Start with co-living

Chapter 13

The dark gray windbreaker swayed slightly as he walked, and the wheels of the suitcase rolled on the ground, making a dull sound, all of which were not very conspicuous in the bustling crowd.

Walking out of the airport, the wind blew across his cheeks with the chill of winter, Lin Yueran wrapped his windbreaker tightly and dragged his suitcase to the light rail station not far away.

Lin Yueran turned on his cell phone only after he got in the car, and within a short while received an overseas call.

"Are you here?" The other party's voice was full of surprise.

"Just arrived." Lin Yueran replied almost indifferently.

The other party was not disappointed, he seemed to be used to Lin Yueran's appearance, he said with a smile, "Call me if you have anything to do."

After speaking, the other party cut off the phone, and Lin Yueran put the phone back in his pocket.

Before the train started, Lin Yueran casually looked at the carriage boredly, and the advertisement pasted in the carriage caught his eye. For some reason, he didn't pay attention to the content of the advertisement, but instead saw the word "Heqing" in the corner.

He remembered that the company where Chang Qing worked was called He Qing.

Lin Yueran froze for a while before looking away, and then stared out of the window in a daze.

The people who got off the plane quickly filled the whole train. Lin Yueran watched it for a few seconds, and there were only afterimages of the scenery outside the window.

In the five years since Lin Yueran left, the city has developed rapidly. Many low-rise houses have been replaced by high-rise buildings. Commercial buildings have sprung up. The LED screens outside the walls display advertisements, and huge posters It flew past Lin Yueran's eyes.

The train stopped at the station, and outside a building outside the window, several workers were replacing new advertisements.

The replacement job has come to an end, and the content of the advertisement is clearly presented in front of Lin Yueran's eyes - Yuchen's new year limited edition, and the spokesperson is the hottest female star Ye Mengli.

"Heh." Lin Yueran let out an incomprehensible laugh, he glanced at the poster again, the train started slowly, and the advertisement was quickly left behind.

The train stopped and went, and Lin Yueran also arrived at the station where he was going to get off.

Lin Yueran got out of the car, but did not return to his home.

Lin Yueran did not change his mobile phone number after going abroad, and Chang Qing also made hundreds of calls, but Lin Yueran ignored them all, and later Chang Qing also gave up, even gave up contacting Lin Yueran.

But every month Lin Yueran would receive a remittance from Changqing, and Lin Yueran knew that it was the rent paid by Changqing.

Since Chang Qing has been living in his own home, Lin Yueran has no plan to go back.

It's ridiculous to say that it's my own home, but I'm a little afraid to go back to that place.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Yueran's mouth twitched, like a wry smile.

Lin Yueran booked a room at a hotel near his home, but of course this hotel does not belong to Shengyue.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the hotel, Lin Yueran took a shower and forced himself to fall asleep.

Jet lag is a painful thing.

The morning light penetrated the clouds and fell on the ground. The dazzling light was blocked from the room by the thick curtains, but Lin Yueran still felt the light. He slowly opened his eyes, picked up his phone and checked the time—it was almost twelve o'clock .

Lin Yueran slept for a long time, and felt dizzy when he got up, but the hunger in his stomach drove him downstairs.

The familiar restaurants nearby were still there, so Lin Yueran found a restaurant he used to frequent, sat in the corner and ordered a meal.

Although it was close to twelve o'clock, people came in to order food one after another in the restaurant, but after all, it was not the time when the main force - the working party - got off work, so Lin Yueran's dishes came soon.

Picking up the chopsticks and preparing to eat, a familiar but unfamiliar voice came from above my head.

"Your tastes are still the same."

Lin Yueran's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and the food almost fell back into the plate, but he held the chopsticks steady and put the food into his mouth silently.

The man had already sat down in front of Lin Yueran, when the boss came to order, he only wanted a bowl of noodles.

"When did you come back?" Without flinching from Lin Yueran's indifference, he continued to ask.

"Yesterday." Lin Yueran responded.

He asked again: "Where have you been all these years?"

Where did Lin Yueran go, even Chang Shu who wanted him to leave didn't know, let alone Chang Qing who Lin Yueran wanted to avoid.

"Countries in the world." Lin Yueran said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Why don't you go home?" Chang Qing asked puzzled.

Listening to Chang Qing's words, it seemed that he and Lin Yueran really had something, and Lin Yueran was stunned for a while before saying, "I don't want to go back."

"I'll call the moving company this afternoon..."

"No need." Lin Yueran interrupted Chang Qing, Chang Qing's heart tightened, and he asked tremblingly, "Are you coming back for a short stay?"

"I don't know." Lin Yueran said perfunctorily.

Lin Yueran really didn't know how long he would stay, even returning home was a whim.

Chang Qing felt that Lin Yueran rejected him thousands of miles away, and didn't know what to say for a while, but fortunately, he came face to face at this time.

Because of Chang Qing's appearance, Lin Yueran's eating speed obviously accelerated a lot. Before taking a few bites of Chang Qing's noodles, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, asked the boss to pay the bill, and paid Chang Qing's one by the way.

"Wait." Chang Qing didn't care that the noodles were not finished, and rushed to catch up with Lin Yueran.

"What's the matter?" While speaking, Lin Yueran shook off Chang Qing's hand.

Lin Yueran's voice was full of anger, Chang Qing was stunned when he asked such a question - why did he chase him out?

Chang Qing didn't answer, and Lin Yueran didn't bother to stare at him. He straightened his clothes and left quickly. When Chang Qing came back to his senses, Lin Yueran had already been submerged in the crowd.

Chang Qingkong closed his palms together and clenched them into fists, with bulging veins on the back of his hands and pain shining on his face.

Lin Yueran didn't go back to the hotel, he wandered aimlessly on the street.

It's not that he didn't imagine the scene of meeting Chang Qing again, and also thought about his own mood when he saw Chang Qing. As for what he would say after the meeting, Lin Yueran didn't write the script.

But I never expected to meet again in a restaurant, and my mood was not as calm as expected.

Before going abroad, Chang Qing left traces in his heart after all, but he didn't notice it at the time, and he never recalled it during the years of leaving, but the moment he saw Chang Qing, those feelings that Lin Yueran ignored immediately took over like a river breaking a bank. His thoughts were overwhelmed, and the raging waves were about to submerge him.

Before he knew it, Lin Yueran walked to the bar where he first met Chang Qing.

The once prosperous bar has now been replaced by a fast food restaurant, and the only traces of the past are those vigorously growing plants—perhaps, those plants have also changed several times.

The exhaled breath condensed into white mist and dissipated after a while. Lin Yueran looked at the figure who appeared in front of him at an unknown time, feeling a little at a loss.

Chang Qing walked over slowly, looked at Lin Yueran with a half-smile and said, "Why, are you recalling the scene when we first met?"

The author has something to say:

Let this article be like this, whether it is a bad ending, a pit, or an open ending, it will end like this.

_(:з」∠)_To be honest, there were still some plots, but I suddenly didn’t want to write them.

If that part of the plot is to be written, it will be treated as a side story. As for whether to write it, well, it depends on the mood and time.

In the end, I'm really not sure about this article.