On the giant LED screen in the square, the photos of the couple were still playing. As the picture changes, the light also becomes stronger and weaker.
Jing Ci was holding the bouquet of flowers in a daze, and he couldn't react for a while.
Yingjiao didn't care at all when other people's eyes drifted over. He cleared his throat, reached out and brushed Jing Ci's hair: "The people in front are almost gone, let's go."
"Oh." Jing Ci took a step forward and followed him mechanically.
After walking a few steps, passing by the venue where he just proposed, he didn't come back to his senses until the strong light shone brightly on his face.
"Why do you..." His ears were a little red, and he said nervously, "How do you grab this?"
"You have already transferred your household registration to my house, what if I grab a flower for you?" Yingjiao looked down at him and smiled triumphantly: "Speaking of which, our relationship is much closer than theirs now."
Closer than just got engaged, isn't that...
Jing Ci pursed her lower lip, and her heart suddenly felt as sweet as drinking honey.
Yingjiao didn't let him hold the bouquet of flowers for too long, after all, Jing Ci is a big boy, so it's a bit unattractive. Only one was left, and the rest were placed in the restaurant where they ate.
After returning home, Jing Ci found an empty mineral water bottle and filled it with water. Put the rose into the bottle and put it on the coffee table in the living room.
Yingjiao went into the study for a while, and when he came out again, he was holding a photo album in his hand. He sat next to Jing Ci and turned to the first page: "You can choose whichever one you want."
Jing Ci's eyes lit up, and he hurried over.
The photos are sorted by age, and the first page is all snapshots of him when he was just born.
A small ball, the skin is not as red as other newborns, but a little pink. Wearing light blue baby clothes, lying obediently on the crib, sleeping peacefully with eyes closed.
Jing Ci's heart melted when he saw it, and he liked it so much that he stretched out his fingers unconsciously to touch it.
"You want this?" Yingjiao laughed, pulled out the photo, pushed it to Jing Ci, and turned down a page.
Yingjiao on the second page is a bit bigger. He is sitting on the sofa, holding a building block in his hand, and looking towards the camera. I don't know who provoked him, the little brows were furrowed in dissatisfaction, inexplicably cute.
"This..." Jing Ji looked up at Yingjiao shyly: "I want it too."
Yingjiao squinted his eyes, didn't know what he thought of, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay."
Flipping through the photo album page by page, Yingjiao has also grown from a babbling baby to a handsome young boy.
Every photo is beautiful, Jing Ci likes all of them, and finally succeeds in picking them. The greedy one wants it, and that one wants it too.
"Baby," Ying Jiao lazily leaned on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Ci: "I can give it all to you..."
Jing Ci carefully held the photo, nervously waiting for his next words.
"What do you give in exchange?"
Jing Ji remembered the terms of exchange last night, and his throat felt a little dry.
Yingjiao rubbed his white and clean ankles again and again, and said with a smirk: "Say."
"I..." Jing Ji clenched his fists and made countless psychological constructions for himself, but he still couldn't say that colorful sentence.
"That's it." Yingjiao let him go, pretending to be generous and said: "I won't bully you, this time there is only one condition."
Jing Ci was overjoyed and nodded quickly.
"Call my husband to come and listen."
Jing Ci was stunned, and then his face quickly turned red.
"Why are you ashamed?" Yingjiao propped his face with one hand, looked at him leisurely, and said sanctimoniously: "We are both on the same household registration book, why can't we let go?"
Although what Ying Jiao said was true, this title was still too shameful for Jing Ci. He really couldn't open his mouth, so he retorted in a low voice: "The household registration book... I am your cousin in the household registration book."
"Yes, Jingshen." Ying Jiao gritted his teeth lightly: "I've learned to talk back." He casually picked up the ballpoint pen on the coffee table, and raised Jing Ci's chin: "Are you forcing me to use other means?"
"You think you can't do anything if you can't touch it, don't you?" Yingjiao smiled and whispered a few words in his ear.
Jing Ci's face was astonishingly hot in an instant, he turned his head and stammered in rejection: "No, no..."
"Is that called?" Yingjiao rubbed his lips lightly with a pen, his face was full of anger: "Otherwise, maybe in the next second, my conditions will be changed."
When Jing Ci heard this, he became anxious.
He wanted those photos engraved with Yingjiao's growth trajectory so much, he gritted his teeth and nodded his head.
So one night, Ying Jiao shamelessly leaned on the photos of himself when he was a child, and listened to it all in one breath.
The next day, Yingjiao wanted to take Jingci out to play. I heard from He Porridge that a shooting club opened not far away. The last time I was in the video game city, Yingjiao could tell that he liked this kind of more exciting activities. Unexpectedly, Jing Ci fell ill.
He himself was so stupid that he never noticed it. Seeing him drinking water all the time, Yingjiao felt something was wrong. I found out after touching his forehead and taking his temperature.
"37.9 degrees." Yingjiao put down the thermometer, stood up and said, "Put on your coat, and I'll take you to the hospital."
"No need." Jing Ci has always lived a rough life, let alone a low-grade fever, which is not a big deal, and said indifferently: "There is nothing uncomfortable, but the nose is a little hot, it doesn't matter."
"I still have to go and have a look." While speaking, Yingjiao had already packed up quickly. While opening the car-calling software, he coaxed: "Be good, otherwise what if the temperature rises?"
"It's really fine." Jing Ji took a sip of water and comforted him: "Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest during this period, maybe I'll be fine after I get some sleep later."
"Why are you so stubborn." Yingjiao had nothing to do with him, thought for a while, and took the ice water from his hand: "Don't drink this, I'll go and heat you up."
Jing Ci nodded, and when Yingjiao was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped him: "Brother..."
"Huh?" Yingjiao turned around: "What's wrong?"
Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it down: "It's okay."
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao walked back to him, and said softly, "What's wrong with me?"
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, and after a while, he whispered: "Is it, is it that your mother is not satisfied with me?"
Yingjiao said dumbly: "Baby, what have you been thinking about all day long?" He had no choice but to sit down beside Jing Ci: "You have good grades and good personality, and it's too late for her to like you."
"But," Jing Ji was still worried, he licked his dry lips: "I'm a man..."
"What's wrong with the man?" Yingjiao sneered: "I chased you first. If my mother is angry, she should be angry with me instead of you." He rubbed Jing Ci's head: "Don't think too much, just It was just a coincidence."
Yingjiao knew that Jing Ji valued their relationship too much, so he couldn't help it. With a smile on his lips, he deliberately teased: "Didn't Lao Liu let you write in the party application last time? Can't you do it? Jingshen, they are all party activists. What kind of feudal superstition are you engaging in?"
Jing Ci also felt a little baffled by Yingjiao's words. He smiled embarrassingly, the miscellaneous things in his mind finally dispersed.
"Go to the bedroom and lie down for a while. After the water is boiled, I'll bring it to you."
"it is good."
Jing Ci didn't want to sleep, but he had a fever and his head was already groggy. In addition, I worked too hard some time ago, and my body was still a little weak, so I fell asleep soon after touching the pillow.
Then, he dreamed again.
It is said to be a dream, but it is actually more like watching a movie, but the consciousness has been unable to wake up.
In the sixth month when he was imprisoned in the system space, when Qiao Anyan imitated him again and again and was close to Yingjiao, Yingjiao finally discovered the clue.
Compared to the previous dream, he was much thinner, the lines of his face became sharper, and his eyes were dark and dull. The temperament of the whole body is suppressed to the extreme, as if it will explode with a light touch.
As for Qiao Anyan, he became that reckless person.
Jing Ci had never seen Yingjiao like this: cruel and cold-blooded, as if Qiao Anyan, who was crying and begging for mercy in front of him, was not alone, but a chicken, duck, and livestock that could be killed at will.
But he didn't feel scared, just felt distressed.
Qiao Anyan, who is covered in soft bones, can't stand the torture of Yingjiao, and it didn't take long for him to tell everything—
"I didn't do it... It's that system! It says, as long as I make everything about Jing Ci mine, I can replace him as the protagonist of this world."
"Now... now it's all about your feelings."
"Because, because you are another protagonist."
... ... ...
Success is also Qiao Anyan, and failure is also Qiao Anyan.
The system needs to rely on Qiao Anyan's superior to collect energy to strengthen itself, so it specially selected a simple-minded person who is easy to manipulate. But he didn't expect that in the end, because of this characteristic of him, he would easily reveal the secret of his existence.
It can't do anything to Yingjiao, there are only two protagonists in the world. It doesn't matter if one dies, but if both die, the whole world will quickly collapse. And as the initiator of the destruction of the world, it will be formatted.
So, this time, Jing Ji finally knew his true origin.
He is not wearing a book, he is from this world.
It was Yingjiao who threatened suicide and forced the system to send him to another world when his death was irreversible.
The system promised Yingjiao that as long as his soul is raised well, it will automatically return.
So Yingjiao relied on that illusory hope, hoping day by day...
Jing Ci's heart was sour, and he suddenly woke up.
The purpose of entry was the mug with a simple design on the bedside table. He reached out and touched it, and the body of the mug was warm.
Jing Ci got up and held the cup in his hand, his eyes slowly turned red.
He always thought that lying in the trash can in the cold winter months was the most ruthless abandonment in the world. But it was only now that he realized that it was all the love that a person tried his best to give him.