The window happened to be facing Yun Xia's house not far away. Jiang Heng hadn't noticed it before, but he didn't expect to see such a scene today.
The heavy rain blocked the line of sight, making it impossible to see clearly.
Only two figures could be vaguely seen, standing under the eaves, the tall one seemed to be reaching out to hug the short one.
Jiang Heng watched indifferently, and gently placed the sugar bowl in his hand on the table. In those cold and beautiful pupils, there was an indelible black color of thick ink.
With a blank expression on his face, the boy turned and went out.
He stepped down from upstairs, his indifferent appearance was the same as before, his slender figure was in a casual posture, Father Jiang didn't notice anything.
It wasn't until the boy passed by without saying a word that he took off his glasses and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"
When he looked up and saw the boy's expression, Father Jiang froze.
On that beautiful fair face, the eyes were as dark as ink, expressionless.
Jiang's father was surprised. When the child passed by, he grabbed his wrist and frowned deeply: "...what's the matter, why is your face so pale?"
Jiang Heng had no expression on his face, only his eyes were deep and dark.
He raised his hand slightly, trying to pull out his wrist.
Jiang's father didn't let him leave, and felt that his body temperature was not right. He got up and touched his son's fair forehead, before sighing: "I have a fever."
In fact, the child is in good health and hardly ever gets sick. It's just that he's had a bit of hypoglycemia recently, hasn't eaten well, and it's raining again today, so it's not uncommon to have a fever.
"Go upstairs and lie down, I'll get you some antipyretics." Father Jiang let go of his wrist and told him.
The boy didn't speak either.
At first, he kept withdrawing his hands expressionlessly, but now he was finally let go. He continued to move forward without a single pause. His delicate and beautiful face was pale and cold.
Jiang's father finally realized that something was wrong, and asked repeatedly: "Where are you going?"
You have a fever, and you still go out with such a cold look? With such an indifferent expression, it doesn't look like he's looking for Xia Xia... It's almost like looking for a love rival with a knife.
The boy didn't reply, he opened the door calmly and left.
Father Jiang: "..."
The kid didn't even have an umbrella.
It's not really angry and looking for a rival.
He put on his glasses, looked at the pouring rain outside the door again, pondered for a while, and didn't catch up.
He knew Jiang Heng.
My child has an indifferent personality. From childhood until now, I have never seen him flustered. He has always been calm and rigorous, as cold as ice.
So Father Jiang was very relieved of what he did and didn't interfere too much. With the way he looks today, there must be something very important.
Father Jiang looked out the window thoughtfully.
It was raining heavily.
In front of Yun's house.
The girl stretched out her hand and pushed Zhou Heng away, frowning, a little speechless: "You came to me just to give me a hug?"
The fair boy scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Because I'm going to participate in a competition... I heard that hugging someone you like brings good luck..."
He spoke coyly, Yun Xia frowned in disgust, and said coldly: "Next time, don't hug me first without saying hello, I don't like being hugged by others. You already hugged me today, you can go."
Zhou Heng faltered and hesitated for a long time, and when he saw the girl was about to turn around and enter the door, he suddenly asked: "That... do you like Jiang Heng?"
Yun Xia opened the door and asked casually, "What?"
"You said you can only make friends if you study well..."
The girl turned her head slightly, expressionless.
"Except for those who are indifferent to me."
(end of this chapter)