overdue lover

Chapter 90 Mr. Floys's Confession

"Have you thought about leaving?"

"Go out of Lucheng, see the scenery you have never seen before, do more things you want to do, and meet the people you want to see, instead of trapping your talents and dreams in a dark corner and wasting them for nothing."

When thinking of Mr. Floys' words, Ji Qinglin's eyes fell on the hands covered by white foam in front of him.

The bathroom in the hospital was filled with an indescribably stale smell. There was the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs, and then the pipe on the other side of the washstand made the sound of rushing water, which overlapped with the sound of water falling on the foam.

After rinsing off the foam from his hands, Ji Qinglin wiped his hands with a dry towel, picked up the phone again, and looked through the chat records that he had read no less than ten times.

There was not much comfort in Mr. Floys's reply. Most of the words were like a dedicated elder and teacher, asking Ji Qinglin what to do next, and at the same time giving him some advice.

"Ji Qinglin, you are free."

Noticing this sentence again, Ji Qinglin can still recall the throbbing when he first saw it.

For the first time, Ji Qinglin realized that someone really understood his desire.

He wants to be affirmed too much, wants to have someone to chat with himself, wants to escape from this suffocating environment,

His ideal type seemed to be embodied in Mr. Floys.

Ji Qinglin put the phone on his heart, took a deep breath, and smiled unconsciously on his face.

A bold idea came to his mind—he wanted to meet Mr. Floys, thank him face to face, tell him what he was feeling at the moment, and if possible, ask him for a hug.

Hugging... Ji Qinglin blushed, and scolded herself in her heart for pushing an inch. Mr. Floys was not sure whether he would see him or not, and he dared to expect physical contact, which was really fantastic.

Can't even imagine it?Ji Qinglin refuted to his inner voice, but at the same time realized a serious problem - he knew very little about Mr. Floys's private life.

Most of the information comes from Luo Huan and his internal and external Internet searches, and the most direct contact is nothing more than daily chat records and several professional guidance on photography.

Ji Qinglin found that he did not know Mr. Floys himself.

I can't see that he has more than friendship for himself.

It is a very naive and stupid behavior to pin all your emotions behind a screen.

Suddenly thinking of this, Ji Qinglin slowly lowered the hand holding the phone to his side, leaving a sigh in the air.

When replying to Mr. Floys' message, Ji Qinglin controlled his emotions and tone very well, writing every word with restraint.

He felt that he had done something wrong, and he was afraid of showing his feet in front of Mr. Floys, so he could only choose his words carefully before sending them out.

Mr. Floys seemed unaware of Ji Qinglin's prudence, and focused on evaluating and guiding the photography works Ji Qinglin sent to him a few days ago, and then left a few words of encouragement at the end of the email as usual.

Ji Qinglin looked at the long paragraphs of words and took out the computer to revise the work, but his heart was always agitated, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

After sending the modified version 2.0 to Mr. Floys, the other party did not ask him to modify it, but asked him if he had anything else on his mind.

Ji Qinglin stared at the phone in a daze for a while, then said no.

But Mr. Floys said that he had something to ask Ji Qinglin.

Before Ji Qinglin could reply in time, the nurse who changed his father's dressing came over pushing the cart.

He helped the nurse change his father's medicine, and it had been more than 20 minutes since Mr. Floys sent the message.

In the past 10 minutes, Mr. Floys did not send any more messages.

is he still thereWhat does he want to ask himself?Ji Qinglin pursed her lips, feeling uneasy for no reason.

Turning on the phone, two messages came into his sight: "I have a private question, does Mr. Ji have a lover now?"

Another message indicated that it had been withdrawn.

Ji Qinglin read that sentence several times, his breathing gradually became rapid, his ears were red, and his heart was almost lifted into his throat.

What does it mean?Ji Qinglin's first reaction was that Mr. Floys thought that his recent creative mood was not high because of emotional injuries.

He regretted that he didn't turn on his phone earlier and saw the withdrawn message.

"I don't have a lover," Ji Qinglin could only reply with what he thought was the most reasonable guess, "I have been broken in love for many years."

"Love?"

Ji Qinglin leaned back on the back of the wooden chair, feeling that he had nothing to hide from Mr. Floys, so he frankly told him about his relationship history.

Talking about the history of love, I can briefly summarize it in one sentence - being abandoned by the lover inexplicably, and it will be difficult to reconcile after many years.

Ji Qinglin was afraid that Mr. Floys would feel sympathy for him, so he teased at last, "...how do you say that old saying? It seems to be called the lone star of the gods. I guess I have such a destiny, and there is nothing wrong with it." , the whole family will not be hungry if one person is full."

The heartless ridicule didn't get the desired effect, but made him look even more pitiful.

Mr Floys did not comment on his experience, but asked him if he had any thoughts on finding a lover.

Ji Qinglin made up his mind to deny it, and smiled, "Why, Mr. Floys wants to be a matchmaker?"

"Not being a matchmaker."

"Ask for myself."

When Ji Qinglin saw the news, his hands trembled and he almost dropped his phone on the ground.

The redness from the base of his ears reached his cheeks, almost igniting his whole body.

Is he joking?

Ji Qinglin couldn't believe his eyes, and blinked hard, but the two sentences on the screen didn't disappear, nor were they recalled. He opened the calendar again to make sure that today is not April Fool's Day.

Then there is only one possibility——

"Is Mr. Floys playing truth or dare?"

As soon as the news was sent out, Mr. Floys replied him with a "?"

Ji Qinglin wanted to slap himself in embarrassment, but the news could not be retracted, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "Then why..."

Before I finished typing a sentence, I saw a sentence pop up in the dialog box: "I'm serious."

His serious attitude forced Ji Qinglin to tighten his heartstrings, and he deleted the original words with trembling hands.

Mr. Floys had never conceived of it to himself, nor could he have imagined it.

He felt unworthy of such a fine man, and was ashamed of his occasional overreaching of Mr. Floys.

In Ji Qinglin's eyes, Mr. Floys was once a flower standing on a high mountain from a distant country, the source of his untouchable dreams. He thought that being a looker, being able to feel the light is enough, But he actually cast his gaze on himself.

When you get attention, you want more and more.

Ji Qinglin subconsciously pinched his thigh with his fingers, the pain was very real, he was not dreaming.

But reason forced him to calm down, and he asked Mr. Floys what he liked about him.

Mr. Floys' answer was curious: "Because you are like a tree."

Ji Qinglin frowned suspiciously.

"Like a tree growing beside me, when I didn't know it, it took root in my heart."

"I am willing to be your land."

I don't know what mood Mr. Floys felt when he wrote these words, Ji Qinglin was hit in the heart with precision when he saw it.

He has never been resistant to tenderness.

But at this moment, he thought of Gu Yinmo inappropriately.

When I pursued Gu Yinmo, I never got his consent. The two of them were together in such an unclear way. The relationship was established simply. Ji Qinglin lived a simple life, and Gu Yinmo also kept everything simple. The only luxury for the two of them was to travel At that time, I bought a pair of ancient Tibetan silver rings.

There was no candlelight dinner, no romantic confession, Gu Yinmo was in the bustling commercial street night market, accompanied by the smell of mutton skewers from the barbecue stall next door, pulled Ji Qinglin's finger, and put it on seriously.

Ji Qinglin smiled foolishly, thinking that Gu Yinmo had really admitted his boyfriend's identity.

But if you really care, why are you willing to be so perfunctory?

Ji Qinglin has long passed the age when he can be easily moved by a bottle of Coke and a simple greeting. Facing a few confessions from Mr. Floys, the fluctuations in his heart are not as turbulent as before.

It was true that he had feelings for Mr. Floys, but he could not make the same mistake again.

He asked: Can I meet with you?

Mr. Floys paused for a while, and replied with two words: "Sorry."

Ji Qinglin smiled.

How can I trust you, Mr. Floys.

Ji Qinglin took a deep breath and gave him the same answer.

"Sorry, although I like you very much, I cannot accept this feeling."

【Speak】

Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Gu who has to wear a vest to confess is too disdainful.

Lost horse & crematorium countdown hhh

Good night in advance!