let me smell the pheromones

Chapter 23

Since then, Lin Pei has ignored Song Xun again.

Song Xun spent a silent weekend, and when he went to school on Monday, he found that Lin Pei's desk was empty, still maintaining the appearance of Friday.

He went to ask Lanming, and Lanming said that Lin Pei was not feeling well after the physical examination, so he asked for leave, and the return date has not yet been set.

He has good grades and strong learning ability. Even if he studies by himself, he can get good grades. Therefore, the teacher is not worried about his absence from work, but more worried that he will study too hard and his body will collapse.

"His father seems to be away on a business trip for half a month, and there is no relative at home to take care of him." Lan Ming took off his glasses, rubbed the Qingming acupoint, and murmured, "If you are free, help me visit... ...If you don't want to, ask your mother to call every now and then to take care of him, after all, he is an omega, even if he has an aunt at home, he can't cover everything."

His voice was very soft, more like speaking to himself.

Song Xun had never agreed with him on Lin Pei's matter, and Lan Ming didn't expect him to be kind enough to take care of his neighbors, so the few words just now were just random words, let Song Xun pass on to Wen Joe, it would be more convenient for him to make a phone call.

However, to his surprise, Song Xun didn't struggle or hesitate much, and nodded in agreement, "Got it."

Seeing that Lan Ming was stunned for a long time, but he didn't react for a long time.

What's happening here?

Is the sun coming up from the west?

Song Xun closed the office door and leaned against the marble railing in the corridor.

There are very few people coming and going in the teacher's office building. Most of the teachers are either writing lesson plans and revising homework in the office, or are already standing in the classroom for the next class, so the surroundings are extremely quiet, except for the humming sound when the draft blows through.

Song Xun stood for a while, and sent Wen Qiao a few text messages after a while.

[Mom, is Uncle Lin on a business trip? ]

[Lanming said that Lin Pei took several days off. Last Friday he hurt his leg due to a physical test, and he didn't know when he would be able to return to school. He asked you to help me these two days. ]

Song Xun took a look at the content that had already been sent, and felt it was weird, so he added another one.

[I have something to do these days, so I'll be back later, don't wait for me, you two should eat and sleep. ]

After sending the text message, he looked at the above content for a long time, his thumb hung on the undo button for a long time, and he couldn't press it until the 2-minute validity period expired.

How ridiculous.

……

"Lin Pei, don't forget that your estrus is coming soon."

"You can't run 3000 meters, can he take care of you?"

Last night, Lin Pei's face was turned blue and pale by the wind, even the moisture on his lips was dried, leaving only a few shallow lines.

His body was shaking unbearably. Song Xun clearly saw his movements, but he still slapped him hard.The scorching pain was transmitted to the nerves of his brain, and he tilted his head, but his expression was hatefully stubborn.

Even he himself couldn't figure out what he was thinking at that time.

Not to mention Lin Pei.

He was like an enraged lion cub, with his fists clinging tightly to his side.The wind blew the contours of his body thinner and thinner, as if he was about to fall in the next second, but time and the wind waited for a long, long time, and he still stood there firmly, like a wordless confrontation.

Stubborn and pitiful.

For...you...ask me...Zhou Chengsen...want to...

He heard a lot of intermittent words, which were passed from Lin Pei's mind to his ears. Sometimes he could hear this word clearly, but more often it was several voices stacked together, some sharp, some angry, A little pale, mixed with fear and panic.Every different vocabulary is stacked together, and even the intonation becomes extraordinarily complicated.

Can't hear a word.

He took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his throat, and his sluggish brain finally became awake and functioning.

"I……"

Song Xun opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but the expression on Lin Pei's face shocked him deeply.

He frowned slightly, the corners of his eyes were red, and his eyes were sharp and cold.

Anger with anger, shame with shame—or shame with shame, perhaps more aptly.

Lin Pei has always been like this.

He is proud and noble, standing thousands of meters above the sky overlooking everyone, even if he is terribly frozen, he would rather strike a match on the clouds than step into the mundane world.

What a ridiculous and pitiful dignity.

Is he annoyed at being offended by the opposite sex?Or is the programmed object Zhou Chengsen who is gentle, reliable, mature and polite?Or is it……

Or what?

Song Xun's mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.

He hoped that Lin Pei could write the answer and pass it through the secret one-way entrance that only he knew, just like they did before, but Lin Pei didn't say anything.

He bit his lips till they lost all color, and finally just looked at him indifferently with that complicated gaze, threw the two cups of milk tea in his hands into the trash can, and then left without looking back.

Since that Friday, Song Xun has not been able to contact Lin Pei again.

Didn't see him either.

He sent text messages and WeChat messages, but they all reminded him that he had been blocked and not delivered, and no one answered the landline. When he dialed again, it turned into a familiar busy tone.

Only then did Song Xun clearly realize that Lin Pei was much more decisive than he had imagined.

But why?

He didn't intend to ridicule Lin Pei's poor vision and chose Zhou Chengsen, but when he said it, he had already become like this, and it was irreversible.

He didn't know why Lin Pei was angry, and likewise, he didn't know what the subtext of what he said at that time was.

……never mind.

Song Xun admitted that what he said was really offensive, but he secretly thought that Zhou Chengsen was really not suitable for Lin Pei.It's okay if two people fall in love, but if it's a serious sign or marriage, then forget it.

He put the phone back into his pocket, and decided to put this matter aside for now, and let it go if he couldn't figure it out. When Lin Pei is in better health and most of his anger is gone, he will have a good chat with him. Better timing.

·

When Wen Qiao received his son's text message, he was picking his feet and watching a long-running dog blood TV series. There was a small casserole stewed in the kitchen, and the smell of silky chicken escaped from the air vent and wafted everywhere.

She casually clicked on WeChat, glanced at it at first, her eyebrows gradually furrowed, she slowly straightened up and read it several times.

Song Jinghua was peeling chestnuts for her, when he saw her expression, he immediately stopped and became more serious, "What's wrong?"

"My son sent me a text message just now... I always feel that something is wrong."

Wen Qiao couldn't explain clearly either, so she simply handed him the phone to read.

Song Jinghua saw it and heaved a sigh of relief, "I thought something happened. Isn't this normal? Don't you expect him to take care of Xiao Pei himself? That's too unrealistic, I think, he can still know It would be nice to text you."

"It's because he sent me a text message that I think it's wrong." Wen Qiao retorted him, "He can't do it, but he is not the kind of character who would flirt with someone he doesn't like... You see, he didn't like it before. I like Xiao Pei, how indifferent is he to others? He doesn't even say hello when he walks on the road, do you think he can entrust me to take care of Xiao Pei? He hopes that the more distant we are from Xiao Pei, the better, so that we can have a good time Quickly reject their marriage."

"Then..." Lin Chengxuan said nonchalantly, "If you make a phone call and ask, will everything be clear?"

"I don't." Wen Qiao rolled his eyes and muttered, "I swore before that I would not interfere in their affairs... He doesn't listen to me. I don't care about this kid when he's grown up. Stop him."

"He listens to you most."

Song Jinghua touched his wife's temples and said in a low voice, "He knows he loves you, and he has restrained himself a lot in the past two years. Have you forgotten what kind of temper he used to be?"

"You have to be considerate of the child." He sighed, "He has changed a lot in the past two years."

When this matter was mentioned, Wen Qiao's expression darkened instantly.

She was silent for a long time, and sighed uneasily, "I couldn't get out. You know, since his car accident, I've been worried every day..."

In the middle of speaking, Wen Qiao stopped.

For them, this is not a good memory.

Wen Qiao wiped her face, then stood up suddenly to change clothes.

Song Jinghua asked her where she was going, and Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Go and see Xiao Pei... Even if there is no relationship like our son, if he is sick, I will go and see him."

·

When Wen Qiao arrived at Lin's house, it was her aunt who opened the door.

Every day when she went out, she looked down and didn't see her. Wen Qiao was more familiar with her than the hostess and hostess of this house. The two exchanged a few words and inevitably asked about Lin Pei's situation.

"The doctor came to see it, and said it's nothing serious, just a muscle strain, just put on plaster for a few days and take a good rest." The aunt pointed to a certain piece of the ceiling, "He's resting in the bedroom, he probably hasn't slept yet, Go see him."

"This kid is usually alone at home, so he can only talk to my old aunt." The aunt smiled, "He must be very happy when you come to see him."

Lin Pei's bedroom is at the corner of the second floor.

Wen Qiao walked up the steps slowly on the soft carpet, and saw Lin Pei as soon as she opened the door.

He was lying on the bed with his eyes half closed, he seemed a little sleepy, the thin quilt was covered all the way around his neck, he looked cold and tired, his eyes were still a little swollen.

Wen Qiao lived more than [-] years longer than these two children. Seeing the scene at this moment, he probably guessed what was going on.

Lin Pei opened his eyes in a daze when he heard the movement, struggling to sit up, Wen Qiao hurried over to help him.

"Aunt Wen..." He yawned. Because of the lack of sleep, he looked dazed and a little obedient, "Why are you here?"

Wen Qiao had the nerve to tell him the real reason. His son made him angry, so he didn't dare to come over to apologize, and even asked his mother to come out and help out... Sounds embarrassing, doesn't it!

She coughed and said, "The teacher said that you are sick and your father is not at home, so he asked me to come and take care of you."