Yin Che was holding the milk cup and forgot to drink it.
After a long time, I remembered this sentence: "Your father said it very well."
"Well, I think so too." Jiang Yao touched his cup, "Drink quickly, it's going to be cold."
After the mobile phone has been sent around, more than 20 talents have ordered seven or eight hundred yuan, which is too economical.
"Don't save me." Jiang Yao added some drinks and snacks, counted more than 1,000, and placed the order directly.
Half an hour later, takeaways were delivered one after another, covering all the tables in the living room, dining room, and bar. A group of people chatted while eating. The topic was just some school gossip, occasionally interspersed with other school gossip.
Foreign schools mainly refer to No. 1 Middle School.
Yin Che was very proud to hear them talk about Lieutenant Colonel No. 1, but Jiang Yao insisted on interjecting: "Just that stinky brother..."
He kicked under the table.
Jiang Yao immediately shut up.
Halfway through the meal, I don't know who suddenly screamed: "Help!"
Everyone thought something happened, and they all asked nervously, "What's the matter?"
The person who just screamed raised his head and said in horror, "The grades are out! My mother just sent it to me!"
"what!!"
"I rely on!!"
"dying!!"
There was a scream in the villa, and the expressions on almost everyone's faces were like hell.
Zhao Cheng: "I don't see it, I don't see it. If I don't see it, I don't know. If I don't see it, it means I didn't post it.
No way, although I don't want to get results, I can't help but be curious.
Jiang Yao said leisurely: "Oh? Did you get your grades? Let me see how you did in the test. If you fail the test, you will know the consequences, right?"
The atmosphere became even more terrifying.
"Fuck, God, bless me, Amen." Zhao Cheng incoherently crossed the phone on his chest, worshipped devoutly to the immortal, and turned on the phone with trembling hands.
The grades of No. 8 Middle School are sent to each student individually. The grades of each subject, class rank, and grade rank are clear at a glance, and they die very happily.
"Seventy-two... I'm done..." Zhao Cheng saw his grade ranking, and his thoughts were all despairing, "I don't think it will be any better this winter vacation... Brother Yao, brother, go first, remember to come and give me incense at Qingming..."
Jiang Yao smiled: "I asked you to patronize to find a partner, but your grades have dropped? The leader has only such a score in the test, how can you convince the public? How can you let your brothers raise their heads in front of other schools?"
Zhao Cheng was deeply ashamed: "I'm sorry brothers, I will definitely enter the top 50 in the grade next time, and I will live up to your trust in me and the organization you entrusted to me."
"..." Yin Che didn't know whether he was watching a gangster movie or a comedy movie.
Some people were in tears at the results, and some people danced and danced when they saw the results.
Huang Jun held up his mobile phone and danced wildly in the villa, running from one end to the other: "I finally got the 250th place in the exam! Hahahaha! I don't have to be punished! I'm 250! I'm 250!"
"… "
Sure, it should be a comedy.
Yin Che suspected that Jiang Yao's punishment was very perverted, otherwise how could the child be forced into such a state.
When the takeout was eaten, everyone digested the sudden final exam results.
The atmosphere became lively again, and a group of people began to scream again.
"Turn off the lights!" Zhao Cheng shouted.
The person leaning on the switch turned off the ceiling light, and the living room was instantly plunged into darkness, only the light of the candles on the cake flickered.
"Happy birthday to you..." Everyone sang, some of the tunes didn't know where they went, and they sang very passionately.
Jiang Yao recognized the cold voice of the person beside him from dozens of voices, and the humming was very soft, but very pleasant.
He pursed his lips and blew out the candle with satisfaction.
The lights are on.
"Happy birthday! Cut the cake!" The people around shouted.
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows at his tablemate.
Yin Che didn't hesitate, picked up the knife and cut the first piece for him: "Here."
"Thank you." Jiang Yao took a sip, "Cheche cut is really delicious."
"Hey—" If other people couldn't see what they had, they were blind.
After dinner and cake, we had a good time again. At eight o'clock in the evening, some of the strict students at home said goodbye and went home one after another.
By nine o'clock, there were less than ten people left in the villa.
There are rooms upstairs in the villa, but there are only five, which means that someone must sleep with others.
Zhao Cheng was about to push his brother Yao out considerately, but Jiang Yao said first: "Cheche, I sleep with Zhao Cheng, you are alone, I will live next door to you, call me if you have anything."
Zhao Cheng's eyes widened: "Brother Yao? Such a gentleman?"
Jiang Yao kicked him: "When did I become a gentleman?"
Yin Che picked up his schoolbag: "No, I'll go back to school."
This time, it was Jiang Yao's turn to stare: "You're going back so late? The dormitory building is locked at ten o'clock."
"I took a taxi and went back. I just checked the map and walked on the highway for 40 minutes. It was too late."
"Is something wrong with you going back?"
"fine."
"Why don't you stay when you have nothing to do? Didn't you have a good time today? Stay here. I'll take you back to school tomorrow morning."
"I only promised to come to your birthday party, but I didn't promise to stay overnight." Yin Che picked up his schoolbag, "Let's go, bye."
Zhao Cheng and the others replied "Bye bye" stupidly.
I have seen one who is indifferent, but I have never seen one so indifferent. It is faster to turn a face than to turn a book.
Jiang Yao stopped him outside the door.
The night wind was very cold on a winter night. Jiang Yao had just taken off his coat in the villa. At this moment, he was only wearing a sweater that was not too thick.
Yin Che looked at him expressionlessly: "Go in, I really want to go back."
Jiang Yao stared at him silently, and suddenly smiled, with a very light smile: "The birthday wish I just made is the same as that night."
Chase after someone you like.
"Actually, I have nothing in my heart. After you rejected me that day, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know which direction to work hard in."
"You're not interested in my appearance, and you don't seem to be interested in me as a person. You don't respond to anything I do, and you even resist."
Jiang Yao slowly inhaled the cold air.
"Can you tell me what I'm doing wrong? Like tonight, why do I have to go back? What can I do to make you stay? I swear I'll never touch you or enter your room, I just thought ...you can spend this birthday with me."
Yin Che looked at him through the night.
In my impression, Jiang Yao was always so confident that he was almost narcissistic, as if he had never shown such an expression.
Carefully, praying.
Yin Che also began to feel cold, the cold wind poured into his collar, and the scar on his neck was aching again.
"You're doing all right." He forced himself not to look away, "Just chasing the wrong person."
"… reject me again?"
"Um."
Jiang Yao stared at him for a long time, trying to find a trace of lying on his face.
But nothing was found.
Yoon Che really doesn't like him.
Jiang Yao raised his head, looked at the dark winter night, sighed long, and the white mist he exhaled was blown away by the wind.
"understood."
Then he passed by and entered the villa.
Yin Che stood there for a while, sniffed, and walked to the intersection of the taxi.
He didn't go far when he heard hurried footsteps behind him and stopped beside him.
Jiang Yao put on a coat and carried a schoolbag, the same as when he came.
"It's too late, the road is not safe, I'll take you back."
Yin Che was slightly startled: "No need..."
"Just this time." Jiang Yao smiled, "I just changed my wish to hope that I can send you back to school tonight, can you help me realize it?"
"..." Yin Che didn't know what else to say.
The young man smiled pure, without a trace of impurities.
Couldn't bear to refuse any more.
"… All right."
The two of them were lucky. As soon as they reached the intersection, they encountered an empty car. When they got on the bus, it was a quarter past nine, and it took 40 minutes to get to the school. They should be able to catch up.
The air-conditioning temperature in the taxi was very high, making people sleepy.
He usually talks a lot and Jiang Yao was very quiet the whole time. Yin Che couldn't help but glanced to the side and found that he closed his eyes and seemed to be taking a nap.
Yin Che's eyes turned out of the car window.
The driver avoided the congested route in the city and took an elevated road.
From Dongcheng No. 8 Middle School to Xicheng No. 1 Middle School, it is only 30 kilometers.
But these 30 kilometers are separated by millions of people. In a sense, the meeting of two people is a kind of miracle.
Jiang Yao is a miracle in his life. Yin Che thought to himself.
But he needed another miracle.
Does God really give a person two miracles
The taxi got off the elevated and slowed down. After turning five or six corners, it slowly stopped at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School.
The driver turned his head: "Here, cash is still..."
"Shh..." The boy in the back seat pressed his index finger to his lips.
The other boy leaned against the back of the chair, looked peaceful, and fell asleep with gentle breathing.
Jiang Yao paid the money, put his schoolbag on his chest, got out of the car and walked to the other door, opened the door, bent down, gently helped the sleeping person out of the car, turned around and carried it on his back.
The driver looked at the back of the two teenagers in the night, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Youth...
Before ten o'clock, the dormitory manager saw that they were back late and didn't say anything. Many students didn't go home this week and stayed at school to review. It's not surprising to go out for activities at night.
Jiang Yao carried the sleeping Yin Che up to the third floor, and happened to meet Zhang Ke who came out to sleep.
Zhang Ke's eyes widened: "What did you do to my brother Che!"
"Be quiet, Brother Che is sleepy."
"Oh oh..." Zhang Ke immediately lowered his voice and followed them, "Didn't you go home? Why did you come back?"
"It's not for him." Jiang Yao shook the person on his back and slept soundly without being woken up at all.
When he arrived at the door of 306, he remembered that he didn't have the key to Yin Che's bedroom, and it was difficult to search through his schoolbag. Jiang Yao could only carry the person back to his dormitory for the time being.
Zhang Ke helped him take out the key to open the door, and watched Jiang Yao lay Yin Che flat on the bed: "Then where are you going to sleep tonight? It's impossible to squeeze a bed, right?"
Jiang Yao wanted to squeeze, but he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to open them.
Was beaten to death by his roommate.
"You go back first, there is always a way, the big deal is that I lie on the desk and sleep for one night."
Zhang Ke: "Okay, call me again if you have something to do."
When Zhang Ke left, Jiang Yao turned on the heater first, and the temperature in the bedroom slowly rose. When he felt hot, he started to take off his clothes.
Take off Yoon Che's clothes.
He stood by the bed, holding Yin Che's back with his left hand, and took off his school uniform jacket with his right.
In this posture, Yin Che was half embraced by him.
After taking off his clothes, he was still a little reluctant to let go.
The brat tilted his head, frowning slightly, as if something was bothering him in his dream.
Jiang Yao's hand patted his back through the sweater and whispered in his ear.
After a few minutes, Yin Che's brows relaxed.
Jiang Yao gently placed him flat on his bed, then squatted down and took off his shoes.
Yin Che's feet were a little cold, and his socks were cold to the touch. It was all right, Jiang Yao sat on the edge of the bed, held his ankle, put it on his lap, and wanted to wrap it in his clothes to keep him warm.
Rabbit's ankle joints are very hard, just like his temper, but Jiang Yao suddenly touched something soft, like a rope.
Jiang Yao vaguely recalled that Yin Che seemed to be wearing accessories on his feet, probably the kind of red rope that had been tied to safety since childhood.
He was a little curious and pulled up Yin Che's trouser legs.
A red string indeed.
However, the weaving is particularly ugly, twisted and twisted, and the knots are all wrong. In some places, the rope has been unraveled and rough. Rather than an ornament, it is more like a discarded rope that has not been woven properly.
At the connection of the red rope, a firm knot was tied.
Unless it is cut, it cannot be unraveled in a lifetime.