seeped into the wound on her scalp and she cried in pain.
The tattoo happened very suddenly, and Lin Qingye was taken away for investigation not long after that. She has never seen a photo of the tattoo after it was healed.
The next morning, Lin Qingye woke up first. When he opened his eyes and saw Xu Zhinan in his arms, he was dazed for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth, hugged her, closed his eyes again, and continued to sleep.
“That photo.”
"Yes, yes, please come in."
"I just heard from your uncle Wang yesterday that you have been released. I also learned from him about your future plans. Is there anything I can help you with? You want to make music, which is also a costly thing. Dad can invest in it for you."
The bed beside him sank again, and then an arm came over, and the scent of Lin Qingye rushed towards him, and his body moved closer.
Even though he had a mask and a hat, he did not appear in the public eye again just in case, but asked the driver to help buy them.
She didn't ask any more questions, as if she unconditionally supported all his choices and decisions: "Okay."
Xu Zhinan didn't have the habit of staying in bed, but perhaps because it was rare for him to sleep so soundly in Lin Qingye's arms, he slept late that day and was woken up by Li Yan's call.
Xu Zhinan sat alone at the table, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the phone in front of him.
The driver's cell phone rang during the journey. He took it out and looked at it. Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Qingye saw the note - Nannan.
After that, it was definitely not possible to continue dyeing hair frequently for fear of damaging the hair follicles. However, Xu Zhinan was stubborn and insisted on keeping her blue hair, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
She hesitated and looked towards the bathroom again. The boy already had the outline of a man, tall and thin, and unkempt.
Xu Zhinan's hair quality has always been good, without any problems like dryness or split ends. It was just that she had injured her scalp once before, which was caused by dyeing her hair too frequently.
Lin Qingye smiled and said, "No, I have enough money now."
The assistant left, and Lin Guancheng looked at him for a while: "You're back."
Lin Qingye stood up, leaned forward, leaned over her to turn on the light, and then took off his pajamas with his back to her.
"Hello?" Xu Zhinan answered the phone with half-closed eyes.
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
She was protecting him carefully in her own way.
He said it as if it was nothing special, but Lin Guancheng felt distressed.
"I saw the message you sent me yesterday."
Even though he had a mask and a hat, he did not appear in the public eye again just in case, but asked the driver to help buy them.
"Master, aren't you coming to the store today?"
Lin Qingye stood up, leaned forward, leaned over her to turn on the light, and then took off his pajamas with his back to her.
Xu Zhinan wrinkled his nose.
Lin Qingye smiled and said, "No, I have enough money now."
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
The other end was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "So you picked up so quickly?"
He laughed on the other end of the phone, a deep laugh that made her ears a little numb. When he spoke, his voice sounded like a complaint and a coquettish tone.
Later, the manager mentioned it to the barber shop guy, so I bought a color restorer. I can apply it when I wash my hair, or use it directly as shampoo. It does little damage to the hair. I will go to the barber shop again when my black hair grows out.
"It's been so long, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Come." She paused and moved the hand on her waist.
Perhaps because of his change in mood and experience, he was no longer as satisfied with the song as before. After listening to it once, Lin Qingye took out a piece of paper, sat on the ground, and started to revise it again.
"I didn't let you watch it to make you cry." Lin Qingye laughed, put on his pajamas again, turned off the lights, and pulled the person into his arms.
"Go back to the apartment. I need to rework that album."
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
"I just heard from your uncle Wang yesterday that you have been released. I also learned from him about your future plans. Is there anything I can help you with? You want to make music, which is also a costly thing. Dad can invest in it for you."
But she just wanted to be safer.
The sleepiness was gone in an instant.
too dark.
I was groggy at the time and eventually forgot what message I had sent. I was just thinking about what he said.
Just now, Lin Guancheng only told him to wait, but did not say that the person in the car was the young master of the Lin family who was imprisoned a few years ago. His eyes were unconsciously fixed on him, which was very rude.
The assistant left, and Lin Guancheng looked at him for a while: "You're back."
The driver's cell phone rang during the journey. He took it out and looked at it. Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Qingye saw the note - Nannan.
Lin Qingye frowned the whole time.
Li Yan also felt that her reaction seemed a little abnormal, thinking about the last customer in the store last night: "Master, are you okay? Didn't that big guy cause you any trouble yesterday?"
Lin Qingye lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and snorted.
Fortunately, Lin Qingye did not mention this detail to deliberately make her shy, even though he must have known about what happened just now.
She slowly turned sideways to face him, her breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
“There is such a thing.”
"No, he left later. He doesn't have any tattoos. Is there anything going on at the shop?"
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
She knew he would never reply to her.
She has earned a lot of money over the years, so she doesn't hesitate to buy a mobile phone.
Plop. Plop.
Soon, the driver came back with two latest models of mobile phones, handed two bags and a card to Lin Qingye, and then set off again to return to the apartment.
The tattoo happened very suddenly, and Lin Qingye was taken away for investigation not long after that. She has never seen a photo of the tattoo after it was healed.
"The studio, just make do for one night."
Lin Qingye walked towards the door, swung his arms behind him, and walked in a casual manner: "Okay."
"No, I just called to ask because I saw you hadn't come today."
But he didn't realize this when he was with Xu Zhinan yesterday. They used the same brand of mobile phone, which was also the latest model two and a half years ago.
gone.
When Lin Guancheng was young, he was busy with his career and indeed neglected Lin Qingye a lot. At first, he did not pay too much attention to Fu Xueming's favoritism between the two children. After all, Lin Qingye was not considered well-behaved at that time.
"You didn't give me the key this morning, and I was locked out."
He wore a mask and a hat and took the elevator all the way to the chairman's office on the top floor of Minsheng Group. The assistant outside stopped him and said, "Excuse me, did you make an appointment with Mr. Lin in advance?"
Xu Zhinan: "Well, I'll be there after I wash up, you go ahead and do your work."
They did nothing that night but slept in each other's arms.
But after Shi Heng passed away, Fu Xueming's prejudice and partiality were no longer concealed, and Lin Guancheng could certainly see it, but he really loved Fu Xueming at that time and couldn't let her go, and he didn't want to admit it, because admitting it would also mean admitting that Fu Xueming had never loved him.
"What's this?"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingye came up to her from behind again. Xu Zhinan didn't dare to move because she was aware of the hard object pressing against her lower back.
Only then did he realize how ridiculous he had been in the past. It was shameful to say that he was a man over fifty years old, but he had to wait until his son entered such a situation before he finally recognized his humble love.
"I'll ask the driver to take you back." Lin Guancheng patted his shoulder, dialed the internal line and gave him instructions, and then said to him, "If you need any help from me in the future, just tell me. After all, you are my only son. If you don't ask me for help, no one will."
Lin Qingye looked at her blue hair.
Xu Zhinan wrinkled his nose.
Lin Qingye's voice was a little hoarse: "Go to the store?"
Since Xu Zhinan's current price is very high, some young girls who want to get tattoos but don't know much about tattoos will still ask her apprentices to do it for them. Xu Zhinan is mainly responsible for some large and delicate jobs that are difficult to get.
After finishing all this, he walked back to the drum set and sat down.
Lin Qingye suddenly noticed his mobile phone. It was a model he had never seen before. It looked like the new model in the concept film he saw two and a half years ago.
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
The car drove out slowly.
Her eyelashes fluttered: "Yeah."
"Oh, yes, it's been more than two years since we've been apart."
Xu Zhinan didn't notice when he was standing there, and was startled. He rinsed the foam off his hair, put on a pair of disposable gloves, took out a blue bottle from the shelf, and squeezed a large amount of blue viscous paste into the palm of his hand.
He smiled and said, "I'm used to living alone."
Her heart was beating wildly. Lin Qingye had just taken a shower, and the smell of cigarette smoke had faded. The smell of shower gel in her bathroom was on his body, mixed with hers. As a result, in this dark environment, she couldn't tell whether Lin Qingye was far away or near to her.
Lin Qingye took his things into the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of water could be heard from inside.
My fingertips unconsciously rubbed it.
Since Xu Zhinan's current price is very high, some young girls who want to get tattoos but don't know much about tattoos will still ask her apprentices to do it for them. Xu Zhinan is mainly responsible for some large and delicate jobs that are difficult to get.
He let her go, and the hard object pressed against his back was no longer touching him.
Xu Zhinan used to classify him as someone who "enjoys life in the moment", free from constraints and taboos.
Lin Qingye suddenly noticed his mobile phone. It was a model he had never seen before. It looked like the new model in the concept film he saw two and a half years ago.
Xu Zhinan quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and ears were red, but she looked more lifelike. She was no longer as lukewarm as before, like an emotionless doll.
Xu Zhinan swallowed, slowly kicked off his slippers, carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and crawled in.
Frequent hair dyeing can cause great damage to the hair, especially blue dyeing which requires fading the color prematurely.
The two were silent for twenty minutes. After the hair was blown, Lin Qingye said, "I'm back. Don't dye it anymore. Black hair looks good too."
Lin Qingye waited until she finished washing up before coming in.
"Wait a minute." Lin Qingye suddenly spoke.
They did nothing that night but slept in each other's arms.
"Yes, yes, please come in."
The clothes he wore yesterday were still dry, so he put them on again.