Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 105

Before the end of the night, Song Yan was already thinking about whether to ask for the day after tomorrow's leave in a daze.

He shouldn't have picked this head.

Lin Litian controlled his limp hand, took a square package from the bedside again, and his voice blended into the night, sexy and seductive, "Why are you crying?"

Song Yan shook his head, unable to answer, his mind turned white for a while, and the pillow was wet with water from the corner of his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but his hand was buckled backwards on the bed and could not move.

Lin Litian leaned down, licked away his tears with the tip of his tongue, kissed his eyes and nose, and asked each word in a hoarse voice: "During the graduation banquet, did you go to me to confess your love to me? "

Song Yan's character in his youth was more dull than now, how could he easily say his love, he pronounced the syllable with difficulty, "No..."

Before the last syllable fell, his complexion changed, a sob overflowed from his throat, and the corner of his mouth was almost bitten to bleed.

Lin Litian buried his head and pressed against his shoulder, "Say it again."

"..." Song Yan put his hand on the back of his head, the focus of his eyes did not know where it fell, looking at the white ceiling, his voice trembled, "I... want to confess..."

"What do you want to confess?"

Song Yan's thoughts followed his guidance, ups and downs, "I like you, I like you very much."

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin Litian laughed happily, stroking the smooth and tight muscle lines of his waist, but his mouth was extremely gentle, "I love you, Song Yan."

……

After everything was over, Song Yan had already fallen asleep on the bed, Lin Litian took him to the bathroom to tidy up first, and then tidied up himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Yan wearing only a pair of trousers, revealing his originally smooth and fair back, but now with mottled marks, lying on his side on the bed.

His shirt was dirty, he didn't bother to find a new one, so he just fell asleep like this.

Lin Litian walked to the bed and shook his shoulder lightly.

Song Yan's eyelids trembled and opened a thin slit. After seeing his face clearly, he turned around and continued to sleep, leaving only the back of his head.

He rubbed the tip of his nose guiltily, and said softly, "Baby, your clothes are dirty, change your clothes before going to bed."

Song Yan was so tired that he pretended not to hear it, and didn't want to talk to him.

He tucked in the quilt and went to the cloakroom to find clothes for him.

The clothes in the cloakroom were hung neatly according to the styles, half of them belonged to him, and half belonged to Song Yan. It seemed useless for one person, but it was just right for two people.

He found the pajamas, and planned to go back to the bed to help Song Yan put them on. Thinking of something, he bent down and took out the clean underwear of the day from the bottom drawer.

Just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly caught by a cardboard box placed inside.

The cardboard box is placed in the bottom grid, it is not too big, it is inconspicuous, if you don't bend over, you can't see it at all.

When he moved here, he also brought a lot of these boxes, maybe he missed one and left it unpacked.

He pulled the carton out from the corner, opened the paper cover, and the contents inside were revealed to him.

On the top are some odds and ends, the school card of Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School, a dozen or so photos piled up in a pile, some worthless souvenirs and peripherals...

He picked up the school card and turned to the photo side.

The person above is not him, but Song Yan.

The hair is shorter than now, the facial features are young, the corners of the mouth are straight, and it doesn't look easy to get along with, just like Song Yan when he was a teenager.

Are these Song Yan's things?

He put the school card aside and looked at the rest.

Souvenirs and peripherals took up most of the space, and he felt familiar when he saw it at first glance, but after picking it up, he finally remembered where he had seen it before.

When the referee club holds activities, it will give a series of peripherals to the participants. Song Yan has collected almost all the peripheral souvenirs sent out by the referee club in his sophomore year, that is, the year he became the president.

There are miniature basketball keychains, three-dimensional figures with whistles, and all kinds of postcards... In another year, members of the club played around and posted his poster, and now this poster has also been published. Stored intact in the carton.

It proved that Song Yan had participated in all those activities.

He gathered these gadgets together, and pulled out a stack of photos below.

The photos are all Lin Litian, outstanding student representative, graduate representative... Because they were taken from the photo wall with a mobile phone and then developed, the picture quality is not very good.

The only one that wasn't a remake was Song Yan's selfie.

The angle was chosen randomly, only half of his own face was photographed, it was still blurry, the lens did not focus on his face, eyes, nose and mouth could not be seen clearly, but another scene behind him was clearly captured .

It should be the day when the graduation photo was taken in the third year of high school. A bunch of people behind were taking graduation photos, all wearing formal clothes, white shirts and black pants, huddling together lively and lively.

Among them was Lin Litian. He stood in the center of the crowd, his eyes flashed briefly, and Song Yan captured that moment. In the photo, Lin Litian seemed to be looking at the camera.

The two people who are far and near meet each other's eyes.

After reading all the photos one by one, the bottom part of the carton was exposed.

At the bottom is a jersey, which is not pure white like in Teacher Xiao He's photo album, but has faint blood stains on it, which should have been washed many times without being cleaned, and it has become a long-lasting ailment.

It turned out to be the red and white in the dream.

The sense of absurdity in the dream swept over again. This time, a clear human face appeared in his mind. He was sitting on the bus and saw the boy on the basketball court through the window.

The boy's jersey was stained dark red due to the blood oozing from the wound, and there were large and small bruises. The day he first met Song Yan was the day Song Yan entered the police station.

There is no reason to shed so much blood in a fight, only one-sided beating.

When he heard Tang Qinghe pestering Song Yan, he said that Song Yan didn't fight back when he was wronged to steal money back then because his father had been to the dormitory the day before, and Song Yan was afraid that his father had stolen the money.

Lin Litian didn't know what Song Yan's father had done to Song Yan to make him so afraid.

He recalled Song Wei in the second world, maybe Song Yan's father was just as bad in reality, but at least in the second world, Song Yan had Yin Congyun in his body, but in reality there was no one around Song Yan.

There was no movement for a while, and after a while, he put the things back one by one as they were, and put the carton back to its original position, pretending that no one had ever dug it out before walking out of the cloakroom.

Song Yan's arm pressed against the quilt, probably because he felt hot, and lifted a corner of the quilt that Lin Litian had tucked in.

He was in a deep sleep and didn't wake up after Lin Litian fiddled with him. Lin Litian helped him put on his pajamas, covered him with the quilt again, lay down beside him, and was embraced by him from behind.

Kissed behind his still red ear.

No sleep for one night.

When Song Yan woke up the next day, it was already noon, there was no one around, there was no residual warmth in the bed, and there was no sound outside the bedroom, it didn't look like there was anyone in the house.

He lay on the bed and woke up, and after finally gathering his thoughts, something wrong with his body made him groan.

It doesn't hurt, but the whole body is full of acid that penetrates into the bones.

After the initial effort was not so unbearable, he picked up the phone by the bed.

After unlocking it, I found out that starting from ten o'clock, Lin Litian would send a message every half hour to ask if he was awake.

He didn't mute it yesterday, it should be Lin Litian who did it for him, for fear that he would be woken up by the message.

As soon as he picked up the phone and typed the word "wake up", the phone on the other side rang.

He froze for a moment, and pressed the phone to connect.

The person on the phone asked, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Song Yan changed his posture, still lying on the bed, ignoring his hungry stomach, hoarse, "I haven't sent a message yet, how do you know I'm awake?"

Lin Litian smiled: "I see you are typing."

He hardly took his eyes off his phone after he went out.

Song Yan should be very uncomfortable now, but he couldn't see anyone else when he came together. No matter how he looked at him, he looked like a beast.

He added: "The breakfast left for you on the table is cold, don't eat it, I'll bring you lunch, and I'll go back right away."

Just as Song Yan was about to ask him where he was, a questioning female voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

"Go back right away? How long have you been with me? Are you going back right away?"

Song Yan paused, and his voice was blocked again.

It wasn't Bei Yue's voice, it had to be more mature, and Bei Yue wouldn't talk to her boss like this.

Before he could start guessing, Lin Litian's helpless voice came from the phone.

"Mom, I've been with you all morning."

mom?

Song Yan was completely awake, turned over from the bed in the next second, and almost fell back because of the backache, his palms were pressed on the bed to support his precarious body, and his mind was a little foggy.

Lin Litian said that his parents were traveling abroad, did they return to Jiangcheng?

"And don't you still have my dad?" Lin Litian continued.

"Little brat, why are you talking to your mother?" Another strange male voice sounded, and Lin Litian's mother also echoed, "That's right, it's shameful, we haven't seen each other for more than two months, and you are impatient just to stay with us all morning ?”

Lin Litian was completely defeated by the husband and wife Shuanghuang, and raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, you two against one, I lost, but your son and I really have something to do, can I go back to see you after today?"

"It's already noon, what's the matter with you, you don't have time for dinner?"

Song Yan listened silently here, feeling so nervous that his palms sweated for no reason, and said softly: "I'm at home, you can come back anytime, I'll hang up first, you spend good time with your parents."

"Wait a minute." Lin Litian didn't let him hang up, but he didn't know what to say.

He has been thinking about bringing Song Yan to meet his parents, maybe today is the time, but he is afraid that Song Yan will feel too hasty and not ready.

Mother Lin saw that he hesitated to speak, looked at the phone, and guessed that the person on the phone was unusual, "Friend?"

"No."

Lin Litian did not intend to hide Song Yan's identity from his closest relatives, "Your daughter-in-law."

Hearing this, Song Yan shook his hand, and the phone fell into the bed.

When the blockbuster fell, Mother Lin and Father Lin looked at each other with inexplicable expressions, especially Mother Lin's face suddenly darkened, she turned her head and asked, "Could it be that Tang Qing?"

Lin Litian raised his eyebrows, "Am I sick?"

Father Lin: "Speak well."

"..." Lin Litian admitted, "No."

Hearing what he said, Lin's mother's face softened, she thought about it, and discussed, "Take me out to meet you."

Lin Litian shook his head: "Not today."

Mama Lin stared: "Why not, the paper is too papery to see?"

As if thinking of something, Lin Litian looked away and said unnaturally: "He...is not feeling well today."

Song Yan picked up the phone, swallowed, and struggled to say: "Lin Litian, I can go."

Although he has no experience in getting along with elders, it is not good for elders to refuse to meet for the first time.

Lin Litian was silent for a moment, then held the phone and said, "Is your forehead hot?"

This problem was not within Song Yan's expectations. Even through the phone screen, his face still burned uncontrollably. Resignedly, he took the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand and said honestly, "It's not hot."

Lin Litian: "...Is your back sore?"

"..."

Song Yan's eyes were blackened by this question, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he dared not answer, because Lin Litian would definitely ask a second time.

He forced himself to calm down, pretending that there was no disturbance, and answered word by word: "No, sour."