pheromone trapping

Chapter 67

Jian Xiwen cried a lot on the top of the mountain, and came back with a headache for several days, lying on the bed listlessly.Just in time for the mountain to catch up with the rainy season in early summer, it rained continuously for a week.Every day, Jian Xiwen was stuck in the small room, watching the rain keep falling outside the window.

Looking at it, his heart will calm down a little.It seemed that the rain would fall forever, and he would stay in this hut forever, without going out to face the outside world.

Ren He would talk to him, always talking about "what do you want to eat today", "do you want to drink water", "are you feeling better today", and would not ask him what he wants to do in the future, when will he go down the mountain and go back to face reality .

When the rain finally stopped, Ren He said, "There's no more food, let's go to the town to buy some food?" Jian Xiwen looked up at him, looking sleepy and not wanting to move.Ren He said again: "There is only a network signal in the town, I have to check emails and deal with some things." Jian Xiwen finally nodded, and the two went down the mountain.

The town is very lively, and it is another market day.

Ren He parked his car a little far from the market, and sat in the car to answer emails.

Looking at the crowd coming and going outside the car window, Jian Xiwen remembered that the last time he came, Ren He told him that the market day in the town was held once a month.They have lived on the mountain for a month without knowing it.

Ren He replied to emails for a long time, and made several calls halfway, all of which seemed to be about work.Jian Xiwen was bored waiting beside her, took out her mobile phone, checked through WeChat and text messages, and received several messages.

Qiao Lan asked him how his life on the mountain was going. There were still some things to deal with. Jane Xiwen might need to hire his own lawyer.

Zhang Yongyuan asked him why there was no news at all, and the phone couldn't get through, so he reminded him to reply to the teacher's email.

It was only then that Jian Xiwen remembered that a week ago, he had received a text message from Zhang Yongyuan, telling him to remember to read Teacher Zhang's email.

Teacher Zhang is the class teacher of Jian Xiwen and Zhang Yongyuan University, and also a teacher of professional courses.Teacher Zhang is an old teacher of the Conservatory of Music, and has taught many singers who are now well-known in the entertainment industry.Jian Xiwen had very little time for class at school. Teacher Zhang praised him in several professional classes, praising him for his talent and good conditions, but he had to concentrate on studying and not waste his studies.

He failed.

Not only has my studies been wasted, but I still haven't got my graduation certificate, and my job is also in a mess, to the point where I can't get along.

The teacher may have written him a comforting letter.

In the past few days, Jian Xiwen has been avoiding thinking about what email the teacher sent.

He's let the teacher down so much, for sure.The teacher won't say it directly, but he must be very disappointed.

At the beginning, when he asked for leave to participate in the draft, the teacher didn't approve of it.Later, he made his debut, because he was too busy and missed a lot of schoolwork. Teacher Zhang called him several times to talk about this problem.But he was overwhelmed by the popularity, thinking that he should seize every job opportunity in front of him, and Guan Jiamao helped him publicize several courses, as long as he guaranteed to pass the final exam.

When he was in the third and fourth year of junior high school, he started to join the filming group. He spent only a handful of time in school, and he also started to fail his subjects.He was a little anxious, Guan Jiamao said, you are already popular, does it matter if you got your graduation certificate in your senior year?It doesn't matter if you graduate one or two years later, fans can understand.Compared with graduation certificates, the entertainment industry cares more about how many endorsements you have, how many movies you have made, how many audience ratings you have, how high your electronic single sales are, and whether your MV hits hundreds of thousands of times. Ten thousand.

He may have questioned and raised objections, but he has compromised.

Many times he was persuaded by Guan Jiamao.

He also recognizes the traffic rules of the entertainment industry, doesn't he?

He is also afraid of losing popularity, traffic, endorsement, and the title of "No. [-] Single Sales".

Inevitably, he becomes vulgar, snobbish, short-sighted, and confused in this big dye vat.

The teacher called him once during his senior year and never mentioned it again.

Now, what will the teacher say?

Jane Xiwen opened the mailbox and took a deep breath.

"Student Xiwen:

How are you?I saw what happened to you on TV, but I couldn't contact you, so I asked classmate Zhang Yongyuan. I remember that he used to have a good relationship with you.Don't be offended, he told me the details.I'm shocked and worried about you. I don't know how you are doing. Are you feeling alright?

Yong Yuan said that you lived in the mountains, so there is no signal on your mobile phone, and you cannot access the Internet.I think this is very good, away from the disturbance, you can protect yourself, and you can also cultivate yourself.

The purpose of my writing this letter is, firstly, to worry about your current situation; secondly, I saw on the Internet that you said that you would suspend your performing arts work, and I also heard from Yongyuan that you lived in the mountains for peace. In addition to living in the mountains, there is another way to go, which is to go back to the campus.

I'm not trying to add to your stress during this chaotic time, don't take it personally.It's just that I'm a teacher, so I can't help you with other things, and I can't give you any useful advice on your acting career. I can only fulfill my responsibility as a teacher. I hope you can come back and finish your studies.Halfway through the semester, it's certainly impossible to finish your remaining credits and write your dissertation, but there are a few courses you can take first.I have already asked the Academic Affairs Office and several teachers. There are four courses in this semester, three public courses and one professional course. As long as you make up the homework for this semester, make sure you are full in the second half of the semester and pass the final exam, several teachers I'll let you through.

The remaining few courses must be studied seriously from the next school year.You have to allow enough time to prepare your graduation thesis, and it won’t work if you don’t spend another academic year.But I think you, who have suspended work, need such an opportunity to accumulate and learn, and you can stay away from the disturbance and rethink yourself.

Teacher Zeng of the composition class mentioned you some time ago, thinking that you have a lot of aura in composing music, and you should settle yourself well and continue on the road of music.I think, if you are still willing to take the road of music, you must have a new future and a new way out.

good luck. "

The signature is Teacher Zhang.

Jian Xiwen didn't know when he started to cry, but when he realized it, his eyes were blurred, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Ren He leaned over and asked him what was wrong.

He shook his head.

Ren He hung up the phone and looked at him silently.Jian Xiwen turned to look at him and said, "It's okay, I'm really fine."

"Who sent you the email? What's wrong?" Ren He asked.

Jian Xiwen just shook her head, crying uncontrollably.

Amidst his choked-up crying, he heard Ren He's sigh clearly.Ren He leaned over from the seat, pulled Jian Xiwen into his arms, hugged him tightly, and sighed in Jian Xiwen's ear, "Xixi, what should I do? How can I help you?"

This was the first time that Jian Xiwen heard intense pain and helplessness in Ren He's voice.

Ren He wiped his tears, kissed his forehead, and kissed his cheek.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Xixi."

With tears in his eyes, Jian Xiwen saw Ren He's anxious and helpless face.

In an instant, the consciousness that seemed to be lost after the accident suddenly returned to Jian Xiwen's body.He smelled the forest in the air, as always, mixed with the smell of damp earth, his favorite, reassuring smell.

He is strongly aware that Ren He loves him.

His Alpha, who has been by his side for a month, has been comforting him with his pheromones and surrounding him.He left his job and life behind and lived with him on the mountain for a month without a single complaint.

Ren He should be very busy, even now, there are still unfinished calls, and the phone keeps vibrating.But Ren He didn't care to pick it up, Ren He hugged him, kissed him, and asked helplessly what else he could do for Jian Xiwen.

Ren He did everything he could to accompany him, cook for him, take him for a walk, and comfort him.But during this month, like a wooden man, he didn't give any response, immersed in his own pain.

He felt abandoned by the whole world.

But his parents cared about him, Zhang Yongyuan cared about him, Qiao Lan cared about him, even the teacher cared about him.

Ren He also——

Jian Xiwen hugged Ren He back, crying loudly: "Ren He, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Ren He patted him on the back lightly, comforting him: "It's okay, don't say sorry."

Jian Xiwen stopped crying and said, "Ren He, I want to go down the mountain, I want to go back to school, I want to continue to attend classes, get a diploma, and graduate smoothly. I want to continue writing songs, and I want to continue making music!"

Ren He stared blankly at Jian Xiwen.

Jian Xiwen kissed him lightly, and said, "Ren He, I'm sorry, I'm too selfish, I'm too fragile. Let's go back and face all this."