Italian First Love Diary - Chapter 15

【115】

I am introverted, very timid, and sensitive to external affairs. According to Ling Jun’s words, it was the cat who was frightened and shrank to the corner, and it had to be a good voice to coax it out.

In school, everyone knows that I am not close to my parents, so they all regard Ling Jun as my guardian. When I was in high school, my head teacher would also directly ask the change gentleman to give feedback on my situation. She was anxious: “Does (I) have any mental illness? Why would I not say a word?”

Ling Jun was very afraid that the head teacher might misunderstand me, and hurriedly explained: “She is just shy, so she doesn’t like talking.”

When I arrived at his house, he tried to persuade me again: “Usually be bolder and talk to Italian classmates.”

I was very awkward, and right my finger, “I dare not, I am afraid they will say that my language is not good… and some people are bad.”

At that time, because I was a transfer student, there were also male classmates who were overly bullying. As soon as school was over, I grabbed Ling Jun’s clothes and cried. He was so angry that he almost rushed to my school to beat people.

It may also be the shadow of that time, and the problem of family access control, which caused me to resist contact with others, and gradually became a social difficulty, and my tongue was awkward when I saw people.

Ling Jun sighed, rubbed my hair gently, and said: “Don’t worry, I will protect you in everything. If you encounter something bad, come and tell me. I’m still by your side, what’s so good? Afraid? Be bold and get in touch with others.”

【116】

Mr. Ling has a younger uncle who is the same age as him, a firefighter, and a rough man.

Talking to him on the phone a few days ago, halfway through the conversation, my little uncle suddenly shouted: “Wait a moment, I will put out a fire first.”

Zero Jun: “……???”

Such a bohemian man, I am a little bit careful.

【117】

Ling Jun likes to instill in me how much his family likes my remarks. Since childhood, he never said “my mother”, but collectively called “mother”:

“Mum will tell you to cook chicken soup tomorrow!”

“Mom said I want you to come home for dinner tomorrow.”

“Mom thinks you are my follower.”

And so on, I was sometimes led astray by him, and blurted out: “Is mom at home tomorrow?”

Obviously he and I are not so good yet, how can I be called a mother, this man with unpredictable intentions!

【118】

I usually ask Mr. Zero to help me play games. It’s obviously very advanced, but the friends I added recently will always disappear somehow.

I realized that this must be Lingjun’s masterpiece, so I asked fiercely, “Is there no one to add me as a friend?”

Mr. Ling answered calmly: “Yes.”

“Then why don’t I have a friend?!”

“I refused.”

I had nothing to say, and my voice was raised in vain: “But I don’t have a friend!”

Ling Jun glanced at me leisurely and replied slowly: “Aren’t there me and my brother in your account?”

Aren’t there me and my brother?

It’s not me…

With my brother?

【119】

I said: “You have to accompany me to think about the past, I almost forgot.”

Ling Jun was silent for a while, and said, “It’s how you tricked me before?”

“…” You still stop talking.

【120】

I asked: “When do you really want to confess to me?”

“Think about it when I’m with you,” Ling Jun thought for a while, and said, “When I see you with other people, I will think in my heart, it’s obviously mine, obviously only I have the ownership.”

“Actually, I used to want to confess to you.” Ling Jun and I said so.

That day, there was a patter of rain outside the house. It was very cold. I was caught in my clothes. I was shivering.

I don’t know if it was because of the weather. As soon as I got home from the cram school, I leaned back in front of the cabinet and called Lingjun aimlessly.

My emotions broke down, and he faltered and said to him: “I seem to like you.”

At that time, he obviously couldn’t distinguish between likes and loves, and for a while, he talked to Ling Jun about this inexplicable emotion. Maybe I like him, but I haven’t experienced any personnel, I don’t have enough experience, and I can’t make a clear judgment about my feelings.

Ling Jun was flattered. It was said that he was surprised and happy at the time. He suppressed the feeling of palpitations and said, “I will give you some time to think about it. After you think about it, let’s talk about it?”

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Mr. Ling didn’t expect me to be able to resuscitate so quickly, holding the quilt was thankful and thankful. According to him, for a while before, because he liked me too much, he begged the gods and Buddhas there every night to make me like him.

Soon, I woke up and went online to seek help from friends.

Since Mr. Ling had occupied me too much during that time, friends complained, so he stalked him and said: “You don’t like him, you are hungry. You don’t have any opposite **** around you, right? Just know him, and of course your heart will sprout. Up!”

It suddenly dawned on me that I would never feel ashamed of Lingjun anymore, so I hurriedly called him and said, “Don’t worry, I’m just starving, not like you.”

I believe that this statement is perfect and impeccable, and will never destroy my close relationship with Lingjun.

No matter where I thought, Mr. Ling was silent for a full five minutes after listening, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally replied—”Yes.”

【121】

The principal of the previous cram school got a few free playground tickets and took the whole school students to play all day.

I had just gone abroad at that time, and I was timid, not even daring to buy things. I just forgot to bring the money and didn’t have lunch, so I watched it alone.

Mr. Ling noticed my anomaly and stepped forward to inquire. I begged him to buy me something to eat in a whisper, and was then taken to the side seat to eat a hamburger.

I was a little embarrassed, because sitting across from him was Ling Jun who shamelessly watched girls eat. He tried to avoid his gaze and was forced to look at him several times.

This guy was not polite at all, he held his head with one hand, and watched with interest as I finished a whole burger.

I was so ashamed that I was afraid of eating ugly, leaving a bad impression on Ling Jun.

Afterwards, I asked him: “Why did you watch me eat a hamburger?”

Ling Jun laughed, “Because I see you are eating deliciously, I can’t help but not look.”

After eating, Mr. Ling didn’t know what his calculations were, and suddenly said to me: “The couple who ride the Ferris wheel will stay together forever. This is an urban legend.”

The conscience of heaven and earth, at that time, he and I were only pure “teacher-student relationship”, and it did not rise to the emotional aspect of men and women at all.

As a result, I was dragged onto the Ferris wheel by Ling Jun.

Because I was afraid of heights, I didn’t have the romantic snuggle scene he imagined during the whole process. Instead, I clung to the railing and warned him not to approach me, not to move, and to make the cabin shake.

In the end, Ling Jun learnt well and led me to play the shooting game of tunnel drifting.

I am only good at this, because I have always been interested in shooting. Of course, we won’t talk about being abused by people like Ling Jun.

I still remember that the tunnel was very dark and long, so narrow that two people couldn’t walk side by side smoothly.

Maybe it was too dark and the atmosphere was too ambiguous.

In the environment where I can’t see my five fingers, I can clearly feel Ling Jun’s warm fingertips touching my cheeks, just for a moment, and then avoiding me at a loss, for fear of being discovered by me.

Was it because he couldn’t help but want to meet me?

I don’t understand, so I didn’t think much.

Had it not been mentioned by me afterwards, Ling Jun would have thought that I had never discovered his concerns about these young men.

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