Cang Ji was stared coldly behind his back, almost suspicious that Jing Lin heard what he just said. Unexpectedly, Jinglin stared at it for a long time, then covered the book again, Cang Ji touched his chest with lingering fears.
When the sky is completely dark, the fluorescent lights in the courtyard are flying. Le Yan entered and fed Chu Lun medicine, and the two of them whispered something. Although Cang Ji couldn't hear the specifics, he also knew that he could not be heard by an outsider. So Cang Ji kindly let go of the grass essence and went down the house to find Jinglin with a stone.
Jing Lin was wearing a slate blue shirt today, and his wrist was exposed to the night with his slender fingers, which caused the grass and crickets to be restless. The book covered his face, but left his neck unmistakably exposed. The card with the graceful neck line is hidden between the tightly buttoned collars, and the azurite and moist white complement each other, which is far more enticing to explore than if it is revealed frankly.
Cang Ji pointed at the rattan chair, and saw that the chair expanded silently, twice as large. He rolled over and dipped his arms in Jinglin's scent. But he is very tall, and the rattan chair that is twice as large is also very crowded, and his shoulders, arms, legs and feet are next to Jing Lin.
The two of them were silent for a while, and suddenly heard Cang Ji say: "I'm depending on you like this, is it like a chick, treating you as a mother?"
Jinglin gave him a kick under the book, Cang Ji laughed out loud, picked the book on Jinglin's face, flipped through it casually, and said, "If you cover your face with something full of words, you are not afraid of leaving ink... It's really printed."
Jing Lin wanted to get up, Cang Ji pressed his shoulders, leaned over to take a closer look, and said nonsense in his mouth: "Half of the face is garishly printed, I don't believe you touch it."
Jing Lin touched his cheeks in a daze, Cang Ji frowned and said, "It's not here, I'll take you to touch." Yin Luo shook Jing Lin's hand, touched her index finger and said, "Wipe it off for you."
Cang Ji's fingertips exerted a little force on Jing Lin's cheeks, wiping out a little red mark. Jing Lin looked at him, and his eyes were so squeezed that he couldn't hold anything else. Cang Ji smiled while wiping, but he didn't show it to Jing Lin at the end, he took the handkerchief and went around behind Jing Lin and pretended to wipe his hands. Jing Lin's cheeks were rubbed hot, the more expressionless he was, the more Cang Ji felt that teasing him like this was distressing and beloved.
Distressed and beloved
What do you love
Cang Ji couldn't chew it out, so he laughed, thinking that he really regarded Jing Lin as a mother.
Mosquitoes are incessant on summer nights, and they are annoyingly noisy around the lanterns. In the room, Chu Lun and Le Yan seemed to have fallen asleep. The courtyard was panicked for no reason, and even the fireflies became an eyesore.
Cang Ji got his hands and sweated. He pulled his neckline and asked Jinglin, "Isn't it hot when the buckle is so tight?"
The small pillow under Jinglin's neck was squeezed crookedly, he straightened up, and then said, "It's not hot."
Cang Ji rushed into the seam of his collar and said, "I'm soaked with sweat."
Jing Lin touched his neck with hindsight, only to realize that he was not sweating at all. Cang Ji lay down on the chair and said to Jing Lin, "Cool me a few times, it's so hot today, I'm out of water and out of shape, and I'm tired."
Jing Lin said: "It's still hot."
Cang Ji turned his head and said, "I'm still a juvenile, and it's normal that I can't live without you."
Jing Lin couldn't help giving him another kick, Cang Ji laughed. His shoulders and arms looked strong even when he was lying on his stomach, and his eyes were half closed as he laughed more and more lazily.
"I want to come now." Cang Ji was sleepy and yawned, "It's only half a year, but I feel that the years in the mountains are like the past, and there are many things I can't remember."
"Wait for you to live longer." Jing Lin leaned back and was touched by the breeze, and said, "There will be more if you can't remember."
Cang Ji seemed to be asleep and didn't answer.
Jing Lin was blowing the night wind and felt his eyelids heavy. He opened his eyes weakly, and saw that the lantern under the eaves was extinguished. When the courtyard is broken down, it returns to the moonlight, and the fireflies live in the blades of grass. Jing Lin also closed his eyes, and the surroundings fell into silence, all in a sleeping atmosphere.
About a moment, a shadow infiltrated from outside the hospital. The visitor stepped on the grass, as light as a feather, without making a sound. He arrived at the door like a ghost, and the door opened on its own. The music inside is soundly asleep. When someone comes, he draws a rope and makes one or two gestures, trying to tie the person.
The grass spirit slammed into the door, raised his arms, and screamed softly. Its call made fireflies fly around, shaking people's faces. The person who came hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his face, and kicked the grass spirit away angrily.
The grass spirit rolled around on the steps and fell to the ground with a "slap". The visitor had already bound Le Yan and rushed out the door. Unexpectedly, the grass grows wildly in the courtyard, and the hair is entangled and surging, enclosing the entire yard.
The visitor said annoyed: "Dare to block the way of the young master! In your eyes!"
He slapped his hand and hit the grass until the grass rose, but the hook was so strong that he didn't give him a single crack. He lifted his leg and stepped on Leyan's small stool, and when he saw the stool tossing up, he suddenly hit the grass spirit. The grass was on the flower bone, and it turned around and ran. It crawled into the rattan chair mindlessly, and hid in the gap between Jinglin and Cang Ji.
Cang Ji's back was itchy, and he immediately opened his eyes. The wicker chair under him has been sinking into the waves, floating like a boat in the grass. He first picked up the grass essence with his backhand, and was dizzy in the next wave.
When the visitor saw that Qicao had already wrapped the whole yard firmly, he flicked his sleeves, and a golden pattern quickly circled his side, only rushing towards the rattan chair.
Cang Ji rolled over and slammed into Jing Lin, he had a headache and said, "Don't shake! Grandpa is seasick!"
The grass spirit just screamed, no matter what he said. The rattan chair swayed with the waves in the grassy sea, and Cang Ji almost vomited out.
"Help!" Cang Ji shouted to Jing Lin, "Jing... want to vomit..."
Jing Lin had already woken up, he covered Cang Ji's mouth and nose with one hand, and when he turned over and sat up, he paddled the sea of grass with his feet. The whole rattan chair immediately stabilized. He was holding Cang Ji's half body. Before he could continue, he noticed that the golden pattern torrential rain was coming, and the rattan chair that was stabilized was almost overturned when the grass was frightened. Cang Ji's face turned pale, and he overwhelmed Jing Lin in the shock. The grass above his head swelled frantically, entangling the two of them tightly.
The grass spirit was already dazed with fright, and the rushing grass caused cracks in the wall, and Jing Lin couldn't breathe. Cang Ji was pressed on his body, and his whole body was entangled in grass, so he was close to Cang Ji.
"You..." Cang Ji couldn't scold, but felt that Jing Lin had shoved a few more points into his arms, and now the two of them were really lying on their necks.
Jing Lin was in pain from being strangled, and his gasping sound was hidden in Cang Ji's neck, and then the hot air exhaled made Cang Ji's neck numb for a while, and his scalp was itchy. He wanted to turn his head, and Jing Lin also wanted to turn his head, the two sides rubbed against each other, and Jing Lin noticed that his lips touched warmth. He was shocked, and then the warmth wanted to say something, but his lips and teeth met and melted together.
Cang Ji gasped in his throat, sweat seeping down Jinglin's neck along his temples. His palm seemed to be rubbed on a ball of snow, and he could feel that he had heated up and catalyzed the other party, allowing Jing Lin to melt into a pool of water, all of which were contained in his arms.
Compared with the "Qianyu"-like Jinglin, the real Jinglin makes Cang Ji know the taste. Everything that was bouncing in his chest could be attributed to the sweetness of this moment, he even fainted, but there was only a jumping temptation left.
Jing Lin raised his head back, but Cang Ji was chasing after him. Jinglin heard the "squeak" of the rattan chair, as if it could not bear the heat of the chair. His neckline was soaking wet, as if caught in a thrilling siege. The danger named "Cang Ji" was pressing step by step, drowning Jing Lin, making Jing Lin seem to be drowning, and even calling for help was greedy and clean, and he could only pant, be licked, bitten, and sucked.
Cang Ji embraced him, thinking that this person is very good, so his usual calmness is all fake, is he deceiving himself? How can I wrap my fingers and my heart with softness when I pick it up!
The grass spirit was squeezed so that there was nowhere to escape, the flower buds on the top of its head burst open, and it weepingly leaned against the cheeks of the two of them, holding Cang Ji's collar to call for help.
Cang Ji rubbed the tip of Jing Lin's ears and the corners of his eyes so brightly that he was dripping with sweat as if he was alive, and he regretted it when he left Jing Lin's lips. But the person behind the "bang bang bang" spoiler can't wait, and he can't allow him to continue to think about how he feels with his actions.
The person who came carrying Leyan couldn't see what was going on inside, but was blocked and lost his temper. When he saw that the golden pattern was not working, he stomped his feet to the ground.
The grass spirit was knocked down on the chair, and hurriedly protected the flower on her head, for fear that it would fall off.
"Make way for me!" the person said domineeringly, "Otherwise I will burn the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"
When his voice fell, he heard Jing Lin snort heavily. With a chill behind him, he abruptly dodged. Cang Ji's fist hit the back of his neck, he turned over to block, but was still smashed back again and again, and his arms were numb. He was not convinced, and he suddenly lifted his robe and kicked people, his legs and feet were as fast as the wind, and he even attacked Cang Ji's gate of life. Cang Ji countered each other, hating this person for no reason, just thought this person was so uninteresting!
Although the foot was hit a few times, the pain was terrifying. He jumped a few times and scolded: "You bastard! What? Why is it so hard!"
Cang Ji felt that the words sounded familiar, he turned over the man's arms, threw them to the ground, gave him another kick, and said, "I am your grandfather."
"Bah!" The arrested person was furious and cursed, "I am your grandfather's grandfather!"
"Really." Cang Ji sneered, still thinking about how hot Jing Lin was just now, and now he gave him a few kicks, "I don't know which reincarnation is my grandfather! If you want to be, I will give you a ride. !"
"You dare!" The people below kicked their legs and feet, "If you dare to hurt me, the young master will pry at your ancestral grave in the future!"
Cang Ji really wanted to be laughed at by this man, he pulled the rope from Le Yan, tied the man tightly, and threw it in the courtyard.
"Today I will see how you pry Laozi's ancestral grave!"
The grass spirit ran over with the wind, jumped on the person's body and stomped on it, and the flower on his head closed again.
Chu Lun coughed violently inside, touching the bed and calling, "Leyan, Leyan!"
Le Yan still slept soundly, Cang Ji threw him into the house, turned around and rolled up his cuffs, crouched down and said, "Let Grandpa see what you look like first!"
The lantern under the eaves instantly lit up, Cang Ji and the boy below looked at each other, and immediately shouted in unison, "Why are you?!"
Ah Yi slumped on the ground with a humiliated face, rolled around in shame and hated, "It's you again! You, you!"
He didn't dare to spit out all kinds of scolding on the tip of his tongue, he could only groan in the grass in anger, and even his face flushed.
"I want to catch this pen demon!" Ah Yi couldn't bear it any longer, "You care?! It's none of your business!"
Cang Ji sneered silently from the backlight, and A Yi was instantly horrified. He remembered that he had just glanced at the shadow of the hug in the chaos, and said without hesitation: "—I see! You and Jinglin are so shameless! Come here and kiss me! God, I can meet you at night. , my hair is going to be sour!"