Shelf life love

Chapter 85 His Love

The first thing Qi Lin did after waking up in the morning was to check his phone, but Ye Zhuohan didn't reply him.There was no movement outside the bedroom. He wasn't sure if Cui Yi was at home. He went to check several rooms and found a bowl of warm glutinous rice porridge on the counter in the kitchen.

There is a note under the bowl: Mom has gone grocery shopping, and I will make your favorite food tonight.

In the past, Cui Yi would cook his favorite dishes when he came back, but he would not leave a note.Qi Lin thought of Cui Yi's almost bewitched madness last night, and felt even more uneasy.

Today is not the weekend, and I still have to go to school, Qi Lin called Ye Zhuohan while drinking porridge, and it took a long time before he answered the phone.

Qi Linsong breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother!"

"Huh?" Ye Zhuohan's voice was lazy, as if he was still sleeping.

"Aren't you up yet?" Qi Lin said, "Yesterday..."

Ye Zhuohan interrupted: "Yes."

Qi Lin was sure that Ye Zhuohan was fine, so he was temporarily relieved.Ye Zhuohan's schedule is different from that of ordinary high school students, he goes to bed late and wakes up late, so he should be still sleeping at this time, "Then you go on sleeping, I will find you during art class."

Ye Zhuohan looked at the mobile phone whose communication was interrupted, eyes half down, with a gloomy expression.

He was indeed lying in bed, but not sleeping.

The painting completed at night is still on the easel, but the painting is not the real Milky Way after all. When all the lights are turned off, it becomes dim and dull.

No wonder Qi Lin didn't like it.

He threw the phone under the bed, turned over, and wrapped himself in a quilt.

"Don't draw anything like this again."

These words turned into sharp, rusty thorns, piercing his brain over and over again.He closed his eyes hard, but the pain became more and more obvious.So much so that he felt sad when he heard Qi Lin's voice just now.Qi Lin seemed to want to mention that painting, but he interrupted in time.

He didn't want to hear from Qi Lin again—"Don't draw such things again."

The class schedule in the morning was very tight, and Qi Lin couldn't be distracted to think about other things, so he only had a chance to catch his breath at noon.

After a night, he finally calmed down, and felt that there seemed to be a specific reason why Cui Yi hated homosexuality so much.Ordinary parents may not be able to accept that their children like the same sex for a while, but the attitude is not so intense.

Cui Yi mentioned "abnormality" and "injury". Did he ever experience anything?

Qi Lin sat in the stands of the stadium and called Qi Han.

"When did you become interested in our parents' youthful years?" Qi Han said, "How do I know how they got together? Why don't you just ask them?"

"Aren't you Daqi? I thought Daqi knew everything."

"Well... All I know is that they got married very late. When my mother gave birth to me, they were considered late children. But they are busy with work, so there is nothing they can do."

Without asking why, Qi Lin hesitated whether to call Qi Wenjiu.

In his impression, the relationship between his parents has always been very good, and Qi Wenjiu always defended Cui Yi unconditionally.Qi Wenjiu must know what Cui Yi has experienced, and between him and Cui Yi, he will definitely stand by Cui Yi's side.

He didn't call Qi Wenjiu until the afternoon class started.

But Qi Wenjiu already knew what happened to him.

Seeing the picture sent by Ye Zhuohan in the middle of the night, Cui Yi suddenly became surprisingly calm after a short period of madness.

Her son lied to her, her son is really gay, otherwise why would the other party send a picture of a veil and ask if it looks good.

Fortunately, fortunately, she thought, this painting was seen by her first.

She is not a professional psychologist, but her work overlaps with psychological medicine to a certain extent, and she knows what kind of response can hurt a person to the greatest extent.

It doesn't matter if Qi Lin is disobedient, she is his mother, she can help him, she can save him!

"Don't draw anything like this again."

There is no anger, no excessive dissatisfaction, and the mood is so flat that it can almost be called ordinary.

She gripped the phone tightly, waiting for the reaction from there.

More than ten minutes later, new information came in.

"Well, go to sleep."

She took a long breath, quickly deleted the record, and put the phone back where it was.Then call Qi Wenjiao.

Knowing that Qi Lin had an ambiguous relationship with his male classmate, Qi Wenjiu was also very surprised, but he was a little more sensible than his wife, "Calm down first, I will come back after I finish my work. Lin Lin is still young, and many things are just temporary. Impulsive. If you can’t accept it, we can guide him slowly.”

"You can't take it slow! It's all our fault that we didn't accompany him, he has become that kind of person now!" Cui Yi clutched the curtain tightly, his whole figure disappearing in the darkness, "I mentioned it to you during the Spring Festival, you don't deserve it. One thing!"

"Don't think so, Linlin is our child, and he is different from those who hurt you." Qi Wenjiao knew the shadow in Cui Yi's heart, so he could only persuade him patiently: "Don't be impulsive, I'll let you down." Come back in a week!"

Cui Yi paused for a few seconds, "Wen Jiao, let's take Linlin to Country E."

Qi Wenjiu said, "But he wants to be admitted to a domestic academy of fine arts."

"We can't let him go!" Cui Yi trembled, "Our laboratory is developing a withdrawal device..."

"Cui Yi!" Qi Wenjiu said sharply, "Don't think so!"

Cui Yi was stunned by the yelling, and it took a long time before he said: "Okay, okay, anyway, you come back first, let's discuss, I, I really don't know what to do now."

Going to the Academy of Fine Arts in the evening, Qi Lin saw Cui Yi at the school gate.

"Thank you for your hard work. Mom made you dinner. Let's go to the Academy of Fine Arts to eat."

Qi Lin didn't expect that Cui Yi would bring dinner to school, and was stunned for a moment.

"Mom, you don't need to..."

"Why don't you use it?" Cui Yi interrupted with a smile, "You are busy studying, and mom hopes to share your worries."

The car drove towards the Academy of Fine Arts, but Qi Lin's heart sank little by little.

On Tuesday and Thursday nights, Ye Zhuohan would wait for him at Xiaonanmen.When he rushed there by bus, he happened to meet Ye Zhuohan.But now that Cui Yi was driving, and with the fact that school was over early today, the time was advanced by more than 40 minutes.

He took out his phone and wanted to send a message to Ye Zhuohan, but as soon as the screen was turned on, Cui Yi looked over, "Who are you sending the message to?"

"I'll check the time." He said, putting the phone back.

There is a cafeteria in the south area of ​​the Academy of Fine Arts. Cui Yi put the prepared meals on the table, watched Qi Lin eat, and then sent Qi Lin to the classroom, "Mom is wandering around the campus, you can just come down after class."

Sitting in the classroom, Qi Lin's face turned pale, and he felt a slight suffocation.

At this time, it was long past the time for Ye Zhuohan to pick him up, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Ye Zhuohan.

"Brother Xiaolong!" As soon as he connected, he immediately said, "Something happened just now, and I have already arrived in the classroom."

Ye Zhuohan supported the bicycle and said softly, "Really?"

The small south gate was very lively, and many people who passed by looked at him.

This light blonde hair is really eye-catching.

Qi Lin heard that Ye Zhuohan's mood was not right, but he couldn't explain too much. Thinking of Cui Yi's behavior, he had a premonition that he would be watched for a while in the future, so he quickly picked up important words and said: "Brother Xiaolong, my mother is back , may stay at home for a while. She is very strict with me, and she will drive me here today, and she may pick me up in the future. Don't pick me up at Xiaonanmen for the time being."

Ye Zhuohan's shallow breathing came.

Qi Lin was so sad that he died, but he could only say, "I won't go upstairs to find you on weekends either."

Ye Zhuohan: "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Lin rushed to the window and took a deep breath.

But it was useless, the air with the fragrance of grass and trees in early summer was poured into his lungs, but it couldn't drive away the weakness and anxiety all over his body.

"Brother Lin?" Jiang Yue asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Lin came back to his senses, "It's okay, how are you and Brother Qiang?"

Jiang Yue's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "My mother already knows about it and supports us very much."

Qi Lin felt even more bitter.

It is also the beginning of the heart, why can't he get the blessing of his mother?

Cui Yi asked for leave to stay in Yuecheng for a month, picking up and dropping off Qi Lin every day until the final exam.Qi Wenjiu also came back and stayed for a few days.

Qi Lin felt that life was extremely difficult, and wanted to resist countless times, but he held back.

He vaguely discovered from many details that Cui Yi was traumatized by two same-sex violence when she was still a teenager, and left a psychological trauma. Like a scar that's always there and never goes away.

He felt sorry for Cui Yi, but more importantly, he was sensible enough to know that resisting now would not win the future he wanted.

He can only get through this period of time, get admitted to university, and follow the path he planned.

Every day, he is patient.

The most unbearable thing is not being able to see Ye Zhuohan.

They kept in touch, but the triple pressure of culture class, art class, and Cui Yi prevented him from sending Ye Zhuohan messages from time to time.

Fortunately, every time he approached Ye Zhuohan, Ye Zhuohan would reply, ranging from how to solve a problem to the small one that was bitten by a mosquito while sleeping last night.

Once he couldn't help but write: Longlong, you are so cute.

It was still deleted.

Ye Lingzheng had already gone abroad at the beginning of the year, and Ye Zhuohan had been seeing a psychiatrist alone for the past few months.

His talk to the psychiatrist has always been a formality, but this time he poured out his troubles for the first time.

For example, the sadness I felt after Qi Lin left twice, such as the mood when I finished painting the veil overnight, such as being told "don't go to Xiaonanmen to pick me up again" after being replied "don't draw this kind of thing again". After that, he continued to guard at Xiaonanmen step by step.

The psychiatrist pondered over and over again, "You may have fallen in love with that boy."

He raised his eyelids inadvertently, "Like?"

"You want him to find you interesting, and I hope he likes you. After a few times without getting a response, I still can't help waiting for him and missing him." The psychologist said: "Isn't this just a sign that you have liked him a long time ago?" Is it not an ordinary liking, but what we usually call 'love'."

Ye Zhuohan murmured and repeated these two words, his heart beating wildly.

Those emotional upsurges and clamor caused by Qi Lin painted his blank world colorfully.

But he didn't know what to do.He is not good enough.

At the end of June, the results of the final exam of No. [-] Middle School came out, and Qi Lin fell back to the top [-].

On the other hand, Ye Zhuohan won No.1 in the National Physics Competition and was qualified for admission without examination. A summer camp invitation letter was placed in front of Ye Zhuohan.