MTL - She Came To My Concert-Chapter 60

There is a song in Ling Chen's first album called "Inaudible Heartbeat".

When Zhu Wenshu heard it for the first time, she felt that Ling Chen was quite literary, which was completely different from what she had imagined.

Now it seems that it is just a man's hypocrisy.

There is no heartbeat that cannot be heard.

His heart was beating so loudly that it was about to burst out of his chest.

Especially now that Zhu Wenshu was lying on his side with his back pressed against his upper body, as if he could feel the beating of his heart.

Of course, Zhu Wenshu himself was not much better.

Ling Chen's breathing was as hot as his body temperature, brushing against Zhu Wenshu's neck irregularly. When he was in a rush, Zhu Wenshu's heart beat faster at the same frequency. When his breath was steady and long, Zhu Wenshu felt as if he was wrapped in a gentle and safe heat, and his whole body was comfortable.

But after repeated several times, Ling Chen didn't do anything else, and Zhu Wenshu couldn't bear it.

If this continues, she won't be able to sleep tonight.

After a while, Zhu Wenshu stared at the window and said in a low voice, "Ling Chen, let's talk for a while."

"Ok."

Ling Chen's voice was low and hoarse, at first he sounded sleepy, but his unsteady breathing betrayed him, "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't know what to say, his head was confused, and he said ignorantly, "What is your dream?"

"..."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly closed her eyes.

What kind of question is this asking, like a spiritual mentor on a variety show.

"I'll just ask."

"My dream,"

He adjusted his posture, hugged Zhu Wenshu more tightly, and said in a daze, "It's not you."

Another heartbeat missed uncontrollably.

Which girl is not happy to hear this.

But happy is happy, Zhu Wenshu still poked him with his elbow.

"Speak well and don't let you coax me."

"I didn't coax you."

Ling Chen opened his eyes, his vision was blocked by Zhu Wenshu's hair, blurred, but the fragrance of body wash on her body lingered strongly on the tip of her nose.

He propped up his upper body with one arm, looked down at Zhu Wenshu, and brushed the hair off her cheek with his hand.

"If it wasn't for you, which factory might I be working in now?"

"Ok?"

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and met Shang Lingchen's gaze in the dark, "What?"

Ling Chen said, "Actually, I thought about dropping out of school after graduating from junior high school. If I didn't go to college, do you think I am working now?"

Zhu Wenshu is a teacher and is very sensitive to the term "dropping out".

She didn't pay attention to Ling Chen's last words, but asked, "Why don't you study?"

"poor."

Ling Chen played with Zhu Wenshu's hair with his fingers, and said calmly, "I want to make money."

it seems to be like this.

Zhu Wenshu knew that his family was not well off before, but he didn't expect to be so poor that he needed to drop out of school.

She felt a little sore in her heart, and reached out to hug Ling Chen's waist.

Thankfully it's different now.

Ling Chen lay down and held Zhu Wenshu in his arms.

"Remember when I said, the first time I saw you was at the bookstore?"

"Ok."

"At that time, I heard you say that you were from No. 1 Middle School," Ling Chen chuckled, "I thought, why don't I report it, maybe I can see beautiful women again. Take a look, just take a look."

"..."

"Then it turns out we're in the same class."

From then on, every morning when he woke up, looking at the impoverished environment at home, and when he was swinging between continuing to study and dropping out of school to work, he thought, take another look.

He bowed his head and smiled: "Am I superficial?"

Ling Chen finished speaking in a few words, but Zhu Wenshu couldn't hear it.

It sounds like a seductive and dizzy story, but between the lines is his blind struggle when he was stuck in the swamp.

Zhu Wenshu knows that she is good-looking, but life is so hopeless that Ling Chen regards a girl who only met once as a life-saving straw.

She wrinkled her nose and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't do anything."

"You don't need to do anything."

Ling Chen ran his fingers through her long hair and stroked her back, "It's already a gift to me that you can show up."

His voice fell, and both of them fell into silence.

Zhu Wenshu has mixed feelings in his heart, on the one hand he feels sorry for Ling Chen's past. Although her family is not considered wealthy, she has never been short of money. It is impossible to imagine what kind of family situation would be reduced to the point where her children need to drop out of school.

She was also terrified that an experience that she never cared about could have such a big impact on Ling Chen.

At the same time, I was also fortunate that she and Ling Chen were able to meet each other.

Even if she and Ling Chen didn't meet again, it would be a blessing if she could lead him on this splendid and prosperous road unintentionally.

"And you?"

Seeing that Zhu Wenshu remained silent, Ling Chen asked her back, "You have asked me so much, tell me about your dream."

"My dreams are ordinary."

She conceived a picture in the dark, "I can always be a teacher, teach and educate people, and many students will come to see me when I get old."

"Gone?"

"Also." Zhu Wenshu said slowly, "I like children very much, and I want to have a cute child."

She paused, then said, "Two, one child is too lonely."

Ling Chen smiled: "Is it that simple?"

"It's not easy." Zhu Wenshu said seriously, "It takes a lot of energy to raise a child, it's not a matter of adding two pairs of chopsticks."

"Think so much."

He propped up his upper body again, put his other hand on Zhu Wenshu's ear, and wrapped her around his body, "Let's take it one step at a time?"

Zhu Wenshu: "Huh?"

Ling Chen looked at her directly: "Have a baby now?"

"?"

Zhu Wenshu was stunned, his brain shut down for two seconds, and then he pushed him in panic.

It's a pity that she doesn't have much strength, and the person supporting her remains motionless.

"Too, too soon."

Zhu Wenshu's palm was still attached to Ling Chen's chest, "Just... give birth to one."

Ling Chen's dark eyes were hidden by the night, Zhu Wenshu couldn't see his eyes clearly, he could only feel his chest rising and falling, and he looked at her wordlessly, as if he was seducing.

The two remained in a stalemate for a long time, when Zhu Wenshu was so hot that he was about to cum.

Ling Chen laughed suddenly, relaxed all over, and when he lay down again, he pulled Zhu Wenshu into his arms.

"Just kidding."

He seemed to be really amused, his shoulders were shaking.

"My worth is so high, I can't just be taken advantage of by you casually."

"..."

Zhu Wenshu gave him a hard hammer this time.

Ling Chen grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "It's very satisfying to hold you like this."

The night is thick, the lights outside the window are in a line, the traffic is endless, and the sound of the whistle from near to far, gradually melts into the sound of breathing in the ears.

Zhu Wenshu lay in Ling Chen's arms, listening to his clear heartbeat, and slowly closed his eyes.

In fact, she is also very satisfied, in this strange city, she has a sufficient sense of security.

On this cold night, Zhu Wenshu slept peacefully because of Ling Chen's arms, so he naturally didn't know what happened on the Internet.

After midnight, the marketing account Entertainment New Bus whetted everyone's appetites, and finally released the intimate video of Ye Shaoxing inside the car.

Although the picture was not clear and the shooting time was late at night, within ten minutes, #叶邵星田又清# went straight to the trending searches and dominated various entertainment topics.

As an idol idol, Ye Shaoxing's popularity this time can be regarded as the highest since his debut.

Fans were shocked and collapsed, passers-by ate melons and watched the show, and fans of the other family fanned the flames, and it was as lively as the Spring Festival Gala.

Many of them expressed disappointment, thinking that they could see the real face of "Student Xiaocan".

The next morning, when Zhu Wenshu woke up, she found that there were a lot of messages on her phone, all of which were gossips from friends who knew about her relationship with Ling Chen.

Zhu Wenshu knew from Ling Chen that it was Ye Shaoxing who was photographed, so she was not shocked. And she doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry herself, so she didn't say much to her friends.

Public opinion on the Internet was raging, but Zhu Wenshu stayed in Licheng for three days.

Ling Xingyan went back to Jiangcheng after lunch that day to deal with his grandparents, and Ling Chen was also busy with work. Zhu Wenshu didn't know anyone here, and she also met Ling Chen. Going home to celebrate the New Year, I still have a few micro-class tasks to do, and I don’t want to go home with my work, so I booked a flight back to Jiangcheng at noon on Friday.

In the past few days, Ling Chen stayed in Zhu Wenshu's room every night, sleeping in his arms every night. The experience was good, but every morning Zhu Wenshu felt a sore neck, and he was embarrassed to say it.

When it came time to return to Jiangcheng, Zhu Wenshu felt that his neck was overwhelmed, so he got up early to pack his luggage.

Ling Chen stood by the bed, watched her put the thermos bottle into the suitcase, and then squatted down to help her close the suitcase.

"There is still more than an hour to go to the airport." Zhu Wenshu said, "Ask the hotel to deliver breakfast?"

Ling Chen nodded habitually, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "You haven't eaten Xiaolongbao from Licheng yet, have you?"

Zhu Wenshu shook his head: "What's wrong?"

"Quite famous."

He zipped up the suitcase, and led Zhu Wenshu to get up, "Go to the airport after eating?"

"Is it far?"

"Not far, near the hotel."

Zhu Wenshu thought it was still early, so he agreed.

The sun is rare in Licheng. Although the temperature has not changed much, at least the whole city is no longer gloomy.

It's a pity that the hotel is located in an industrial area, and there are few people around who have the leisure to come out to bask in the sun.

Ling Chen didn't even wear a mask when he went out, he only wore a baseball cap, and walked slowly while leading Zhu Wenshu.

The distance of more than 600 meters, the two of them just walked for 20 minutes and still haven't arrived.

On the way, Ling Chen suddenly took out his mobile phone to take a look, then raised the hand holding Zhu Wenshu, and took a photo.

After taking pictures, he put his mobile phone in his coat bag and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

"what are you doing?"

Zhu Wenshu asked.

Ling Chen said lazily: "Ling Xingyan is back and asked me where I am."

Zhu Wenshu muttered in a low voice, "Then why are you taking pictures?"

"I can't open this mouth."

Ling Chen tilted his head and smiled, "Tell a bachelor that I'm with my girlfriend."

He squeezed Zhu Wenshu's palm, "Isn't it too much?"

"..."

Taking pictures is not too much, is it?

Zhu Wenshu smiled with his lips bent, and said nothing.

After breakfast, Ling Xingyan called Ling Chen to remind him, and the two didn't stay any longer.

After sending Zhu Wenshu back to the hotel, Ling Chen left a driver for her, and then met Ling Xingyan and went to work.

Today's flight was delayed for more than an hour. When Zhu Wenshu returned home, dusk had already fallen.

The light was not turned on in the living room, and as soon as Zhu Wenshu entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of inferior chicken essence.

She raised her hand to turn on the light, scanned the room, and frowned involuntarily.

There were unfinished takeaways on the table in the restaurant, and a lot of takeaway bags piled up at the door.

The kitchen trash can on the other side was also full, and several instant noodle bags were scattered on the ground.

She subconsciously looked into Ying Fei's room and saw that there was no light in the crack of the door. She knew she was still sleeping, so she sighed, put the suitcase aside and started to clean up the trash.

Although Ying Fei is a nerd, she loves to be clean. She never lets the takeaway food stay at home overnight, and she is also very active in cleaning public areas.

While wiping the table, Zhu Wenshu wondered if she had been sick these days.

But it's not right either.

Sick how to order spicy and greasy food like malatang and fried chicken.

It took almost half an hour to clean up the living room and kitchen, and when Zhu Wenshu dragged his suitcase back to his room, he happened to meet Ying Fei coming out.

She was wearing baggy pajamas and her hair was a mess that looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

His face was even more greasy, and his eyes were covered with thick dark circles, as if he had just escaped from famine.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zhu Wenshu looked her up and down in shock, "Sick?"

"…No."

Ying Fei let out a sigh of relief, stared at Zhu Wenshu twice, then shook her head, "It's the end of the year, and I've been working on the manuscript for a few days day and night."

She still knows Zhu Wenshu well, knowing that she really doesn't understand why she looks like this.

If it had been a few months ago, she might have confided in Zhu Wenshu.

It's a pity that she has now confirmed that Zhu Wenshu is Ling Chen's fan, so naturally she can't say that.

"Oh, don't be like this all the time."

Zhu Wenshu felt relieved and said softly, "I thought something happened to you."

"fine."

Ying Fei buried her head and planned to go to the bathroom. After taking two steps, she remembered something, and turned her head, "I haven't confiscated the garbage yet, so I'll clean it later."

"I've already cleaned it."

Zhu Wenshu said, "You have a good rest."

"Ok."

After entering the bathroom, Ying Fei immersed herself in washing her face with cold water, and leaned feebly on the sink.

On the other side, after Zhu Wenshu returned to the room, he opened the suitcase and took out all the clothes he had worn in the past few days to wash.

She never used a washing machine to wash her intimate clothes, and the weather in Jiangcheng was pretty good these days, so she simply took off all the sheets and quilt covers and threw them into the washing machine.

When she returned to the bathroom in her room and began to wash clothes by hand, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Because it was already a holiday, Zhu Wenshu thought it would not be an urgent matter for the students, so he didn't rush there, wrung out the clothes on hand and put them aside, wiped his hands before going out.

As a result, as soon as I got the mobile phone, the call was naturally hung up because no one answered.

It was Zhong Ya calling.

Zhu Wenshu was about to call her back when Shi Xueer's call popped up again.

"Hey?"

When Zhu Wenshu picked it up, he was still tidying up the desk with his free other hand.

When Shi Xueer heard her voice, she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, "I wish you teacher, I wish you teacher" shouted for a long time, and then said excitedly: "Did you see it?! Oh my god! Ling Chen was really photographed Already! I rely on me! It's this morning!"

Zhu Wenshu's hands froze in the air, staring at the table in a daze.

What, was, photographed?

At this time, Zhong Ya called again.

If Zhu Wenshu was still in a daze just now, she already knew what Shi Xueer was talking about now.

The two called her at the same time, so she and Ling Chen could only be photographed.

Although Zhu Wenshu had expected such a day, she was still caught off guard when it really happened suddenly.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhu Wenshu stammered, "You, wait a minute, I have a friend calling me."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shi Xueer to respond, she answered Zhong Ya's call again.

"Damn it, I wish you a warm book! The stars are rushing to KPI at the end of the year, right?!"

Although Zhong Ya's voice was also excited, it was much calmer than Shi Xueer's.

"Don't you give us melon-eating people time to rest?!"

"so."

Zhu Wenshu said word by word, "Is it me and Lingchen who were photographed?"

"Otherwise it could be me?"

Zhong Ya said, "Look quickly! I already sent you WeChat!"

Zhu Wenshu didn't hang up the phone and opened WeChat directly.

Not only Zhong Ya, but many other friends also sent messages.

She swiped twice to find Zhong Ya's dialog box, clicked to open it, and there were only three photos with the watermark of the forum.

But even so, the man in the photo can be clearly identified as Ling Chen.

Zhu Wenshu is also very familiar with the scene in the photo, that is, this morning, they were holding hands on the way to breakfast.

The bright morning light brought some vitality to the withered and yellow trees on the roadside. Ling Chen tilted his head and looked at the woman beside him. He didn't know what he was talking about, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

And the woman only has a back, looking up at him, her long hair is wrapped in a scarf, and only a few strands of hair are stubbornly raised.

Looking at these photos, Zhu Wenshu's thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

The miraculous thing is that she can still grasp a sliver of consciousness and think—

Could this be considered the first photo of her and Ling Chen?