Jingxiu has always been a person who does more than he talks. He is obviously a passionate and unrestrained Frenchman, but his temperament seems to follow his mother's introverted restraint. The words "like" and "love", except when he broke through the ambiguity, were rarely heard by Jingxiu at other times.
People who are used to protecting themselves with coldness and calmness, but now open their bodies to accept themselves without reservation, open their hearts to show their love, and still want to appease themselves in such a situation. Ji Yuyan was full of pain.
How Jingxiu loves her.
This is her lost treasure. Ji Yuyan blinked again, and a string of crystal tears came.
Jingxiu wiped her tears with his thumb, and said hoarsely, "Who is the little crying bag?"
Ji Yuyan stopped her tears and smiled embarrassedly. She tilted her head and kissed Jingxiu's palm, "Who are you talking about?"
"Which little crying bag made the pillow wet?" She pressed Jingxiu's hand onto the pillow, leaned down and whispered in Jingxiu's ear.
Jingxiu felt the smoothness between Ji Youyan's fingers and the wetness on the pillow, thinking of her emotional performance, she was so ashamed that she wanted to bury herself.
She drew back her hand to cover Ji Youyan's mouth, and said angrily, "You talk a lot."
She turned sideways and wanted to change her posture to fight back. Ji Youyan had been prepared for a long time, and quickly rubbed her knees against her eyes. Jingxiu was still in the lingering rhyme, and she was caught off guard.
She stared at Ji Youyan with a charming look, and Ji Youyan was not afraid at all. "Axiu, I don't remember anything." She coaxed, "I'll take you to recall."
It's like an iceberg that has been snowing for many years has been melted, and like a volcano that has been sleeping for many years, Ji You is tireless, and Jingxiu is half-assaulted, and he is not defeated.
It was late at night, and people were not quiet.
"Yanyan... no..." Jingxiu's voice was completely hoarse.
Ji Youyan looked at Jingxiu, who was as soft and deceiving as a little milk cat, and was full of love. She withdrew her hand calmly, rubbed the tip of her nose and said, "Okay, no more."
She put her pillow on Jingxiu's pillow, held Jingxiu in her arms and waited for her to recover, then dragged her sore body, got out of bed and took a clean towel, wet it with warm water, and returned to the bed to help Jingxiu clean up the mess she left behind.
Jingxiu put his legs together: "I'll do it myself."
"Missing around will make the gun go off the rails." Ji Youyan pressed Jingxiu's shoulder and said with a smile.
Jingxiu bit her lip, covered her eyes and let Ji Youyan move.
Ji Youyan's fingertips ran across Jingxiu's long scar, and Jingxiu curled up his fingers unconsciously.
Different from the one in the video, the long scar from Jingxiu's lower abdomen to the bottom of the chest, in addition to the line of "forgive", there is also a red rose in full bloom, the branches and vines are just right up the scar, completely covering it. That scar.
Jade-like skin and fire-like roses complement each other and are glamorous and moving. Ji Youyan was so amazed that he couldn't take his eyes away.
"Why roses?" Ji Youyan asked softly.
Jingxiu removed his hand covering his eyes, stared at Ji You and said, "Because it looks like you."
Ji You was puzzled, and Jingxiu said lightly, "A rose has thorns, and if you hold it tightly in your hand, you will be easily stabbed."
Ji Youyan thought of the grievances he had caused Jingxiu, and his eyes showed guilt, "Axiu, I..."
Jingxiu interrupted her with a slight smile: "But its thorns are born to resist the external environment and maintain moisture to protect themselves. Roses have thorns, and only roses can grow."
She hooked Ji Yuyan's little finger with her little finger, and took her to the "forgive" under the rose: "I really understand it, so I really forgive it."
Ji Youyan looked into Jingxiu's beautiful and gentle eyes, and her heart became hot with her fingertips.
She lowered her head and kissed the petals of the rose along the branch of the rose, pious and gentle, bringing the itch all the way.
Jingxiu's body trembled with her kiss. "Yanyan..." She couldn't help raising Ji Yuyan's face lightly.
Ji Youyan raised his head obediently, pressed Jingxiu's hand and stroked his face: "Rose believes in the flower pickers, and is willing to cut off all her thorns."
Jingxiu's heart is vivid and his eyes are like water.
Ji Youyan said again: "Even if there are remaining thorns, it must be gentle." She rubbed Jingxiu's palm and said a pun: "Just now, did I stab tenderly?"
? ? Jingxiu was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what Ji Youyan was saying, his face was red.
She pulled the quilt to cover herself with one hand, took out Ji Youyan's hand with the other, and patted Ji Youyan's thigh fiercely.
In fact, she couldn't exert much force at all, but there was still a dull "pop" in the air.
"Ouch!" Ji Youyan cried out exaggeratedly, and the charming atmosphere disappeared.
Jingxiu felt distressed and felt that he had made a heavy hand. She pretended to be indifferent and said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep."
Ji Youyan said aggrieved: "My baby is so ruthless, I won't recognize anyone if I cover it with a quilt." That's what she said, but her subordinates meticulously helped Jingxiu straighten the quilt and tuck the quilt away.
"I'm going to rush and I'll come out right away." She kissed Jingxiu's forehead and turned off the light for Jingxiu.
After rinsing, she was afraid that Jingxiu had already fallen asleep, so she carefully opened the quilt and climbed onto the bed, moving gently close to Jingxiu.
"Does it still hurt?" Jingxiu said coldly.
Realizing that Jingxiu hadn't slept yet, Ji Youyan let go of his hands and feet and pulled Jingxiu into his arms, "What hurts?"
Jingxiu was hugged by her, and her whole body was warm. "The one I took."
Axiu still remember? Ji Youyan's heartstrings were moved, and he said affectionately: "Fool, it's gone for a long time."
Jingxiu finally calmed down, "Go to sleep, good night."
"Good night." Ji You said that Wenxiang nephrite was in his arms, and contentedly obeyed the drowsiness and went to sleep.
On the second day, Ji Yuyan fell asleep and woke up naturally. It was almost noon, Jingxiu was lying on her side on her pillow, still sleeping soundly.
Ji Youyan looked at the sleeping face of her jade-carved ice sculpture, and a smile overflowed from the corners of her lips. It is to have the satisfaction and stability of the whole world.
Without blinking, she stared at Jingxiu's curly long eyelashes, counting one by one...
The phone by the bed suddenly vibrated, and Ji Youyan quickly reached out and pressed it.
She turned her head to see Jingxiu's unaware appearance, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The call was from Yanzhou's mother, Ji Youyan frowned and wanted to put the phone back and call back later, but the phone vibrated again.
It's still Zhong Qingyu.
Ji Youyan hung up the phone again, sat up reluctantly, got out of bed lightly and went to the bathroom to call back.
After making two calls in a row, I thought it was an urgent matter, but when I called back, I found that it was just a short daily chat among the parents
Ji Youyan spoke in a low voice in the bathroom, but he was still worried about disturbing Jingxiu, and wanted to find an excuse to make a long story short.
When she was about to hang up, Zhong Qingyu stopped her and revealed the true intention of the call.
"Have you been too high-profile recently? Even my colleagues are asking me side-by-side about your public support for same-sex marriage." Zhong Qingyu tried to slow down, but the tone of his mouth was still hard on Ji Youyan's heart.
"So what?" Ji Youyan asked in a deep voice.
"What do you say? It's too late for so many people to hide from it. It's better for you to stand in the front, because you're afraid that it won't attract enough attention?" She read the media summary, Ji Youyan has lost a lot of cooperation because of this.
"Everyone hides like this and doesn't want to stand up, so who will speak up? Even if I am not myself, I enjoy more social resources than others, and I should assume more social responsibilities for the progress of this society. Speak up. Let alone me?" This is the responsibility that Jingxiu once wished her to have but she dared not to have, how timid she used to be, and how much she regretted it later.
"Whether you can pass or not is up to you and one less? Just because you are, you should be more careful. Don't you know what's going on with yourself and Jingxiu? Yanyan, I don't want someone to ask me next time, The question is directly about the scandal between you and Jingxiu." She originally meant that the affair between Ji Youyan and Jingxiu would really be exposed, because that would mean that Ji Youyan's future would be frustrated.
But listening to Ji Yuyan's ears turned into another meaning.
"Are you afraid that I will be exposed and make your faces dull?" Ji Youyan asked in frustration. "People like us should hide in the corner quietly and live on, right?"
Zhong Qingyu suffocated. Blurred face? What light is there on her and Ji Changsong's faces? Ji Youyan, who was regarded by everyone as a role model for her own children, gave up her great future, and she and Ji Changsong have become the laughing stock of everyone for many years. Not to mention that she is not for face today, even if she is for face, shouldn't she be blamed? Ji Youyan and Jingxiu wrote a letter every week, and Fengfeng was trying to make them understand them a little more. Then, they asked Ji Youyan to understand them a little more, and they should be embarrassed about coming out of the closet
Zhong Qingyu's heart was also cold.
The two parted unhappily.
Jingxiu woke up in a daze when the second phone call came, and when Ji Youyan entered the bathroom, there were faint voices, and she woke up completely.
The conversation in the bathroom ended in visibly unpleasantness. Jingxiu's heart sank.
Afraid that Ji You would be embarrassed, Jing Xiu quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep when she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Ji Youyan sat back on the bed and was dazed for a while, Jingxiu pretended to have just woken up and put his arms around Ji Youyan's waist.
Ji Youyan was surprised, and a smile instantly rose on his face. She turned around and lay down halfway, propped one hand on the pillow, and lifted the bridge of Jingxiu's nose with the other, "My little lazy pig is awake."
Sunlight leaked into the light through the thick curtains, and in the dim light, Ji Yuyan's smiling eyes seemed to have stars twinkling.
Jingxiu was overwhelmed with pain, for Ji Youyan's pretending to be strong at the moment, and for Ji Youyan's countless times that she might not have discovered.
"If I'm a pig, then you're a pig too." She muttered while buried in Ji Youyan's waist. It's good to be like a pig, carefree, if only she could make Yanyan happy like a pig.
Ji Youyan enjoyed her rare attachment, rubbed the fine hair behind her head and said, "I am not. You are a pig, and I am a pig breeder."
As soon as the words fell, Jingxiu bit her angrily, Ji Youyan cried out, and laughed out loud.
Since Ji Youyan had a rehearsal tomorrow, after lunch, the two of them took it easy again. No matter how reluctant they were, Ji Youyan had to leave.
After staggering Ji Youyan's departure time, Jingxiu disguised herself and left the hotel at night.
On the way to the airport, she answered a call from Tao Xingruo.
"Where are you, Xiuxiu? Come back soon, grandpa was taken into the hospital by his uncle." Tao Xingruo said anxiously.
The author has something to say: I remember, hahaha, I said before that I blew my hair in the fifty chapters, and I blew it. Congratulations to Sister Ji for saving her almost frozen head.
Teacher Ji is delighted: I also received a lot of spicy sticks~
Teacher Jing is embarrassed: you shut up.
The melon eaters who lost the spicy strips are distressed: what about Seiko? ! It's so frustrating!