She Came To My Concert

When he went upstairs wet, he saw his father sitting at the door, talking to someone.

The corridors of the old house were poorly lit, and the voice-activated lights had been broken for many years. Chen couldn't see people clearly. He only heard his father's voice, so he yelled "Dad" while walking.

The middle-aged man let out an "hey", and immediately, Ling Chen turned around the corner of the stairs and saw Yin Yueze standing beside his father.

His hair and shoulders were wet, and he also looked like he had been caught in the rain.

At that moment, Ling Chen's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he could no longer move.

And Yin Yueze looked over with his head down, his eyes full of shock.

"He is..." He glanced at the man sitting next to him on the ground again, "Your father?"

After a long time, the word "um" came out of Ling Chen's throat.

Then he didn't speak any more, stepped forward under Yin Yueze's complicated eyes, and squatted down in front of his father.

The knee did hurt, and there was a pile of blood-stained tissues on the ground.

Know who helped without asking.

Ling Chen said without raising his head, "Thank you."

"……You're welcome."

Yin Yueze stood aside, watched Ling Chen clean up the tissues on the ground, and then said, "I passed by, and when I saw my uncle was injured, I sent him back. He didn't bring the key, so I'll wait here with him."

Ling Chen buried his head and kneaded the paper towel into balls, and after a while, he still only let out a "huh".

After picking up things, he didn't know what to do.

I really don't want to open the door and let Yin Yueze see his home.

But at this time, Yin Yueze said, "Can I borrow a towel to wipe my hair? I've run out of tissues."

Ling Chen's hand clenched and loosened, only in an instant.

Yin Yueze had an umbrella in his hand, and it was obvious that he got wet because he shared it with his father.

Immediately Ling Chen got up and opened the door without making a sound.

The room is very small, and it was separated by the landlord in order to make more money. There is only one common room. There is a bed on the left side of the entrance, and a dining table on the right side. You can eat, drink, and eat here, and you can see everything at a glance.

But Yin Yueze followed him into the house and didn't look around, or even took a few steps, but just stood at the door.

It was also because the room was small, just as he took out his phone, Ling Chen came over with a clean towel.

Yin Yueze wiped his hair, then wiped the back of his neck.

Turning his head for a moment, he caught a glimpse of an old-looking guitar beside the table.

"Can you play the guitar?"

Ling Chen said in a deep voice, "The neighbor's."

"oh."

Yin Yueze wiped his arm again, and returned the towel to Ling Chen, "Then I'll go first."

Ling Chen nodded, took the towel to dry.

At this time, the father who was sitting aside after entering the room suddenly got up and opened the drawer of the cabinet next to Yin Yueze.

"I'll give you candy."

This cabinet was about the same age as Ling Chen, and when it was opened, it smelled of rotten wood.

Yin Yueze said no, but Lingchen's father searched in the drawer as if he didn't hear him.

"Oh, let me help you find it."

As soon as Yin Yueze finished speaking, before he stretched out his hand, Ling Chen's father took out a piece of drawing paper.

He stared intently.

Ling Chen didn't know if Yin Yueze saw it clearly. When he turned his head and saw this scene, he almost rushed over and took out his father's hand, and closed the drawer.

With a "bang", Yin Yueze and his father were stunned.

In the dim room, Ling Chen felt as if his whole body was being frozen, and the surrounding air suddenly gained weight, pressing heavily on him.

After a long silence, Yin Yueze didn't ask much, and said, "I'm going back, take good care of your father."

After that, Ling Chen was in a state of anxiety throughout the summer vacation.

He wasn't sure if Yin Yueze recognized the person in the painting as Zhu Wenshu, and he didn't know if he would tell others about his family.

But after school started, Yin Yueze's attitude towards Ling Chen didn't change a bit, and he didn't mention what happened that day.

As if nothing had happened, Ling Chen was also relieved.

It wasn't until after a physical education class for more than a year that Yin Yueze and a few boys came back from playing basketball and squeezed into the back row of the classroom to change clothes.

They mentioned that today Zhu Wenshu was stopped by a boy in the third year of high school asking for his phone number, and someone laughed and said, "Yin Yueze, you have so many rivals in love."

Ling Chen, who was sitting aside, saw Yin Yueze glance at him.

A very light glance, even expressionless.

"got used to."

He responded lightly, but shook his head with a smile, as if to say - I didn't take these rivals in my eyes at all.

Thinking of this now, Ling Chen only feels that he was mediocre and guilty at the time.

Even if Yin Yueze knew, so what, he would not regard himself as a threat at all.

But many years have passed, things have changed, and Zhu Wenshu has really become the girlfriend of the rival in love that he didn't pay attention to at the beginning.

It's hard to say whether he will think too much about it.

"Forget it, let him think what he wants."

Ling Chen straightened up and took two steps, and found a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, "If I had contacted you when I became famous, maybe I would really be a mistress."

"Speak well, talk to a people's teacher about whether you are a junior or not."

Zhu Wenshu punched his back, "Besides, we broke up when you became famous, and you have no chance to be a mistress."

"..."

Ling Chen still stretched out his hand in the refrigerator, and he was stunned for a moment before turning around, "Didn't you say that you broke up only in your junior year?"