Suo Qingjun Chapter 93

eyes change

Life gradually stabilized, and Lin Xingmian returned to school.

He had missed a lot of homework, so Chu Jiyan would find a quiet place to help him make up lessons whenever he had free time. There was no extra politeness, he just explained the knowledge points quietly, sorted out the key points, and wrote every stroke carefully.

Chu Jiyan never asked him much about what he had experienced before. Only when he occasionally wandered off in a daze, he gently knocked on the table and whispered: “Don’t think too much, I’m here.”

At that time, his eyes were still very clean, filled with pure worry and care. Lin Xingmian felt at ease and worked hard to learn, not wanting to live up to this feeling.

Qing Fengan, Jin Xianling, Xu Baiyan, and Song Xu also have their own things to be busy with. They won’t accompany him to and from class every day, but they will always appear as soon as possible when he needs him.Someone helped him stabilize his life, someone took care of the remaining minor troubles for him, and someone sat with him for a while when he was stressed, not talking much, but reassuring enough.

Lin Xingmian was already smart, and once he settled down, he made rapid progress.

With a little guidance from Chu Jiyan, he quickly caught up with the progress, and his grades were stable and at the top. His timidity and nervousness gradually faded away, and he became calm, quiet, and confident.

Several years flew by.

He graduated successfully and relied on his own ability to work hard step by step. From being cautious at the beginning, to taking charge of his own business, he gradually established a foothold in the industry and truly achieved success.

He took good care of his mother and lived a stable and decent life. He no longer had to worry about money, no longer had to look at other people’s faces, and no longer had to push himself into desperation.

And Chu Jiyan is always there.

From campus to society, from youth to maturity, he always stood where Lin Xingmian could see him whenever he turned around.

But as time went on, Lin Xingmian gradually discovered that the way Chu Jiyan looked at him was different from before.

It is no longer just a matter of seniors caring for their juniors.

The gaze became very deep and heavy, with restraint wrapped in gentleness, and nostalgia hidden in silence. Sometimes when I looked at him, I would be slightly absent-minded, as if I was looking at something very important, but I didn’t dare to touch it easily.

Deep, soft, careful, and a little caring that even he can’t hide.

Lin Xingmian would occasionally raise his head and meet those eyes, and his heart would pause slightly.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s just that both of them understand it tacitly.

Chu Jiyan never spoke, never confessed, never approached, never forced.

He was still like before, not disturbing Lin Xingmian when he was busy, showing up when he needed him, remembering all his little habits, understanding all his unspoken emotions, but hiding his increasingly deep thoughts deep in his eyes, never crossing the line.

It was enough for him to watch Lin Xingmian come out of the darkness, to watch him shine a little bit, to watch him be stable, excellent and bright.

Being able to stay quietly like this is enough for him.

Lin Xingmian didn’t say anything, didn’t respond, and didn’t distance himself.

He cherishes this companionship from childhood to maturity, and is grateful that this person did not leave when he was in the most embarrassing situation, and still stayed by his side after he got better.

He understood the unspoken thoughts and took them to heart, but the two of them had a tacit understanding to maintain the stability of the moment.

Qing Feng’an and the others saw it in their eyes and never said anything. They just looked at each other and smiled occasionally, each understanding.

Lin Xingmian’s life has gone from quagmire to light, and there are always people around him who treat him sincerely. This is the best ending.

When the night is gentle, the two of them occasionally sit together and say nothing.

Chu Jiyan looked at Lin Xingmian with still deep eyes, hiding his unspoken thoughts, but he only said softly: “You are fine now.”

Lin Xingmian looked up and smiled softly.

There is no need to say what is left unsaid.

If it’s not specified, you don’t need to pick it.

Lin Xingmian’s career is getting smoother and smoother, and as he grows older, he becomes more upright and handsome.

The youthfulness and inferiority complex in the bones have faded away

My mother’s body is in excellent health and her spirit is strong. The family lives neatly in a large, spacious and bright house, and the smoke and fire atmosphere is unbelievably warm.

Qing Feng’an and several others have also developed very well. Some have become industry giants, while others are guarding their own world. But Chu Jiyan is always like a gentle river, surrounding every corner of Lin Xingmian’s life.

He did not rush to climb up, but walked steadily where Lin Xingmian could see him.

Lin Xingmian works overtime until late at night, and his car always appears on time downstairs at the company, and there is always a cup of hot milk at the right temperature on the passenger seat.

Lin Xingmian’s project was frustrated and he was in a low mood. He didn’t ask any questions and just sat with him silently for a while. When he calmed down, he said softly: “It doesn’t matter. I’ll start all over again in the worst case. I’ll take care of you.”

He had said this sentence for many years, and his tone became deeper and deeper every time.

Every time Lin Xingmian heard this, his heart would tremble, and he would turn to look at him, only to see a gentle and normal smiling face, but there was a turmoil that Lin Xingmian couldn’t understand hidden in his eyes.

Later, there was a company dinner or a gathering of old friends, and everyone got tipsy.

During the banquet, people booed and asked Chu Jiyan: “What do you think about our family Xingmian? For so many years, you have guarded it tighter than anyone else.”

Chu Jiyan raised his glass and his eyes fell lightly on Lin Xingmian. His eyes were as deep as a sea that could not catch the light.

He smiled softly and said only four words:

“Protect him for the rest of his life.”

There is no confession, no commitment, but it is heavier than any love words.

Lin Xingmian sat aside, her fingertips paused slightly, and she raised her head and looked into his calm eyes.

There is no youthfulness in it, only the cautious and extremely firm affection that has accumulated over the years.

After that night, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have changed, but it seemed as if nothing had changed.

Chu Jiyan still didn’t step out of the way, and still stayed with him as a friend, but the thing in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Lin Xingmian no longer deliberately avoided it.

He would personally cook soup for Chu Jiyan when he was sick; he would choose the most suitable gift for Chu Jiyan on his birthday; he would naturally give him half of his coat when they were walking side by side in the evening breeze.

There was no explicit agreement between them, but there was a tacit understanding that no one else could interfere with.

This kind of tacit understanding is called understanding.

I understand the hardships he faced back then, I understand how dazzling he is now, I understand what is on his mind that he dare not express, and I also understand the corner of his heart that has never been given to anyone else.

One New Year’s Eve, thousands of houses were lit with lights.

A few people gathered together for New Year’s Eve dinner. Xu Baiyan drank too much, put his arms around Song Xu’s neck, and said drunkenly: “I said, you two…are you really going to keep pretending like this?”

Qing Feng’an took a dumpling to Jin Xianling and glanced at Xu Baiyan lightly: “Sleep if you drink too much. Don’t talk nonsense.”

Song Xu leaned on the back of his chair, raised his eyes, and glanced at Lin Xingmian and Chu Jiyan who were sitting opposite. A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes: “It’s good that they are like this.”

Lin Xingmian’s hand holding the wine glass paused, then turned to look at Chu Jiyan.

Chu Jiyan happened to look over, and their eyes met.

At that moment, the air seemed to become quiet.

Chu Jiyan’s eyes were very deep, looking at him solemnly, filled with years of companionship, restraint, affection, and the certainty that “as long as you look back, I will always be here.”

Lin Xingmian met his gaze and slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

He said nothing.

Chu Jiyan didn’t say anything either.

But Lin Xingmian knew it very well.

In this life, he probably won’t be able to escape, and he doesn’t want to.

In the years that followed, Lin Xingmian’s career flourished and he became a benchmark figure in the industry, truly achieving success and fame.

And Chu Jiyan is always there.

He watched Lin Xingmian climb up from the mud and watched him grow into a towering tree.

He looked at Lin Xingmian with light in his eyes, love in his heart, and a path under his feet.

He always stood by, neither far nor near, impartial.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, the two of them would sit on the terrace and enjoy the evening breeze.

Chu Jiyan would look at him silently, not speaking, but the light in his eyes was so gentle.

Lin Xingmian would turn to him and ask: “Senior, do you regret it?”

Chu Jiyan always shook his head, chuckled softly but firmly:

“Meeting you is the thing I least regret in my life.

“As long as your life is safe, smooth and bright, it doesn’t matter where I stand.”

Lin Xingmian was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder gently.

There was no hug, no intimate gesture, just this one gesture, which contained several years of deep affection and understanding.

Lin Xingmian turned to look at him, with a gentle smile in her eyes.

Chu Jiyan took a deep look at him and spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse but very steady:

“Xing Mian, thank you for your hard work.”

Lin Xingmian smiled softly, his eyebrows stretched, and his eyes were clear and peaceful after half a lifetime.

He whispered back:

“It’s not hard, it’s great to have you here.”

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