Near 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the prisoners left the library one after another and went to the factory to participate in labor.
No one noticed that there was a person sitting opposite Jiang Chijing, neither reading nor wanting to leave.
After the prisoners in the library were all gone, Zheng Mingyi carried a chair to Jiang Chijing's desk and called out, "Officer Jiang."
Jiang Chijing said angrily, "You sit outside."
Zheng Mingyi said: "I want to see the stock trend."
Yes, the warden actually agreed with Zheng Mingyi to use a computer. Jiang Chijing had never seen such a ridiculous thing.
There are all kinds of data cables on the table, it is inconvenient to change the direction of the display screen, and Jiang Chijing has to stare at Zheng Mingyi without using the computer to do bad things, he can only agree to Zheng Mingyi sitting beside him.
From Jiang Chijing's entry to the present, no one has ever entered his office, let alone touched his computer.
However, now, there are two big men huddled in the small fan-shaped office area. If Jiang Chijing is not careful, his knees will touch Zheng Mingyi's.
It was so close, so close that it was outrageous.
Before that, there was always an eight-meter-wide road between Jiang Chijing and Zheng Mingyi. This road represented a safe distance, which made Jiang Chijing feel very at ease.
Now let alone a safe distance, even the normal social distance between people cannot be maintained, and it has completely entered the range of intimate distance. God knows how much Jiang Chijing wants to throw Zheng Mingyi out of his office area.
"Officer Jiang, what is this?"
Zheng Mingyi's voice interrupted Jiang Chijing's thoughts. Following Zheng Mingyi's line of sight, he glanced at the computer screen and saw that the mouse was hovering over a software icon. After the software was opened, entertainment would appear. room surveillance screen.
"It's none of your business."
Jiang Chijing quickly snatched the mouse back from Zheng Mingyi's hand. His fingertips touched Zheng Mingyi's fingers and the back of his hand, and there were still scars from Zheng Mingyi's fight a few days ago. It feels a little rough to touch.
"Except for stock trading software, you are not allowed to touch anything else." Jiang Chijing said.
"it is good."
This time, it was Zheng Mingyi who took the mouse away from Jiang Chijing's hand, and his palm covered the back of Jiang Chijing's hand, like oatmeal colliding with milk, and their complexions looked inexplicably harmonious.
Jiang Chijing hurriedly pulled his hand back as if he had been scalded by a soldering iron. At this time, Zheng Mingyi said again: "You can start studying, Officer Jiang."
Blue veins suddenly appeared on Jiang Chijing's forehead: "Don't you want to look at stocks?"
Zheng Mingyi turned to look at Jiang Chijing: "What does this have to do with me listening to books?"
It was the first time that Jiang Chijing met Zheng Mingyi's eyes at such a close distance. The bright light outside the window turned his pupils light brown, just like when he was drinking water by the window on the second floor before, Jiang Chijing was there. Same as what you see in a telescope.
Jiang Chijing looked back uncomfortably, picked up the "Strawberry Planting Technique" on the table irritably and read it.
"Strawberry is a light-loving plant, and if the light is too weak, it is not conducive to the growth of strawberry. Strawberry likes a warm and cool climate. When the temperature is higher than 30°C and the sunshine is strong, shading measures should be taken... "
One, two, three.
Jiang Chijing put down the book unbearably, looked at Zheng Mingyi and said, "Can you close your thighs?"
The knees of the two always touch each other by accident. Zheng Mingyi doesn't seem to care much, but Jiang Chijing can't concentrate, because the picture of Zheng Mingyi wearing shorts at home keeps popping up in his mind.
Sometimes Zheng Mingyi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the hem of his shorts would slide to the base of his legs, revealing his strong legs.
"Why close it?"
Zheng Mingyi really didn't follow Jiang Chijing's words, the two legs were still so casually separated by a certain arc.
"Are you Mr. Hundred Thousand Why?" Jiang Chijing said impatiently, "If you want to close it, close it, you touched my knee."
Zheng Mingyi looked down and stayed on the knees of the two for a few seconds. He looked at Jiang Chijing again, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and continued to ask, "Can't you touch it?"
Jiang Chijing couldn't help frowning, and that feeling reappeared in his heart.
Zheng Mingyi was as if he was teasing him with a cat-funny stick. If he wanted to say he was angry, it wouldn't be too bad, but the bell of the cat-fuck stick was annoying him.
"Of course not." Jiang Chijing said solemnly, "I am a prison guard, you are a prisoner."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Mingyi's knee touched his knee.
Jiang Chijing took a deep breath, and the violent words were already on his lips, but Zheng Mingyi suddenly raised his hand and said, "Don't move."
Before Jiang Chijing could react, Zheng Mingyi's palm had already stroked his cheek, and his thumb was rubbing lightly at the end of his eye.
"There are eyelashes." Zheng Mingyi didn't stop for a long time, and withdrew his hand naturally, "Your eyelashes are really long."
The tone was like saying that the weather today is so good, how ordinary it is. But eyelashes are not the weather, not something that unfamiliar people can casually bring up and discuss.
Jiang Chijing blinked blankly, and when he regained his senses, he only felt that the cheeks touched by Zheng Mingyi were burning badly.
What's the matter with this man
Jiang Chijing has encountered prisoners who accidentally touched him, as well as prisoners who deliberately touched him. Either way, he could tell at a glance.
Only Zheng Mingyi made him completely unpredictable. It must be said that he did it on purpose. His eyes were so clear that he didn't mean to tease him at all, but to say he was unintentional, he was invading Jiang every time. Chi Jing's comfort zone.
After withdrawing his hand, Zheng Mingyi continued to watch the stock trend on the computer screen as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Chijing couldn't bring up the topic just now. He looked at Zheng Mingyi for a while, and finally picked up the book in his hand and recited the characteristics of strawberries.
Half an hour passed quickly, and the warden agreed that Zheng Mingyi would stay in the library until 2:30, just as the stock market was about to close.
Zheng Mingyi gave the warden some advice on buying and selling through the library's internal phone, and then he went to the factory behind the official building to join the labor, just like other prisoners.
"See you tomorrow, Officer Jiang."
Zheng Mingyi got up and left the library. When his figure was about to disappear at the door, Jiang Chijing couldn't hold back and stopped him and said, "Zheng Mingyi."
This time Jiang Chijing did not call Zheng Mingyi's prisoner number again.
Zheng Mingyi turned halfway to the side and looked back at Jiang Chijing.
"Did I really have eyelashes on my face just now?" Jiang Chijing asked.
Zheng Mingyi smiled softly, as if he had finally torn off all the disguise, with obvious playfulness in his eyes: "Guess."
Throwing down these two words, Zheng Mingyi left the library with the guards guarding the door.
Jiang Chijing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, barely resisting the urge to beat the desk.
This guy really did it on purpose.
Some people will review their performance just now after quarreling. If they don't perform well, they will feel very unwilling.
Jiang Chijing is like this at the moment.
He hated that he didn't see through Zheng Mingyi's intention the first time, and let this guy touch his face and retreat.
He should have grabbed Zheng Mingyi's wrist and handcuffed him when he stretched out his hand just now.
No, he should have moved forward. When Zheng Mingyi touched him with his knee, he should have taken off the baton and hit him.
Jiang Chijing became angrier the more he thought about it, so he simply took out the cigarette case from the drawer and went to the infirmary opposite.
The window of the infirmary faces the factory area behind the official building. Unlike the library, the room here has a small balcony. Jiang Chijing and Luo Hai often come here to smoke.
"What's the matter? You look very upset." Luo Hai lit a cigarette for the two of them and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Have you ever met a prisoner who gave you a headache?" Jiang Chijing didn't say anything about Zheng Mingyi directly, mainly because he felt too embarrassed to be played by a prisoner.
"Of course I did." Luo Hai said, "That kid Yu Guang is one."
"He?" Jiang Chijing glanced at Luo Hai lightly, "You are obviously happy to give him a headache."
Luo Hai didn't answer any more. He also understood Jiang Chijing's temperament and knew that if Jiang Chijing didn't want to talk, it was useless to ask.
The two of them looked at the bungalow in a tacit understanding and smoked quietly.
At this time, a person suddenly came out of the greenhouse in the crop planting area. Jiang Chijing stopped smoking and asked Luo Hai, "What is that greenhouse grown for?"
The window of the library faces the playground where the wind is blowing. Jiang Chijing can quickly tell the interpersonal relationship between prisoners, but he does not know the distribution of the factory behind the office building.
"The one that Zheng Mingyi came out of?" Luo Hai pointed with his chin, "Strawberry planting shed."
Jiang Chijing: "..."
Well, actually growing strawberries.
Zheng Mingyi brought a bucket in his hand, and was standing by the half-person-height faucet to collect water.
The sun at 3 o'clock in the afternoon is the most violent time of the day, but Zheng Mingyi's face did not show any irritability, he just waited quietly for the bucket to fill with water, and occasionally wiped his forehead with the linen gloves on his hands. of sweat.
Jiang Chijing was still used to observing Zheng Mingyi in such a state.
With a safe distance between the two, he could see Zheng Mingyi's every movement, but Zheng Mingyi didn't notice his peeping at all.
The comfortable state made Jiang Chijing involuntarily fall into imagination. If the water dragon suddenly burst at this time, Zheng Mingyi's whole body would be wet with water...
In retrospect, he hadn't seen Zheng Mingyi without a shirt for a long time.
"Hey."
The sound of snapping fingers suddenly interrupted Jiang Chijing's imagination. He turned his head and met Luo Hai's strange eyes.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"I called you three times." Luo Hai said.
"Oh."
Jiang Chijing glanced at Zheng Mingyi in the distance again, and saw that he had filled up with water and returned to the greenhouse with a bucket.
"What's the matter with you?" Luo Hai asked, "I understand you, but something is wrong with you."
Jiang Chijing didn't answer, just as Luo Hai said, he also knew that something was wrong.
"For dinner on Friday, I'll call another friend." Luo Hai said.
"Which one?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"The lawyer who said he wanted to introduce you earlier."
Jiang Chijing pouted, not wanting to be dragged by Luo Hai for a blind date. But maybe he was guilty, or maybe he didn't want to be influenced by Zheng Mingyi anymore, he was silent for a moment, and finally reluctantly replied: "Okay."