"I lost nine sachets in half a year. How can I still think about wearing sachets again?" Zhao Jingting laughed dumbly. He took Xie Lun's hand and squeezed it gently while continuing to walk forward, "Ah. Lun, tell me, what else did you steal from me in the past?"
Regarding the years in southern Xinjiang, for Zhao Jingting, they had always been tragic, depressing, frustrating, and bloody. However, after having Xie Lun, he realized that those years were still so sweet and precious. I really liked hearing Xie Lun tell him about the past in southern Xinjiang. The clearest, purest and most ignorant love buried in the young man's heart was the most rare treasure in his life.
However, he couldn't bear to force Xie Lun to talk about the past. Although Xie Lun's tone was always plain, Zhao Jingting could hear the sweetness and sadness, so no matter how curious Zhao Jingting was, he would never mention it unless it was Xie Lun spoke, and he listened honestly.
"I also stole a rhinoceros horn belt, two short knives from you, hehe, and three water bags that you drank from," Xie Lun said softly, feeling embarrassed again as he spoke. He glanced at Zhao Jingting secretly, while He whispered, "Are you particularly worthless?"
Zhao Jingting said nothing, but held Xie Lun's hand tighter, and Xie Lun even felt pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Xie Lun frowned and said a little guilty, "It's been so many years and you're still angry? Are you too petty?"
"Who is being petty? I'm annoyed that you didn't tell me everything," Zhao Jingting turned to Xie Lun and said to him seriously, "You obviously stole something from me, but you didn't tell me."
"What? It's impossible. I've always had a good memory," Xie Lun frowned and thought about it for a while, but couldn't remember. "What else did you throw away?"
"And you left it here..." Zhao Jingting said as he grabbed Xie Lun's hand and put it on his heart, "Alan, you also stole my heart."
Xie Lun was suddenly startled, and it took him a long time to react: "Zhao Jingting, are you sour?"
"What? Allen, you don't like me being bitter with you?" Zhao Jingting couldn't help but laugh, and said, "But I'm telling the truth, Allen, my heart has really been solidified by you. It’s in my hand.”
"I didn't steal it, it was you who stuffed it to me shamelessly with both hands, so I reluctantly accepted it." Xie Lun became arrogant again and looked at Zhao Jingting in a coquettish manner, "That old heart of yours, It's tough and old, so I wouldn't steal it. If I didn't see how pitiful you were, I wouldn't take it."
"Yes, yes, I am shameless," Zhao Jingting said with a smile, holding Xie Lun's hand and continuing to walk forward, "There is a store selling mutton pot stickers in front. I heard that it tastes good. Let's go over and try it?"
"Okay, I've heard that their pot stickers are delicious." Xie Lun nodded hurriedly. He was really hungry, and secretly retracted the two people's intertwined hands into his wide sleeves.
He liked being held by Zhao Jingting like this, but there were so many people outside that he still had to avoid it, but he couldn't bear to let go of Zhao Jingting's hand, so he could only hide it in his sleeve.
Zhao Jingting naturally noticed Xie Lun's intention. He lowered his head and looked at the sleeves of the two of them hanging together. He was speechless for a long time, and then suddenly lifted up his sleeves. Under Xie Lun's surprised eyes, he leaned down and kissed her gently. He grabbed the back of Xie Lun's smooth hand.
“What are you doing?” Are you drunk yet?"