In front of outsiders, Lin Jing is always used to be gentle and modest, as if he can discuss everything. But only those who are closest to him know that he is actually more stubborn than anyone else in his bones. If you want it, you must get it. If you like it, you must keep it by your side. Strong to paranoid - personality is not likable.
Lin Jing is also aware of this, so after saying "I want to go to Beijing with you", he was actually at a loss and flustered for a moment. What this sentence represents, what is hidden, even I haven't figured it out yet, but now I want to impose it on the other party abruptly, no matter how I think about it, it is unreasonable.
And Ji Xingling really didn't answer, just continued to look at him without blinking.
Lin Jing was so stared at that he couldn't get off the stage, so he looked away: "Then sit down, I'll go back first."
"Hey!" Ji Xingling grabbed his sleeve, "Why are you like this, I'm a little confused now, please let me slow down."
"Why slow down, is what I said complicated?"
He blurted it out again, and immediately regretted it.
Lin Jing really wanted to slap himself on the head, so in order to avoid more embarrassment on the spot, he simply stopped talking.
Ji Xingling's left hand holding his sleeve slid down, and his thumb lightly touched his palm.
It was only a little bit, but the temperature was so hot that Lin Jing shrank back unconsciously.
"I think I can get to 450 this time." Ji Xingling didn't let go.
Lin Jing said, "Yes."
"Peking University isn't the only one in Beijing, right?" Ji Xingling continued, "Then, I'll try my best."
"… good."
The wind blows across the street.
The street lamp illuminated the two teenagers on the bench.
Wearing a school uniform, there is a youthful and ignorant age, but also a heart that wants to hold the temperature between the fingers.
Vague, beautiful.
On the car going back, Ji Xingling was covered with two school uniforms, his head was slightly turned to the left, and the roadside lights were constantly reflected in his smiling eyes.
Lin Jing coaxed him: "Sleep."
"Don't sleep."
"But your eyes are too sleepy to keep your eyes open."
"I'm dizzy."
Lin Jing used the remaining yogurt cup to freeze his face.
Ji Xingling: "Forget it, I shouldn't have any expectations of your ability to take care of people."
Lin Jing smiled, reaching out to help him gently rub his temples.
This time the driver was very reticent, and he didn't say loudly, "You guys have such a good relationship with your classmates."
So the atmosphere in the car is also very good, like pulsating light.
The thirteenth floor of Jiang'an Bookstore.
Lin Jing took the school uniform from him: "It doesn't matter if you come home smelling of alcohol?"
"It's okay." Ji Xingling said, "It's fine if you don't drink and vomit. My mother has relatively low requirements on me in this regard."
"Then go to bed early, good night."
"Hey, tomorrow is the weekend." Ji Xingling stopped him.
"So you want to come and study with me, so that you can pass the five hundred exams early."
"..."
Thinking of the street lights and Beijing half an hour ago, Ji Xingling said, "Yes."
"Then at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you at home."
There is absolutely no room for bargaining.
Hu Meimei was watching TV in the living room, she had already received Yu Yizhou's WeChat, so she was not surprised by her son's smell of alcohol, and only urged him to take a shower quickly.
"How did you go on the test?"
"not bad."
According to experience, "make a living" in all likelihood represents three hundred and five, and Hu Meimei will inevitably have a heart attack, so with the mentality of "obviously half of the responsibility is also yours", she called Mr. Ji to criticize Mr. Ji for five minutes.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are right."
Adult unicorns survive three times in a row.
After finishing speaking, he urged: "Hot milk for Xiaoxing, so that he won't wake up tomorrow feeling uncomfortable."
"My son is so spoiled by you, do you know that!" Hu Meimei stirred the warm milk cup with a spoon, sternly shirking responsibility.
Ji Xingling had already finished taking a shower. He had a rather chaotic night, with all kinds of emotions mixed together, and he didn't bother to maintain his human form.
A small piece bulged in the middle of the quilt.
The underage unicorn cub is only as big as a lion cub.
Hu Meimei was so cute, rubbed its head, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Little Qilin lazily opened his eyes, buried his head back in the pillow, and made an indistinct sound from his throat.
"Drink this first." Hu Meimei dragged her son out, "There is a hangover medicine from Uncle Jiu Chong."
The little unicorn was carried by his mother from under the armpit, with all four hooves dangling in the air, which was not cool.
Hu Meimei watched it drink a cup of sweet milk, supervised: "Go and brush your teeth."
Little Qilin: "..."
Minors have no monster rights.
It wasn't until her son fell asleep again that Hu Meimei left the bedroom and called her husband again.
Mr. Ji: "I know, we will give the cub to Gu Huo Niao tomorrow."
"Ji Minglang, what nonsense are you talking about, do you want to divorce me!"
Mr. Ji:
Mr. Ji: I don't want a divorce, I want to apply for a chance to answer the question again.
Hu Meimei leaned against the window: "He's so cute."
Ji Minglang smiled: "Yes."
…
At 1302 next door, Lin Jing also took a shower.
The two didn't check carefully just now, and took the wrong school uniform.
He lay down on the table and rubbed the cool cuff with his fingertips.
After realizing what he was doing, the tips of his ears turned red again.
Adolescence, every thought is covered with lemon and icing sugar, it is sour when you bite it, and sweet when it melts.
…
Uncle Jiuchong's anti-alcoholic medicine is very effective. The next day, Ji Xingling didn't have a hangover and headache, and came to the door on time at eight o'clock in the morning with his schoolbag in his arms.
He was wearing a set of light gray sports home clothes. His freshly washed hair was clean and fresh, hanging messily on his forehead. He looked a little more gentle and sensible than when he was in school.
"Aunt Jiang, I'm here to study with Lin Jing."
Jiang Fenfang let him in: "It's so early, Xiao Jing is still sleeping."
Ji Xingling: "Huh?"
Jiang Fenfang knocked on the door: "Xiao Jing, are you up yet? A classmate came to ask you to do homework."
After asking three or four times in a row, there was a "bang dang" sound from the bedroom!
Ji Xingling: "..."
"Right away!" Lin Jing rushed into the bathroom. When the alarm clock rang this morning, he was sleeping soundly in a daze, so he turned it off casually, and he didn't wake up until he heard the knock on the door. The water rushes out of the faucet, carrying the morning chill, dispelling the last shadow of the long dream.
After opening the curtains, a large amount of sunlight poured in, and the wind also came in through the windows.
A whole row of diamond roses bloomed on the bay window.
Lin Jing opened the door with slightly damp hair: "Morning."
"I knocked on the door just now, so you don't have to worry." Ji Xingling stood at the door and said helplessly, "But you don't seem to have heard."
"...I didn't hear the alarm clock." Lin Jing turned sideways, "I'm sorry."
"Go and have breakfast first." Ji Xingling pulled out the chair familiarly, "I've already eaten, just read by yourself."
"Then wait for me for a while." Lin Jing planned to come back with two slices of bread.
Probably because the owner of the room just woke up, this bedroom is still very warm, with a scent of flowers.
The quilt is messy, there is an eye mask next to the pillow, and a small cloth bag is hung on the inner bed rail. It is a product of the tapir family. It is said that it can swallow nightmares. It focuses on major tourist attractions of human beings. Put it in Nanluogu Lane and call it "Jingcheng Lucky Bag", which is the same as "XX Memory" old yogurt and lucky wood frog. Wherever it appears, it is a specialty of that place. Anyway, there will always be tourists willing to pay for it.
As for whether it can really swallow nightmares... With that thin layer of spiritual power, even if it can, it can only be a little bit at most.
If it weren't for the Pixiu family in charge of industry and commerce, who were too strict and required that the products introduced to the human market must be consistent with the advertised efficacy, Ji Xingling felt that according to the level of miserliness of the tapir, they would probably pack a handful of cheap straws and go on the market to cheat money.
With a slice of bread in his mouth, Lin Jing came back with a glass of milk and a cup of coffee: "What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing." Ji Xingling turned around, "This pocket, are you having nightmares?"
"I used to wake up occasionally in the middle of the night, and then my aunt gave this to me." Lin Jing said, "It seems to be useful, maybe because of the fragrance, it has been hung up."
"It's all old, I'll give you another one in two days." Ji Xingling sat back and added to cover up, "It happens that a friend is going to Jinli."
"Okay." Lin Jing sat beside him, "Shall I dictate the English text for you?"
"...can we take it step by step, and don't be so aggressive at the beginning."
Lin Jing squinted his eyes: "Then you memorize words, and I will do math for a while."
Ji Xingling obediently opened the homework.
The weather outside the window is fine.
The room was filled with the smell of roasted coffee beans, Lin Jing took a big sip and put the cup back.
After a while, Ji Xingling also picked it up and took a sip.
Posture is very natural.
It may be because I was too focused on memorizing words, so I didn't care.
It may also be because of the conversation under the street lights last night that there was a little more rampant and arrogance for no reason.
Lin Jing glanced away, and the tip of the pen poked a small hole in the test paper.
Espresso is covered in whipped cream and topped with chopped almonds for a mellow, caramel-sweet taste.
One and a half is just right.
…
On Sunday afternoon, Wucheng.
This is a well-known small commodity center in the country, and the tapir factory is also here. The person in charge is Shi Cai, a shrewd businessman with a mustache.
"Sweet Dream Pocket" is not worried about sales, of course he is in a good mood, lying on the rocking chair and drinking tea happily.
Then he was "bang" by a cloud of thunder and lightning and flew onto the sofa.
"Ah!" he exclaimed in panic.
Qilin Cub: "..."
Sorry, I ran too fast and didn't stop.
Shi Cai's hair stood on end from the shock, and his face was pitch black. He looked at the scorched hole in the leather rocking chair, and asked tremblingly, "What are you doing, son?"
"I want a dream pocket, the real thing."
Shi Cai immediately turned serious: "What are you talking about, every product we produce is genuine at a fair price, and all of them have passed the quality management system certification, and we never deceive consumers."
"Okay, I'm not here to help Uncle Pixiu with fishing and law enforcement." Ji Xingling took out the pockets and scissors that he had prepared, "Share my hair, beard is fine too."
Shi Cai:
However, Xiao Qilin was not very willing to accept this kind of surroundings. He decided to give Mr. Xiao Lin some beards because of the face of spiritual power. He also asked Aunt Qingluan for a bunch of beautiful dried flowers and fluff, and tried to hide the beard in the middle.
The tapir rejected by the cub: "..."
Shi Cai: "It's wrong to judge people by their appearance."
Little Qilin: "Goodbye, uncle, my dad will pay you for the burnt chair."
Shi Cai: ... It's not right to turn into thunder and lightning and roll away without listening to the elders.
In the evening, Teacher Xiaolin received the new surrounding area of the scenic spot.
He said, "This one doesn't seem to smell good."
Ji Xingling didn't change his face: "But this one sells the best, and it's said to be very effective." It's not fragrant, and it's not fragrant on purpose, otherwise, if it smells too good, what should you do if you keep smelling it, others... don't have a beard. Such a treat!
Lin Jing replaced the old one: "Thank you."
Ji Xingling leaned against the cabinet and asked him casually, "Do you still want to study today?"
Lin Jing obviously hesitated to speak.
Ji Xingling said very politely: "Are you trying to ridicule me again, and choose auspicious days for studying?"
Lin Jing denied it calmly: "I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense."
Ji Xingling himself said that he was amused: "Hey, do I know you quite well now?"
"So-so." Lin Jing sat by the bed, "I'm going to go out and buy a book, how about you?"
Mr. Xiao Lin has asked such a question, so of course the Eldest Young Master will not go back to sleep.
Although the bookstore is boring, it is not impossible to take a stroll.
Lin Jing stayed at home all day, wearing home clothes all the time. He opened the closet to look for clothes, and someone stood idly behind and commented: "This is not good-looking, it's too yellow, do you know that?"
"White and green like onions."
"Why do you still have a pink hoodie? Isn't this the color girls love?"
"Don't go out in black at night."
"This one looks good, that's all, the blue is low-key, elegant and tasteful."
Lin Jing looked back at him.
Young master Ji was wearing a blue coat, plausible and upright.
Teacher Kobayashi kicked him out.
He ended up wearing the blue hoodie, though.
Even the aunt in the elevator couldn't help but praise: "You two guys, they look so refreshing and neat. Where are you going when it's dark?"
Ji Xingling replied shamelessly: "Thank you, Auntie, let's go to the bookstore to study."
Lin Jing: "..."
Sure enough, the aunt was very happy to be coaxed, and she just took out a handful of candy from the shopping bag. Lin Jing couldn't refuse, so he took one on behalf of Ji Xingling. It should be a gift from the supermarket. The wrapping paper is not good-looking, but the taste is okay, with a strong milky taste.
Walking on the road in the community, Ji Xingling taught: "In the future, don't eat things given by strangers, remember?"
Lin Jing glanced at him: "Then what are you doing now?"
"I didn't eat what a stranger gave me. What I ate was taken from you." The young master always had a lot of lies, "So you have to be responsible to me."
"Dream." Lin Jing kicked away the stone at his feet, "If you are fainted by sugar, I will join the money-sharing team of human traffickers on the spot."
Ji Xingling fainted for a while in cooperation.
He is tall by himself, and when he is turned upside down, he seems to be a little bit overwhelmed by Mount Tai. Lin Jing never thought that this person would be so attentive to acting, he thought he would just feint a shot, but when he caught it, he almost dodged, and he staggered and fell into the artificial mountain lake. Ji Xingling was taken aback when he saw this, and without thinking about it, he put one hand around his shoulder and exerted force, bringing up a gust of wind, causing the two of them to fall onto the lawn.
"Are you OK?"
"..."
Lin Jing asked suspiciously, "Where did the wind come from?"
Ji Xingling changed the subject: "Shouldn't you get up from me first?"
Lin Jing: "..."
The lawn has just been mowed in the past two days, and it still smells very fresh and soft.
Lin Jing said calmly: "If you let me fall directly on the grass, maybe it won't hurt so much, you are too hard."
"Have a little conscience, okay? You're not that soft."
Lin Jing pulled him to stand up, and patted the blades of grass on each other's bodies.
Under the trouble of "everyone is very hard", he successfully ignored the inexplicable gust of wind just now, thinking that it might be some new lawn watering equipment. Ji Xingling breathed a sigh of relief, followed him in two steps, raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Where am I so hard?"
Lin Jing: "Shut up."
The bookstore they went to was near the community, on the second floor of a large shopping mall, within walking distance.
These days, except for the Jiaofu Bookstore at the gate of the school, most other bookstores tend to move closer to cafes, and this one is no exception. Lin Jing was choosing books in front of the bookshelf, and Ji Xingling went to the bar to order drinks.
The waiter warmly recommended: "The velvet coffee in our store is very famous, do you want to try it?"
"Two cups of honey milkshakes are fine." Ji Xingling still remembered Mr. Xiaolin's insomnia, so he didn't want caffeinated drinks. Even though the honey milkshakes sounded very girly, he was willing to drink them with him.
The waiter smiled and said, "So considerate, the handsome guy came with his girlfriend, right?"
Lin Jing walked over with a stack of books in his arms: "No, you are with me."
The waiter was slightly embarrassed, and smiled even brighter: "This is the cash register receipt for the two of you, please keep it."
The sofa chair in the corner was very comfortable. Ji Xingling flipped through the books he picked out twice: "I thought you were here to buy a problem set."
"After doing homework for a day, I feel dizzy. Come out to get some air." Lin Jing inserted the straw.
Ji Xingling gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Mr. Xiaolin, you have to come to the bookstore to read Xuecai's poetry collection when you relax."
Lin Jing's expression was indescribable: "Although, Shelley."
Ji Xingling: "... No, I didn't see clearly, it's not that I don't know the word."
"There's not much of a difference."
"The difference is big, okay!" Ji Xingling emphasized, "The former is at most careless, while the latter is mentally handicapped."
You Xingge is not mentally handicapped!
He took a sip of the milkshake with a straw in his mouth, and unexpectedly found it quite delicious, so he also took out one from the pile of books.
This time it was Lin Jing's turn to give a thumbs up: "Precise."
Ji Xingling: "..."
It is a complete collection of ancient poems for children, suitable for children over three years old. It contains 80 ancient poems that are essential for primary school students, with rich pictures and texts, making naughty babies fall in love with learning.
Ji Xingling: "Why are you taking this opportunity to mock me again?"
"Because you really don't know how to recite." Lin Jing took the book back and flipped through a page, "Otherwise it's just this, what's the first sentence of "To Liu Jingwen"?"
Ji Xingling admitted: "To be honest, I don't know this person."
Lin Jing smiled and said, "These children's books have nothing to do with you. I helped Aunt Zhang in the building choose them. I happened to meet her that day."
"Auntie Zhang with hair curls on her head all the time?" Ji Xingling gritted her teeth, "Her grandson is only two years old, right? Is it necessary to know Liu Jingwen? Can you hold your hand high so that the little baby can enjoy their life with peace of mind? happy childhood?"
"Yes." Lin Jing pulled out two sports magazines from the bottom, "I've already paid for it, let's unpack it, you can enjoy a short time tonight, and then continue to study hard tomorrow."
Teacher Xiao Lin was caring and taught students in accordance with their aptitude. Young Master Ji was in a good mood, found a comfortable position on the sofa, and read the magazine in a proper manner.
This bookstore is opened by Grandpa Li Long. He is very old, so he often turns on the air conditioner very high.
After sitting for a while, Ji Xingling took off his coat and only wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt. He was thin and had fair skin.
Lin Jing unconsciously took two extra glances at him.
Ji Xingling's eyes were still on the book, and he only raised his head slightly, and asked him with a straw in his mouth, "What's wrong?"
"...No." Lin Jing said, "You seem to have been mixing two drinks."
Ji Xingling came back to his senses: "Really?"
He originally wanted to stand up and buy another glass, but he didn't know what to think of, so he didn't move, just asked: "Do you mind?"
Lin Jing looked down at the book: "I don't mind, it's fine."
The corner of Ji Xingling's mouth curled up: "Oh."
He was a little embarrassed, and continued to shake the milkshake glass in his hand. The melted smoothie flowed out from the edge a little bit, sticky.
Before he had time to stand up and wash his hands, a pack of wet wipes was handed over from the opposite side.
Even more embarrassing.
He leaned over awkwardly and asked, "Hey, are you reading a book or me?"
Lin Jing's expression froze, and he put the wipes back into his pocket: "Go and wash yourself!"
"Don't, I'm too lazy to move." Ji Xingling stretched out his hand to snatch it, "Have you read Shelley for so long, do you have any beautiful poems, which can show my special culture when you write them in the language test, and make the marking teacher cry on the spot? ? Let's share."
"Yes, just that Liu Jingwen, who was dissed by you for a long time in the book for children over three years old, the last two sentences are 'A good year, you must remember, it is the time of orange, yellow, orange and green', as long as you put it in the right place, you will definitely get more points .”
"Can we let this old man go tonight?" Ji Xingling begged for mercy, wiped his hands and sat next to him, "What are you looking at?"
The other party's thirst for knowledge was strong, so Lin Jing had no choice but to answer: "Prometheus Unleashed."
Ji Xingling: "Hahahahahahahaha."
Lin Jing asked in surprise, "What are you laughing at?"
Ji Xingling: "Wait a minute, shouldn't I be laughing? I just think the title of the book is a bit ridiculous. What is it about, Prometheus Liberated?"
"Ancient Greek and Roman mythology." Lin Jing closed the book, reached out and pinched his chin, "Ji Xingling, although you sometimes seem very uneducated, you are really cute."
"..."
It's a matter of dignity, you are cruel, Brother Xing has to emphasize again: "I am not cute, I am not cute at all, you are cute, you are cute everywhere."
Grandpa Li Long, who was coiled on the roof beam, was awakened by the noisy unicorn cubs, and he patted his head with an illusory wind shadow.
Public places, keep quiet!
Lin Jing drank the last bit of milkshake: "Why are you touching your head?"
"No, just a sudden pain." Ji Xingling looked at him, "Do you believe that there are monsters in the world?"
Lin Jing nodded: "I believe."
The answer was so straightforward that Ji Xingling was a little surprised: "Why?"
"Because I can't prove that there is no way." Lin Jing said, "Don't easily deny unknown things, my dad taught me that way since I was a child."
Uncle Lin's education policy is OK! Ji Xingling asked persistently, "Then what kind of monster do you like?"
Lin Jing thought for a while: "Nine-tailed fox, it's fluffy and cute. I just watched half an episode of the mythical TV series with Aunt Jiang two days ago, and I wanted to pinch its tail."
Little Qilin: No, you can't have such thoughts about my mother.
"What about the unicorn?"
"In the TV series, he is a super villain, with a good face and a level of doing all kinds of evil."
"..."
What an inexplicable TV show this is!
Ji Xingling asked for his mobile phone, and checked the movie he just mentioned.
Producer, Hu Lie
This bad uncle can't take it anymore.