The balcony of the Yingjiao home is connected to the living room, and is equipped with a large sliding glass door.
This is the time when the sun is at its best in the morning, and the bright light shines through the glass into the living room, clearly showing everything inside.
Jing Ci was half lying on the sofa and was pressed on the sofa by Yingjiao. The hem of his clothes was rolled up, revealing a small white and thin waist.
It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning of winning arrogance, and he has agreed to anything that goes too far. But it's daytime, and it's still in the living room.
His face was flushed, his heart was beating wildly, and he barely maintained a trace of clarity, trying to pull his hand out of Yingjiao's hand: "... no."
"What's wrong?" Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his neck lightly, spraying his hot breath on his skin: "Jingshen, I find that you are becoming more and more difficult to serve now."
He smiled lowly: "Didn't you question it first? Let me prove it to you and see what's wrong?"
Jing Ci's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed dryly. He couldn't stand being treated like this by Yingjiao, and he just wanted to end this state as soon as possible: "I, I didn't."
"Then you mean that I bullied you?" Yingjiao gently grabbed Jing Ci's hair, forcing him to look up at him, and said with a half-smile, "Really?"
Yingjiao's voice was already low, but now it was a little hoarse because of lust. It rustled through his ears, and the back of Jingci's neck felt numb.
He turned his face away short of breath, shook his head, and pulled his hand away again.
"Look at me." Yingjiao squeezed his chin and turned his face away. When Jing Ci raised his eyes, he intentionally put his hand on his belt in a tricky way.
"Want me to let you go?"
Jing Ci panicked and nodded impatiently.
"Say something nice." Yingjiao stroked his face and collarbone, and said in a deep voice, "Say something nice and I'll let you go."
Jing Ci's breath was suffocated, his eyelashes trembled, and for a long while, holding back his shame, he called out almost inaudibly: "Brother..."
The veins on Yingjiao's forehead twitched, and his eyes were a little red.
He closed his eyes, pulled Jing Ci up and pressed him on the back of the sofa with his arms, and kissed his side face and ear pinna vigorously: "It wasn't hard at first, but now you are making it hard, what should I do?"
Jing Ji looked at him in disbelief, but he didn't expect that not only would he not keep his promise, but he would even beat him up like a rascal.
Yingjiao gasped close to his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay if you don't do it for me, but can I think of you later when I do it myself?"
Why do you ask this kind of thing
Jing Ji was red all over, almost burning.
But Yingjiao is still pressing on every step of the way: "Can you?"
Jing Ci gritted his teeth, and managed to utter a word: "Can..."
Yingjiao chuckled, and kissed his earlobe rewardingly: "Thinking of you giving me..." He whispered a few explicit words: "Alright?"
Jing Ji couldn't take it anymore, and buried his head in his neck in despair, and stopped talking.
Yingjiao reached out and stroked his hair and the back of his neck: "What do you mean by not talking? Do you disagree?" He held Jing Ci's hand and raised it, lowering his eyes thoughtfully: "Then I still feel that your hand... "
Jing Ci completely collapsed: "...OK."
He closed his eyes, went all out, and whispered: "You... you can do whatever you want."
These words completely ignited the fire in Yingjiao's heart. He rubbed Jing Ci's waist twice, then let him go restrainedly, got up and went to the bathroom.
Jing Ci raised an arm to cover his face, and leaned quietly on the sofa to relax for a while. Suddenly stood up, went to the refrigerator and opened the door, and plunged in.
After this time when they almost misfired on the sofa, something quietly changed between the two of them.
Occasionally, they looked at each other inadvertently, and sparks seemed to be crackling in the air.
That's it, a few days later. The day before Jingci's birthday, Yingjiao went out again.
"Appointment at the cafe where we often go to buy milk tea." He Porridge said to Yingjiao: "He just sent me a WeChat message, saying that he has arrived."
Yingjiao nodded to show that he knew.
This morning, he got the real estate certificate that had become Jing Ci's name.
But if you want to change your household registration, you need a real estate certificate, and you also need a household registration booklet of your origin.
It was definitely impossible to start with Jing's father, so Yingjiao set his sights on Jing Miao.
After they arrived at the cafe, they saw Jing Miao in the most conspicuous place.
As soon as he saw Yingjiao and the others, Jing Miao immediately stood up and awkwardly greeted them one by one.
Yingjiao pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him, too lazy to deal with him, and cut to the chase: "Where's the thing?"
Jing Miao turned around, took out a household registration book from her schoolbag, and pushed it to Yingjiao.
Yesterday, when He Porridge contacted him and asked him to secretly bring over his family's household registration book, Jing Miao not only didn't force it in the slightest, but was very happy on the contrary.
Recently, his father resigned and stayed at home, staring at him to study every day when he had nothing to do, and kept saying how good Jing Ci was, so that he could emulate him.
Jing Miao was keenly aware that Jing Ci was more important to his father now than him.
This made him very flustered.
Yes, Jing Ci is unwilling to go home now. But after all, there is a blood relationship, what if he changes his mind someday
Will there still be a place for him in this family by then
So after hearing He Porridge's request, Jing Miao agreed without saying a word.
Jing Ci quietly moved out his household registration, and he was no longer a member of their family. Secondly, when his father finds out later, he will definitely have a heart knot with Jing Ci, and there is no possibility of repairing the relationship between them.
Yingjiao opened the account book and looked through it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he put it in his pocket: "I will contact you when I run out."
Jing Miao nodded quickly.
The goal was achieved, and Yingjiao didn't want to waste any more time, so he left the cafe without finishing a cup of milk tea.
"Thanks," he threw the cigarette in his pocket to Zheng Que, and said to several people: "Come to eat at home another day. Message me in advance if you want to eat, and I will let my aunt do it."
"Okay, okay!" He Porridge couldn't wait to say: "It doesn't matter, as long as there is more meat."
Zheng Que took out a cigarette and asked him, "Brother Jiao, we are going to Happy Valley tomorrow, will you go?"
"No, I have something to do, you play." Yingjiao checked the time by turning on the screen, and said, "I'm going back first."
He waved for a taxi, and short got into the car.
He Porridge looked at his back and sighed: "Brother Jiao is a bit flirtatious, but I really have nothing to say to Brother Ci."
Zheng Que nodded: "I've never seen him care so much about anyone."
He Porridge smiled, gloated and said, "Brother Xinci can see him if he doesn't care? I heard that people who want to chase after him are all lined up outside the school gate."
"It's true." Zheng Que laughed loudly, and left with He Porches shoulder to shoulder.
The next day was Jing Ci's birthday.
Jing Ci had never had a birthday before, it was a holiday and there was nothing to celebrate.
In addition, he has not yet adapted to the change of birth date from February 19th to January 31st, so when Yingjiao took out his birthday present, he was stunned.
"what is this?"
"Happy birthday." Yingjiao looked at him tenderly: "Open it and see if you like it?"
This is the first time Jing Ci has received a birthday present, and it was from someone he likes. Holding the small gift box, he carefully lifted the lid of the box so lightly.
In the box wrapped in white silk, there are two black bracelets woven with thick rope.
Inlaid with different light gold metal patterns, one resembles a steering wheel and the other looks like a sword.
"The rudder and the anchor." Yingjiao explained to him from the side: "The anchor is yours, and the rudder is mine."
With that said, he took Jing Ci's hand, put the bracelet on his wrist, and gently fastened it: "It's very beautiful."
Jing Ci raised his hand and looked at the pattern on his wrist without blinking. Then, he found a small line of inscriptions on the front of the anchor—
J≡C
If it was anyone else, they would definitely think that the word "three" is in the middle of the two letters, but Jing Ci suddenly looked up at Ying Jiao: "Heng Equal?"
Yingjiao smiled and nodded, he knew Jing Ci would understand.
Equal to, a symbol on high numbers, means that no matter how the variable changes, the left and right sides of the identity sign will always be the same.
Jing Ji's throat choked, and he understood what Ying Jiao wanted to say to him.
No matter what happens outside, the relationship between them will never change.
"Come on," Yingjiao stretched out his hand to Jingci, and said with a light smile, "Put it on for me too."
Jing Ci's fingertips trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly. Almost piously, he picked up another bracelet and put it on Yingjiao's wrist.
The wrists of the two are side by side.
One anchor and one rudder, one is J≡C, and the other is C≡J.
"I..." Jing Ci rested his forehead on Yingjiao's shoulder, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart: "I like it very much, very much."
Yingjiao gently stroked his hair, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair: "That's good."
The two hugged quietly for a while, and Jing Ci suddenly said, "Yingjiao."
"Um?"
"Why... mine is the anchor and yours is the rudder?"
Yingjiao's arms around him tightened again and again, almost embed him in his arms. His Adam's apple trembled, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke again: "I think..."
I want to tell you.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "The anchor looks better."
No matter where you go in the future, or what kind of world it is, I will find you.
As long as you wait where you are, I will definitely ride the wind and waves to come.
"Oh."
"Also," Yingjiao let go of Jing Ci, opened the desk drawer, took out two small notebooks and handed them to Jing Ci: "Here."
Jing Ci was puzzled: "Is it also a birthday present?"
Yingjiao smiled and shook his head: "This is a coming-of-age ceremony."
Jing Ci opened it and was stunned.
Two notebooks, the red one is the real estate title certificate, which has his name written on it. The other dark brown one is the household registration book of the Jing family.
Yingjiao held his hand lightly, and said softly: "Congratulations on becoming an adult, you can set up a family by yourself, and you will not be restrained any more."
The author has something to say: The certificate of property rights will not come down so quickly, the plot needs it, so let's take it for granted~