Jiang Chijing and Luo Hai have known each other for so many years, even if they don't know the bottom line, they can be said to be very familiar with each other.
The two were able to break up peacefully and still be friends after breaking up because they both knew that the other party was not suitable for their lover.
Luo Hai is two years older than Jiang Chijing. In love, he is always like a big brother, hoping that Jiang Chijing will rely on him. He would remind Jiang Chijing to get up early to drink a cup of hot water, and to stop and rest after using his eyes for a long time.
Jiang Chijing discovered very early that Luo Hai likes to take care of his lover as his younger brother, so when he was first transferred to the prison, he could see at a glance that Luo Hai treated a little kid in prison very special.
On the other hand, Luo Hai could also see that Jiang Chijing didn't like being taken care of.
He didn't want to change his way of life, and he didn't want to depend on others. His ideal relationship is one where both parties are on an equal footing, with no one looking up to the other.
There is no right or wrong way to love, only if it is suitable or not.
The preferences of the two are completely different from the other's type. Even if they try their best to break up, it is only a matter of time before they break up.
So just like Jiang Chijing understands Luo Hai's preferences, Luo Hai also understands Jiang Chijing's preferences, and there is no room for him to deny it.
Jiang Chijing didn't want Luo Hai to misunderstand that he was interested in Zheng Mingyi. Although he was reluctant, he had to honestly prepare for tonight's blind date.
The newly bought perfume hadn't been opened yet. After Jiang Chijing finished eating the toast and put the strawberry jam in the refrigerator, he somehow remembered this.
The fragrance effect of this perfume is not bad, and Jiang Chijing himself doesn't want to appear too deliberate. Before going to work, he sprayed some perfume behind his ears and wrists, and when he got off work, the faint scent was just right.
At nine o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Chijing returned from delivering the letter, Zheng Mingyi was already waiting at the door of the library.
Jiang Chijing also only knew that the central bank would announce a series of data in the morning, which would affect the stock market trend that day, so the warden asked him to be Zheng Mingyi as a "book boy" early in the morning.
"State in advance," Jiang Chijing sat in the office area and started the computer, "Don't blame me for being rude if you do anything to me today."
"Why are you welcome?" Zheng Mingyi followed into the office area and sat next to Jiang Chijing, with his thighs open casually, and he didn't mean to restrain himself at all.
Jiang Chijing didn't answer, just looked at the computer screen and made it clear that he was too lazy to pay attention to Zheng Mingyi's attitude.
The computer soon sounded a boot sound, Jiang Chijing put the mouse in front of Zheng Mingyi, and was just about to ask him to open the web page by himself, but at this moment, Zheng Mingyi suddenly pressed the back of his hand and moved towards this without warning. leaned over.
Jiang Chijing turned his head subconsciously, only to see Zheng Mingyi's face close at hand, he stepped back like a conditioned reflex, and his back was tightly attached to the office chair.
The office chair then leaned back, and Zheng Mingyi also leaned forward.
"1017!"
Jiang Chijing frowned and wanted to withdraw his hand from the mouse, but Zheng Mingyi pressed him firmly, imprisoning him in the narrow space between his chest and the office chair.
For a moment, Jiang Chijing felt that Zheng Mingyi would kiss his neck.
His other hand was already on the baton, but before he could take off the baton, Zheng Mingyi's nose left his face, looked at him face to face and said, "You sprayed perfume."
The two were so close together that Jiang Chijing could even smell the laundry detergent used for prison on Zheng Mingyi. The temperature in the morning was not high at all, but he felt that the area behind the desk was as hot as a steamer.
"Stay away from me." Jiang Chijing suddenly pushed Zheng Mingyi away, the back of the office chair creaked and returned to vertical again.
"Have you been using this perfume?" Zheng Mingyi asked casually while holding the mouse, opening the webpage skillfully, looking at the computer screen with his eyes.
Only then did Jiang Chijing react to a question.
Before, in order to remind Zheng Mingyi, he smashed the whole bottle of perfume into Zheng Mingyi's bedroom. The last time I went to Zheng Mingyi's house with Guan Wei to check, there were still fragments of perfume bottles on the bedroom floor.
This person's nose can't be so smart, can it
"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Chijing said coldly.
"This page." Zheng Mingyi raised his chin, indicating the information on the webpage, "Excuse me, Officer Jiang."
Jiang Chijing was relieved when he saw that Zheng Mingyi didn't mention perfume anymore, he patiently read the news on the webpage, but he didn't read two lines, Zheng Mingyi looked at him and said, "You know Why, Officer Jiang, my bedroom is full of your perfume."
"The consumer price index is..." Jiang Chijing almost bit his tongue.
"It's a very special taste." Zheng Mingyi said, "Grapefruit?"
This guy has a really smart nose.
Jiang Chijing pretended not to hear, and continued to read: "The producer price index is..."
"Aren't you curious why my house smells of your perfume?"
Jiang Chijing knew that he couldn't fool him any more, he exhaled, looked at Zheng Mingyi and asked, "Is it strange to use the same perfume?"
Zheng Mingyi thought for a moment and said, "It's not surprising, you continue."
Jiang Chijing has found out, and he can't use this trick to fool Zheng Mingyi. The more fooled he is, the more Zheng Mingyi is trying. Only by dealing with it in an upright manner will Zheng Mingyi not see the flaws.
After reading the important economic news in the morning, Zheng Mingyi began to watch the stock trend.
Jiang Chijing originally thought he could rest for a while, but Zheng Mingyi handed the "Strawberry Planting Technique" to him again and said, "Please, Officer Jiang."
Jiang Chijing couldn't help it and asked, "Can you hear what I'm reading when you look at the stock?"
He strongly suspects that Zheng Mingyi is going in from his right ear and going out from his left ear, using his voice as background music when watching stocks.
However, Zheng Mingyi showed an inexplicable expression, looked at Jiang Chijing and asked, "Can't you do two things with one mind?"
cannot.
Reading books is reading books, and watching stocks is watching stocks. Jiang Chijing believes that normal people cannot do two things that require thinking at the same time. He asked unexpectedly, "When is the blooming season for strawberries?"
Zheng Mingyi immediately replied: "April to May."
"What's the fruit season again?"
"From June to July, a strawberry can bear six or seven fruits."
Well, you are great.
Jiang Chijing was choked to the point of being speechless. He picked up the book in his hand again. At this moment, Zheng Mingyi suddenly asked him, "Officer Jiang, do you invest in stocks?"
"No frying." Jiang Chijing said.
"why?"
"I don't want to be treated as a leek."
"If you follow me, you won't be cut leeks."
Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing with sincerity, as if he really wanted to take Jiang Chijing to invest in stocks, but Jiang Chijing didn't really want to appreciate it.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Chijing raised his eyebrows and said without any face, "Have you forgotten why you came to prison?"
What Zheng Mingyi committed was malicious short selling, which refers to the malicious manipulation of stock prices by means of false transactions and spreading false rumors for his own benefit. Wool comes from sheep. Since capitalists make profits, ordinary retail investors can only be cut as leeks.
Taking a step back, even if Zheng Mingyi did not maliciously go short, but just shorted normally, there would always be silly leeks cut off by him.
Jiang Chijing said this very rudely. After all, Zheng Mingyi was just chatting with him, but he made fun of him.
It was rare for Zheng Mingyi to not answer, as if Jiang Chijing had spoiled his interest, and he didn't want to talk about this topic again. He looked at the stock trend lightly, as if the conversation just now had never happened, but Jiang Chijing looked at his expression and suddenly became curious.
"Ask you a question." Jiang Chijing took the initiative to touch Zheng Mingyi with his knee.
"Huh?" Zheng Mingyi turned his head.
"Malicious shorting," Jiang Chijing paused, "Did you really do it?"
Jiang Chijing never cared about the inmates' business. There were too many people who were not pure-hearted in the prison. Everyone could make up a story to beautify himself.
And the reason why he asked Zheng Mingyi, he swore that he didn't want to meddle in his own business, at most he just wanted to provide a little help to Guan Wei.
Zheng Mingyi did not answer directly, but instead asked: "What do you think, Officer Jiang?"
Jiang Chijing didn't think much, and blurted out, "I don't know."
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Chijing saw Zheng Mingyi's mouth slightly raised, as if the haze he had just been scolded was swept away.
"You do not know."
Zheng Mingyi grinned and repeated it, but Jiang Chijing realized that he had missed the point.
How could he say he didn't know
He is a prison guard, and Zheng Mingyi is a prisoner. Of course, he should unconditionally believe the judge's judgment and say to Zheng Mingyi: I think you did it.
This is normal logic.
However, he just showed hesitation, which means that part of his heart believes that Zheng Mingyi is innocent. No matter how much this part is, it will definitely not be zero anyway, otherwise he will not answer I don't know.
Jiang Chijing couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, how could Zheng Mingyi, such a goddamn logic freak, react so quickly and pick out his loopholes.
Zheng Mingyi's mood obviously improved a lot. He looked at the computer screen and changed the subject: "Officer Jiang, you are dressed so well today, are you going to play in the city?"
Jiang Chijing said the same thing again: "It's none of your business."
Zheng Mingyi turned his head, looked Jiang Chijing up and down, and asked, "Meet netizens?"
Jiang Chijing was too lazy to say too much, and simply said perfunctorily, "Yes."
"Is that so?" Zheng Mingyi nodded thoughtfully, "Male netizen."
Jiang Chijing couldn't help but feel strange: "How do you know it's a man?"
Zheng Mingyi's tone was unwavering: "You like men."
Jiang Chijing has never come out publicly. In the entire southern prison, except for Luo Hai, no one accurately knows his sexual orientation. He frowned slightly and emphasized, "I don't like men."
Jiang Chijing didn't know what he was hiding. It seemed that in his subconscious, a voice kept reminding him not to expose himself to Zheng Mingyi, otherwise he would be regarded as prey.
Zheng Mingyi didn't continue the topic until he had reached the point. He looked at the time, stood up and said, "Have a nice date, Officer Jiang."