A hand stretched out in front of him, and before Jiang Lin could react, Ji Minglun took the phone back.
He never saw the lock screen, so he didn't notice what Jiang Lin saw. He just asked, "Did you meet your dad this time when you came back?"
Jiang Lin came back to his senses and shook his head slowly: "He is on a business trip in Shenzhen and will not be back until next month."
Ji Minglun said: "Actually, he is calling you now because he saw the typhoon and wanted to check on you."
Jiang Lin had no expression at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly sneered and turned his face away.
Ji Minglun knew too well the conflict between him and Jiang Jianchen, and he also knew that he didn't want to hear this, so he didn't say anything more. He just glanced at the pillows and blankets on the sofa and said, "Go to bed early."
Jiang Lin looked away, wanting to ask about the content of the WeChat message he had just seen, but he didn't know how to start the conversation.
Deng Yi and Ji Minglun are friends, so it is normal to ask for a birthday present. Just when Jiang Lin was hesitating, Ji Minglun walked to the sofa, sat down, and draped the blanket over himself.
Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said quickly, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
Ji Minglun picked up the remote control and changed the channel: "I'd better go to sleep. I'll watch TV for a while."
When he said this, Ji Minglun stared at the screen. After changing several channels in a row, the man who had been standing still walked to the opposite side of the coffee table and stood between him and the TV.
"You are here to help, I can't let you sleep on the sofa," Jiang Lin said firmly, but after a pause, the last sentence sounded a little weak, "How about we sleep on the bed together?"
Ji Minglun put down the hand holding the remote control and looked at Jiang Lin, his mind full of the words "sleep in bed together".
Even though he knew Jiang Lin didn't mean that and had already decided to let it go, he couldn't help but have an inappropriate reaction when he heard such ambiguous words.
Ji Minglun hid his emotions by taking the oranges from the fruit bowl, and stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go in then."
Jiang Lin didn't turn around and look until the door of the second bedroom was closed.
Although this was an expected result, when Ji Minglun really chose to sleep alone in bed rather than with him, the feeling of loss still weighed heavily on him.
Sitting down in the seat where Ji Minglun had just sat, Jiang Lin turned off the TV, pulled the blanket up to cover his face, and his mind went blank for a while before he remembered that the lights were not turned off.
He got up to turn off the light. When he walked to the wall, he vaguely heard voices coming from somewhere. He turned on the switch, and sure enough, light came through the crack of the second bedroom door.
Guessing that Ji Minglun might be on the phone, he turned to the kitchen to pour some water. When he was leaning against the pool to wash the cups, another flash of lightning flashed outside.
He stared at the blurry world outside the window. After this lightning, a thunder sounded in the sky.
The sound rumbled into his eardrums, and his heart seemed to be suppressed by the air wave, and he was a little breathless for a moment. He turned off the faucet, leaned against the wall for a while, and waited for the water to boil before immediately mixing it with a cup of warm water and drinking it.
After returning to the living room, he was lost in the only light again. But this time he couldn't hear any voices, maybe the call was over.
Jiang Lin lay down on the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, the light in the second bedroom went out, and he pulled up the blanket again, stuffed his head tightly, and closed his eyes to force himself to sleep.
The blanket of appropriate thickness masked a lot of the sound of wind and rain outside the window, but he tossed and turned on the sofa for a long time and still couldn't fall asleep.
Compared to the feeling of sleeping on the sofa at Ji Minglun's house that day, tonight felt like torture.
The furniture in his house is all of Chinese style, and the sofas are designed with an arc that fits the human body's sitting posture in order to make people sit comfortably. When you sit on them, you will feel comfortable when your body sinks into them, but when you lie down, your body will slide to the inside and be squeezed, making it impossible to lie flat, which is particularly uncomfortable over time.
After turning over again, he stared at the crack of the door of the second bedroom, wondering whether Ji Minglun had fallen asleep, when suddenly a muffled thunder struck in the sky.
The thunder exploded almost right next to his ear. He immediately sat up straight, staring at the door of the master bedroom.
At the same time, the person who was tossing and turning in the second bedroom and couldn't sleep looked towards the bedroom door.
In fact, the reason why I agreed to accompany Deng Feng to deliver the cake to Jiang Lin today was not only because it was difficult to get a taxi on a typhoon day, but also because Jiang Lin's mother died on a typhoon-ravaged night.
At that time, Jiang Lin was listening to the rolling thunder and heavy rain outside the window, staring at his sick mother motionlessly until he rushed over.
He still remembered that when he arrived, there were already quite a few people standing in the ward, including Jiang Jianchen, Jiang Lin's grandparents, uncle, aunt, etc. But it was not until he arrived that Jiang Lin, who had been sitting stiffly in the corner, began to react. His lifeless eyes looked at him, like a vine coming through a thorn bush, which immediately lifted his heart.
Later, he took her to the bathroom outside and into the empty cubicle. Jiang Lin finally leaned on his shoulder and broke down crying.
They were both only fourteen years old that year, but Jiang Lin's tragic cry that night was engraved deep in his memory. From then on, every time there was a typhoon, he would accompany Jiang Lin at night, until early summer last year.
Across the Pacific Ocean, he had considered whether Jiang Lin would remember the painful past during the typhoon, but he could no longer reach Jiang Lin at that time, so there was no point in thinking about it.
His drifting thoughts were interrupted by a very light knock on the door, and before he could answer, the doorknob was pushed down and the door opened.
He closed his eyes, only opening them a crack to look towards the door. Jiang Lin first looked at him, then came in and closed the door.
He wanted to see what Jiang Lin would do, so he continued to pretend to sleep. Jiang Lin came over quietly, confirmed that he was not awake, and then put the pillow in his hand on the large carpet beside the bed, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and lay down.
Ji Minglun waited for a while but didn't see Jiang Lin move again, so he made a motion to turn over and lie down. Jiang Lin really sat up and looked at him nervously, but when he didn't react after turning over, he relaxed and lay back down.
Opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling, Ji Minglun sighed in his heart.
It's not easy for Jiang Lin to say that they will continue to be friends. He always approaches and flatters her so cautiously that he doesn't know whether he is more miserable or Jiang Lin is more miserable.
They used to have such a close relationship, but it was destroyed because of his recklessness. Jiang Lin clearly remembered that he felt uncomfortable for a long time after witnessing two boys kissing in an alley in his sophomore year of high school. How could he not be able to help himself and confess to Jiang Lin before he went abroad
It would be great if nothing had happened. Then he could at least still be the closest friend with this feeling.
Does he really have to do as Deng Feng said, that he has to find a guy to date and distract his mind so that he can keep a good distance from Jiang Lin as friends
But when he thought about the fact that the person he was facing was not Jiang Lin, he really couldn't muster any interest.
Chaotic thoughts filled his mind and time passed by unknowingly. After a muffled thunder just now, there was no more thunder in the sky. Ji Minglun looked at the moonlight shining in from the ground by the window and waited for a long time before quietly sitting up.
Leaning his head to look down, he saw Jiang Lin lying on his side with his arms and legs curled up, facing him, and had fallen asleep.
Perhaps it was because of this posture, at this moment Jiang Lin felt somewhat helpless even in his sleep.
Ji Minglun looked at him for a moment, his eyes falling on the fingers he placed next to his face.
Just now, when he took a casual glance while eating, he discovered that the eczema on Jiang Lin's hands, which had improved a lot, had become obvious again.
He stretched his hand down from the edge of the bed, and his fingertips stopped when they were about to touch Jiang Lin's fingertips. Then he stretched his hand to Jiang Lin's cheek and gently stroked his jawline.
Jiang Lin's facial features are very good, he doesn't have the masculine and tough feeling of other boys, his hair is a little longer, and he looks very melancholy. In the past, Ji Minglun liked to see the small tufts of hair tied at the back of his head, and he often couldn't help but touch it, and then he would give him a helpless look.
After lying on the edge of the bed and watching for a while, Ji Minglun got up from the bed, carefully picked up Jiang Lin and put him inside.
The sound of rain became less in the second half of the night, and Ji Minglun stared at the person beside him and fell asleep unknowingly. But he did not sleep deeply, and woke up when the daylight illuminated his eyelids.
Not surprisingly, his arm was pressed under Jiang Lin's head, and the other arm was on Jiang Lin's back. Jiang Lin's hands were on his waist, his face buried in his neck, and he was sleeping soundly against him.
Closing his eyes again, Ji Minglun felt the warmth that he had not felt for so long. The moment he indulged himself, he didn't want to let go anymore. He even wanted to close his arms and hug the person tightly.
Unfortunately, this thought was stopped by the body's reaction. It was easy to lose control in the morning. He hadn't put on any underwear yet. If Jiang Lin woke up and found out, he would feel embarrassed.
Reminding himself to let go, he was about to move when he noticed a low moan from the person in his arms, and then a leg squeezed between his legs.
He held his breath and tightened the hand on his waist, then Jiang Lin stopped moving again.
After waiting stiffly for a while and making sure that Jiang Lin had not woken up, Ji Minglun dared to look down at his face.
Compared to last night, Jiang Lin's face was much rosier, and there were sleep marks on his face. He looked at her, and his attention fell on Jiang Lin's lips. Unfortunately, before he could think of anything, a bell rang in the living room.
It was Jiang Lin's cell phone ringing. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but was soon woken up. When he saw them sleeping in each other's arms, he did not push them away immediately. Instead, he waited until the ringing stopped before he seemed to dare to breathe, and his breathing became heavier.
Ji Minglun waited for Jiang Lin to withdraw his hands and feet and stand up, but he didn't move for a long time. Just when Ji Minglun was beginning to feel puzzled, the bell outside rang again.
This time Jiang Lin took action. He gently pulled his hands and feet away, took his arm away, got out of bed, walked quickly to the door, went out and closed the door.
Ji Minglun kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, only opening his eyes when he heard the door close.
Jiang Lin seemed to have answered the phone, and he could faintly hear a low voice. He soon realized that the call was from Jiang Jianchen, so he sat up and moved his numb arm.
Jiang Jianchen called him last night but Jiang Lin hung up. Later when he entered the room, Jiang Jianchen called him again and asked about the typhoon weather.
Jiang Jianchen had been letting Jiang Lin do what he wanted these years, and Jiang Lin basically knew about Jiang Lin through him. Later, when Jiang Lin went to Los Angeles, Jiang Jianchen still called him as often as before, until he realized that Jiang Lin really didn't know about Jiang Lin's situation in Los Angeles, so he stopped contacting him.
Thinking that Jiang Lin might quarrel with Jiang Jianchen again, Ji Minglun thought of the matter that Ji Zhuosheng had raised with himself.
After that quarrel, Ji Zhuosheng didn't talk to him for several days, and this matter has not yet reached his mother's ears, but if he really considers going abroad, he must start preparing early.
The first thing to face is the language barrier. There are many people who speak English in Seoul, but it is definitely not as convenient as Korean. There is also the issue of work.
Once you start thinking about these things, it becomes overwhelming and it's easy to get upset, but this time the door was opened again before he could think much about it.
Jiang Lin didn't knock on the door, probably because he thought he was still asleep. As a result, he stared at him who was sitting in the bed with the door half open.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. Just when Ji Minglun was thinking about whether to make an excuse that he had just woken up, Jiang Lin asked first, "Did I wake you up?"
Following Jiang Lin's words, Ji Minglun yawned and said, "Well, I don't know why my arm got numb from sleeping."
He pinched his sore arm. Jiang Lin looked a little uncomfortable and changed the subject: "I'll make breakfast. Do you want a hamburger? There's a quick one in the fridge."
The sound of wind and rain outside continued. Ji Minglun stepped out of bed in his slippers and walked towards the door: "Let me cook noodles. We just had hot pot last night. Don't eat something so greasy in the morning."
Jiang Lin moved aside a little, and when Ji Minglun walked past him, he glanced at the man's crotch seemingly inadvertently. After seeing clearly, he quickly turned his face away. After Ji Minglun went into the bathroom, he leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
He lowered his eyes to look at the arc that he was holding up. He covered his face with his right hand, but he couldn't help but look through his fingers at the bed.
If Jiang Jianchen's call hadn't woken him up first, would Ji Minglun have discovered that they slept together
But how did he get on the bed? He clearly remembered sleeping on the carpet after he came in.
Could it be that he climbed up there by himself while he was half asleep
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