When Ling Jie received the call and rushed to the school, Ling Song was standing at the door of the teacher's office.
He hung his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ling Jie stepped forward and coughed lightly.
Ling Song raised his head with stubborn eyes: "Brother, I hit someone."
"Why did you hit someone?"
"He secretly took pictures of me and Wen Yuanchu, and even scolded Wen Yuanchu."
Ling Jie patted him on the shoulder and went into the office.
Jiang Yiming, who was strong on the outside but tall on the inside, was crying inside.
His mother also came, and Jiang Yiming's mother screamed sharply from time to time.
Ling Jie responded with ease, occasionally interspersed with Ma Guosheng's persuasion and reconciliation.
Ling Song was too lazy to listen, staring at the dead branches trembling in the autumn wind outside the corridor ahead, his mood calmed down abnormally.
An hour later, Ling Jie and Ma Guosheng thanked each other and led Ling Song away.
Sitting in the car, Ling Song muttered softly: "Brother, why are you here again today?"
Ling Jie was angry: "You still want your parents to come? You want to piss them off?"
"Then will you tell them?"
Ling Jie frowned: "How long have you been with Yuanchu?"
"… Almost a year."
Ling Jie stepped on the accelerator to start the car: "Go and tell your parents yourself."
I still have to say it, post the photo on the school post bar, so that everyone knows it, and I can't hide it.
At the dinner table, Ling Song directly told his parents about it.
Ling's father and Ling's mother taught him a few words, but they didn't say that he was not allowed to be with Wen Yuanchu.
They seemed to accept their son's relationship with a boy very quickly.
Ling's mother sighed: "It's fine if you fall in love with Yuanchu, and we don't bother to object. Like you, there is a high probability that you will not find a better partner than Yuanchu in the future. It would be nice to be with him, but now you are in the third year of high school. , you must put your studies first, let alone fighting again."
Ling Song: "Oh."
His parents are really open-minded.
But that's not the end of the matter.
The photo was taken by a classmate in their class. He saw him kissing Wen Yuanchu that day, and took the photo. Later, he sold it to Jiang Yiming, who posted it on the Internet. It was Jiang Yiming's fault in the first place, but Ling Song hit the person first, and it was barely evened out, but the turmoil of the kiss photo could not be calmed down in the school.
Even though the original post has been deleted, the post bar is still full of discussions about this matter, and it can't be suppressed.
According to the school's wishes, Ling Song will suspend classes temporarily, and wait for the results to come out.
Fortunately, the principal of the school is Ling Jie's friend. Ling Jie said that he would go to talk to someone tomorrow to see how to deal with it to minimize the impact.
In the evening, Mother Wen came to the door specially. Ling Song didn't know what she had said to her parents and brothers. Anyway, the elders should have passed the test.
Ling Song fell into the bed depressed.
I feel very unlucky.
There are countless unread messages in WeChat.
To the concern of classmates and friends, Ling Song replied one by one that it was all right.
Only Wen Yuanchu sent it, so he didn't know what to say.
Wen Yuanchu: I know about the post bar, did you fight with someone again? Did you suffer? Did your parents scold you? Did my mother go to your house? Don't worry, she will talk to your parents.
Wen Yuanchu: It's not a big deal, don't take it to heart, anyway, after I walk you through, you don't have to go to school. After a long time, no one will remember this matter soon.
Wen Yuanchu: Ling Song, can you talk to me
Ling Song: Are you annoying? Why haven't I seen you talk so much in my previous life
Two minutes later, there was a direct voice call over there.
Ling Song pressed to hang up.
Wen Yuanchu called a second time and hung up again.
The third time, the fourth time.
When the voice call rang for the fifth time, Ling Song couldn't bear to answer it.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Ling Song..."
As soon as Wen Yuanchu opened his mouth, Ling Song swallowed the curse words on his lips.
He hadn't heard Wen Yuanchu's voice for so long, and he was actually very reluctant, maybe he didn't want to admit it.
"Ling Song, did you really fight with someone today? Did you get hurt yourself?"
Ling Song replied vaguely: "I punched him twice and kicked him again. Before he got up and fought back, the teacher had already arrived."
Wen Yuanchu: "What does the school say now?"
"I'm not allowed to go to school these two days, and I'm told to wait for the school to deal with it. If I don't go, I won't go. I have to go to school."
When Ling Song said this, he couldn't help thinking that if he was the same person in his previous life, he would always have to reprimand him every time he did something impulsively and caused trouble.
But now, Wen Yuanchu on the other end of the phone quietly listened to him, and only comforted him: "It's okay if you don't go to school for a few days, just read your homework at home, I'll go back next week, and I'll make up for you if you miss homework." .”
Ling Song felt relieved, Wen Yuanchu didn't scold him.
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"... let's not talk about it, that's it, I have to do my homework, you take the exam well."
Before hanging up the phone, he seemed to hear a chuckle from Wen Yuanchu on the other end.
Ling Song wasn't sure if it was his illusion.
The next day, Ling Jie went to school again and finally settled the matter.
The school means that Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu can no longer be in the same class, so as not to have a bad influence.
This is not a big problem, anyway, Wen Yuanchu will be recommended nine times out of ten, and at worst he will not go to school in the future, so there is no need to transfer Ling Song.
Ling Song has to write a self-criticism about the beating.
There were only the last two days of classes left this week, so Ling Jie simply asked him to stay at home and study on his own, and wait until the turmoil subsided before going back to school next week.
Wen Yuanchu called in the next two nights, and Ling Song had to wait for five rings each time before answering. He used this method to express his dissatisfaction with Wen Yuanchu for lying to him, and told Wen Yuanchu that he had not forgiven him.
Wen Yuanchu didn't care, at least Ling Song didn't ignore him any more, it's good now.
Wen Yuanchu said on the other end of the phone: "A few days ago, I visited a few colleges and universities and held symposiums. Tomorrow is the official competition exam. First, the written test and the experimental operation the day after tomorrow. The results should be available in two days."
Ling Song responded casually: "Oh, then you go on."
"Ling Song, will you see me when I go back? Are you still angry with me?"
Ling Song didn't say anything, just hung up the phone.
Another WeChat message came in over there.
Wen Yuanchu: Ling Song, how can you not be angry with me
The more he asked, the more aggrieved Ling Song felt.
Ling Song: I don't want Wen Che, I only want Wen Yuanchu, if you are only Wen Yuanchu, I won't be angry with you.
Wen Yuanchu: But I am Wen Yuanchu and Wen Che, you can't just have one.
Ling Song: You didn't like me when I didn't have memories of my previous life. Now I know you have memories of my previous life. Can I not like you? You are also double-standard.
Wen Yuanchu: I don't like you, never.
Ling Song: Liar.
Wen Yuanchu: It's true, I liked you before, I just want to wait for you to remember.
Ling Song: What if I can't remember for the rest of my life
Wen Yuanchu: No, I know not.
Ghost letter.
Ling Song thought, so many people around him have the same face as the people he knew in his previous life.
His parents and Ma Taifu lived to the age of 40 or 50, and they had no memory of their previous lives.
I really don't know where Wen Yuanchu's confidence came from, he will definitely remember it.
So I don't want to talk to that liar again.
He said that he liked him, he was not good to him in his previous life, and he was not good to him in the first ten years of this life.
No one likes him so much.
It's so irritating.
Saturday night.
Ling Song sat at the desk, brushing up questions absently.
Wen Yuanchu should have finished the exam today, and I don't know how he did...
While thinking wildly, a new message popped up on the screen of the phone, it was from Uncle Wen Yan.
Wen Yan: At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the competition and exams were over today. We took him out to dinner in the evening and drank a few glasses of wine. This kid was actually drunk. I think he was very depressed, so he didn't even ask. Did you guys quarrel
Ling Song was a little surprised that Wen Yuanchu was actually drunk
In previous palace banquets, others took turns toasting him wine, and he drank it without changing his face, and he didn't even see a blushing heartbeat. How come he can get drunk now after drinking with his uncle
Ling Song: Then you must have given him alcohol.
Wen Yan: Tsk, you kid needs a spanking, right? He was in a bad mood, we drank with him, who would have thought that he would drink the red and the white together, and he would just get himself drunk.
Ling Song: That's what you did on purpose. If you want to stop it, can't you stop it
Wen Yan: You are not stupid, why did Yuan Chu say you were stupid? I think he is also a fool.
... You bastard, you even called him stupid in front of my uncle.
Wen Yan sent a photo.
In the photo, Wen Yuanchu leaned quietly on the back seat of the car with his eyes closed. If Wen Yan hadn't said that he was drunk, he would have seemed to be asleep.
Ling Song stared at it for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Wen Yan: Did you really quarrel? Come and talk to me, brother, I will help you analyze, brother is a master of love.
Ling Song: Brother Yan, if Uncle Wen Yingtang lied to you, what would you do
Wen Yan: That depends on what is being lied to? If he cheats, changes his mind, has someone else outside, and dares to hide it from me, then I will die with him.
Ling Song: ... Uh, it's not that serious.
Wen Yan: That's okay, everything else is a minor problem, if he is willing to change it, give him another chance.
Wen Yan: People, you have to learn to be more open-minded.
Wen Yan: The key is that you like him, and he likes you too. What other bicycles do you need
Ling Song didn't know what to say.
He likes Wen Yuanchu, that's for sure.
But what about Wenche? Does he like Wenche
As long as I think about this possibility, my heart can't help trembling.
That person, the person he was most dependent on, most afraid of, and most inseparable from in his previous life... Does he like him
Ling Song: If there is a person, when you face him, you are always nervous and afraid unconsciously, afraid that he will criticize you, teach you a lesson, or look down on you, but once you encounter something, you will be the first to think of him and think of him. If you want him by your side, even if others say that he is a bad person and will harm you, you still don’t want to believe it, so what is that
Wen Yan: You really are still a fool.
Ling Song: Brother Yan...
Wen Yan: There is such a person. First of all, you must not hate him. To you, he must be special.
Wen Yan: As for whether you like it or not, it's very simple. Just close your eyes and imagine whether you can accept kissing and sleeping with him. If you can accept it, you like it. If you can't accept it, then it's not.
Ling Song: ...
Wen Yan: Don't doubt it, brother is someone who has experienced it, people are animals of desire, and the reaction of the body can't deceive people the most.
Okay, pretend he didn't ask.
Turn off the phone and turn on the lights in the dark room.
Ling Song shrank into the quilt, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of those images of him and Wen Yuanchu's intimate entanglement.
Wen Yuanchu's face was gradually replaced by Wen Che.
Obviously they have exactly the same appearance, but he just feels that there is something different.
Wen Che's kiss fell on his lips, his body was hot and his heart was beating wildly.
... He really doesn't seem to be annoying at all.
That night, Ling Song had another dream.
In the dream, he went back to four hundred years ago, on the large dragon bed in Xingqing Palace, he and Wushan Yunyu, the passion was uncontrollable, lingering until death.
In the middle of the night, Ling Song woke up from his dream and stared blankly until dawn.
He finally discovered that every time he had such a dream in his previous life, the unclear face in the dream was actually that person.
Uncle Tang is right, people are animals of desire.
He has long been attracted to that person.
So for the whole day after that, Ling Song was thinking about this matter, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
At night, Wen Yuanchu sent another WeChat message.
Wen Yuanchu: I have already finished the exam. Today is a free activity. The teacher of the provincial team took us outside for a tour. The results will be officially released tomorrow. After that, there will be a college lecture, but there is already internal news that my ranking is high. The delivery is basically no problem.
Ling Song stared at those lines.
He replied: Did you drink with Tang Shu and the others last night? Brother Yan said you were drunk.
Wen Yuanchu: Yes.
Ling Song: Are you still drunk? Weren't you very capable of drinking in the past
Wen Yuanchu: Now the alcohol content is much higher than before, and I drink red wine and white wine together. I haven't drunk it like this for a long time, so I get drunk.
Oh, what's wrong with learning, imitating people who drink and buy drunk, the more they live, the more they go back.
Wen Yuanchu: Ling Song, after I got drunk last night, I missed you very much.
Ling Song: ...
Wen Yuanchu: I want to see you. Will you see me when I go back
Ling Song hesitated and didn't know how to respond.
Wen Yuanchu made a voice call, his voice sounded a little hoarse, suppressing his emotions: "Ling Song, are you ignoring me again?"
Ling Song couldn't take it anymore, why did this person learn to act like a baby
As long as he had the ability to talk sweetly in his previous life...
"Are you drinking again?"
"No, the provincial team had dinner today, and I'm still eating in the restaurant. I'll call you from the bathroom."
"Oh, then eat slowly, I have to do my homework."
After Ling Song finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.
He lay down on the table, recalling the tone of Wen Yuanchu's speech just now.
That subtle trembling feeling came back again.
Resting his head on the table, he was in a daze for a while.
As if making up his mind, he sat up, picked up his phone again, and opened the ticketing app.
The 9:40 flight flies to Beijing.
Ling Song bit his lip hard, and placed the order to submit.