i see your calling

Chapter 72

Lian Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised her face to look at Shen Yiming, her eyes widened slightly.

"You and Pingge didn't communicate with each other during the meal just now. I know that you two have a good relationship, so you can't eat without saying a word." Shen Yiming's voice was very clear in the closed car, "Are you going to Beijing? Did Pinger bully you when you were here?"

Lian Yan hurriedly shook her head.

Shen Pingge...how could it be possible to bully him?It is he who has been embarrassing Shen Pingge, he is guilty, Shen Pingge has done nothing wrong.

"You have a good temper. I have never seen you lose your temper. It must not be your reason," Shen Yiming continued, "I also know that Pingge child. He is impulsive, and sometimes he doesn't like to talk to others. His temper comes up. Just ignore everything. But he is also very considerate. In fact, I always think that if you have a temper, you have a temper. It is also good to have your own personality. After all, he is independent, and it is normal to have his own thoughts. As long as you don't have a bad temper, don't you think?"

Lian Yan clenched her hands tightly and nodded after a while.

"You two are arguing and don't talk, you must have your own ideas," Shen Yiming took Lian Yan's left hand, patted it lightly, and smiled kindly. It made Lianyan's eyes heat up, "For the sake of my extra decades of life, listen to me - if it's Pingge's fault, please forgive Pingge, if you think you are also at fault, then you should also forgive me. Apologize to Pingge, reconcile later, and be good friends."

"I am only one son, Shen Pingge. Sometimes I feel a little regretful. After all, I have lived a long life, only two to thirty years," Shen Yiming said, "Pingge is quite defensive and rarely reveals to others. Heartfelt, I think, it would be great for him to have a younger brother like you in the future, you won't be lonely, and when I leave later, you two can rely on each other and help each other, you say, right? "

When Shen Pingge pushed him away, Lian Yan didn't cry, when Wei Ziping mocked him for being gay with a video, Lian Yan didn't cry, but Shen Yiming's light words gave him a strong urge to cry.

That feeling was very complicated, a feeling of being cared, thoughtful, accommodated, and an indescribable sense of blockage. He really wanted to say sorry to Shen Yiming, but he couldn't.

Lian Yan opened her mouth, but tears suddenly fell down, and fell warmly on the clothes, fainting the dark marks, he wiped the tears in embarrassment, sobbed softly, bit his lips, and whimpered in his throat.

"Oh, why are you still crying? Look at you being wronged," Shen Yiming hurriedly pulled the paper and wiped his tears, "If you don't want to apologize now, then you won't apologize. If you are happy later, just give Pingge a piece of candy, and he will understand Don't cry, don't cry, I don't know what to do."

Lian Yan couldn't listen to this kind of words, she just cried, there was no sound when she cried, tears were all over the back of her hands, shining brightly under the light, like melting broken stars, Shen Yiming felt very distressed, but unfortunately, she really wouldn't Consolation, seems to be in a hurry.

Lian Yan couldn't breathe from crying, her nose was blocked, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, Shen Pingge came back after shopping, with a paper bag in his hand, hearing the suppressed crying, his movements paused, "Why? Cried?"

Shen Yiming looked at him, feeling a little guilty for a while: "I made you cry, it's my fault."

Hearing Shen Pingge's voice, Lian Yan raised her face in a panic, and looked at him with red eyes, she obviously didn't say anything, but every time she blinked, she was clearly saying her grievances.

Shen Yiming took the paper bag from Shen Pingge's hand, "Don't sit next to me, go to the back and coax Xiaoyan, so we can drive back."

He didn't need to coax, let alone bother Shen Pingge, but Lian Yan couldn't say a word of rejection, and no one cared whether he shook his head or nodded, he listened to the car door close and open again, Shen Pingge sat beside him , Lian Yan smelled a familiar smell, unique to Shen Pingge, the dry scent of soap, the clean smell that had been dried in the sun.

He didn't want to embarrass Shen Pingge again, so he pulled the paper to wipe his tears.

The car drove forward, and the scenery outside the window began to recede, the tree shadows swayed, Lian Yan wiped it carelessly, and suddenly the back of his hand was pressed, he opened his eyes wide, looked at Shen Pingge, Shen Pingge lowered his eyes, Taking the tissue that was tightly held in his hand, before Lian Yan could react, he gently wiped the corners of Lian Yan's eyes.

Lian Yan could hardly breathe anymore, Shen Yiming was concentrating on driving, and couldn't see them, but Lian Yan had some strange thoughts, his back was tense, and the sequelae of crying hadn't disappeared, he twitched, pursed his lips tightly, and sighed. Pinger took a new piece of paper, pinched his nose, and said, "Try harder."

His mind was blank, he just listened to Shen Pingge's words, he was overly nervous, and let Shen Pingge wipe his tears and blow his nose. , It is almost imperceptible, but Lian Yan still feels hot, he wants to avoid it, but he can't move.

Soon, Shen Pingge withdrew his hand.Lian Yan could breathe again, the feeling of wanting to cry was diverted away, Shen Pingge easily dominated his thoughts, before Lian Yan recovered, he handed over a glass of Frappuccino, made with matcha tea.

"I ordered matcha for you," Shen Pingge said softly, "Try it."

Lian Yan's heartbeat has not yet calmed down, and she took it in a daze.

"Isn't that all right? You said you two have a cold war." Although Shen Yiming didn't look at it, he was relieved when he heard Shen Pingge's voice, and said earnestly: "Pingge, you too, my little one." Yan can't speak, and you can't bully others. Communicate more! Communicate more! There's nothing that can't be solved, right?"

Shen Yiming couldn't see Lian Yan's movements, even Yan shaking his head was useless, he was a little anxious, afraid that Shen Pingge would misunderstand him and complained, afraid that Shen Pingge would hate him even more because of these words, he wanted to tug on Shen Yiming's sleeve, but the idea just popped up Come, I heard Shen Pingge say.

"Well," Shen Pingge responded, "OK."

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Lian Yan would not pretend to be affectionate, mistaking Shen Pingge's care for liking, Shen Yiming hoped to see them reconcile, Shen Pingge acted like this is understandable, Lian Yan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

Just like Qingshui, the night passed without taste, Lian Yan forgot about the video for the time being, and the chat box with Wei Ziping hung there all the time.

I went to participate in a composition competition, but my normal school life still had to continue. I went to school the next day. Pang Nian was very curious about his life in Beijing these days, and asked him secretly during class. I called him to the office and asked him what test questions he took, and how he wrote them.

Lian Yan wrote very slowly on the paper, with an inexplicable sense of solemnity.

-Wrote poetry.

Ge Hong was very surprised. Although the composition competition did not prohibit writing poetry, most people still avoided such subjects. From elementary school to high school, the last sentence of the composition topic was always "except poetry", and this kind of discourse subtly affected them.

"why?"

Lian Yan pursed her lips.

There are many reasons.Articles pay more attention to logic than poetry. He doesn’t want to pay attention to logic anymore. Nonsensical expressions are easier. No matter what, what is expressed under the tip of the pen is emotion. Perhaps nonsensical and indulgent emotions are more suitable for people who cannot express.

But in the end, Lian Yan only wrote on paper.

-Because more freedom.

"You guys like to talk about freedom at this age," Ge Hong said with a smile, "It's okay, poetry is also good. You should study hard in the third grade of junior high school. Let's put aside the composition competition. I can't deny your talent, so take it lightly. Okay, let's go back to class."

Lian Yan hesitated, nodded, and left the office.

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