This time, Ji Minglun took a week off to accompany Jiang Lin.
Originally he wanted to take a two-week leave, but after communicating with the school he found out that he would not be able to make it in time for the final admission, so he could only take a one-week leave.
Jiang Lin still chose to transfer in Shanghai. They landed in Pudong from Takasaki, had afternoon tea and took a short rest at the airport, and were ready to board the plane at six o'clock.
Ji Minglun applied for a visa this spring, and when Jiang Lin mentioned the visa not long ago, he said it was still valid. Jiang Lin saw the date on his visa and asked him if he wanted to go to Los Angeles when he applied. He didn't deny it, and smiled and said that he actually planned to ask about it last summer, but unfortunately he gave up in the end.
When talking about this topic, Jiang Lin felt a little guilty, but Ji Minglun didn't think it was a big deal. It was all in the past anyway, and he looked at it from a positive perspective. Without this year of separation, Jiang Lin would not have been able to fully realize her feelings for him.
When the plane left the ground, Jiang Lin looked out the window at the Pudong Airport that was gradually moving away behind him, and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.
He also left here more than a year ago, but at that time he had just broken up with Ji Minglun. In fact, it was not a breakup, he was unilaterally avoiding Ji Minglun, so no one knew when he would leave, and it was even more impossible for anyone to see him off. At that time, he was in a trance, full of hesitation about the next two years of life, unlike now, Ji Minglun was sitting next to him and holding his hand when the plane took off.
Feeling the warmth transmitted from his fingertips, Jiang Lin curled the corners of his mouth and turned to glance at the person next to him.
Ji Minglun was looking at the window beside him, and also looking at him. His smiling eyes reflected the blue sky outside the window, as well as the small figure of him whose appearance could not be seen clearly.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Minglun asked curiously.
Jiang Lin shook his head and lowered his eyes to look at the hands held together.
They bought business class seats, two seats on each side of a row, which provided better privacy. Even if Ji Minglun held his hand on the armrest, he didn't have to worry about people in the next row seeing him. He held Ji Minglun's fingers tightly, and after a moment he said, "It's very different now than the last time I flew to Los Angeles."
Ji Minglun understood what he meant and agreed, "Well, I didn't know you were gone until you arrived in Los Angeles."
"I wanted to chase you and ask you about it, but unfortunately I didn't have a visa at that time. After I calmed down, I became angry and didn't want to go anymore."
"Are you mad at me for leaving without saying goodbye?" Jiang Lin asked.
Looking at the eczema on Jiang Lin's fingertips that had almost healed, Ji Minglun said, "I'm angry at you for being so cruel. It's fine if you don't like me, but you ran away without saying a word after more than ten years of friendship. You didn't answer the phone or open the door."
"I thought I would never see you again."
At the end of his speech, Ji Minglun was a little distracted, perhaps returning to the mood he was in at that time. The smile on his face disappeared and his eyes became dim.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Lin squeezed his hand, and waited until he raised his eyes to look at her before continuing, "I really didn't know what to do at the time."
"actually… "
Jiang Lin was about to say something but stopped. Ji Minglun asked, "Actually what?"
Staring at the phone on his thigh, Jiang Lin whispered after a while: "Actually, I wanted to leave at that time, not only because I didn't know how to face you, but also because I didn't know how to face myself that night."
"What's the meaning?"
This time Jiang Lin was quiet for a longer time.
Seeing that he couldn't say it, Ji Minglun suddenly remembered something, approached him and asked tentatively: "Do you want to say that you also felt the same way that night?"
Jiang Lin's ears quickly felt hot after his unexpressible thoughts were touched upon. He turned his head to look out the window, but his fingers were nervously gripping the armrest of the left seat.
Seeing his reaction clearly, Ji Minglun said: "It seems that it was not my illusion that I kissed you hard."
Jiang Lin could no longer recall the scene of that night, because now on the plane, Ji Minglun made him react with just one sentence.
Pulling back his right hands that were holding each other's hands, he tried to calm down, looking at the sea of clouds outside the window and clearing his mind, hoping to calm his body in this way, but the guy next to him didn't let him go.
His hot breath kept brushing past his ears, refusing to pull away. Seeing that he didn't answer, Ji Minglun continued, "You didn't push me away at first, I thought you were scared. Now think about it, you let me kiss you for quite a while."
"You didn't dodge when we were kissing, and you didn't pull away when I put my arm around your waist," Ji Minglun became more and more addicted. "It was only when I bumped into you that you reacted."
Ji Minglun kissed his hot earlobe, noticing his shoulders shuddering. He couldn't help but smile and lowered his head, resting his forehead on his shoulder and upper arm: "If only I could kiss you earlier. If you hadn't gone abroad at that time, maybe we could have been together earlier."
Jiang Lin couldn't utter a word.
He stared at the slowly rolling sea of clouds outside the window, and only closed his eyes when his eye sockets became hot and his eyeballs felt a little sore.
Every word Ji Minglun said engraved on his heart. Although this conversation originated from his sudden confession, he himself did not understand why he took the initiative to bring it up to Ji Minglun. It was clearly not in line with his character at all.
However, when listening to Ji Minglun saying intimate words in public that could not be heard by outsiders, he actually felt an indescribable sense of excitement and inexplicably wanted to hear Ji Minglun say more.
He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him and could only blame it all on the impact of the upcoming separation.
Because of this secret communication, the atmosphere between them remained somewhat ambiguous during the remaining ten hours of flight. Whether they were eating or sleeping together, or even watching movies together, listening to music with headphones each, or even when Ji Minglun covered her with a blanket and kissed her after dark when everyone else was resting, he became extremely excited.
This feeling continued until they landed. Without even having time to pick up their luggage, Ji Minglun pulled Jiang Lin and found the nearest restroom under his guidance. The two of them entered the same cubicle, hugged each other and kissed each other passionately.
Jiang Lin had never been so eager for Ji Minglun outside. The more he couldn't touch him, the more he wanted him. Ji Minglun was also eager to touch him, but the entanglement of lips and tongue could not offset the accumulation of more than ten hours. In the end, Jiang Lin's waist became weak after being kissed. He felt that if he continued, he would not be able to go out to see people, so he had to stop, pushed Ji Minglun away and calmed his breathing.
It was already bright when Jiang Lin came out of the airport. He hailed a taxi and went to a residential area near the school.
He and Lu Zhe shared a house in a townhouse. The building's exterior walls were American-style with red bricks and gray tiles, and it had a lawn and courtyard. Ginkgo trees were planted on both sides of the road in front of them. When the wind blew, the green leaves of the trees rustled. Young people riding bicycles and residents who got up early to exercise or walk their dogs passed by the trees from time to time. You could also see yellow and white school buses passing through the morning sky.
Although there was no language problem, everything here was unfamiliar to Ji Minglun. However, when he thought of Jiang Lin having lived in such an environment for four seasons, he felt an unreal sense of familiarity, and he admired the scenery all the way until he reached his destination.
When Jiang Lin got off the car, he took out the key from his bag and was about to open the small iron door downstairs when he heard someone shout, "Berial!"
Jiang Lin turned his head and saw a face full of surprise bathed in the morning sun. He smiled at the other person, and then saw the other person running towards him, running into his arms, hooking his neck, and hanging on him in the air.
Ji Minglun was stunned, but Jiang Lin's reaction was very natural. He put his arms around the other's waist and said in English with a smile, "You've gained weight again."
The girl in Jiang Lin's arms was about 5 or 6 years old, with curly blonde hair and snow-white skin. She pounced on him with such force that Jiang Lin was knocked back a step before he could stand firm.
Ji Minglun reached out and supported Jiang Lin's waist. When the girl saw him, she didn't bother to refute Jiang Lin's words and directly said to Ji Minglun: "Who are you?"
Ji Minglun wanted to introduce himself, but before he could say anything, he heard Jiang Lin explaining for him. The girl smiled at Ji Minglun, and after saying her name, she ignored Ji Minglun and turned around to kiss Jiang Lin on the face, saying coquettishly in Chinese: "I miss you so much."
Her Chinese pronunciation was very standard. Jiang Lin laughed again after hearing it and asked her if she had continued to study Chinese in the past two months. The girl said yes. Just as she was about to say something else, she heard a noise coming from behind the small closed iron door next to her. Then the door was opened, and a black-haired young man in a loose white shirt walked out.
"Kloey, look who's back!" the girl shouted excitedly to the young man. The young man opened the door and came out after hearing the noise. He had already seen the scene outside through the window.
Jiang Lin put the girl down, walked towards the man who was leaning against the door and stretched out his arms to him, and hugged him tightly.
This black-haired young man with a gentle and charming smile was about the same size as Jiang Lin, and about the same age. There was a hint of laziness in his eyes. Ji Minglun was still confused about why Jiang Lin was hugging people everywhere, and then he heard the young man looking at him and asking, "He is Ji Minglun, right?"
Jiang Lin turned around to look at Ji Minglun, who was still in a state of confusion, and there was a hint of subtle shyness in his expression.
"Yes, let me introduce him to you." Jiang Lin returned to Ji Minglun and pointed at the handsome young man leaning against the door and said, "Minglun, he is Lu Zhe, my roommate from Hong Kong."
Ji Minglun had heard Jiang Lin mention Lu Zhe, and he also knew that Lu Zhe had made a lot of efforts in their relationship, so he stepped forward and took the initiative to shake Lu Zhe's hand: "Hello."
Lu Zhe shook his hand lightly and then let go. He turned around and said with a smile, "Come in, I'm making breakfast. Have you eaten yet?"
"He and I are going out to eat later." Jiang Lin didn't let Lu Zhe help him carry his luggage. He walked in, looked at the living room, and asked, "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"
While they were chatting, Ji Minglun also came in with his luggage and glanced at the layout of the living room on the first floor from behind Jiang Lin.
Although Jiang Lin and Lu Zhe rented a townhouse, each villa here is only about 100 square meters and has three floors. The first floor is a public area, and Lu Zhe and Jiang Lin live in rooms on the second and third floors respectively.
The big TV in the living room was playing a TVB drama. The Cantonese he suddenly heard gave him a strange illusion. Jiang Lin turned around and explained, "Lu Zhe is a fan of TVB dramas."
Ji Minglun nodded. Lu Zhe had just gotten up and was making breakfast in the kitchen. He faintly smelled a burnt smell. Jiang Lin told him not to bother with his own business, and they carried the suitcase to the third floor together.
When they turned the corner of the stairs, a ray of sunlight came in from the window beside them and spread on this section of redwood steps. Jiang Lin was bathed in the bright light. I don't know if he felt his gaze, but he suddenly turned around to look at him and said with a smile: "Go up one more floor, my room is on the third floor."
Ji Minglun's attention was fixed on the curve of Jiang Lin's lips, and he responded after a moment. Jiang Lin didn't notice his distraction, and after reaching the third floor, he opened the door of his room and went in. As soon as he put the bag on his shoulder on the desk, a force hit his back, and then his waist was locked by two arms, and warm lips fell on the back of his neck.
The air conditioner was on in the taxi and at home, but Jiang Lin still sweated a little. He smiled and dodged Ji Minglun's kiss, turned his head to look at the open door: "I'm sweaty, don't kiss me, the door is not closed yet!"
Ji Minglun kicked the door shut and Jiang Lin was pushed to the bedside, and the two of them stumbled and fell.
Before kissing Jiang Lin's lips, Ji Minglun whispered in an ambiguous tone: "Did I kiss you less when you were sweaty?"
Jiang Lin thought of the reasons that made him sweat profusely and felt embarrassed. Before he could refute, his mouth was blocked.
Love and desire intertwined and surged towards him, it was the impulse that could not be completely extinguished in the bathroom at the airport. Although he was worried that Lu Zhe was downstairs, Jiang Lin knew that Lu Zhe would definitely knock on the door before entering the room, but these were secondary. The most important thing was that he didn't want to push Ji Minglun away.
The two of them rolled around on the bed for several times before they had time to change the sheets. Jiang Lin couldn't stand Ji Minglun's teasing and half-reluctantly let his zipper be pulled down. He hurriedly grabbed Ji Minglun's wrist and used his remaining sanity to ask Ji Minglun to go and lock the door.
Ji Minglun didn't want to let him go, but he didn't want others to see him like this, so he decisively went over to turn the lock. Jiang Lin relaxed, but soon tensed up again, trembling in Ji Minglun's arms, and tried to bite his lips several times, but the other pair of lips blocked his voice.
He hugged Ji Minglun's neck tightly with his left hand, feeling the ceiling light shaking more and more violently in his out-of-focus vision. Ji Minglun kept kissing him, his tongue invading his breathing passage, and soon he felt like he was about to suffocate. His body shook violently uncontrollably. When the scene in front of him became clear again, Ji Minglun finally let go of his lips.
Their chests were pressed together, rising and falling rapidly, and the sweat soaked the fabric of their clothes. Unfortunately, this level of touch was not enough to satisfy him, and Ji Minglun hugged him and kissed him for a long time. When he stood up to find a tissue, he said he didn't need it and went into the bathroom in the bedroom to take a shower.
Lu Zhe came back two days earlier than him, and the water and electricity supply had been arranged. Jiang Lin took a hot bath, and the fatigue of the journey was swept away. When he came out, he felt refreshed. Ji Minglun also went in to take a bath. It was almost noon when he came downstairs. Lu Zhe was lying on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, watching TV series. When he turned his head to look at the two of them, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
Thinking about how he had stayed upstairs for too long, Jiang Lin couldn't help but feel awkward. Fortunately, Lu Zhe knew his temper well and didn't say anything joking. He just paused and said, "There are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. How about we eat at home for lunch? I'll show you a few dishes I learned during the summer vacation."