Smart people have the benefits of smart people, but also the difficulties of smart people.
When Ji Chengyang was peeling potatoes in the kitchen while holding a small steel knife, and seeing Ji Yihuang coming in, she understood what she had done in the bedroom, and she quietly changed into more beautiful housewear.
Ji Chengyang saw this suit when he helped her tidy up the closet. In fact, most of her home clothes are only different in color, but this one is smoky purple, which is very special, and he naturally has some impressions.
so…
He can probably estimate how Ji Yi's mind is changing.
This is the so-called women's tolerance for self-pleasure.
Ji Yi walked over, leaning his chin on his arm, watching him cut potatoes intently. He glanced sideways and saw that her eyes seemed to contain a puddle of water. He really looked so carefully. The body naturally leaned on him. The hair was still slightly wet, swept it on the back of Ji Chengyang's hand, and swept it past.
When Ji Chengyang was in high school, occasionally she was treated like this by girls, such as holding a book to talk about a topic or talking close to each other, sometimes the distance is not good enough, and she can touch the other person's hair. At that time, he didn't have so many thoughts, and sometimes deliberately said: "It's almost there, you can ask the class representative for the next steps." Then he took his schoolbag and left, went to the basketball court, or went to the orchestra to rehearse. hall.
At that time, he was at Ji Yi's age, and it seemed that most of his adolescence was spent on striding forward, unintentionally wandering around the scenery around him. Love is not a necessity in life at that stage. Later, when he went to the United States, it was no longer the traditional Chinese implicit way of expressing emotions. The most embarrassing time was when he first participated in a party, he would be touched on the inner thigh by a blonde girl who had only said hello a few times, or he was an international student. The Chinese girl directly requested to accompany him home.
…
He only hesitated once, at the farewell party to get a college degree.
It was a girl who had come to the United States on the same plane as him and had known each other for four years, a little older than him. That night, he hurriedly picked up his clothes and left the house that was still bustling because of a phone call from the intern newspaper. The girl chased it out and asked him in the most subtle way: "I now have two job opportunities, one of which is Those who stay in this city, do you think I am'worthy' to stay here and continue to wait for you?"
Chinese implicit expression.
After the other party finished saying this, Ji Chengyang looked at those beautiful and gentle eyes, and saw too much expectation from there. He hesitated for two or three seconds, then said goodbye and drove away.
He thought this was the first time he was moved by the implicit feelings of a girl, and he had the idea of "cannot bear to refuse", but he only hesitated for two or three seconds, and he was already calm.
For what? For the four-and-a-half-year-old girl he had already met when he was thirteen
For him at the time, this could not be the answer.
But in the dark, God did give this answer.
…
In that summer, he went to Syria.
When I returned to China, I reunited with the eleven-year-old Ji Yi.
This is the advantage of a smart person. He can always reasonably analyze at which stage and what he needs. But when the girl you love, use body language that she doesn't know much about to express her love for you...
It is impossible for him to remain unmoved.
Even for this, it has long been contemptuous.
Ji Chengyang's gaze fell on the blade, lightly peeling off the layers of the skin, and falling into the trash can. A piece of ginger-yellow potato skin fell outside. "It fell out," Ji Yi smiled, bending over to pick it up, and then throwing it in the trash can, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No need," Ji Chengyang lowered his head and touched her forehead with his chin. "Wash your hands, read a book for a while, and blow dry your hair a bit by the way."
"Oh." Ji Yi smiled.
Although Ji Chengyang’s cooking is not considered a top chef’s skill, he is more skilled. Besides, eating hot pot doesn’t require much preparation, and they will eat it by the time of the news broadcast. Ji Yi lived at home when he was a child, and his grandfather also watched the news broadcast every day. Now living in Ji Chengyang's house for the time being, he would occasionally look at him.
The hot hot pot and the sound of the news broadcast filled this room really like a warm home.
Ji Yi likes to eat all kinds of vegetables, and likes to throw them all at once. In the past, when he ate with classmates occasionally, he was always laughed at as if he was eating Mala Tang instead of hot pot.
But Ji Chengyang doesn’t think there is anything. The fact is that no matter what Ji Yi does, there is nothing in his eyes now. He always thinks in the direction of cute, funny, good, and very good... Just a reminder occasionally, Rou Gang Let it go for a while, don't eat it now.
Halfway through the meal, Ji Yi began to feel hot, his cheeks flushed, and he kept using a napkin to wipe his sweat. Ji Chengyang couldn't help but laugh, and the hand holding the chopsticks blocked his mouth, concealed it, and coughed twice.
Ji Yi's eyelashes flickered slowly, and looked at him, but didn't quite understand what he was laughing at.
In the evening, Ji Chengyang took a shower, changed his long sleeves and sports trousers and walked out of the bathroom. Ji Yi could not be found, and he strolled around the house and found that there was a light in the library behind the study. He opened the door and saw that Ji Yi had turned on the light in the middle of the library, and some lights on the lower shelf of the bookshelf were also on. Ji Yi was sitting on the carpet with two or three books spread out beside him.
"I found that you like to write some things in the books you have read," Ji Yiyang Yang took out a bookmark in the book in his hand. "Da Vinci's notes are also a kind of wealth, he likes to use the right-to-left way to reflect Spelling in the direction, each letter under the pen is reversed on the paper. You need to put a mirror on the paper to recognize what he is writing."
What she read was the old version of Leonardo’s biography.
Ji Chengyang does have this habit, but after reading this book for too long, he has forgotten what he wrote.
But he finally understood what Ji Yi was doing. She was looking for the traces left by him in this library, looking for those Ji Chengyang she didn't know because of her young age.
She beckoned.
Ji Chengyang walked over and sat down cross-legged beside her.
"Look, you still learned to write a line in the opposite direction."
Ji Yi handed the bookmark to him.
There are so many things he is interested in and understand.
Just like Da Vinci he likes.
In order to better understand Ji Chengyang, she was also deeply fascinated by those scientists.
Leonardo da Vinci, painting, sculpture, astronomy, physics, architecture, water conservancy, machinery, paleontology, medicine, and even military engineering. He is a unique all-rounder without a teacher... She thought she knew enough about Leonardo, even Knowing that he is an illegitimate child, but also a person who pursues same-sex love, she knows all these gossips.
But when she saw Ji Chengyang's reading notes, she realized that she didn't really understand it deeply.
Ji Yi turned up another bookmark and continued reading:
"Some people in the West say that God hides the laws of natural science in the dark, so Newton appeared, illuminating the darkness and exposing the laws of natural science to the eyes of the world, so he is the messenger of God. Da Vinci It is more like a person who cannot be predicted by God. He was born to expose what God has not told the world. There may be some rules that even God does not want humans to know."
Ji Yinian took it seriously.
Ji Chengyang was a little embarrassed to hear it. Is this what he thought of when he was eighteen or nineteen years old? Is it what was in my mind when Ji Yi was about the same age as the current Ji Yi
Ji Yi wanted to turn it over again to see if there were any more interesting bookmarks. She tipped Ding Ji Chengyang's feet with her toes: "You can find them for me, I'm afraid I can't find them all by myself." She was sitting barefoot on the carpet. Yes, her nails look like shells in the sun under the light, with a healthy pink color. Maybe because she likes to wear sneakers or canvas shoes all the year round, the skin on her feet is actually the most delicate, as if they had just been soaked in milk.
Ji Chengyang lowered his eyes, watching her little feet continue to push herself.
"What are you thinking about?" Ji Yi asked him, raising his head, with some doubts in his voice.
"Thinking of you." He told her calmly.
"What do you miss me?" Ji Yi noticed that he looked at his feet, a little embarrassed, and took it back.
"A lot." This instant Ji Chengyang's mind has indeed passed a lot, and he found that his emotions are getting more and more easy to float because of the girl in front of him.
"Oh."
Ji Yi looked at his face, and suddenly realized that he was very beautiful tonight. She thought of his interviews she had seen on TV when he was in Afghanistan. He was explaining why war reporters could not pick up guns to defend themselves... The blood was slowly flowing under the skin, with a hot temperature, Ji Yi In this brief silence, changing from sitting to a kitten crawling with knees and hands like a kitten, he moved himself under Ji Chengyang's eyelids.
In fact, sometimes, she also has some restless cells jumping.
It was like a long-distance running in winter, she dared to jump on the ice of the moat by herself and sneak over to escape the teacher's surveillance. The same is true for her now.
"Ji Chengyang." She whispered his name.
Ji Chengyang's eyes entangled her blushing lips, and he answered casually.
He didn't want to tell her for the time being that this gesture was speaking in front of him, and everything under her collar was unobstructed.
In the face of his girlfriend, he doesn't want to be a gentleman.
"You just said that you have never had a girlfriend before?"
"Yeah," he chuckled in a low voice, "never."
"So," Ji Yi bit her lower lip lightly, and after hesitating for a while, she continued to ask, "You and I are also... the first kiss?"
"Yeah," he continued to laugh, "first kiss."
Girls always like to struggle with these.
Before, he thought it was meaningless. After all, kissing is just a simple action, and there will be no tricks to put it bluntly. But at this moment, when he saw the particularly satisfying smile on Ji Yi's mouth, he suddenly felt that it was also meaningful to some extent.
The blood was warming up quietly, and she felt that the carpet under her palm was soft and warm.
Ji Chengyang was blank before him, without any woman, just this thought made her float away, after all, in terms of their age difference, this probability is very small. Ji Yi slowly approached him and took the initiative for the first time to kiss his lips.
Ji Chengyang raised his hand and held her slender waist.
He really enjoys the feeling of making Ji Yi get close to him so actively, showing all his enthusiasm in this room without a third person, without disguising it, and even feels that she will learn her own way and slowly restrain herself. thought of. Although she quietly lit a dark fire in his heart, he deliberately refused to welcome him and enjoyed her initiative.
But Ji Yi was a little anxious, and couldn't bear to leave him, frowning and complaining: "Why are you... there is no response at all."
"Oh?" Ji Chengyang was deliberately puzzled, "What do you want me to do."
It was this sentence that forced Ji Yi to be extremely embarrassed.
She quickly got up from the carpet and wanted to leave, but she did not forget that she took the old book before leaving and left Ji Chengyang in the library alone. Ji Chengyang really laughed. It really hit him in the foot by lifting a rock. He caressed his short hair indiscriminately, got up from the ground, and went back to the bathroom.
When Ji Yi returned to the bedroom and threw herself on the bed, she heard the sound of water in the bathroom and thought she had heard it wrong.
Listen carefully, it is indeed the sound of a bath. Why is he going to take a bath again
She didn't know that Ji Chengyang in the bathroom had completely turned off the hot water, and let the cold water spray out from the shower. The water stayed along his shoulders, along his waist, and then flowed to his slender legs. The natural cooling method is the most effective, but it is a bit extreme. Ji Chengyang supported the wall with both arms and closed his eyes.
In his mind, Ji Yi was still lying in front of him, looking into the unobstructed scenery from the neckline. It's too beautiful.
"Are you taking a shower again?" Ji Yi's voice asked him across two doors, but he still couldn't confirm.
"In the shower, the library is too hot, sweating and uncomfortable."
…
Is the library hot
Ji Yi was at a loss for a moment, then turned and left.
In the middle of the night, Ji Chengyang succeeded in catching a cold from a cold shower in the early spring. The next day he went to Taili and put on a light blue medical mask. When talking to his colleagues, he would deliberately avoid it. Everyone in the conference room looked at Ji Chengyang and felt like a hero that you finally won the bid. They didn’t forget to tease: “It’s okay. The people sitting here are not too afraid of death. If they are afraid of death, they won’t come to work at this time. But everyone Having known each other for so many years, this is the first time I have seen you catch a cold."
Another person responded: "Yes, I still choose this time, it's really suitable for the situation."
Everyone was happy, but Liu Wanxia rarely did not participate in the laughter and scolding. After the meeting, he brought a box of cold medicine that was said to be effective and put it on Ji Chengyang's desk. Ji Chengyang stayed in this office with few people, so he took off his mask, soaked a cup of hot water, held the black thermos cup in his hand, and rejected Liu Wanxia’s kindness: "I brought medicine."
"Then keep it. It doesn't hurt to keep some medicine," Liu Wanxia said, looking at his eyes, "I feel more and more that some parts of you are really the same as high school. It hasn't changed for so many years. The stupid person is you."
Ji Chengyang was startled slightly, looking at Liu Wanxia who was smiling in front of him. When he thought of high school, it seemed that Liu Wanxia often came to discuss mathematical and physics problems with himself. However, Liu Wanxia is much smarter than those girls. She will bring a set of problem-solving methods in her mind, discussing with him and writing on paper, and most of the time, she will stop halfway and ask for his opinion. .
This way, he will be able to say a few more words.
Liu Wanxia has always been very smart, and she can't forget that she once told her clearly that she had a girlfriend.
"I really brought the medicine—" Ji Chengyang had to repeat it again.
Liu Wanxia looked at him. It is rare for him not to wear black today, but a light blue fine plaid shirt. She thought that she had known Ji Chengyang for many years. For so many years, no matter what his identity, no matter how he dressed, no matter where he appeared, he would have Ji Chengyang's unhurriedness. This calm and onlooker aura would be fatal to any woman. Attraction.
She turned around and said casually: "You weren't like this before. You speak so directly, you don't look like you anymore."
Before
In fact, it has never changed.
It's just that he never said to refuse before, but just avoided it.
Ji Chengyang picked up the box of cold medicine and dangled it twice between his fingers, remembering that Ji Yi could be so happy because he hadn't had a girlfriend, and suddenly felt that he was far away from all girls in the past. It was a wise choice. He threw the medicine to Fang Xiang, a male colleague who was always "auditing" obliquely behind, "Leave it with you."
Fang Xiang smiled deeply: "Thank you." After speaking, he opened the drawer and threw the medicine in.
Ji Chengyang continued to drink his own hot water, and took out a transparent pill box from his jacket pocket. This was prepared for him by Ji Yi. It was very compact and had several small lids with anti-fever medicine, cold medicine, and vitamins inside. piece…
Fang Xiang took a look: "What?"
"Cold medicine, vitamin tablets, anti-fever medicine."
"Oh, you can live fine enough in Taiwan Flower. I always thought that you often run on the battlefield, and you don't know how to take care of yourself." Fang Xiang went around and studied the pill box carefully.
"My girlfriend prepared it." Ji Chengyang explained.
"Girlfriend?" Fang Xiang was stunned, and then he thought about it. "I didn't believe it when I heard them the other day. You really have a girlfriend?" Ji Chengyang laughed and said, "If you don't believe me, I'm not a monk."
"Then you hurry up, don't talk about current affairs, change finance, or how normal women can stand it, every day it is not Afghanistan or Syria, or Chechnya, there is no safe place."
Fang Xiangwu sighed for a while, strolled out and went to the cutting room.
Ji Chengyang didn't pay much attention to Fang Xiang's words. He listened to these words every other time, and he was already numb.
He just opened the lid one by one and took the pills into his mouth as Ji Yi ordered, and suddenly thought... It would be a good thing if there is a label in front of the name. For example, he, Ji Chengyang, is Ji Yi's boyfriend. If there is such a label written on the desk, I don't know how much effort can be saved.
He thought so and couldn't help laughing.
If there is a label, it is probably enough for the little girl to laugh for a whole month or even a year.