Lin Jing actually kept the gift in his trouser pocket all the time, but he didn't take it out because someone was booing him to open it when he just cut the cake.
"Do you want to watch it now?"
"No, we'll talk about it when we get home." Ji Xingling held his hand, his tone was a little shameless and hoarse, "Let's not go back to Jiang'an Bookstore, you can go with me to Huanxi, okay?"
Lin Jing looked up at him in the dark.
"I promise not to do anything." Ji Xingling continued to block people in the corner, "I just want to stay with you, the kind where no one bothers you."
Zheng Bufan and the others yelled at the stairs, as if they were saying that the elevator hadn't come up, did the two walk through the fire escape. Then the heavy fire door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a group of people ran down in a mess, occasionally mixed with complaints and ghost screams—to test whether there was a sensor light.
The footsteps were getting closer, Lin Jing was a little flustered, but Ji Xingling still refused to move. He bent down slightly, his breath was as hot as the fire wrapped in the Qilin clan, and he said stubbornly and forcefully, "Unless you come home with me."
There was already a dazzling light coming from the stairs, Lin Jing turned his head suddenly, as if he could hide himself into the darkness by doing so.
"… good."
Zheng Bufan turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and took a picture while lying on the railing: "Brother Xing, are you guys down there?"
The white light was bleak, and the fire escape was empty, with no one in sight.
"Not here, let's go."
Ji Xingling took Lin Jing's hand, ran all the way through the stairs, and ran to the brightly lit street in one breath. His eyes were shining, and his short hair was blown up by the wind. Passers-by looked at the two boys in surprise, not knowing what they were excited about—in fact, even Lin Jing himself didn't know. But the wind in the summer night is very good, the stars are sparsely twinkling, and when passing through the dark alley, there will be unknown flowers falling from the big tree.
Huanxi villa area is as quiet as ever.
Ji Xingling dug out a few bottles of water from the refrigerator, and went back to the bedroom on the second floor with Lin Jing.
The size of the gift is small, thin, and of little weight, but the packaging is quite delicate. The innermost red box is printed with the LOGO of the XX gold store. You, Brother Xing, who has never seen the world, thought, did I get a big heirloom dragon head ring? If this is the case, then it seems a bit awesome, as expected of my teacher Xiao Lin!
The result is a beautiful bookmark.
It is inlaid with very thin gold wire, and in the middle is a leaf of a dragon's blood tree - the first leaf that Mr. Xiaolin fell off when he was taking a bath, which has a very grand commemorative significance. He searched the Internet for many methods of air-drying and preservation, and went to three or four gold shops before he made such a small piece.
Faced with such a sincere and world-beating and lovely gift, Ji Xingling finally understood why the old Ji always likes to take himself to the sky, because Xiao Ji also wants to go to the sky now, and you Xingge are now standing at the top of Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory A successful man needs to spread the word and realize himself: "I like it so much, really, I don't even know what to say."
"… Um."
"What do you mean by the pause just now? Are you planning to mock me for my poor Chinese vocabulary, so I don't know how to express it?"
"How can I stop, don't be so sensitive, okay?"
Lin Jing rubbed his face: "Okay, put away your present."
Ji Xingling asked, "What about after putting it away?"
Lin Jing suggested in a good-tempered manner: "After you put it away, it's still early. You can memorize the vocabulary for a while. On your birthday, you will recite the vocabulary all night, and you will never forget it next year, really."
Ji Xingling: No, don't lie to me, I refuse, I still have a little bit left when I am sixteen, it is very precious, so don't waste it in words!
He put his chin on Teacher Xiao Lin's shoulder, his voice was low and hoarse, and he felt very flirtatious about himself: "Are you tired, I'll help you find pajamas."
In the end, Brother Lin has insight into all the routines: "Ji Xingling, don't always imitate the people in TV dramas."
"I don't rely on me, it's obviously because you have read countless movies by yourself, that's why you watch everyone like an idol drama!"
"Shut up!"
It made very no atmosphere.
The gift was finally put into the cabinet, juxtaposed with the gold-framed three-good student certificate. Lin Jing went to the bathroom to take a shower first. He was woken up early this morning, and he didn't sleep well during the tens of minutes in the movie theater. I didn't feel tired at first, but now that I was washed by the slightly scalding water, the sleepiness and the feeling of alcohol finally came together, even my hair was perfunctoryly blown, and when I returned to the bedroom, I slumped on the bed and said, "Good night."
Ji Xingling went to take a shower next door. The bottles of body wash and shampoo were written in English, probably from Hu Meimei, and the fragrance was so irritating that people with allergic rhinitis would probably collapse on the spot. Lin Jing was also very broken, he leaned over and smelled it: "Ji Xingling, why do you wear such a terrible perfume?"
"I didn't!" The macho who was about to turn seventeen couldn't bear this kind of slander at all, "Damn it!"
Lin Jing didn't understand, and thought, isn't it strange that you wear your mother's perfume? Just as weird okay, but forget it, don't want to say, sleepy.
He pulled up the quilt and covered his head: "Good night."
Ji Xingling was still chattering: "I don't think it's very fragrant. What's your sense of smell?"
Lin Jing ignored him.
After a while, Ji Xingling calmly squeezed over and hugged Teacher Xiaolin into his arms.
With a two-meter bed, two people could barely sleep at one meter two.
"Are you asleep?"
"Well, I fell asleep."
Ji Xingling actually wanted to get bored for a while longer, after all, this kind of opportunity doesn't come often, but Mr. Xiao Lin said "Well, I fell asleep", so he didn't flirt any more, just kissed her in his arms, and said reluctantly: "Good night."
After a while, Lin Jing also put his arm around his waist: "Good night."
The temperature of the air conditioner is very low, and the two are very close.
Lin Jing was sleepy in the dark, and his eyelids had to be supported by matchsticks, but for some reason, he became sober now that he touched the pillow. It might have been smoked by the charming fragrance of Ji Xingling, but it was not easy to say directly, "I If you're not sleepy, let's do something else", so he counted his heartbeats in the dark.
The heartbeat of a normal adult is about 60-100 beats per minute. Mr. Xiaolin counted for a long time, and it is really a very stable normal value. There is no "looks calm but in fact the cerebral cortex has been stimulated long ago, the heart sympathetic nerve Adrenaline is released from the postganglionic fiber endings, causing the heart to beat faster" signs.
Ji Xingling really fell asleep!
Ji Xingling is so pure!
Lin Jing pressed her forehead against his chest, inexplicably and a little silly, she laughed sullenly.
Ji Xingling was tormented by him and wanted to wake up a little, but the wine he drank at night didn't stop him, and he was very dizzy, so he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him even tighter.
"sleep."
"Um."
Lin Jing closed her eyes, and counted the other person's heartbeat for a while—this time she counted without any other distractions, which had the same effect as counting sheep, and finally fell asleep together.
In the early morning of the next day... or rather at noon, the two of them woke up from their unspeakable dreams, both a little guilty, but they still had to pretend to be calm. Ji Xingling unscrewed a bottle of water and drank half of it, then handed him the rest: "Are you hungry, I'll order takeaway."
"Go out to eat, and go home early." Lin Jing also sat up, "It seems that my dad's medical report is coming out today."
Ji Xingling leaned on the bed and watched him drink water: "I think uncle is 100% a dragon's blood tree. If the medical examination report still can't find it out, why don't you come to my house for a swim?"
"My mother is still working on his psychological training." Lin Jing said, "Actually, the physical examination report is second to none now. She is worried that if my father is not prepared for a little bit, he will be soaked and germinated, and he may suffer from schizophrenia on the spot."
After all, there is a little difference between believing that there are monsters in this world, and being a monster yourself and having a wife and son.
Shang Wei went to the Jincheng Demon Management Committee on time to get back her husband's medical examination report. This time there were hundreds of pages. Experts from all walks of life used sophisticated instruments to fly back and forth at home and abroad, and finally caught a little bit of the dragon's blood tree in the blood sample. The shadow, but because it is hidden too deeply, it may take a little effort to germinate Dr. Lin.
Ningcheng's Demon Management Committee also gained something. They discovered that Dr. Lin was actually adopted by the old man, and had no blood relationship with the so-called elder sister. Back then, no formal procedures were paid attention to, and it was all relying on word of mouth from the hospital and the people. I heard that there was an unwanted baby who could be taken home on the spot—but it was well concealed, and even Lin Jing's closest aunt didn't know about it.
And the party, Lao Lin, was still engaged in happy cooking, humming very incongruous Internet songs, wearing a pink plaid apron, gaudy and coquettish.
Aunt Jiang who was robbed of the right to use the kitchen: "..."
Shang Wei: "..."
Kobayashi who just came home: "..."
In fact, if Lin Shoumo was a human being, it would not be impossible to keep it a secret, but he is really a tree.
Although experts assert that it is difficult to germinate, who can say for sure, in case one day the head is really green.
Therefore, the construction of the mind should be done in advance, and we should not be negligent.
Lin Jing spread her palms in front of him: "Dad, look, a leaf has fallen on my head."
Lao Lin scrambled tomatoes and eggs: "Oh, you are really good."
"I've been dreaming about fire and snow a lot lately."
"Insomnia and dreams, Dad will make you some soothing and nourishing chicken soup next week."
"I feel like I'm a tree."
"The tree is good, full of vigor and growth."
Mr. Kobayashi is gone.
Shang Wei launched an assist: "Husband, I think I am a bird."
Lin Shoumo finally figured out what was wrong: "Are you two doing some human nature test again, planning to extract private money from me?"
Shang Wei focused on the key points precisely: "You still hide your private money."
Lin Shoumo immediately denied: "No, no."
"Old Lin, how much have you hidden behind my back? And you're under the winter quilt, aren't you?"
"Not much, no, not at all."
Lin Jingting heard that the two had quarreled for a while, and on a whim, she pulled Shang Wei to the corner: "Mom, how about this, we secretly add a hundred yuan to my father's private money every day, and then firmly refuse to admit it, so that he can be very happy." Excited and happy to accept the fact that there is a monster giving money."
In the end, he was coldly rejected by his own mother. Do you think I will give him the chance to go to the antique market to be tricked into buying fake jadeite
impossible.
I don't want to be mad at those green glass.
Shang Wei put forward a new idea: "I can also secretly withdraw a hundred yuan from his private money every day, and then resolutely refuse to admit it, and the effect of supernatural events can also be achieved."
Kobayashi: "..."
Dad, I really tried my best.
You still have time to transfer your private money.
The author has something to say:
Lao Lin: I can cook, I have private money, I am so happy!