In the car, the heating is fully turned on. The smell of various foods kept floating in the air, mixed together, and the smell made people breathless for no reason.
Jing Ci rested his head on the car body, his face lowered to the ground, and his hands tightly clutched the seat cover, so hard that his knuckles turned white.
The dream came to an abrupt end here, and he didn't know what happened to Qiao Anyan afterwards. Yingjiao couldn't find what happened to him, and he didn't know.
Jing Ji's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth desperately to swallow the choking and tears, not letting himself cry.
If it's just a simple disappearance, there will be a little hope for Yingjiao. But not in the previous life, Yingjiao watched helplessly as the traces of his existence disappeared little by little, and watched the memories of the people around him being erased, how powerless and desperate he must have been.
Except for him, no one remembers who Jing Ci is.
Jing Ci gradually changed from existing in everything around him to only exist in his own mind.
"That Yingjiao from the School of Economics, is there something wrong with his head? Jing Ci? There is no such person in our class."
"I think he is sick. I don't know how he was admitted to our school. He said several times that he didn't know each other."
"Well, anyway, I don't want to see him again, it's just."
Jing Ji trembled all over, his chest heaved violently, as if he had been stabbed in it with a heartache.
He would rather Yingjiao be like everyone else and forget about him than suffer in pain every day.
For the first time in his life, Jing Ji hoped that Ying Jiao would not like him that much.
"Hey, brother Jiao, slow down!" Zheng Que put the phone in his pocket, and chased after him with his pants up: "Are you so hungry? Why are you so fast all of a sudden?"
"Brother Jiao doesn't go to the cafeteria, he said it in the group! Didn't you see?" He Porridge held him panting: "Brother Ci will come back later, he will pick you up at the station!"
"So, I was playing a game just now and blocked the group news." Zheng Que scratched his head, seeing Yingjiao disappearing at the end of the corridor with great strides, he turned his head and asked He Porridge: "What time is the train for Brother Ci? Did you rush him like this?"
Peng Chengcheng spit out two words expressionlessly: "Six o'clock."
"That's too late." Zheng Que was puzzled: "It takes more than half an hour from our school to the train station, so it's enough."
"To tell you the truth, Old Zheng," He Porridge gave him a speechless look, and complained, "With your emotional intelligence, I'm afraid that you can only get out of the order if you have ordered a baby girl at home."
Zheng Que looked puzzled: "What's wrong with me?"
"Forget it, it's nothing." He Porridge was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and raised his hand to pat him on the back: "Don't worry about him, are you still running? If you don't run, there will be no place in the cafeteria."
"Fuck! Run, run, run!"
Yingjiao left the school gate as quickly as possible, took a taxi and went straight to the train station.
After Jing Ci got on the train, he sent him the train number, and the train was scheduled to arrive at the station at 6:05. He didn't tell Jing Ji that he was going to pick him up, otherwise he was afraid that he would disagree, so he cut it first and played later.
When Yingjiao arrived at the station, it was exactly five fifty. After thinking about it, he found a random coffee shop and ordered a cup of hot milk tea. It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, it's cold in spring and it's evening, the temperature is a bit low, holding it is just right to warm Jing Ci's hands.
After finishing all this, he took out his mobile phone and called Jing Ci.
At that time, Jing Ji had just put his schoolbag on his back, preparing for getting off the car later.
His face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. But the whole person seemed very calm, and even listened patiently to the aunt next to her complaining about her husband, while helping her move the luggage off the shelf.
Amidst the aunt's repeated praises and thanks, Jing Ci lowered his eyes and adjusted his breathing, then pressed the call button: "Brother? Are you here?"
He rolled his Adam's apple up and down a few times, closed his eyes, and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Is it at the exit? Well, I see. Well, see you later."
The train pulled into the station on time, stopped and opened the door.
Passengers in the compartment were carrying large and small bags of luggage, swarming towards the door. Someone stepped on Jing Ci's foot, and half a black footprint was left on the white shoe. But he didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and he still walked forward without squinting.
After a long platform, it is the exit. There were a lot of people who came to pick up the station outside, some of them were holding big signs with their names on them, and some were waving desperately inside.
Jing Ci raised his eyes and saw Ying Jiao in the crowd at a glance.
He is tall and straight in his blue and white school uniform. With one hand in his pocket and a cup of milk tea in the other, he just stood there, so eye-catching that he almost glowed.
Meeting his gaze, Yingjiao's lips curled up slightly: "Why are you in a daze, here!"
Jing Ci has always been strong and forbearing, and will only swallow it by himself when he is wronged. When I saw the person who loved me, the tears I had endured all the way finally broke the embankment.
"elder brother!"
He can't care where he is now, and he doesn't care how many people are around, he just wants to hug Yingjiao.
Yingjiao was heartbroken by his crying, and strode forward: "Who bullied you? With me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jing Ci hugged him forcefully.
Yingjiao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately pushed him away: "What's the matter? Baby, let go and be obedient."
Jing Ci's fingers kept trembling, he buried his face on Yingjiao's shoulder, choked with sobs and refused to let go: "Brother...brother, don't touch me."
Yingjiao wants to touch him, wants to hold his face to wipe his tears, but is afraid that he will hurt. He raised his hand several times, and finally let it go.
"Okay, I won't move you." Yingjiao was worried and uncomfortable at the same time. It was the first time he saw Jing Ci out of control to this extent, even when they separated.
What the hell happened? Yingjiao thought for a moment that his national team quota was topped.
"Don't cry," Yingjiao lowered his head and coaxed him in a low voice: "I'm here, tell me what's the matter, and I'll solve it, okay?"
His gentle and deep voice was next to his ears, and his whole body was held in his arms. He is right next to him, there is no space between two people who will never be in touch, nor is he forced to separate.
Jing Ci calmed down a little. Afraid that Yingjiao was worried, he ignored the embarrassment on his face, choked up and raised his head: "No, it's okay, brother, I'm fine."
"Why are you crying for nothing?" Yingjiao's chest hurt, he gently pulled Jing Ci away, staring into his eyes: "What's the matter?"
Jing Ci wiped his face, wiped away the uncontrollable tears, pointed at his mouth and kept shaking his head, indicating that he couldn't speak.
Yingjiao understands.
It can only be those things in the previous life that can make a person with Jing Ci's personality hug him and cry in public, but can't speak. It probably has something to do with his origin, so I can't say anything about it.
Yingjiao sighed in his heart. In fact, he had already guessed the ending of their previous lives, but he never dared to think deeply about it. Now Jing Ci actually knew it one step ahead of time?
"Okay," Yingjiao held his sleeve with one hand and dragged the suitcase with the other, and took him to the bathroom: "Wash your face and tidy up. Don't think too much about it, let's not look at the past."
He took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Jing Ci, intentionally teasing him to laugh: "When you cry like this, I thought someone pierced the sky that Nuwa had repaired."
Jing Ci flushed his face, took the tissue and wiped it a few times in embarrassment, with a strong nasal voice: "Brother, I'm sorry..."
"Stupid or not, I'm sorry for what you said to me." Yingjiao smiled: "After returning, everyone looked at your eyes and thought you were crying for joy when you entered the national team."
Yingjiao stuffed the still hot milk tea into Jing Ci's hands, and walked out, saying: "I heard that a reporter will come to interview you in a few days, in case someone is not strict at that time, tell the story it's..."
He slightly curled his lips: "At that time, the whole Donghai Province, from the old man to the children, will know about it. That Jing Ci who is so powerful and awesome will actually cry secretly after taking the first place in the exam."
Although there was still some sadness in his heart, Jing Ci still couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter."
"Jingshen, I found that your face is getting closer to me now," Ying Jiao sighed, "We are indeed more and more like a husband and wife."
Jing Ci's ears were reddish, but he didn't speak.
Seeing that he no longer thought about those things, Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked him: "I touched you just now, did it hurt you?"
Where did Jing Ci get distracted thinking about these before? He recalled it for a while, but couldn't remember what it felt like at the time.
Yingjiao was helpless, and was about to say something when Jing Ci suddenly raised his head and looked at him shyly: "Then... try again."
It's just a handshake, why is Jing Ji suddenly ashamed? Yingjiao was surprised and didn't understand for a while.
"Anyway..." Jing Ji slightly turned his head away from him, and whispered, "Everywhere you touch, you touch..."
Yingjiao's eyes fell on his red ears, and he couldn't help laughing: "Want me to kiss you?"
Jing Ci made an imperceptible "hmm".
Yingjiao took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little tight: "Save it first, and find a place where no one is there later."
Jing Ci lowered his eyes and nodded.
After the two came out of the train station, they didn't go back to school directly. After eating a meal in a Cantonese restaurant outside, he packed two boxes of mango pan halberds while paying, and then went to school.
Jing Ci had just eaten enough, so he couldn't eat dessert for the time being. On the contrary, Yingjiao has a good appetite. A box of four halberds was quickly wiped out by most of them.
After saying hello to the doorman uncle, the two walked through the small square and walked all the way to the flower bed.
At this time, Jing Ci's mood had completely stabilized, and the redness and swelling on his eyes disappeared, and he only thought about trying it out with Yingjiao.
But seeing that he was about to reach the teaching building, Yingjiao didn't move yet. Jing Ci pursed her lower lip, and glanced to the side secretly.
He is eating mango pan halberd and looks very satisfied.
Did you forget?
How about... just take the initiative once? Anyway, anyway, it's not like I haven't kissed before.
Just as Jing Ci was thinking about it, Yingjiao raised his hand, poked his lips with half a piece of mango halberd with a smirk, and the cream inside immediately stained his skin.
Not only do not kiss, but also bully him.
Jing Ci raised her eyes and was about to protest, but in the next second, her lips softened suddenly, and a very shallow kiss fell down.
"Does it hurt?"
"Only... just a little bit."
"Um?"
"Really, it's very, very slight, I almost didn't feel it."
"That's good."
Yingjiao chuckled, then lowered his head again, gently and patiently kissed the cream off his lips.
The author has something to say: Brother Jiao: Creamy~
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