Yingjiao's eyes trembled, he stared at the little book without blinking, subconsciously held his breath. As if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would disturb the things in his hands.
Did he read it right? Jing Ci moved the household registration to his household registration book
My heart was pounding, beating faster every time. Yingjiao's Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and looked at the past again.
That's right, it's not dazzled, nor imagined, the small black characters are still printed neatly on the account page——
Name: Jingci.
Head of household or relationship with head of household: cousin.
"I put your account book in the bookcase in the study."
"I'm just telling you, you can look for it there when you need it."
Yingjiao took a deep breath and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
Are you an idiot? Jing Ci hinted to this extent at the beginning, but he still didn't find anything.
How much has he missed.
The irritability of Jing Ci's refusal to accept the gift disappeared in an instant, and Yingjiao pressed the account book on his chest. After a while, he suddenly gave a low laugh, and strode towards the door.
Jing Ci waited in the living room, but Yingjiao did not come back, so he became a little anxious.
He really wanted to see the pictures of Yingjiao when he was a child, he must be a very arrogant child. Every day, like a little adult, he can make other children cry as soon as he opens his mouth.
Just thinking about it, Jing Ji felt that he was about to be cut off. He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, he stood up and walked to the door of the study step by step.
As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, the white door was pulled open vigorously from the inside, and Yingjiao's face appeared in front of him in an instant. Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, then unconsciously looked at his hand: "The photo..."
Jing Ci's voice stopped abruptly.
Yingjiao pinched his waist with both hands, suddenly hugged him whole, and leaned against the wall.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Jing Ci subconsciously wrap his arms around Yingjiao's waist. Before he could react, a kiss fell like a storm.
Yingjiao kissed hard and fiercely, his breath was scorching hot, he pried open his teeth and drove straight in, almost swallowing him.
Jing Ji's whole body went limp from his kiss, and his waist was hanging in the air, unable to exert his strength. Afraid of falling, he had no choice but to cling to Yingjiao, as if obediently sending himself to him.
"Baby," Yingjiao said slightly away from his lips, his chest heaving violently, panting, "I saw the account book."
He finally found out.
Jing Ci was overjoyed, but also a little embarrassed.
"If I don't find out, when are you going to tell me?" Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, almost unable to control the urge to tear his clothes: "How did you think of moving to my house?"
Jing Ci was itchy by him, his cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum. After opening and closing his lips for a long time, he finally spit out a word: "...Brother."
"Um?"
"I..." Jing Ji tilted his head slightly, making it easier for him to kiss: "I don't want to set up a separate account..." He swallowed a bit, his voice trembling: "I just want, I just want to share a household registration book with you. "
After finishing speaking, Jing Ci hardly dared to look at Yingjiao.
It was the most blunt and shameful thing he could say.
I want to have the same household registration with Yingjiao, and I want to become a family with him. Even if the law does not recognize it, in his heart, they have become the closest relationship.
Yingjiao took a breath.
This fool, he didn't want anything, but quietly offered up his whole heart.
Yingjiao hardly knew how to love him, he hugged Jing Ci and pressed him onto the bed. While kissing him fiercely, she whispered in his ear in a hoarse voice: "I really want to fuck you to death, so fucking that you can't leave me."
Jing Ji was burning hot all over, and his head was almost smoking with embarrassment. In a daze, he realized that Yingjiao's hand had been inserted into his pants, and he arched his body reflexively: "Brother, I haven't taken a shower yet..."
"I know, don't move...don't move!" Yingjiao pressed his waist: "Be good, I'll touch it."
Jing Ci held back her embarrassment and raised her eyes to look at him: "No, why don't you do it?"
"What's the matter, Jingshen." Yingjiao looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes were full of ridicule: "The things you promised don't count? I told you to show me yourself, do you want to break your promise?"
Jing Ji looked at the fine sweat on his forehead and knew that it was not that he didn't want to, but that he was afraid of pain. Immediately said: "It's only a little pain, brother really, I can bear it."
"You can bear it," Yingjiao kissed him on the lips, then let him go, got up and closed the curtains: "but I can't bear it."
With Jing Ci by her side, she can laugh or be happy, but she can't be in pain, not even a little bit.
Afraid that he would feel guilty, Yingjiao turned on the light and adjusted the brightness to the highest. Sitting on the side of the bed, he deliberately teased and said, "Did you underestimate brother? Let me tell you, it's not just an hour or two at the beginning."
Jing Ci blushed, and murmured: "Then, I can bear it too."
He didn't want Yingjiao to hold back anymore, it just hurt a little, not itchy, what's so scary
Yingjiao was so teased by him that he almost turned into a beast, and finally suppressed the impulse in his heart, moved to Jingci's side, and turned his eyes around his beautiful collarbone: "Such a good boy, what about later?" What do I say?"
Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he nodded slightly.
Yingjiao stretched out his hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "What if I want to shoot you?"
Jing Ci lowered his head, let him take off his coat, and whispered: "Casual, casual."
"Anywhere?"
"… Um."
Yingjiao couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Ji's trouser waist, and ordered in a deep voice, "Take it off."
Even if they didn't touch each other, the two of them had a lot of trouble that night. But Jing Ji's biological clock was always on time, and he still woke up at six o'clock the next day. After studying all morning and having lunch, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he went to take a nap for the first time.
Normally, Yingjiao wouldn't bother him if he slept all day, but today is different.
Seeing that it was almost three o'clock, Yingjiao thought about it, and pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom.
"Baby," he knelt down beside the bed, grabbed a piece of fabric and squeezed out a tip, and scratched the tip of his nose: "Get up."
Jing Ji yelled very well, only frowned, and opened his eyes. But his mind was still not very clear, and he called out in a daze: "Brother?"
"En." Yingjiao waited for him to think, and then said: "Get up first and go to a place with me, and let you sleep enough at night."
Jing Ji lifted the quilt, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, wondering, "Where are you going?"
Yingjiao glanced at him and found that his pajamas were neatly dressed. He looked away and said, "My mother's cemetery."
Jing Ci sat up suddenly, the drowsiness in his mind disappeared in an instant, and stammered: "You, your mother?"
"Yeah." Yingjiao was amused by his reaction: "Why are you so surprised? They are all on the same household registration book. Isn't it normal to meet a parent?"
Although it was just going to the cemetery, Jing Ci became inexplicably nervous. He jumped out of bed, looking for clothes, and said, "Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't prepare anything..."
With a smile on his lips, Yingjiao leaned on the cabinet to watch him busy, and joked, "What do you want to prepare?"
Jing Ji finally found a black coat, took it out and put it flat on the bed, and said seriously: "Paper money, gold ingots and so on."
"Stupid or not," Yingjiao tapped his forehead lightly with his mobile phone: "Paper burning is not allowed in the cemetery now, and she doesn't like that kind of thing, just buy a bunch of white lilies."
"Ah," Jing Ji had never been to the grave, and only heard about it, so he nodded, "Then I'll buy it."
"Understood." Yingjiao laughed: "I won't fight with you."
Jing Ci tidied up and looked in the mirror several times, until he was completely sure that there was nothing wrong with him, and then went out with Yingjiao.
Just in time for the three-day holiday of Qingming Festival, and it was the evening lantern delivery time, there was an endless stream of people coming to the cemetery. Yingjiao led Jing Ci around a group of people, walked straight towards the center of the cemetery, and finally stopped in front of a black stone tablet.
"Here." Yingjiao wiped off the dust on the stele little by little, and said with a light smile, "I used to come here alone, but this year I brought someone to show you."
"His name is Jing Ci, and I will come with him every year in the future. Is he very good-looking? I know you will like it."
When he was naive, Yingjiao used to blame her and even hate her. I hate her for abandoning me for a scumbag, and I hate her for allowing me to witness her death with my own eyes.
But later, when he gradually understood depression, the hatred in his heart turned into pity.
It's not that she doesn't care about him, the things under her name are enough to explain everything. She just couldn't hold on any longer, so she chose to leave.
Jing Ji hugged the lily that was not even allowed to be touched by Yingjiao, put it in front of the tomb, and bowed three times to the tombstone respectfully.
He didn't know what Yingjiao's mother looked like, nor did he know the reason for her death, but he still thanked her from the bottom of his heart.
Thank her for bringing Yingjiao to this world, so that he was lucky enough to meet him.
Yingjiao looked at the tombstone quietly. After getting to know Jing Ci, he seldom fought and started to study hard. Now that he has a fulfilling life and has someone as good as Jing Ci by his side, she should be relieved.
Yingjiao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened the bouquet crooked by the wind, turned to Jing Ci and said, "Let's go."
Jing Ci nodded and followed. After walking a few steps, he involuntarily looked back.
Secretly and boldly, I called Mom in my heart.
After yelling, he felt a little thick-skinned again, rubbed his face in embarrassment, and quickened his pace.
On the way back, Yingjiao told Jing Ci all the messy things about his family, including the cause of his mother's death.
"Are you always curious about the reason why I'm dizzy? It's because of that." Yingjiao put the subway card in his pocket and said indifferently, "But I'm used to it now."
Jing Ji was so distressed, he didn't know how to comfort Yingjiao, and he didn't want him to recall those sad things again. I had no choice but to hold his hand and said seriously: "It's okay, I'll help you look after it later."
With a smile on Yingjiao's lips, he gently broke away from him: "Yes."
When the two walked out of the subway station, it was already dark and they hadn't had dinner yet.
Yingjiao looked up, and remembered that there was a good Northwestern restaurant in the nearby square, so he walked there with Jingci.
Unexpectedly, just halfway through, he was blocked by a group of people gathered in front.
"What are you doing here?" Yingjiao frowned, dissatisfied, "It's all stuck here, it's like fighting a flood."
Jing Ji didn't know either, he was not naturally curious, and was about to tell Yingjiao whether to change to another restaurant, when he heard a conversation between a couple next to him—
The boy patted his chest and said, "Baby, don't worry, I promise to grab that bouquet of flowers!"
The girl blushed and said, "Okay."
Jing Ji listened a few more times before he understood. There is a couple who just made a successful marriage proposal in front of them. The girl wants to throw out the roses that the boy gave when he proposed to make others feel happy.
So all the men present with their girlfriends went crazy, trying to get the flowers.
"Brother, let's go..."
"You wait for me here." Yingjiao stuffed the phone into his hand, left a word, and strode forward.
He happened to catch up, and the flower in the girl's hand was thrown out at this time.
A bunch of men stretched their necks and stretched out their hands to reach, you push me, I step on you, no one will let anyone else.
Just when a man in a suit and leather shoes looked joyful and was about to reach for the flowers, a hand appeared out of nowhere and cut off the bouquet of roses halfway.
Yingjiao easily landed on the ground, smiled provocatively at the man, turned and walked back.
Then, under the envious and jealous eyes of all the men, he stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Jing Ci's arms without hesitation.
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I don’t know when Jing Ci and I will “know the root and the bottom”
I went out to dinner with my friends before, and I met a man and a woman standing outside a circle of candles and staring affectionately. My friend pulled me up.
Me: Isn’t it just a set of dolls, what’s so interesting about it
My friend: ... Bah! It was a marriage proposal!