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Zheng Yu helped him to treat the wound. Chen Jing finally fell asleep quietly. Perhaps the stimulation of losing weight today was too great. Chen Jing did not sleep soundly, with a slight frown on her brow and tears still hanging on her eyelashes.
Zheng Yu made sure he was sound asleep, took two days off for him, got up and went to tidy up the living room. The photos were indeed torn too much, and couldn't be pieced back together.
He remembered what his art teacher had said about montage, sticking these photos together in a jumble to create a new painting might be a solution. With this idea in mind, he found some drawing paper and glue, and began sticking the dry pieces onto the paper bit by bit.
In the middle of the night, Chen Jing woke up. The bedroom was pitch black and silent. Curled up, Chen Jing felt enveloped by loneliness, as if the whole world had abandoned him.
Has Zheng Yu left?
Chen Jing felt a little lost, so she decided to get up and pour herself a glass of water. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw a glimmer of light in the living room.
Zheng Yu was sitting cross-legged on the floor, with his sparse bangs hanging down slightly. He only turned on a desk lamp, casting a thin layer of light over him.
Chen Jing's Adam's apple rolled, " Zheng Yu."
Zheng Yu looked up and smiled, "Awake already."
"Mm." Chen Jing walked over. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sticking the photos together, take a look." Zheng Yu had almost finished sticking them, and the effect was much better than expected. It should look even better when framed tomorrow.
"Wow! You can do it like this?"
"Mm."
Chen Jing glanced at her phone, it was already 1 am. "Have you been working on this the whole time?"
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Zheng Yu said, leaning on Chen Jing's shoulder and yawning.
"You should go in and take a nap for a while," Chen Jing said, pursing her lips.
"Okay," Zheng Yu sat up straight.
Another bed is not a big deal. Chen Jing doesn't understand why he's so excited.
But Zheng Yu thinks differently. This is Chen Jing's bed. If he can sleep in Chen Jing's bed today, then tomorrow he might be able to sleep with Chen... No, he can't really think like that.
After all, Chen Jing had just woken up and couldn't sleep at all. He looked at the peaceful Zheng Yu and whispered, "Are you asleep?"
Chen Jing could hear Zheng Yu's steady breathing, indicating that he was asleep. Chen Jing lightly tapped his nose with his finger and slowly moved towards his eyebrows, "If my mom insists on separating us, what will you do? Will you give up on me?"
Zheng Yu At this moment, she grabbed his restless hand and asked, "Will you give up on this short-lived relationship?"
Chen Jing Without hesitation, he replied, "No, I won't."
Zheng Yu chuckled and pulled the person into an embrace, saying, "I should be the one who's afraid. What do you have to fear?"
Chen Jing wrapped their arms around Zheng Yu's waist, asking, "Why?"
Because I have always been the one who is abandoned.
"My mom is strong and stubborn, it's probably hard to get her approval."
In China, coming out of the closet is already a difficult thing to do in families. Zheng Yu was prepared for that moment when he and Chen Jing got together. "No matter what, I will face it with you. Don't be afraid, okay?"
Chen Jing felt a lump in his throat and held back tears. "Okay."
Zheng Yu patted Chen Jing's back gently and said, "Go to sleep."
The next day, Chen Jing received a call from Chen's father. His tone was unusually calm and he didn't say much, just asked him to come home, so he did.
Chen Yue also sent a message, saying that Chen's father sat on the sofa all night yesterday, asking if he had caused trouble. Chen Jing only replied with "It's okay," and he doesn't know how to explain this to Chen Yue.
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