After Lian Jue came out of the Chen family, Lin Chen quickly opened the car door for him and asked him in a low voice: "Are you going home, Mr. Lian?"

After getting on the car, Lian Jue obviously fell into the silence that would happen when he was alone. He looked silently at the thick night outside the window that had stopped because the vehicle had not started. His dark eyes were as empty as if he could not gather. He could only hear his heavy breathing in the car for a while.

So Lin Chen took his own initiative and drove Lian Jue home first.

Lian Jue's condition was really bad at this moment. There was a green stubble on his chin at some point, and his hair seemed a little messy and scattered on his forehead because he had not taken care of it for a few days. He had thin red blood in his eyes. The blue marks were heavier than when Lin Chen left a week ago.

"...Mr. Lian," Lin Chen looked at Lian Jue in the rearview mirror and hesitated, "You haven't had a good rest for a long time. Do you need me to arrange a doctor here?"

Lian Jue seemed to be raising his eyes when he mentioned the doctor and said, "No need."

"Mr. Chen..." Lin Chen wandered for a long time, but stopped as soon as he opened his mouth.

He originally wanted to comfort him, but he was afraid that his words would be imprecise and showed his indifference to watching the fire from the other side of the river.

Chen Ting suddenly disappeared without a trace, and there was no news... Even life and death were uncertain. Lin Chen knew that Lian Jue was unlikely to listen to any comfort at this time, so he simply said something else casually, trying to make the atmosphere relax, but until the parking was stopped, he did not get any response from Lian Jue.

It was not until the car parked in the yard of the villa that Lian Jue seemed to withdraw his thoughts from a long period of daze and asked him: "What did you just say?"

Lin Chen sighed in his heart and said, "It's nothing."

Since returning home, Lian Jue went straight to the second floor and returned to the room and locked the door from inside.

Lin Chen knocked on the door, but Lian Jue did not respond to him. No one had ever seen Lian Jue's mental state. He was worried that something might happen, so he decided to stay here first so that he could listen to the movements upstairs at any time.

The lights were not turned on in the bedroom. After Lian Jue returned to the room, he lay directly on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head from the dim sight.

No one has been back to sleep on this bed for a week, and the smell of Shen Tingwei on the bed has become very faint.

Lian Jue's eyes were a little sour. He closed his eyes and thought of Chen Tingwei put his blanket and clothes on his bed, shyly asking him to fall asleep with his own smell.

"Maybe you will feel more comfortable this way." Chen Ting said.

I also thought of Chen Tingwei's expression of love to him quietly after urging him to go home.

"...It's just that I need you very much." Chen Ting didn't say.

Lian Jue originally thought that he would not feel comfortable because of the strange smell on Chen Tingwei, and he also thought that he did not need Chen Tingwei so essentially. But now he seemed to be hit by him again. Lian Jue thought that the slightest breath of Chen Tingwei on the bed seemed to be the only thing that could make him feel comforted in such a state.

He took Chen Tingwei's pillow, but felt it was not enough, so he involuntarily pulled up half of the quilt that Chen Tingwei had always covered and wrapped himself in with the pillow.

He pressed his chin against Shen Tingwei's pillow, and the extremely faint sweet wine scent in the artificial fragrance mixed with shampoo and detergent was lingering between his nose. He couldn't help but wonder whether the night Chen Tingwei's birthday, he really cried in the quilt for a long time when he slept with his back to him.

This sudden thought seemed to make the sweetness that was almost dissipated in the body suddenly mixed with a little bitterness, and his dissipated thoughts were pulled back by the smell.

After realizing that he realized that he was lying on the bed wearing clothes he had not changed for two days, so he lifted the quilt and sat up slowly. The abundant air diluted the breath that made him nostalgic during his breath. He got up from the bed, stood beside the bed, took off his clothes one by one.

Chen Ting had some cleanliness that he had not shown much in front of him before.

On one of his social events, Chen Ting did not come out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the bed temporarily because he had been waiting for too long, and he stopped talking for a long time.

Lian Jue asked: "What's wrong?"

Before Chen Ting walked to the closet, he helped him take out a clean set of home clothes. When he handed them to him, he asked quietly: "Can you change the clothes when you come back in the future and go to bed..."

When Lian Jue turned around and wanted to find a home clothes, he accidentally kicked something at the tip of his shoe, and he heard the sound of the roller sliding on the floor.

Lian Jue reached out to touch it in the darkness, and it was the suitcase sent back from the airport. Maybe Kang Tong helped him get the box back to the room before going to school to board.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't had a rest for too long. When he got up from the bed, Lian Jue felt unprecedented fatigue coming towards him. He was too lazy to turn on the lights or searching in the closet. He simply put down the suitcase at hand, pulled the box open in the dark, pulled out the clothes in the box one by one, and relied on the feel to find the pajamas that Chen Ting had not collected for him.

The familiar soft touch of his fingertips made him pause when he was holding his clothes out. Almost at this moment, he took out the folded, cotton-textured item and walked over to turn on the headlights in the room.

The moment the light came on, Lian Jue's eyes were stinging, and his breathing stuttered slightly.

In his hand was a dark gray scarf made of wool.

The scarf is somewhat similar to Kang Tong's one, with a slight change in style, and there is no childish Su Sui hanging on both ends. The style looks simple and generous. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find the complex patterns in the stitches.

Lian Jue took a few heavy breaths, as if he wanted to expel the turbid air that was stuck in his lungs, so that it took him a while to calm himself down.

He still remembered that the morning when Chen Ting didn't give the white scarf to Kang Tong, and he seemed to ask casually: "Is it not as good as you bought outside?"

He was bowing his head and replying to Alex's email, and replied casually: "Everything is OK."

Chen Tingwei asked him again: "Don't you think it's ugly, do you?"

Lian Jue seemed to have raised his eyes and glanced at it, but it seemed that there was no one, and said perfunctorily: "No."

He remembered Chen Tingwei's tone seemed very happy and said, "That's good."

The scenes about Chen Tingwei that Lian Jue recalled during this period would make him suffer. His eyes seemed to be warm and burning from the scarf. When he spread the scarf, the yellow sticky note paper sandwiched in the middle fell out of the scarf.

Chen Ting's style of not leaving notes continues to reveal his mood on paper as always:

I checked the weather and the lowest temperature in Jiangcheng this week is less than ten degrees. If it is cold, please wear this to make do with it :-)

The following is followed by a line of small words in brackets:

(If you think it's stupid, forget it, be careful to keep warm.)

Lian Jue rubbed the beautiful handwriting on the note, thinking in a daze, why Chen Ting Wei had such a good temper?

He missed Chen Tingwei's birthday, which made him wait all day and made him cry for another night. Where did he feel that he should pay attention to keeping warm?

Chen Ting didn't even have time to receive that late birthday wish.

Lian Jue thought that Chen Tingwei was looking at his phone at that time. If he had sent it out a few seconds earlier, Chen Tingwei might have seen it.

——How many seconds earlier?

A guess suddenly flashed through Lian Jue's mind. He lowered his head and searched for the phone in his coat pocket with almost no thought.

He took out his phone, and the lighted screen showed that the battery was too low. Lian Jue tried to decipher Chen Tingwei's mobile phone password while looking for a mobile phone charger in the room.

He tried Chen Tingwei's birthday, his birthday on his ID card, and Kang Tong's birthday.

Chen Tingwei is a very simple person. The lock screen password is easy to decipher. Perhaps he thought it a little complicated. He tried it four times, and finally, without hope, he unlocked the lock with the last four digits of Chen Tingwei's mobile phone number.

Although Lian Jue had a premonition, after the lock screen interface that came with the system was opened, he saw that the page was stuck on the chat box of the two. At this moment, his throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of cold and invisible hands, which made him unable to move his stinging eyes away for a long time.

The text sending box is lying in the half sentence and has not been entered yet, and it is broken very abruptly:

Then you have to remember me next year

The input method interface that has not been completed yet [shengr]

Chen Tingwei's WeChat message that he never waited for...

Lian Jue's hand holding the phone slowly faded away the temperature, staring at the line that had not entered the complete sentence, his brain continued to be blank until the screen of the phone jumped out of the page that automatically turned off, and then he mechanically walked to the bedside and connected the phone to the power supply.

Chen Tingwei's unread message is very empty. In the past few days, only one person named [Happy] has sent him a few WeChat messages.

Happy: Does your husband like cake?

Happy: No, no, I forgot me if I have a man.

Happy: I'm so angry. I haven't replied to my message for a day. It's faded and the feelings are faded!

Happy: Angry.jpg

Happy: Weiwei Weiwei Weiwei?

Happy: Why don’t you reply to my WeChat for so many days! qaq

Happy:???Are you okay?

The other party's new WeChat occupied a whole page. Lian Jue turned up a few times and saw the chat records of the two people that afternoon on October 16th.

Chen Tingwei: I made a cake for my husband, but it seems a bit ugly:(

Chen Tingwei:【Picture】

Happy: In which century have you been from? Brother, you still use such a rustic expression

Happy: Hahahahaha, I'm sorry, just clicked on the picture, I laughed, this cake is really ugly, I thought you had made a sponge

Chen Tingwei: Chifeng can't make a good-looking look, otherwise I would cut it into a heart shape? But I don't have a mold here, so it's probably a bit difficult.

Happy: Please make some cream, add some decorations to try

Chen Tingwei: My husband doesn’t like sweet foods, and I don’t like them very much:-(

Chen Tingwei: Is this expression a little better?

Happy: Isn't it okay?

Happy: If you don’t like sweet food, then you can cut some fruits and sprinkle some sugar beans, sugar, etc. I saw a few pictures on Weibo before, which are quite cute. I’ll look for them to send them to you. If you don’t like it too sweet, you’ll get rid of them then~

Chen Tingwei: Good:)

When Lian Jue walked down from the upper floor in a hurry, Lin Chen just helped the cat fill the small amount of food left in the automatic feeding and water feeder.

Because there are too many things recently, Kang Tong has no one to take care of him, Lian Jue was temporarily arranged to stay at school, and his home was a little empty.

He looked at Lian Jue walking towards the kitchen, and was stunned at first, and quickly said, "Mr. Lian, do you need me to order a meal for you?"

Lian Jue heard his voice and his footsteps didn't stop, his tone was a little cold: "Why are you still here?"

Lin Chen was stunned by his expulsion inside and out: "Ah, I'll feed a cat, and I'll leave now..."

Lian Jue said "Yes", walked straight to the refrigerator, and opened the fresh-keeping layer.

The warm yellow light in the refrigerator outlined a circle of soft light edges of the carefully decorated cake. The strawberries and cherries used to embellish it have a thin layer of cold frost. The edges of the cake slowly collapsed because they were left for a long time.

It's far less beautiful than the photo Chen Ting sent to the girl after he finished it.

Lian Jue looked at the cake in front of him that had become no longer fresh in the refrigeration period for such a long time, as if he could see Chen Ting not carefully put it in, looking forward to waiting for him to come back and then open the refrigerator, and gradually disappointed with the long wait.

After Lin Chen left the villa that day, Lian Jue sat alone at the dining table and finished the whole cake.
Chapter completed!