Because of someone's words "I found your waist is quite sensitive", Lin Jing had intermittent dreams all night. After the dream, he couldn't tell whether he was awake or not. He only felt that there was a pattering rain outside the window. It rained heavily, and the glass was covered with white sticky fog. He swallowed in a low voice, wrapped in the quilt on his side, opened his eyes with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his heart was beating wildly, and his mouth was dry.
The hot and rapid breathing still seemed to be lingering in the ear, and there was no rain outside, and a few rays of golden winter sun were penetrating through the window cracks and falling on the green plants of the bay window.
…
Lin Jing reached for the bedside alarm clock, it was just seven o'clock in the morning.
The bedroom is very hot by the floor heating, but there is still a slight restlessness in the body. He bent his legs and slowed down for a few minutes, then went to the bathroom to unscrew the shower, then stuffed all the soiled clothes and sheets into the washing machine, added laundry detergent and disinfectant, and chose 60 minutes of super strong washing for stubborn stains.
You are pure and innocent, Brother Lin.
Jiang Fenfang asked in the kitchen: "Why don't you sleep more on weekends?"
"It's too hot." Lin Jing nestled lazily on the single sofa, and didn't want to study. He originally thought that Ji Xingling shouldn't be waking up at this point, but there were quite a few dialog boxes popping up on WeChat. They started at six o'clock in the morning, and they weren't flirting. They were studying in a serious way. "Look, I'm studying, I'm working so hard, I'm so serious" typed out bluntly.
Dada: What time did you go to bed last night
Brother Xing: Twelve o'clock.
After sending this sentence, the young master may feel that typing is too slow, so he changed his voice.
Brother Xing: "In the end, I had several dreams. The dream was that you kept forcing me to study, and you forced me to recite a huge English text. It was only after five o'clock when I woke up."
Brother Xing: "I can't fall asleep anyway, so I'll just read a book. Hey, have you woken up yet?"
Lin Jing reflected for a while, it was also a dream, why she was like this... I can't say, but the other party was busy studying all night.
Ji Xingling, you are so pure.
Brother Xing: What about people
Da Ke: After half an hour, I’ll come over after I have something to eat.
Brother Xing: I've finished eating, I'll come to you.
The young master is currently in a clingy state. In fact, Teacher Xiaolin is also very clingy, but he can't. Although the bedroom window has been opened to the maximum by him, and the wind is "whirling", the restless and sticky youthful atmosphere in the dream has long been It's no good to be blown clean.
He didn't even go to the dining table, he stood in the kitchen and hurriedly ate two slices of toast, then bit the milk carton, picked up the book and went to 1301.
Ji Xingling was wearing light gray home clothes, with his sleeves rolled up slightly, leaning back on the massage chair with his upper body, stepping on the edge of the bay window with his bare feet, reciting some words in English. He is also very handsome when he is studying, very arrogant, very sunny—it is real sunshine, the sun is pouring down on his back, his hair is gilded, and his whole person looks soft and warm, not cool, like cotton candy.
Ji Xingling stretched out his hand while reciting "adventure".
Lin Jing patted the other party: "Why are you still reciting words starting with a?"
"This is the out-of-order version." Ji Xingling showed him the cover, "Didn't Mr. Li talk to Wei Xue that day, so I bought a copy online."
This may be the first time in my life that the young master took the initiative to buy textbooks. After Hu Meimei received the courier, she looked at the "high school English vocabulary" noted by the seller on the waybill. Husband: "Ji Minglang, did your son secretly buy some adult magazine?"
Mr. Ji blurted out: "What age is it now, who still buys magazines."
Hu Meimei was so angry that she said, "Is this the point?"
"No, no." Ji Minglang cleared his throat, took the express box and checked it, "Isn't it written in English?"
Hu Meimei glanced sideways: "Is the 'microeconomics' folder in your computer containing microeconomics?"
"..."
Of course, the two of them didn't really take it apart, and waited anxiously until their son went to study by himself next night.
Ji Xingling threw down his schoolbag and tore off the packaging: "The speed of online shopping is so fast now, I just placed the order this morning."
Ji Minglang pretended to be strolling over with a teacup: "Xiao Xing, what good things did you buy?"
"Vocabularies." Ji Xingling flipped through the pages twice, "I heard from Wei Xue that this book is good, so I bought a copy. Then I'll go study and call me for dinner."
The old father wept on the spot.
While reflecting, Hu Meimei also cooked a meal for her son herself. Although it is definitely not as good as the aunt at home, it is better than touching spirit.
…
Ji Xingling himself felt that it was awesome to take the initiative to buy vocabulary books, so he asked Mr. Xiaolin, "Is there any reward?"
"No."
"Don't those who study hard deserve to be rewarded?"
"You didn't study hard, you just bought a vocabulary book, and you have to memorize all of them first if you want to be rewarded."
"Then what can I get after memorizing all of them?"
"You can get 120 points in the English test."
"Don't change the subject."
"what do you want?"
"A kiss."
"good."
Both those who ask and those who agree are very forthright.
The young master was straightforward because he had premeditated it, and felt that even if he couldn't get to 500 in a short time... After all, mathematics is quite difficult, but at least he should kiss first, and memorizing words is relatively easy. But I didn't expect Mr. Xiao Lin to be so forthright, so it's worth fluttering: "Honestly, did you want to kiss me a long time ago?"
"I didn't want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you who passed English, mathematics, politics, geography, didn't sleep in class, didn't fight after class, got a total score of 500 and memorized all the words out of sequence."
Good fucking long attributive.
You Xingge sit back and start studying.
The sunshine in winter cannot be overpowering, especially in Jincheng, which was covered by clouds and fog in a short time.
Ji Xingling turned up the temperature of the floor heating, and read a book for a while lying on his stomach. The stamina of lack of sleep slowly hit him, and he closed his eyes unconsciously.
Lin Jing covered him with a blanket and sat back to continue working on the questions.
After a while, Ji Xingling may have numb his arm, so he changed his posture, with his right arm straight, his fingers slightly bent, and the edges of his nails trimmed cleanly.
Lin Jing gently pinched the tip of his index finger, and continued to write and calculate on the paper.
The exercise book is very thick, and when doing the questions with one hand, the pages of the book often turn over by themselves.
trouble
trouble.
Do you have to hold it down with the other hand
don't want.
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Because of the snow in Ningcheng, there was a large-scale delay at the airport. The flight that was originally scheduled to land in Jincheng at 8:00 p.m. took off until 9:00 p.m.
Hu Meimei originally planned to send her family's driver to pick it up, but Lin Jing said that Uncle Liu was already waiting at the airport, so she didn't insist, and only asked her son to carry a box of fruit to 1302. Lin's mother said in WeChat that she likes to eat this kind of sweet orange, which happens to be refreshing after a long-distance flight.
Ji Xingling counted the time: "Then your parents will arrive home around 12:30, right? Otherwise, I'll read a book here and pretend to be working hard."
Lin Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You still think in the long run."
"Thank you, I learned from you."
"Well, there is a future." Lin Jing put the fruit away, "But you didn't sleep long last night, so you should go to bed early today, good night."
"Is it only good night? Don't you feel that after good night there is often something else to follow?"
"Good night, have you finished memorizing the words?"
"..."
Forget it, there is no good night kiss.
Those who have not memorized the words out of order are not worthy of asking.
"Farewell!"
Lin Jing watched him go out with a smile, and went to bed for a while. He purposely left the door a small crack, and after one o'clock in the morning, he heard rustling voices in the living room, and light came in.
"Dad, Mom."
Shang Wei slapped her husband: "It's you, the sound of putting fruit knives is so loud, you must have woken up your son."
"I didn't close the door." Lin Jing didn't wake up much, his voice was still hoarse, he threw himself on the sofa, and put his arms around her, "I want to welcome you and my dad."
"Look at you sleepy." Shang Wei patted his face and said with a smile, "Now the greeting is over, go back and sleep."
Lin Shoumo cleared his throat solemnly beside him, gaining a sense of presence.
"Old Lin, I miss you too." Lin Jing changed his position and forced himself between the two of them, "Come on, let's soak you in the rain and dew."
"Stinky boy." Lin Shoumo couldn't help laughing, "Go to bed quickly, staying up late every day is not good."
"Yeah, I accept education with an open mind." Lin Jing was used to his father's nagging, and after standing up, he told him, "Then you and my mother should go to bed earlier, by the way, don't forget about dinner tomorrow night."
"Of course, Mom has even prepared presents." Lin Shoumo said, "Aunt Jiang said that the door has always taken care of you. We have wanted to thank her for a long time. How could we forget?"
Shang Wei closed the bedroom door for her son, put her forehead on her husband's shoulder, and sighed: "Luckily, Xiao Jing is sensible, otherwise we will be away for more than half a year, and this time we can only accompany him for a week. I listened to some nurses in the hospital. Chatting, talking about the parents of other senior high school students, and some of them resigned to accompany them to study."
"Isn't this already going through the transfer procedures?" Lin Shoumo patted her and comforted her, "My son is only a sophomore in high school, so we can come over in his senior year."
Half an hour later, the light in the master bedroom of 1302 was also turned off.
Probably because of the company of his parents, Lin Jing slept very well that night, and didn't have any dreams that shouldn't be there. The next morning, I woke up refreshed, ran into the kitchen and hung on my father's back: "Where's my mother?"
"Mom is still sleeping." Lin Shoumo handed him the plate, "Don't make too much noise, go eat by yourself."
Dr. Lin is an excellent cook and often brags that he is a wife who was cheated by cooking skills. Shang Wei is very honest about this, and she has to correct it every time, no, Lao Lin, I just look at the face, if you are ugly, the chef of the state banquet is not good, but you are tall and handsome, so a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs back then was enough. Can trick me into the dormitory.
Lin Jing didn't go to the restaurant, but leaned against the kitchen table and ate while standing. He poked egg whites with a small fork: "Where's Aunt Jiang?"
"Dad will cook for you this week." Lin Shoumo turned on the juicer, "Auntie Jiang has worked hard to take care of you, so mom will let her go home for a week and enjoy paid vacation."
"Um."
Lin Jing hasn't enjoyed the beautiful atmosphere surrounded by his parents for a long time, and it's more superior, so he lay flat on the sofa for almost the whole morning: "Mom, fruit!"
Shang Wei laughed angrily, forked a piece of avocado and fed it into his mouth: "Are you spoiled by Aunt Jiang, or are you taking this opportunity to express your dissatisfaction with me and Dad?"
Lin Jing said with a bitter face, "I don't eat this stuff."
"Don't vomit." Shang Wei rubbed his hair, "Sit up and eat by yourself, and be careful not to choke while lying down."
Lin Jing agreed perfunctorily, and continued to chat on WeChat with the person next door who hadn't scored 500 in the test and was not a boyfriend for the time being.
Ji Xingling still woke up at five o'clock today, but in order not to be so listless when eating at night, he forced himself to sleep for a few hours, and he was very dedicated. At present, he is absent-mindedly reading a book while thinking about what to wear in the afternoon. Since all his uncles and aunts are doctors, should he take the initiative to put on a pair of long johns as a show of respect
There are quite a lot of clothes in the closet. After all, one of Hu Meimei's hobbies is shopping, but Ji Xingling thought about it again, and felt that she was usually done in sportswear, but this time she took the initiative to ask for a grand dress, and she seemed to be out of her mind. Like a peacock. So he made a slight detour, pulled out a crumpled pair of worn Nikes, put them on halfway across his body, and deliberately swayed them twice in front of his mother.
Hu Meimei, who was putting on makeup, really frowned: "What are you wearing, go and change it!"
"Too lazy to look for it." The tone was awkward, "Oh, that's it, don't you just have a meal?"
"Are you going to eat or beg for food, don't embarrass me." Hu Meimei dropped her lipstick and dragged her son into the cloakroom.
Plan to pass!
As expected of witty brother Xing!
The author has something to say: Qilin Cub: Did you touch my hand while I was asleep
Teacher Xiaolin was righteous and awe-inspiring: How is it possible, you didn't get 500 points in the exam!