Jing Ci's cheeks instantly became hot, and he subconsciously wanted to push Ying Jiao away.
Both hands touched him, but put them down again.
At this moment, Yingjiao was lazily leaning against him, and pushed him unexpectedly, Jing Ci was afraid that he would be pushed down.
Jing Ji took a deep breath, trying to make himself ignore the person on his body: "Don't always say such things..."
"I didn't see that you didn't understand, so I'll explain it to you." Yingjiao took an inch and held Jing Ci's hand under the table, saying boldly: "Is there a problem?"
Inside the wide sleeves of the school uniform, the fingers of the two people were tightly intertwined, exchanging the temperature of each other's bodies. Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he forced himself to be calm: "No, there is no such explanation."
Yingjiao nodded, and readily admitted: "Yes, I was talking nonsense."
Jing Ci looked up at him.
Yingjiao chuckled: "Who made you so cute, how can I bear it."
This time, Jing Ji's ears turned red.
He moved, wanting to take his hand out of Yingjiao's hand.
The morning self-study has not yet officially started, and after studying against the clock for many days, Yingjiao wants to indulge extravagantly.
"Don't move." He strengthened his grip on Jingci: "Charge me for a while, how many days have you not seen each other?" He sneered, and said: "A class is still at the same table. Why do you look like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"
Yawning classmates kept passing by, but the two of them secretly held hands under the table. Jing Ji was a little flustered, but he didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of being discovered, so he could only let him lead.
"I never asked, when is your birthday?" Yingjiao pulled out an exercise book from the bookshelf, flipping through it while asking, looking nonchalant.
Jing Ci blurted out: "February 19th..." Realizing something was wrong, he immediately changed his words: "January 31st."
In his previous life, the day Jing Ci was sent to the orphanage was February 19th, so the dean took February 19th as his birthday.
At this time, Yingjiao asked without warning, and under the habit of thinking, Jing Ci reflexively said this day.
Yingjiao flicked the book for a while, pretending not to understand the problem in his words, and said naturally: "It's only half a month younger than me."
Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."
"So you were born with me?" Yingjiao smiled and whispered, "Come to be my little wife?"
Jing Ci's ears turned red, he broke away from Yingjiao's hand, turned around and ignored him.
Yingjiao smiled and didn't bother him anymore, he found a set of comprehensive science papers from the table hole and spread them on the table.
He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the test paper, and he seemed to be reading the questions seriously, but in fact his thoughts had already gone to other places.
The last time I was at his house, Yingjiao looked at his ID card because he was helping Jingci to check the competition results.
He clearly remembered that the date of birth above was January 31st. But when he asked, Jing Ci's first reaction was February 19th.
So, is February 19th Jing Ci's birthday
Yingjiao silently remembered this day in his heart, withdrew his thoughts, concentrated his energy and began to write questions.
Although he still couldn't touch the secret in Jing Ci's heart, at least he understood Jing Ci better today than yesterday. Just like this bit by bit, with all his patience in his life, one day, there will be no barrier between him and Jing Ci.
Because the final exam is approaching, the teachers of all subjects no longer give lectures. During class time, they either lecture on the papers or let the students study by themselves. If they have any questions, they just raise their hands and ask.
After doing the questions for a whole morning, everyone couldn't bear it. Fortunately, the provincial experiment is more humane, and has not stopped physical education like other schools.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of the third period, there was a sigh of relief in the classroom of Class 7.
"Let's go, Brother Ci," Li Zhou stuffed the meal card into his pocket, and greeted Jing Ci: "Next gym class, shall we go to the equipment room to get a basketball first?"
"Okay." Jing Ji put down his pen, glanced at Yingjiao who was still writing a question beside him, thought for a while and said, "Call Wu Weicheng."
Li Zhou was puzzled: "It's just a basketball, don't you need three people?"
Jing Ji insisted on his own ideas, Li Zhou had no choice but to find Wu Weicheng.
As soon as he left the classroom, Jing Ci said to Li Zhou: "I have something to do later, so I can't go with you." Without waiting for Li Zhou to ask, he continued: "If those special students bother you, please contact me immediately."
Only then did Li Zhou understand that the reason why Jing Ci insisted on calling him Wu Weicheng was because he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with those special students after he went to the basketball court alone.
"It's okay." Li Zhou said with a smile in his heart, "I heard from Zheng Que that the special students are frightened by the principal, and now they are sitting in the classroom all day studying, how dare they trouble us."
Jing Ci shook his head: "Be careful, there is no big mistake."
He was a little anxious, so he didn't tell Li Zhouduo any more, and hurried into the office of the science department of the second year of high school.
Seeing this, Li Zhou turned his head to Wu Weicheng and said, "What are you doing, Brother Ci, why are you so mysterious?"
Wu Weicheng pondered for a while and said, "It should be about the competition. It's not like you haven't seen it. Brother Ci is short of eating and living in a small classroom these days."
Li Zhou nodded: "It makes sense." Without thinking about it any more, he went downstairs with Wu Weicheng on his shoulders.
It was the end of get out of class time, except for a few who procrastinated, all the other teachers returned to the office.
After Jing Ci entered the door, he greeted Mr. Liu first, then came to Zhao Feng's desk, and said, "Mr. Zhao, I have something to do with you."
Five minutes later, Jing Ci walked out of the office with a teacher's meal card in his pocket.
The provincial experiment has a separate teacher's cafeteria, and only by swiping the teacher's card can you get meals.
In fact, the taste of the teacher's canteen is not much better. The only thing better than the student canteen is that you can order according to the menu, and you don't have to wait in line.
During the period before the finals of the National Mathematics High League, the three of Jing Ci were Zhao Feng's key care objects.
For this reason, Zhao Feng not only often took them to the teacher's cafeteria to eat, but also openly and openly cooked small meals for them. I also repeatedly emphasized to them that if you don't want to waste time queuing in the cafeteria, you can come and borrow his teacher card.
Both Zhou Chao and Jiang Chong borrowed money, but Jing Ci was born with a dislike of indebtedness, and had never spoken to Zhao Feng before.
Today is the first time.
When Jing Ci arrived at the basketball court, several boys from class seven were playing basketball. Those special students really didn't bother them anymore, not only that, but also deliberately stayed away from them, as if they were carrying a virus.
Seeing Jing Ci approaching, Li Zhou walked off the stage and asked while drinking water, "Are you done?"
"No," Jing Ji's fingertips touched the hard meal card through his trouser pocket, and said to Li Zhou, "I won't eat with you at noon today, you and Wu Weicheng can go."
"No way." Li Zhou screwed on the bottle cap and frowned: "Your competition class is still working overtime? Do you want me to pack a meal for you?"
"No need," Jing Ci thanked him for his kindness, and explained, "I'll go to the teacher's cafeteria to eat."
"Okay." Li Zhou responded bluntly, threw the mineral water bottle aside, and greeted Jing Ci: "Let's go, let's go up and have a game."
Twenty minutes before get out of class was over, Jing Ci got off the basketball court panting and walked straight to the teacher's cafeteria.
Yingjiao went to buy two copies of Oden and came back. He wanted to give it to Jing Ci while it was hot, but Mrs. Gong disappeared in a blink of an eye.
He asked Li Zhou, "Where did Jing Ci go?"
"I don't know." Li Zhou wiped the sweat off his forehead indiscriminately, and replied, "He said he has something to do, so he left first."
Yingjiao frowned, what was going on in such a hurry
And they can tell Li Zhou, why don't they know how to say hello to him
Yingjiao was worried and sour in his heart, so he stuffed the Kanto boiled rice with He Porridge, took out his mobile phone and sent Jing Ci a WeChat message.
Jing Ci didn't return.
Yingjiao's thin lips were slightly pursed, he quit WeChat, and was about to call Jing Ci when Jing Ci called.
"You come to the teacher's cafeteria."
Yingjiao was worried about him, didn't even ask why, hung up the phone and ran over without saying a word.
At this point, there is not a single teacher who comes to eat in the teacher's cafeteria. In the empty dining area, Ying Jiao saw Jing Ci sitting at the front at a glance.
With one hand in his pocket, Yingjiao casually walked over, "Little classmate, what are you doing..."
He stared blankly at the bowl of Longxu noodles on the table, and lost his voice for an instant.
Jing Ji pushed the noodles towards him, and said softly, "Longevity noodles."
"Happy birthday."
He missed the time to prepare gifts, so he could only express his heart in this way.
In his hometown, longevity noodles are always eaten on birthdays.
Although no one has ever prepared it for him, in Jing Ci's heart, there must be longevity noodles to complete his birthday.
What he can't get, he wants to win pride has.
Therefore, Jing Ci, who had never asked anyone before, spoke to others for the first time.
In the office, in front of all the teachers in the second year of high school, he tried his best to endure the embarrassment and unnaturalness in his heart, and said to Zhao Feng: "Teacher, can you lend me your teacher card?"
The dining area is quiet, except for the whirring of the high-power air conditioner in the kitchen, occasionally chatting and laughing from the kitchen staff.
The unique aroma of cooking wafts in the air.
Jing Ci sat upright on the blue dining chair.
His hair was a little longer than before, and it was softly attached to his cheeks, making his face smaller and smaller. The slender and thick eyelashes blinked from time to time, like two little butterflies flying around, occasionally staying on Yingjiao's heart, causing ripples after waves.
Yingjiao stood motionless, his Adam's apple rolling up and down forbearance.
It has been many years since his mother passed away, this is the first time someone remembers to prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for him on his birthday.
"Yingjiao?" Jing Ji called him suspiciously.
"You..." Yingjiao clenched his fists tightly, desperately restraining the surging emotions in his heart, and when he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse.
He closed his eyes and tried to make his voice sound more normal: "Why did you come to the teacher's cafeteria to buy noodles?"
Jing Ci handed him the chopsticks, and smiled sheepishly: "There are only flat noodles and thick noodles in the first canteen, and there is no dragon beard noodles. Longevity noodles must have long beard noodles."
Although they are all noodles, they can also be substituted. But within the scope of what he can do, he wants to give Yingjiao the best.
Yingjiao took a deep breath, sat down opposite him, picked up a long and thin long-lived noodles with chopsticks, and asked him softly, "Where did you get the teacher card?"
"I borrowed it from Teacher Zhao."
Yingjiao's throat choked, and his eyes instantly turned red.
Just to let him eat a bowl of longevity noodles.
Jing Ci, who never bothers people, and who is always passive in social interaction, has to do a lot of construction in his heart before he can do such a thing as asking for help.
Yingjiao didn't want to lose his composure in front of Jing Ci, so he took the opportunity of picking up a bowl of soup to cover his red eye circles.
He has received many birthday presents, expensive and rare, but on his eighteenth birthday, this simple bowl of longevity noodles is what he wants to treasure forever in his heart.
Yingjiao raised his eyes and took another mouthful of noodles.
Opposite him, Jing Ci was digging a spoonful of bibimbap into his mouth, his cheeks were slightly puffed up, and he looked serious and good-looking while eating.
Such a good scene, such a good scene...
Yingjiao bowed his head and carefully ate his exclusive longevity noodles, how could he not like it.
In the cafeteria, teachers came to eat together one after another, and when they passed by, they would take a curious look.
Yingjiao put down his clean noodle bowl, not even a drop of soup left, and walked out of the cafeteria side by side with Jing Ci.
On the way back, Yingjiao changed his previous hooliganism and became unusually silent.
Jing Ci never talked much, and the two walked back wordlessly all the way.
until we got to the drying yard—
Yingjiao suddenly grabbed Jing Ci's wrist, and pulled him to the innermost without any explanation.
Jing Ci was puzzled: "You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Yingjiao suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pressed him firmly against the wall, and kissed him without saying a word.
Large pieces of clothes and sheets to dry were blown in the wind, completely covering the figures of the two people.
Rapid and hot breathing and violent heartbeat intertwined.
Teeth collided with lips, nose tips accidentally bumped together.
Nobody cares.
Yingjiao rubbed Jing Ci into his arms and kissed him frantically.
This man is his, he thought.
One lifetime, two lifetimes, and lifetimes are his.
No matter where he came from and where he will eventually go, he will never let go.