An Xia's paintings

Chapter 13

Lin Anxia found helplessly that he might suffer from insomnia again today.

Based on what he has known about himself over the years, if he has not fallen asleep after lying in bed for more than 10 minutes, then tonight must be another sleepless night.

In the past few days, Lin Anxia was very tired due to reviewing the drafts, so she went to bed at 11 o'clock.But now it was almost midnight, and Lin Anxia hadn't fallen asleep yet.

The strange thing is that tonight, Lin Anxia's mind was not as confused as before. He was only thinking about one thing, which was the painting and the boy in the painting.

"What's the relationship between that person and Mr. Qin?" Lin Anxia turned over and muttered to the blackened ceiling.

After a while, Lin Anxia sat up abruptly from the bed, shook her head, trying to stop herself from thinking about issues that had nothing to do with her.

However, he seems to have failed.Lin Anxia seemed to have compromised, got up and left the room.

As soon as she opened the door, Lin Anxia saw Xue Song lying on the door, heard his movements, and hurriedly looked up at him.

Lin Anxia smiled reassuringly: "I'm fine, Xue Song, although I can't sleep, it's nothing important today."

After speaking, he led Xuesong downstairs, and he found that Qin Ruihe hadn't come back yet.

"Mr. Qin hasn't gone to work for so long, so he probably will work overtime until very late. I don't know if the person who called him yesterday is the one in the painting. After all, Mr. Qin seems to have a good relationship with him."

Lin Anxia came to the kitchen and began to search for something, still talking to Xuesong.

"Who is the boy in the painting has nothing to do with me. I should drink a glass of milk now and then go back to sleep. I am already very tired. If I can't fall asleep, it will be worse."

But after rummaging through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, Lin Anxia couldn't find any milk, and then he opened the refrigerator.

Sure enough, there was still a bottle of wine in the refrigerator.

Lin Anxia licked her mouth: "Speaking of which, I have never drank alcohol. I heard that people who have drank alcohol can sleep well at night. But my father never let me drink alcohol. I am already 20 years old. Probably nothing at all."

In order to reduce the guilt in her heart, Lin Anxia turned her head and asked Xuesong for advice: "Xuesong, you are right."

cedar:"........."

Lin Anxia turned her head and said to herself, "I knew you wouldn't object. If I don't drink too much, I'll just have a drink."

Then, Lin Anxia took out a goblet and poured himself a bottle of whiskey.

.........

When Qin Ruihe finally finished dealing with the affairs accumulated during this period, and dragged his tired body back home, he saw Lin Anxia, ​​who was drunk on the sofa and unconscious, lying on the side calmly, From time to time, I arch Lin Anxia's cedar with my nose.

"........."

Qin Ruihe picked up the goblet on the table, sniffed it under his nose, his eyelids twitched.

It was a 40-degree whiskey. Although it was not a strong drink, it had a slight fruity taste and a very smooth taste.But this kind of alcohol has a great aftertaste, especially for people with a poor capacity for alcohol...

Qin Ruihe silently glanced at Lin Anxia who was already unconscious, knelt down, poked his little flushed face, and asked, "How much did you drink?"

Xue Song on the side snorted, Qin Ruihe turned his head: "You don't need to say that I guessed it, I guess I just drank that one cup. This little painter seems to be a light drinker, although he seems to be a good drinker look."

Qin Ruihe sighed, and hugged Lin Anxia as if resigned to his fate.

"Xue Song, just sleep well, and I will move your An Xia back to the room."

As he spoke, Qin Rui frowned and shook the weight on his hands. Although the little painter looked thin, he had a lot of flesh on his body.

Qin Ruihe put Lin Anxia back in his room, and was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly remembering what Zhao Yanghao said to him in the company this morning, he stopped walking.

Qin Ruihe sat back on the side of the bed, looked at Lin Anxia's still powdery face, endured it again and again, bent down, and lightly pecked him on the cheek.

"Maybe I really like you a little bit, but is it possible for us to continue to develop? From the beginning to the end, we are more like people from two worlds, aren't we?"

With thoughts that even he himself felt ambiguous, Qin Ruihe still talked to himself in front of the sleeping Lin Anxia for a long time.

Feeling that he had complained enough, Qin Ruihe thoughtfully went downstairs and cooked Lin Anxia a bowl of hangover soup.

It was not an ordinary hangover soup, but a special hangover soup made by Mrs. Li who took care of Qin Rui and his diet when he was still living in the old house. The effect of hangover was indeed first-class.

After coming out to work, it is inevitable to drink and socialize. For the sake of his own health, Qin Ruihe has also learned the recipe of this hangover soup by ten percent. He often cooks a big pot and puts it in the refrigerator for emergencies.

Qin Ruihe looked at the bubbles rising from the pot, picked up a small spoon on the side, took a spoonful and tasted it, it seemed that the taste was okay.

After doing all this, Qin Ruihe habitually laughed at himself: "I really look more and more like an old lady."

Qin Ruihe went upstairs with the hangover soup, and with inexplicable thoughts, he scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Lin Anxia's mouth.

Maybe it's because of thirst, Lin Anxia, ​​who is obviously still not clear, is pecking happily, Qin Ruihe feels a little disappointed in his heart, but the appearance of Lin Anxia closing his eyes, pecking at the spoon, is very cute , Qin Ruihe found it interesting again.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls... Soon, Lin Anxia drank all the hangover soup that Qin Ruihe cooked himself. Looking at the empty bowl in his hand, Qin Ruihe squeezed Lin Anxia's cheek not reconciled .

Said resentfully: "Drink so much water, don't wet the bed at night."

After finishing speaking, he left Lin Anxia's bedroom with the bowl in his hand.

And all of this, as one of the protagonists, Lin Anxia didn't know about it.

I don't know if he was really worried that Lin Anxia would feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night if he drank too much water. Qin Ruihe, who never got up at night, miraculously fell asleep in the middle of it today and went to the bathroom.

I thought to myself, since I got up, I should go and see how Lin Anxia is doing.Leaving aside the liking for him in his heart, the guest is drunk in his own home, and as the host, he has the responsibility to take care of him.

Qin Ruihe, who was constantly persuading himself in his heart, walked towards the other end of the corridor unswervingly.From a distance, he saw the cedar walking anxiously at the door of Lin Anxia's room.

Qin Rui patted Xue Song's head for some unknown reason: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Xue Song didn't pay attention to Qin Ruihe, and just kept trying to sneak into the crack of the door, as if he wanted to get in.

Qin Ruihe's heart sank, and he hurriedly opened the door of Lin Anxia's room, only to hear sobbing from under the quilt.

Qin Rui and a big stride to Lin Anxia's bed, lifted his quilt, and found that Lin Anxia, ​​who was sleeping peacefully, was hugging himself at this moment, huddled into a ball and weeping uncontrollably, his expression was very distorted, his hands clasped tightly He squeezed his left and right arms so tightly that he seemed to be pinching blood.

Lin Anxia seemed to be enduring great pain.

Qin Ruihe was anxious: "Mr. Lin? An Xia! What's wrong with you? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Qin Ruihe held Lin Anxia in his arms, patted him on the back with one hand, and clenched his fingers tightly with the other. In order to calm Lin Anxia's emotions, he coaxed: "Okay, okay, It's okay, I'm here, I'm here."

Following Xue Song who ran into the door anxiously, he quickly jumped onto the bed, saw Lin Anxia's painful expression, and made a whining sound, as if his heart ached.

Afterwards, Xuesong put his head in Lin Anxia's arms to let him feel his own warmth. In order to stabilize Lin Anxia's mood, Lin Anxia kept licking and kissing his cheeks with his tongue. After a while, Lin Anxia's mood gradually stabilized.

Qin Ruihe found that Lin Anxia didn't wake up, he just seemed to have a nightmare.

"Does he often have nightmares?" Qin Ruihe asked Xuesong.

Of course, Xue Song couldn't answer him, but still lay in Lin Anxia's arms, licking and kissing his cheek with his wet and hot tongue.

Seeing Lin Anxia gradually stabilized, Qin Ruihe planned to put him back on the bed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lin Anxia touched the mattress, she raised her hand tightly and grabbed Qin Ruihe's collar, muttering to herself: "Dad, Dad, don't go."

Qin Ruihe pondered, could it be that he missed his father?Although he always felt that something was wrong, Qin Ruihe didn't think deeply about it.Since Lin Anxia didn't want to leave him, he was happy to sleep with Lin Anxia all night.

Qin Ruihe turned his head and patted Xuesong's head comfortingly: "Go! Go to my room, we will sleep with him today, and he won't have nightmares."

Qin Ruihe lay down on his bed with Lin Anxia in his arms, while Xuesong lay quietly on the side.

Qin Ruihe patted Lin Anxia on the back, coaxing softly: "It's okay, it's okay Anxia."

As if feeling the warmth, Lin Anxia found a comfortable position in Qin Ruihe's arms and rubbed against each other, then fell into darkness again.

Qin Ruihe stared straight at the ceiling with his eyes open, unable to calm down.

Lying in his arms was someone he had already thought about.Even though he knew that there was no possibility for the two of them, Qin Ruihe still couldn't help but waver in his heart.

Qin Ruihe knew that he would not be a good lover. The failed love made Qin Ruihe more or less understand his flaws in dealing with relationship issues.

He has the most calm and rational mind in the world. Whether it is dealing with family or career, he can use his own mind to analyze the pros and cons, calculate the pros and cons, and then make the best choice for himself.

But in fact, the most important thing in love is reason.

Even if Qin Ruihe knew in his heart that he liked Lin Anxia, ​​this kind of liking might be much more than he estimated.After all, after meeting Lin Anxia, ​​he almost did stupid things that he would never have done with his cognition before.

But how long this love will last, he is not sure.

Lin Anxia is an emotionally sensitive person with delicate nerves. Qin Ruihe discovered very early on that Lin Anxia could not afford to be hurt. If he wanted to love for a while, but in the end he couldn't end the relationship well, causing harm to Lin Anxia.Qin Ruihe thought that he would never forgive himself.

Emotion is an uncertain factor, and it is often not something that can be controlled by humans.Anyone can play this unknown game with him, but only Lin Anxia can't.

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