After entering the house, Jiang Lin walked to the sofa and sat down. He watched Ji Minglun take out ice cubes from under the refrigerator, wrap them in a clean towel and hand them to him.
Gently pressing the bag of ice cubes on the spot on the back of his head where he had hit it, he raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.
Ji Minglun put one hand on his waist, his tone was as cold as ever: "If you feel dizzy and want to vomit, just tell me, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."
"That's not the case." Jiang Lin said in a muffled voice.
Ji Minglun looked at him again, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Jiang Lin stood up and said, "You haven't answered my previous question yet."
Without looking back, Ji Minglun walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
Jiang Lin sat back on the sofa and threw the bag of ice cubes on the coffee table. After a while, he heard the continuous sound of water coming from the bathroom. He wanted to go to the kitchen to wash his hands, but when he was about to get a tissue, the screen of his mobile phone on the island lit up.
It was Ji Minglun's phone, and it was within his sight. Jiang Lin glanced over and saw the WeChat message on the lock screen.
[Minglun, don't be so upset with your father. He wants to bring you to immigrate with good intentions. You have been alone for so many years. When he was working... ]
Before I could finish reading the rest of the content, the screen went out.
Jiang Lin looked towards the bathroom. Emotionally he wanted to finish reading the message, but his mind told him that it was not right to do so. He and Ji Minglun no longer had the close relationship they had in the past.
Fortunately, he saw the key part and understood why Ji Minglun was in a bad mood.
Not knowing which country Ji Minglun's father wanted to go to, Jiang Lin recalled carefully, but after thinking for a long time he could not remember Ji Zhuosheng having such an idea. Ji Minglun had never mentioned it in the past, so it should have happened within this year.
He just came back not long ago, and he will have to report back to school in two months. The pressure of the second year of graduate school will be even greater, and he may not have time during the winter vacation. If Ji Minglun agreed to immigrate and they were not together, it would be even more difficult to meet in the future.
Does he have to live permanently in the country where Ji Minglun immigrated after graduation
Actually, this is not impossible, but...
Staring at the dark screen of his mobile phone, Jiang Lin suddenly realized that he had been thinking too much. All this had to be based on the premise that they could be together.
It's unnecessary for him to think about these things now as nothing has been decided yet.
Reminding himself to calm down, Jiang Lin returned to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. When Ji Minglun came out after washing, he was no longer on the sofa in the living room.
After looking around the kitchen, Ji Minglun walked to the entrance and saw the pair of black Vans canvas shoes still there.
There was no one in the second bedroom and the study. Ji Minglun turned and walked into the master bedroom, and saw a figure behind the floor-to-ceiling window.
Jiang Lin folded his arms, resting them on the iron carved railing, gazing at the beautiful night view under the tall building.
Walking behind him, Ji Minglun said, "It's late, you should go back."
Jiang Lin didn't move. A part of his ponytail was pulled loose by Ji Minglun, and the rubber band was gone. The hair that was as long as the side of his neck was constantly blown up by the summer night wind, sending a familiar fragrance into Ji Minglun's breath.
The smell reminded Ji Minglun of a detail that he had overlooked when he was combing his hair just now.
The scent of Jiang Lin's hair is the same as the smell of the shampoo he is used to using. Could it be that Jiang Lin is using the same shampoo as him
The person leaning against the guardrail didn't know what he was thinking. He just rested his face on his arms and whispered, "I'm very sleepy. I don't want to drive anymore."
After taking a shower, Ji Minglun was almost sober. He was not fooled by Jiang Lin: "I'll call a designated driver for you. He will be here in a few minutes."
Turning around and walking into the room, Ji Minglun wanted to get his phone. After taking two steps, he heard Jiang Lin say, "I went to the kitchen to wash my hands just now, and I saw that there was a new message on your phone."
"I didn't peek on purpose. The lock screen would show it, too," Jiang Lin explained, turning to look at Ji Minglun's back, "You're just unhappy about the immigration issue."
Ji Minglun put his hands in the pockets of his bathrobe. A breeze blew through the room, making him feel cold under his bathrobe, reminding him that he had not put on his clothes after taking a shower.
Thinking of the last time Jiang Lin took a shower at his house without wearing anything, Ji Minglun clenched his hands in his pockets and said, "This has nothing to do with you. I'm very tired. If you don't want to call a designated driver, take a taxi back and come back tomorrow to drive the car away."
Walking into the bedroom, he opened the closet and took out a black pair of pants, then went to the bathroom and locked the door before putting them on. When he came out, he found Jiang Lin standing next to the refrigerator in the kitchen, his upper body blocked by the refrigerator door, and he didn't know what he was looking for.
He really didn't feel like accompanying Jiang Lin, so he strode over. As soon as he got behind Jiang Lin, four cans of beer were stuffed into his arms. Jiang Lin also took out a bag of frozen squid strips, closed the refrigerator door and said to him, "Do you want to go to the balcony or sit in the living room to drink?"
His eyelids twitched, and before Ji Minglun could answer, he heard Jiang Lin continue, "The balcony is still hot, sit in the living room."
Jiang Lin was as familiar with this home as his own. He walked to the smart home screen on the wall, adjusted the room temperature from 24 degrees to 26 degrees, sat cross-legged in front of the sofa, looked up and found Ji Minglun still standing in front of the refrigerator, so he asked: "You don't want to sit on the sofa? Then where do you want to sit? Do you want to sit?"
Seeing Jiang Lin standing up and walking towards the master bedroom in slippers after asking the question, Ji Minglun was simply impressed by his nerves. Is it appropriate for them to sit on the bed now
Calling Jiang Lin who had stepped into the master bedroom, Ji Minglun sat on the sofa with a lot of anger in his heart, and opened a can of wine and drank it in big gulps.
Jiang Lin walked around the coffee table and sat down next to Ji Minglun. The sofa cushion sank a little towards him. Ji Minglun felt it and glanced at the person next to him while tilting his head back to drink.
Jiang Lin also opened a can of beer and took a few gulps.
Since they turned eighteen, they would often sit on the sofa or in the bedroom drinking and chatting. However, Jiang Lin's alcohol tolerance was not good, and he would get drunk after two cans of Heineken every time.
The last time they went to the pub to drink, he remembered that Jiang Lin only drank a few small glasses of sake. It seemed that Jiang Lin still hadn't improved his drinking capacity in the more than a year since he came to Los Angeles. Does this mean that after leaving him, Jiang Lin has no other friends to drink with
Realizing that he was overthinking again, Ji Minglun took a big gulp of cold beer. When Jiang Lin handed him the squid strips, he said "no". Seeing Jiang Lin take the squid strips back and continue eating them by himself, his temple began to ache again.
How thick-skinned is this guy
The house was silent for a moment. Apart from the sound of Ji Minglun swallowing beer, the only sound was Jiang Lin eating squid strips. When he was about to open the third pull ring, Jiang Lin reached out and took the can of Heineken.
Ji Minglun looked at him sideways and heard Jiang Lin say, "Drinking alone won't solve the problem. Where does Uncle Ji want to immigrate to?"
Leaning on the sofa, the tense shoulder and back muscles relaxed, but because Ji Minglun was wearing a bathrobe, his legs lost strength and spread out to both sides. Jiang Lin's eyes passed over the black fabric that was faintly visible between his legs, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally.
Ji Minglun was looking at the ceiling, not noticing what Jiang Lin was looking at. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Seoul."
Jiang Lin was a little surprised. In his impression, Ji Zhuosheng's previous business scope was mostly in China, with a small part involving Southeast Asia, but he had never heard of any business in Seoul.
“Why did you choose South Korea?”
Staring at the ceiling light in the living room for too long, double images began to appear in front of his eyes. Ji Minglun closed his eyes to rest: "How should I know."
Ji Minglun's parents each formed a new family after their divorce, and both families were very accepting of him. However, he was unwilling to integrate into either family and felt that he was more comfortable living alone.
"Didn't you have a good talk with him?" Jiang Lin asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"So was the WeChat message just now sent by Aunt Cheng, or..."
"My mother doesn't know about this yet. If she knew, she would definitely quarrel with him."
That's the one. Jiang Lin thought to himself, Ji Minglun's stepmother Xie Min.
"You don't want to go?" Jiang Lin continued to ask.
Lifting his eyelids, Ji Minglun glanced at Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin was confused by the stare, and he didn't want to explain. He sat up straight, pulled the pull ring that he hadn't been able to open just now, and drank half of the bottle.
Jiang Lin wanted to persuade him to drink less, but thinking that he was upset, he had to go along with him: "You still have one year left before graduation. He shouldn't force you to give up your studies in this year."
When Ji Minglun was choosing his undergraduate major, he had argued with Ji Zhuosheng several times. Ji Zhuosheng only had a daughter with his second wife, so he hoped that Ji Minglun could take over his business. But Ji Minglun had no interest in business and was devoted to journalism.
At that time, Ji Zhuosheng asked Jiang Lin for help to persuade him, but Jiang Lin knew Ji Minglun very well. Not only did he not make things difficult for Ji Minglun, he also persuaded Ji Zhuosheng to be more open-minded.
"Not really," Ji Minglun sneered, "He said I could go there after I graduate."
Jiang Lin felt uneasy when he saw Ji Minglun's cold face. Based on his understanding of Ji Minglun, he thought that Ji Minglun would not go there, but his understanding of him stopped a year ago. He was not sure what Ji Minglun would think now.
"So you don't want to go, do you?"
Ji Minglun looked at Jiang Lin, and a hint of subtle temptation flashed in his slender eyes.
Since Jiang Lin came back, he has discovered more than one such temptation. With mixed feelings in his heart, he suddenly wanted to hear what Jiang Lin would say when he was really drunk, so he put a can of beer in front of Jiang Lin, raised his chin and said, "Finish your drink first and I'll talk later."
Jiang Lin's own can was not yet empty, but he did not hesitate. He opened the pull ring and started drinking. Halfway through, he stopped, burped, and continued drinking. This action reminded Ji Minglun of the time when he burped until midnight last night.
Later he didn’t reply to the message. I don’t know if he fell asleep or he felt that the message “Drink more hot water” was too perfunctory.
Most likely the latter. Ji Minglun lowered his eyes and looked at his clasped hands, but was soon interrupted by movement next to him.
Turning around, Jiang Lin finished the can of beer, then drank the rest of his own can, stood up and walked to the kitchen, and took four more cans from the refrigerator.
It seemed like he was going to stay drunk, but Ji Minglun began to regret it. If Jiang Lin was really drunk, he would be the one in trouble. Not only would he have to take care of this drunk, but he would also have to send him back.
So after Jiang Lin sat down, he took the beer and put it aside, saying with a sullen face, "Don't drink it."
"Okay," Jiang Lin said simply, "Then answer me, you don't want to go, right?"
The two looked at each other. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Jiang Lin's eyes were much more direct. His dark pupils looked into Ji Minglun's eyes, without dodging or avoiding. Ji Minglun's breathing became a little difficult, so he had to turn his face away and press his temples on both sides with his left thumb and ring finger to cover it up.
Jiang Lin did not urge him. He just waited until he saw Ji Minglun nodded, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then I'll refuse to the end." He pulled the ring and took two more sips of beer. "Compared to my dad, your dad is at least more obedient."
Because of the last sentence, Ji Minglun stopped trying to stop him. Seeing that he had finished drinking half a can, he stretched out his hand and said, "That's enough. I'll call a taxi for you."
Jiang Lin didn't answer. He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes open, but his look was not as clear as before.
Ji Minglun wanted to pull him up, but he dodged. He took the pillow behind his waist and put it aside, then moved his butt and lay down.
"I don't want to move anymore." He looked at Ji Minglun and said.