Italian First Love Diary

【150】

When I was eighteen years old, every holiday, I went out to work to earn tuition.

In Italy, going out to work during holidays is commonplace. Ling Jun even earns his living expenses by part-time and part-study, because his tutor is like this, he won't even give him a penny when he reaches adulthood.

There are two or three days off in exactly a month, so I made an appointment with Mr. Ling, who works in a distant place. At that time, I went to live in a distant seaside city for two days and lived in a world of two.

Before that, I had sent a set of clothes to Mr. Ling, it was a red checkered shirt and denim shorts.

After work, I took the clothes I made the other day and rushed to the bus stop.

He had been waiting there a long time ago. I don't know what he wanted to do. He was wearing the new clothes I bought him-to be honest, he really fits the shirt. Usually wearing silver-rimmed glasses is full of the elegant temperament of a scholar, and it is even more gentle with a shirt.

I flew into his arms three times and twice, and Ling Jun was shocked and held me tighter, holding me firmly in his arms.

"Be careful." Ling Jun said helplessly.

"Hey hey, you look great in this one."

"You like it."

We took the night bus and it took a long time to arrive at the famous seaside city nearby. In summer, people from all over the world come from afar to vacation by the sea, so the beach street here is very lively every night, shops open from the street to the end of the street, flashing lights burn a whole gravel road.

Mr. Ling led me to find a four-star hotel, because it was the first time I lived together, even if it was expensive, he wanted to do his best without leaving any regrets.

I am more shy and shy, Ling Jun pretends to be overseas tourists and communicates with Italians in English. I have to say that the English of Italians is generally poor. They can't understand American accents, only English accents.

When the negotiation was settled and the ID was presented, Ling Jun and I took out the ID card of the Italian address together. This picture was very embarrassing. We didn't realize it, and we pretended to be calm. People still dressed in foreign tourists went upstairs.

That night, I became addicted to alcohol. I took the opportunity of Ling Jun to take a bath and stole the champagne to drink. As a result, I developed a rash all over my body, almost scaring Ling Jun to death. I have a slight allergic reaction to coffee and alcohol, and when the alcohol goes down, those reactions will disappear automatically.

It may be the first time I slept with a girl, and Ling Jun almost couldn't resist my habit of kicking the quilt.

According to him, I not only grind my teeth, but also talk in sleep. Rolling to the outside of the quilt at every turn, he fished me into the quilt again, repeating this way for a whole night.

The next day, I still asked him stupidly: "Why are your eyes so red?"

Ling Jun bit his posterior molars and replied slowly: "Nothing, I went to bed late after checking a little information."

"Oh." I disagreed, and replied heartlessly.

One more thing, Ling Jun said he went to bed before, and I suddenly called his name halfway through sleep.

This guy thought I was awake, so he held his head and talked with me for a long time. After a while, he realized that I was talking in a sleep.

He couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't know whether he should scold me or punch me.

【151】

I still remember that at the beginning, I was clinging to Mr. Ling every day. One phone call a day makes a series of killer calls.

Ling Jun's brother was a little poisonous tongue, and coldly shouted: "That woman is calling again!"

Stinky boy, is it too long?

Of course, he didn't expect that... the woman he hated the most was now his sister-in-law.

【152】

I used to take a nap at Lingjun's house. I closed my eyes, tired and sleepy, but I didn't actually fall asleep.

Suddenly, I noticed a heat on my forehead. It seems that Mr. Ling went home and kissed me secretly.

My heart is sweet, sure enough, no one can resist my sweet sleeping face!

【153】

Every time I go home from Lingjun's house, I will call him to report that he is safe.

Once I was blocked by my mother halfway, I went shopping with her and forgot to send Lingjun text messages.

After strolling around, I looked up and suddenly saw a person standing at a certain alley, it was Lingjun.

Because it was an underground love at that time, I didn't dare to say anything and passed him by.

Afterwards, Mr. Ling said, "I saw you didn't send me a text message. I was so scared that I rode my bike all over the street to find you. Luckily I found it, so I just stayed there and watched you secretly for a while."

Just such a short sentence made my heart seem to be held by my hands, and I couldn't breathe for a long time.

How can such a distressing man exist in this world?

【154】

Lingjun's mother has strict requirements for him, since he was a child, it has not been an encouraging education.

At the age of seven, Ling Jun stepped on a stool to cook by himself. When he was a child, he got the first place in the class, with a score of 98. His mother would not praise him, and could only complain about why he lost those two points. When he really passed the 100th exam, his mother only thought he should be so.

So, when Lingjun was in his second year of high school, his mother asked him if he could be admitted to a major university?

There is nothing wrong with Lingjun's score with a big Z, but he thought that her mother's request was a big B. He was not completely sure and could only answer: "Not necessarily."

So, without his knowledge, his mother helped him drop out of school and let him go abroad to do business.

Ling Jun was still studying until the last moment when he was told by the teacher to drop out, and he was striving for the ideal university like other high school students.

It can be imagined how unwilling he was. Everything he had worked so hard before was gone, and he had to go to another unfamiliar field to start again.

After coming to Italy, Ling Jun still did not give up his studies. Without any foundation in Italian and financial resources, he insisted on re-studying Italian high schools and universities with the money he earned from part-time work.

During that period, relatives and friends did not support him because the family had been in business for generations and felt that he was not an international student, and the school would not give him special treatment. The academic standards were consistent with other Italians. There is no language foundation, even if he is talented, reading is not realistic, and even his parents threatened to expel him from the house. When there was a lot of noise, Ling Jun even slept in the train station.

But he still persevered, and now, everything is in the same place.

If you really want to say, there is one reason for Ling Jun's persistence. I told him when I was in love with him: "My family likes scholars with high degrees, so if you want to hug me home, just keep working hard."

Perhaps it was such an understatement that made him recognize the deadly truth and become paranoid until now.

It's not difficult to see how deeply Ling Jun loves me. Sometimes I feel ashamed, how can I make him give up for me to this point.

A few days ago, Lingjun’s test drive encountered discrimination from the examiner and suffered unequal treatment, which led to the failure.

Lingjun's mother sneered and felt that he was making excuses and would not provide the cost of learning the car later, so he could only find a way.

Ling Jun sat on the chair without saying a word. I don't know how to comfort him, so I leaned over, put my chin on the top of his hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, let's take the exam again."

As soon as the voice fell, his tears came down.

I pretended to laugh at him easily: "Why did I cry suddenly."

Ling Jun didn't look up at me, tears pattered on the trouser legs, sinking into small pits of different shades.

He replied in a muffled voice, "I was warmed by you."

I laughed at him stupidly in my heart.

Even if the whole world is against you, I will stay by your side.

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