Chapter 78: Can we have a goodbye kiss?

Chen Jingshen enters the house and sees a gray couch, which is in a mess, with lumbar pillows, blankets, and computers piled on top of each other, and an indentation on the couch that suggests that someone else must have been here not too long ago.

In front of a small round glass coffee table, washed-out photos, cell phones and headphones, cups and pill boxes are arranged in a pile.

Usually it's not this messy, but Yu Fan was so dizzy last night that she just put everything away.

Yu Fan moved the lumbar pillow and the blanket away, swept the contents of the table into a small white basket next to him, and said in a muffled voice without lifting his head, "Sit down, I'll go wash my face."

"Uh-huh."

The faint sound of washing came from the bathroom. Chen Jingshen sat on the sofa, and for a moment it was like going back to that small room in Nancheng with the same sound, the fan squeaking, and he sat in the chair waiting for Yu Fan, with the two-person copy of the paper spread out on the desk.

Chen Jingshen pressed his palms on the sofa, which was previously covered by a blanket and still had a bit of Yu Fan's body heat left behind. Chen Jingshen let out a deep breath, the nerves that had been tensed for a long time finally relaxing, leaning back on the sofa with his legs wide open, and looking around the house without a care in the world.

Very small duplex apartment, a glance can be seen a seven or eight, every piece of furniture is a cool color, but the atmosphere of life is very heavy, a few dark t-shirts and pants hanging by the window, you can tell that it is a person who lives.

He glanced toward the second floor, angled so that all he could see were the white walls, the desk, and the edge of some black board.

Chen Jingshen narrowed his gaze, leaned forward, reached out and hooked a small basket that was placed on the lower level of the coffee table, picked out a few boxes of medicines inside, and turned them over to look at them.

In the bathroom, Yu Fan brushed his teeth and washed his face with a wooden head, and all he could think of was why Chen Jingshen had come, Chen Jingshen was right outside, and what he was going to say to Chen Jingshen later.

He casually pulled off the towel and rubbed it into his face, a little too hard, and when he was done he scratched at his hair and tugged back the collar that was askew from his sleep.

Finally raising his hand and spreading it out in front of himself, he took a breath and smelled the faint odor of toothpaste-

Yu Fan's movements froze, realizing with hindsight that this was a broken habit from the time Chen Jingshen came to his house six years ago.

Really sick ......

Yu Fan dropped her hand and cursed herself expressionlessly in the mirror.

When he went out, Chen Jingshen was looking down and pressing his cell phone, the space in front of the sofa was too small, his legs were curled with difficulty, he looked a little stifled.

Yu Fan went to pour the water according to the habit he had developed in the studio, and then remembered that he had lived here for three or four years, and no one else had ever entered the house. So he found the cup he had bought for a long time without unpacking it, poured the water and put it on the coffee table again, and then realized something else even more embarrassing.

There was no place for him to stay. The coffee table was one step ahead of the stairs, there were no small stools, and there was only one couch, which at the moment was mostly taken up by lumbar pillows, blankets, and Chen Jingshen.

Yu Fan stood there like he was being punished by Zhuang Fangqin in high school. As he hesitated to go upstairs to get a chair, Chen Jingshen raised his eyes to look at him, then picked up the lumbar pillow and put it behind him, and moved it to the side, leaving a piece of the sofa empty.

"......"

Yu Fan curled his fingers a little, then walked around and sat down, next to Chen Jingshen through the layers of fabric.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder like this seemed like a lifetime ago.

Yu Fan interlocked his fingers together and stared at a random spot, looking like he was in a daze, when in fact Yu Guang was looking to the side.

Chen Jingshen rolled his sleeves up a bit, six years later, the man's arm line has become more smooth and powerful, the back of his hand veins slightly convex, is casually scratching the cell phone screen.

Yu Fan looked intently for a while, the slender finger upward pressed the lock screen button, the screen "click" sound extinguished.

"Came directly to Ning Cheng in the first place?" Chen Jingshen opened his mouth very faintly.

"Uh-huh." Yu Fan immediately averted her eyes.

"Always lived here?"

"Nope, lived somewhere else for the first two years."

Chen Jingshen was silent for a few seconds, "How are you doing."

"......"

It seems that Yu Fan has been hearing this phrase all this time, and Zhang Xianjing, Wang Luan and Zuo Kuan have all asked him about it. He just opened and closed his mouth, and said lightly, "It's fine".

It's obviously the same words, but why are they different when they come out of Chen Jingshen's mouth?

With the curtains undrawn, and the rain pouring down like it was in his chest, Yu Fan pricked his fingers and said, "It's okay."

After finishing he paused and asked, "What about you?"

"Not good." Chen Jingshen said.

Yu Fan's finger-picking stopped, "Why? Didn't you get into Jiangnan University and have a good job?"

"How do you know?"

"...... Wang Luan said." Yu Fan What a crock.

"Busy." Chen Jingshen said with a downcast brow, "There's a lot of competition in school and a lot of work stuff."

Don't you have days off even if you're busy?

This sentence to the mouth and was swallowed back, Yu Fan remembered what others said, Chen Jingshen rest days are going to look for ...... He strained his eyelids and felt that the air in the house was colder than the cool water that had just been poured on his face, "Oh."

The computer suddenly "thumped" a few times, and Yu Fan remembered that he had only covered the computer before going to bed last night and left it on.

Chen Jingshen picked up the computer from the corner of the sofa and handed it to him. Yu Fan figured the frequency of the message should be work-related, so he took it and put it on his lap and lifted the lid.

Inside the screen is an individually enlarged version of Chen Jingshen's face, with one cheek so rounded that it flies off the screen.

Yu Fan shut down the retouching program at rocket speed.

"It's actually okay not to fix my face." Chen Jingshen said.

"...... It's too ugly not to fix it." Yu Fan explained very stiffly.

The messages were from Wang Yue, several in a row, and one from this morning, which he hadn't seen in his sleep.

Wang Yue: Baby Fan, that high school friend of yours came to look for a jacket, I said you were on vacation today, so he came to your door to get it.

Wang Yue sister: [file] this set of pictures customer a little opinion, let you pull the legs again thin, people pull high, and the curvature of the toes should be repaired rounded point. This picture is going to be announced today, you hurry to repair the send me.

Sister Wang Yue: Where is she? Are you awake?

[-: Wake up, got it.]

[Sister Wang Yue: Okay, send me when it's fixed.]

Wang Yue sister: Yes, there is a set of wedding photos taken yesterday, the customer side of the money to add expedited, said to go home and do a, want to do this set of pictures into the wedding video, you are not recently lack of money, I help you promised. This is also as soon as possible, the bride said in two days to come to the store to take pictures.

Wang Yue: I'm having dinner with your future brother-in-law, or I'll fix it for you by hand. I'm going to have dinner with my future brother-in-law, or I'll just help you out.

Yu Fan replied, "No," and there was a pause in receiving the file.

"You're busy, don't mind me." The man at his side said in a lazy voice.

So Yu Fan opened the file and took out his digital pad to fix it. Although the client's comment was only about the character, when the drawing was back in his hands, Yu Fan couldn't help but fine-tune the details of the light and shadow, and then fix the curves again, zooming in and out several times to confirm each fix.

Re-transmitting this document to Wang Yue, Yu Fan glanced at the person next to him to make sure Chen Jingshen was looking at his cell phone, then he quickly opened the photo from yesterday and pulled Chen Jingshen's cheek back from the sky.

"How many years have you been doing this?" Chen Jingshen asked.

"Who remembers." Yu Fan said vaguely, "Four years, counting part-time."

Chen Jingshen's eyes fell on his screen, "Can't tell."

"......"

Yu Fan originally thought that there were only two pictures left in the set, so he simply retouched them together. But it didn't take long for him to regret it.

"Why don't you fix me?" Chen Jingshen asked, just before cutting to the next picture.

"I thought you said you didn't need to fix it?"

"I thought you said I was ugly?"

Yu Fan's grip on the pen tightened a bit and took a deep breath to fix the person in the left corner.

Chen Jingshen inclined his head and coldly began to point out, "Fix the shortness, it's not appropriate to be too much taller than Xin Lang."

"Fix me some smiles?"

"Hair seems to be flowing a bit."

"My Shoes ......"

Yu Fan couldn't stand it any longer, and turned his head to pull Chen Jingshen's collar: "Chen Jingshen, what's the matter with you--"

Eyes met, and both were suddenly silent.

Chen Jingshen looked at him with downcast eyes, eyes dark and deep, no words to pick at, like a wordless and sharp hook.

Around the cold tone of the furniture seems to have disappeared, they went back to the south of the seventh grade bleachers of that section of the steps, Chen Jingshen asked him a day, "What do we talk about", he is also so that people's collars grabbed over, carry to his own face to talk.

And then after that, every time they got this close, it didn't take long for them to kiss.

This was the first time Chen Jingshen had looked at him seriously after the reunion.

In addition to thinning a bit, Yu Fan actually did not change much, just stay up late to fix the picture to fix a faint dark circles under the eyes, lips dry a little white.

Something shook his vision, and Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes, his vision dropping downward.

Yu Fan returned to his senses, and reflexively followed him to look down. She saw the front of her jacket, which she had left open when she washed herself for fear of getting dirty, and the white buttons that had somehow escaped from the round neck of her t-shirt and were hanging up with a thin silver rope.

Yu Fan's nerves jumped and he wanted to rip the button off and throw it out the window.

He immediately let go of Chen Jingshen's shirt, panicking enough to use both hands to tuck it back in. After being outside for so long, the buttons still coolly iced him when they hit his skin.

Yu Fan lowered his head, but he knew Chen Jingshen was still looking at him.

The idea of killing to silence has just emerged a head, "knock knock" two sounds, usually a year and a half years can not be issued by the door, rang the second time today.

"I'll go." The sofa was light, Chen Jingshen got up and said.

Yu Fan kept this action lifelessly for a while, turned his body stiffly back to the computer, and only found his soul when he heard the person at the door say "Your takeout".

He whipped his head around and said, "I didn't order takeout."

The door slammed shut and Chen Jingshen came back with a bag and said, "I ordered it."

"Too busy with the wedding, didn't eat much." Chen Jingshen picked up scissors from the table and cut open the takeout bag, then turned to wash disposable dishes in the humble kitchen next to the door, with none of the do-gooder demeanor of the first time he'd entered the house.

The largest bowl was put in front of Yu Fan, and Chen Jingshen said, "Yours, eat it and then repair it."

It's bubbling hot millet porridge and meat buns.

Yu Fan hadn't felt very hungry, but the smell was too much for him. He hesitated, but moved the computer away and said a vague "Oh".

Hot porridge in the stomach, the stomach at once a lot of comfort.

"When did it start?" Chen Jingshen asked.

Yu Fan was looking down at his collar while drinking congee, and froze at his words, "What?"

"Stomach bug."

"......"

When he first came to Ningcheng he threw up almost every day, he fell sick then, and didn't pay much attention to it later, and only realized how serious the problem was when it hurt so much that he couldn't stand up straight one day.

"So much for staying up all night working." Yu Fan said.

Chen Jingshen nodded his head and didn't continue to ask any further questions, turning to say, "The university was at Ning University?"

Yu Fan hmmm.

Chen Jingshen inclined his eyes at him, "How many points on it."

"Stomp the tail."

Chen Jingshen asked again, "What major did you choose?"

Yu Fan frowned, chewing a little slower, "Economics."

"Have you passed English 4 or 6."

"...... over four."

"What's the GPA?"

Yu Fan put down his spoon and coldly turned his head to ask, "Chen Jingshen, you checking on your family?"

Chen Jingshen loved Yu Fan calling him by his first and last name six years ago.

"No," Chen Jingshen said, "I want to know more."

"......"

Yu Fan poked the spoon hard into the porridge again, gulped down a mouthful, and responded vaguely, "3.2."

Chen Jingshen was the one who asked the questions, and Yu Fan felt a bit disadvantaged, as he had a lot of questions in his head, but the one he wanted to ask the most was still the one he wanted to ask.

He finished his porridge absentmindedly, staring at the empty bottom of the bowl for a moment, finally having to hold back, his throat slipped and he spoke in a low voice, "I heard you-"

His words were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone on his desk, Yu Fan's voice cut off and he looked at the sound to see his cell phone wallpaper. A green avenue with lush branches.

He frowned in annoyance, thinking who the hell was calling him on the weekend, and was about to hang up when his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

The caller ID on the top says "Mom."

He doesn't have a mom.

Yu Fan reacted sluggishly for a moment until Chen Jingshen wiped his hands and pressed the hang-up button.

The narrow living room suddenly fell into dead silence again. Yu Fan's fingers were resting on the computer keyboard, as if he had been spilled another cup of coffee by the phone call, and the whole person had sunk down.

In an instant, Yu Fan finally realized that what stood between him and Chen Jingshen was not a new acquaintance.

Chen Jingshen asked, "What did you hear?"

Yu Fan opened his mouth and was just about to say something when the phone rang again.

"It's nothing." Yu Fan withdrew his gaze and said as if nothing had happened, "Answer the phone, it's noisy."

Chen Jingshen was silent for a few seconds, but still picked up his cell phone and answered it. He was sitting right next to Yu Fan, and Yu Fan couldn't even listen if she didn't want to.

Maybe Ji Lianyi's voice is too small, or maybe Chen Jingshen's cell phone is too good, obviously sitting so close, he still can't hear the voice on the other end of the phone, and can only hear Chen Jingshen answering in a low, deep voice.

"I wasn't at the office."

......

"Not at home either."

......

"I said that I won t go back ...... to Grandma until we reach a consensus." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have changed, Chen Jingshen The tone of voice fell, as if there was some helplessness.

This time, Chen Jingshen was quiet for an exceptionally long time, so long that Yu Fan suspected that the other side had hung up before hearing him say, "I know, I'll go back. I'll be there tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jingshen turned around to say something, but Yu Fan had already moved the computer away from his body, "I'll walk you out."

Chen Jingshen thought for a moment and said yes.

Yu Fan got up like clockwork and brought the man to the door, and just as he twisted the door handle to open the door, he heard Chen Jingshen say, "It's raining outside, don't send him away."

Yu Fan hmmm'd, looked down at himself, and then jerked his hand to grab Chen Jingshen's clothes, "Wait! The jacket."

"Not without clothes? Wear it." Chen Jingshen said, "Here you go."

Yu Fan was about to say who cares about your jacket, but when he opened his mouth, he heard himself let out an oh, and then watched Chen Jingshen turn around and walk towards the elevator. Yu Fan habitually closed the door, but finally left a crack, he held the door handle stood, obviously alone in this house for several years, Chen Jingshen only stayed here for how long? People just left, he felt the small house behind him empty, a little cold.

And ......

If Chen Jingshen didn't have a second friend who was going to have a wedding in Ningcheng, would today be the last time they met?

Yu Fan realized that he and Chen Jingshen had never said goodbye properly. Six years ago, they couldn't talk about it, so why didn't they say it just now? Why didn't you say goodbye?

The elevator arrives with a ding that pokes Yu Fan's nerves.

He snapped back to his senses, and with force in his hand, he was just about to pull open the door to go out, when the door panel was first pressed by someone from the outside, and Chen Jingshen returned and pushed the door in. Yu Fan was still frozen, Chen Jingshen had already fastened the door with his backhand.

Yu Fan: "What to do ......"

"Can we have a goodbye kiss?" Chen Jingshen asked coldly and calmly.

Yu Fan was stunned in place, stimulated by the word "goodbye" and his heart ached. He remembered the last time he watched Chen Jingshen leave, his palms clenched and bleeding without saying a word, Chen Jingshen three words rushed around his mouth, biting through his lips before he did not call out.

The aisle was narrow, and it filled up as soon as the two of them stood there. Yu Fan looked up at Chen Jingshen, his mind in a muddle, but his body honest.

He lifted his chin, leaned just a little toward Chen Jingshen, and then stopped abruptly-he picked his way through the paste, suddenly turning up the memory that Chen Jingshen already had a closeted boyfriend, and the whole thing stiffened instantly.

Yu Fan eyes cold down, just turned away from the face, Chen Jingshen lifted his hand to hold his cheeks, directly broke him back, inclined his head and kissed down.

Yu Fan was a bit confused at first, and by the time he regained his senses, he was already pressed against the wall next to the door. He frowned and bit Chen Jingshen's lip, but Chen Jingshen didn't move at all, only letting go of the back of his neck, sinking his fingers into his hair and forcing him to tilt his head back. The tip of his tongue pushed in with a faintly fishy flavor, Yu Fan didn't dare to bite, his mouth moved in an attempt to drive him away, but in the end it backfired, and he was churned and rubbed all over by his tongue.

He was circled in this corner by Chen Jingshen, kissing silently and ferociously. Yu Fan from the beginning of the resistance, to give up, and then finally self-abandonment response. He closed his eyes and lifted his chin, and only Chen Jingshen's breath, Chen Jingshen's smell, remained in his senses. Occasionally, Chen Jingshen would press the knot of his throat with his thumb, and Yu Fan would shiver with sensitivity, swallow subconsciously, and then his whole body would burn even hotter.

Raindrops crackled against the glass windows as the downpour continued. The small, unlit apartment was dimly lit and filled with the sound of their close, urgent kisses.

It s been too long since he s kissed, Yu Fan was stimulated a little too much, and his scalp, back ...... and body were numb. For a moment, he pressed against the wall, his legs weakened, and he almost sat down, then was lifted up by Chen Jingshen s hand.

Chen Jingshen sank his five fingers into his long hair, the veins on his arms bulging more and more, and gently and soothingly ground his fangs.

......

There was only one person left in the house. Yu Fan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reddened self inside with a puzzled expression.

Has anyone ever said goodbye to a kiss for 10 minutes?

Anyone else get a goodbye kiss so bad their lips are torn?

The point is, Chen Jingshen has a boyfriend, and Chen Jingshen kisses people like that?

...... So does he count as a junior for 10 minutes or so?

Yu Fan breathed unsteadily, his heartbeat poking at every part of his skin. Shame, sourness, excitement, exuberance ...... a myriad of emotions mixed together, suffocating him.

He raised his hand to rub his face vigorously, and when he lowered it again, he had the same reddened, indifferent face he'd had for so long.

What did Chen Jingshen say before he left?

"When I get back."

How dare he come back?

Yu Fan moved the cactus by the toilet window to the shoe cupboard, his ears red and expressionless, calculating in his heart that if Chen Jingshen dared to come here next time, he would turn this house into a murder house.