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Chapter 33 I'm Happy When I See You

The parking place was next to a garden area in the CBD block. Lin He looked at the towering office buildings around through the car window and asked, "Senior, where are you going?"

After unfastening his seat belt, Song Qingyao pointed to the building next door: "A friend runs a clinic here. I'll talk to him about something. Go back and rest first. I'll contact you when it's over."

Lin He led him all the way just now, but now that he let go, he felt empty in the palm of his hand, and stretched out to take his hand again: "Where do you want me to go back to rest? The hotel or your home?"

The eyes of the two met together. Thinking of the previous question, Song Qingyao stopped to open the door: "Which hotel are you staying in now?"

"Westin."

"No plan to rent a house near the hospital?"

"What's the difference between renting a house and staying in a hotel?" Lin He asked him back.

Song Qingyao thought about it, and with Lin He's consumption concept, he really felt the same, and staying in a hotel was more convenient than renting a house.He asked: "Your mother also tacitly allows you to stay in the hotel for a long time?"

Rubbing the warmth in the palm of his hand, Lin He found a small mole on the back of Song Qingyao's hand, so he moved his thumb over and rubbed it lightly: "She hoped that I would find a house, and said that she could ask my aunt to take care of me, at least I wouldn't have to eat takeaway every day."

Song Qingyao said: "Your mother is right. If you don't want to look for Xiamen because you are not familiar with it, I can help you."

"Senior," Lin He looked up at him, "you usually eat takeaway at work."

Song Qingyao nodded, and Lin He continued to ask, "What about rest? Or come home from get off work at night, will you cook it yourself?"

"Occasionally."

"Are you good at cooking?"

Song Qingyao relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, the palms and backs of his hands were warmed by Lin Gu, and the sun outside the window shone warmly on his face and body, making him feel a little untimely sleepy.

Turning to look out of the window, this time even the answering voice was a little lazy: "No, I'm not good at these."

"Then have you considered finding a tenant who can cook and let him help you with three meals a day?"

A man in a formal suit and tie walked out of the convenience store outside the office building opposite, holding a bento box in his hand.Song Qingyao watched him rush to the elevator next to him, and suddenly realized that Lin He meant something.

Looking back, Lin He tilted his head and leaned against the headrest, looking at him with a half-smile.But before he could open his mouth, Lin He took the initiative to end the unfinished topic, and raised his hand to unlock the car door on his side: "You go, I'll go back to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes, and call me when you are well."

After watching Song Qingyao's figure enter the entrance of the office building, Lin He backed up the car and turned around, took a fork in the road, opened the car music playback page while waiting for the traffic light, and browsed the locally recorded playlist.

The car is connected to Song Qingyao's mobile phone by default. Although Song Qingyao is away and cannot play it, the local records can show which songs he usually listens to.Just glanced at Lin He and raised his eyebrows. The most played record recently is "IDO" by the band 98°.

Thinking that Song Qingyao had heard him sing this song three times in the audience, Lin He raised the corners of his lips, took out his mobile phone and connected it to Bluetooth, opened a folder named after himself, and found the song recorded in the recording studio before. Play it out.

After listening to it once, he wanted to set up a single loop, but was interrupted by an incoming call before touching the screen.

A full stop was displayed on the screen, which was his call note to Lin Haicang.Thinking of the three phone calls Lin Haicang had made since morning, he hesitated for a moment, but still answered.

Lin Haicang's voice sounded in the car: "Xiaohe, where are you?"

Glancing at the blue road sign just passing by, Lin He casually said, "Outside."

Lin Haicang looked at the closed door of the hotel room in front of him: "Didn't you have a dinner together last night? Director Chen said you were very drunk, why did you go out so early in the morning?"

"I didn't go back to the hotel last night," Lin He said lightly, "I slept at the senior's house."

Lin Haicang knew that Song Qingyao graduated from the same university as him, so he nodded after listening to him and said, "This little Song is quite good at taking care of others, so you're coming out now?"

Stepping on the accelerator to pass the flashing green light in front, Lin He responded, "It's nothing, I hung up and I'm driving."

"Wait," Lin Haicang asked, "Did you buy a car?"

"It belongs to the senior."

"He's next to you?"

"No."

The other end of the phone fell silent, and when Lin He's patience was about to run out, Lin Haicang said, "It's not convenient for you to take a taxi to and from get off work now. Dad and your mother have discussed it, and I will buy you a car first."

"You can choose what model you want, and just tell me when you have chosen it."

Lin Haicang's words revealed a sense of care and flattery that could not be ignored, so obvious that Lin He didn't need to listen carefully to tell the difference.Looking at the overtaking lane ahead with few vehicles, Lin He stepped on the accelerator and cut over, saying, "Any car will do? Liu Wenyu is not so easy to talk to."

Regardless of the thorns in Lin He's words, Lin Haicang just explained: "You don't have to worry about this, just pick and choose."

Sneering in his heart, Lin He's tone returned to his previous indifference: "No need, I will arrange it myself."

"Xiaohe!" Lin Haicang was a little anxious, but unfortunately Lin He hung up the phone before he could say the next sentence.

The music that was interrupted just now continued to play, and Lin He rested his right elbow on the armrest of the central control, listening to the lyrics he hummed, but he was no longer in the good mood before.He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked several cigarettes in succession but failed to relieve the depression on his heart, until he returned to the hotel room, took a cold shower in the bathroom, and then soaked himself in a mojito full of freesia. In the aroma, the mood slowly calmed down.

Hanging his head and letting the water curtain of the shower keep pouring down, Lin He recalled Song Qingyao last night in his mind.

It wasn't Song Qingyao who couldn't stop being hugged by him on the bed, but Song Qingyao who would let him hug him, let him sleep on his shoulder, and quietly hold his hand in the taxi last night.

Raising his hand to turn off the water outlet valve, Lin He wiped off the water droplets on his face, walked to the sink and picked up his phone.

It was less than an hour before they parted, but Lin He found that he couldn't help but want to see Song Qingyao.

He clicked on Song Qingyao's WeChat window, pressed the voice button and said, "Senior, how long will it take you to finish? I want to see you right away."

When Song Qingyao heard Lin He's voice, he had just walked out of the clinic gate, and it had been more than 45 minutes since the voice was sent.

Pressing the down button of the elevator, he turned on the screen and typed a line: [My side just finished, where are you? 】

Less than a minute after the message was sent, the phone rang, and seeing the word "Student" in the middle of the screen, he went to the side to pick it up, and Lin He said, "Come downstairs, I'm right where you got off just now." .”

Song Qingyao happened to be standing by the window, and when he heard the words, he looked through the glass, and indeed saw his car parked where it was.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, he followed the people in front of him out of the glass door in the lobby, and saw a person leaning against the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette with his head tilted.

Lin He went back to take a shower, not only exposed his forehead, but also changed into an outfit he hadn't seen before.

The sub-brown plaid windbreaker is open on both sides of the body, and the white shirt is loosely tucked into the camel-colored slim-fit pants. The nine-minute length just exposes a section of the ankle. The matching white sneakers are clean and free from dust.

Sensing his gaze, Lin He turned around and smiled dimpled at him.

Before Song Qingyao could respond, the two young female white-collar workers who were walking in front of him stopped in unison.

Both of them looked at Lin He, and Song Qingyao looked at the backs of their whispering discussions, and suddenly heard Lin He call him: "Senior, come here."

The two of them looked back one after another. Song Qingyao didn't want to be sized up like this, so he strode over, walked around Lin He and got into the passenger seat.

Lin He opened the driver's seat door, sat down low, put the half-smoked cigarette in the smoke extinguisher, and reached out to hold his hand.

The car was covered with a privacy film. Even though Song Qingyao could see the two girls not far away, they were still standing there watching, but he understood that they couldn't see what was inside the car.

He didn't withdraw the hand that was being held, but when Lin He was still looking at him and smiling, he couldn't help turning his face away, and asked out the window: "What's so happy?"

"I wasn't happy at first," Lin He spread the fingers of his left hand and intertwined with his own, "I'm happy to see you."

Staring at the tree shadows swaying slightly with the wind on the ground, Song Qingyao wondered if the car had been parked in the sun for a long time, otherwise why would the air be so stuffy.

He pressed down the car window on his side, he wanted to fasten his seat belt, Lin He helped him, and when his arms stretched out in front of him, a faint aroma of vanilla, pineapple and cedar mixed into his breath.

The taste is rather cold, and it has an indescribable feeling because it is mixed with the faint smell of tobacco.It's like standing on the beach in late spring and early summer, feeling the coolness of the rolling waves on the instep, but bathed in the hot sun.

Some smells only need to be smelled once to fall in love. Song Qingyao looked at Lin He's side face, thinking about the scent that had disappeared, when the phone in his pocket rang.

Lin He started the car and reversed through the rearview mirror. He looked at the name on the screen and pressed the answer button after hesitation.But when he called out the title "Linyuan", the person who was backing up next to him lowered his face, stepped on the brakes and stared at him.

Lin Haicang said, "Xiao Song, did Lin He rest at your home last night?"

"Correct."

"Okay, that's it," Lin Haicang explained, "His mother is not around, please ask me to take care, did he have a hard time drinking last night? Did he not sleep well?"

Hearing Lin Haicang asking if Lin He slept well at his place last night, Song Qingyao was a little embarrassed, but still explained: "He can drink well, and he slept well last night."

"Then what time did he leave in the morning? Was it trouble last night..."

Before Lin Haicang finished asking, Lin He took the phone. Song Qingyao looked at him and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Why are you asking so many questions?" Then he pressed the hang up button and returned the phone to himself.

Catching the phone that Lin He threw onto his lap, Song Qingyao looked at his impatient expression and remembered the unknown relationship between him and Lin Haicang.

After working in Zhongshan Hospital for more than three years, Song Qingyao knew that Lin Haicang's wife was named Liu Wenyu, even though he didn't have much contact with the director. He only had one daughter, Lin Shu, who was the only child in the family.

Song Qingyao also lost his father when he was a child. Although the family relationship is not as complicated as Lin He's, he can somewhat feel Lin He's feelings at this time.

He stretched out his hand, held Lin He's arm resting on the armrest of the central control, and squeezed it. When Lin He turned around, he asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

"You said you wanted to eat seafood, I found two of them." Lin He's tone was still not very good, but he reached out for his phone to show him.

Pressing Lin He's movement, Song Qingyao looked at him and asked again: "I'm asking what do you want to eat? Go and eat what you want."

On the way to Vientiane City, Song Qingyao kept letting Lin He hold hands.

He is not good at comforting people, but when he suggested to eat what he wanted, Lin He was stunned for a moment before laughing, reaching out and holding his hand: "Can you really eat what I want? "

"Well," Song Qingyao doubted him, "What do you want to eat?"

As if waiting for him to ask this question, Lin He said the word "you" simply and directly.This time it was Song Qingyao's turn to be stunned, Lin He quickly squeezed the hand he was about to withdraw: "You're just kidding, don't be angry."

Song Qingyao looked out the window, while Lin He looked at his heaving chest, bent his mouth and approached him and said, "Senior, I really like you more and more."

Song Qingyao still ignored him, but he noticed his ears that were starting to turn red.It was rare for Lin He to say any more provocative words, let go of his hand and continued to reverse the car, and reached out to hold him after the traffic merged into the main road.

The warm spring breeze blew away the stagnant air in his chest, and Song Qingyao also transitioned from caring about being held hands to getting used to the warmth of the palms.He kept looking out of the window quietly, and Lin He looked at him from time to time, and it continued like this until he drove into the underground parking lot of Vientiane City.

After the car was turned off, Song Qingyao unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. Lin He got off from the other side and walked up to him to hold him. This time he stepped back to the side and reminded, "This is outside."

"Oh." Lin He pursed his lips, "Senior, is there any place you want to go after dinner?"

"No." Song Qingyao answered truthfully, and Lin He asked again: "Then how did you date Yang Tingwei before?"

Suddenly hearing a name that he didn't want to hear, Song Qingyao stopped. Lin He didn't seem to feel that mentioning Yang Tingwei would spoil the fun at all, and was still waiting for the answer.

Not sure what Lin He was thinking, Song Qingyao frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

Putting his hands in his coat pockets, Lin He walked up to him in two steps, looked at him seriously with lowered eyes: "Do everything he has done with you, so that when you think of a date in the future, you will only think about me. "