Red Line Resurrection Chapter 55
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◎Let’s go home.◎
Shen Lingjun has wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he has never been able to find the right time to ask it, and he doesn’t want to listen to Liang Ji’an’s confession. In his world, family affection and love should be distinct, and there will be no intersection between the two.
But Liang Ji’an didn’t say much, he just looked at him steadily and said, “There is no reason.”
This answer is actually more terrifying. Unreasonable love always seems to be mixed with a predetermined sense of destiny, like a red thread that is invisibly fastened and cannot be cut.
Shen Lingjun stopped looking at him, lowered his head and wandered around for a while without looking, and finally placed it on the messy pile of blocks in the corner, “Have you never felt that this is wrong?”
“Right or wrong is just a universal standard. It does not apply to everyone.” Liang Ji’an said: “It should not be included in your consideration.”
Shen Lingjun didn’t agree with his opinion, but was too lazy to argue, and said, “Aren’t you afraid of being gossiped about by others? Your friends, your colleagues, or other partners, they all know that I am your recognized brother, but now we have this relationship.”
“They won’t tell.” Liang Ji’an put his hand in his palm and played with it, slowly rubbing the back of his hand with his fingertips and said leisurely: “If Junjun hears any gossip, you can tell me.”
If Liang Ji’an said no, no one would dare to say it. After all, these people were either afraid of his power or they were not clean themselves, so why bother to offend him for such a quick talk.
During this period of time, hot wars and cold wars have taken turns. Shen Lingjun is now helpless against Liang Ji’an’s logic. He also understands that some people can achieve great things. If they don’t have high IQ, they must have psychological differences from ordinary people. Liang Ji’an is obviously the latter.
He didn’t want to quarrel with him. All the anger and resentment when it came to Liang Ji’an was like a spark falling into water. It went out with a pop after a few crackles. It felt distressing if he tried to fight with him again. He couldn’t give him two slaps every day. Liang Ji’an was not afraid of pain and he was worried about getting calluses on his hands. What’s more, what if he beat Liang Ji’an unconscious?
The problem remains unresolved.
The silence in the office gradually spread like the darkening sky outside. Shen Lingjun curled up his fingers without saying a word and pinched Liang Ji’an’s palm with his nails.
“Junjun.” Liang Ji’an’s breath fell on his ear, “You like to ask why so much.”
“But a lot of the questions actually have no answers.”
There was a hint of obvious confusion in his tone, “If I appeared next to you as Luo Mingyuan, would you like me?”
“Haven’t you always wanted to know what it feels like to be in love? Since you are willing to try it with others, why don’t you want to try it with me?”
Shen Lingjun didn’t listen to a word of what Liang Jian said later. He fell into a weird silence. Maybe he knew the answer to that question, but that couldn’t be his answer.
After a long time, Shen Lingjun suddenly turned around and buried herself in his arms, saying dullly: “Brother, it’s getting dark, let’s go home.”
He seemed to suddenly accept the fact that Liang Ji’an would not let go easily, or he just gave in briefly. In short, he no longer resisted Liang Ji’an hugging him. On Sunday, Liang Ji’an worked from home, and Shen Lingjun was still with him in the study. This place had a deep shadow for him, and his butt unconsciously hurt as soon as he came in. Now there is another layer on top of this shadow.
“Am I not heavy?” Shen Lingjun rested his chin on Liang Ji’an’s shoulder and said angrily: “You hugged me for a long time, don’t you feel tired?”
Liang Jian smoothed his back and said, “It’s not heavy.”
The chairs in the study seemed to have been changed, and the gap under the armrests on both sides had obviously become wider, wide enough for Shen Lingjun to stretch out his legs. Sometimes Liang Ji’an would hold him in his arms like a baby. Shen Lingjun once suspected that he was not working seriously at all, because this was not a very convenient position, but every time he looked quietly, Liang Ji’an was indeed reading reports or information, and some numbers were vaguely reflected on the lenses.
Shen Lingjun held the phone and played Snake for a while in boredom. The huge snake circled the screen two or three times, and was finally frightened to death by the sudden knock on the door.
He Wen came over to deliver afternoon tea and said by the way: “Mr. Ruan is here. He is in the living room downstairs.”
Shen Lingjun jumped up from Liang Ji’an, as if he was afraid of being caught or finding out something was wrong between him and Liang Ji’an. Liang Ji’an put an arm around his waist and pressed him back against him. He said to He Wen outside the door: “Ask him to come to me in the study.”
Shen Lingjun’s eyes were filled with disbelief, and he gritted his teeth and said, “What are you going to do?”
Liang Jian’s eyes slightly curved behind his lenses, “Why do you want to run?”
He asked knowingly, but Shen Lingjun didn’t bother to pay attention to him. He just put his hands on his chest to push him away, but the effect was the same as a cricket shaking a tree. In the end, his face turned red and he had to lower his head and said: “Let me go.”
He couldn’t go head-to-head with Liang Ji’an, a lunatic.
Liang Ji’an had no intention of letting him leave, but Shen Lingjun vaguely heard the footsteps approaching outside the door, almost like a bell that was about to pronounce his guilt. He hurriedly lowered his head and took a bite on Liang Ji’an’s chin, and took advantage of his dazed moment to crawl out of the chair.
Ruan Jichuan’s knock on the door sounded at the right time.
Shen Lingjun fumbled for a book from the bookshelf next to him and leaned on the study table that Liang Jian had prepared for him before but had not been used in eight hundred years with his back to the door.
Liang Ji’an rubbed his chin with his fingertips. Shen Lingjun had four tiger teeth up and down. When he bit him, he used one side. After the pain passed, it quickly faded into red marks without bleeding and became a little swollen.
He chuckled and said, “Come in.”
Ruan Jichuan strolled in and opened the door, bringing with him the exclusive afternoon tea given by He Wen. “My old lady will be celebrating her 60th or 80th birthday next month. I’ll come over and send you an invitation…”
While sipping the drink, he handed over the thing in his hand. When he saw the mark on Liang Ji’an’s chin, he changed what he was going to say and raised his eyebrows gossipingly: “What’s wrong with your face, Ji’an? Is it a mosquito bite?”
He didn’t expect Liang Ji’an to respond, so he walked to Shen Lingjun again and said, “This invitation is for you. It’s more advanced than your brother’s.”
Shen Lingjun raised his head from the book and responded casually.
Ruan Jichuan touched his hair and said, “This length can be braided. It must be very cute.” He is a person who can’t take time off, both his mouth and eyes. He looked at the book in Shen Lingjun’s hand and burst into laughter, “Feynman Lectures on Physics? Lingjun, are you planning to change your major?”
Shen Lingjun’s face suddenly turned red. He pretended to be very busy and opened the invitation, looked at it, and said, “No… I just want to take a look.”
Liang Ji’an also came over, “I’ll just send you an invitation next time.”
The two of them stood by the desk, one on the left and the other on the right. Shen Lingjun had to bury his face back in the book. He was frightened and always thought that Ruan Jichuan had noticed something was wrong.
Liang Ji’an belatedly answered Ruan Jichuan’s question and said lightly: “There are no mosquitoes. I was just scratched by a cat accidentally.”
[The author has something to say]
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This chapter was updated last Sunday.