time has waited for me

Ai Qingying cried and walked to the bedroom on the third floor, thinking of many things when she was a child, and it was like this at that time, in the dark, huge, luxurious, late at night in the villa, when she couldn't sleep, the little him dangled like this crying.

At that time, there was real fear and resentment.

Years later, he cried so embarrassingly again.

But his heart was bright. He walked to the balcony and sat down on Jing Xian's favorite swing. He reached out to wipe away the tears on his face and smiled at the night.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and only then did he see the "scandal" between him and Fu Zhenzhen. This time the photo was indeed much clearer, and his face could almost be seen clearly, he sighed.

Ai Yuebai would clarify anyway, so he wasn't worried, he just remembered that he forgot to tell Jing Xian about it.I really didn't hide it on purpose, I really couldn't think of it at that time!

He jumped off the swing, quietly touched the yard, and drove to the city.

He drove the car into the community, parked under Jing Xian's building, and called Jing Xian.

Jing Xian was quite surprised when he saw the call, after all, this person had insisted on not calling him for ten days, and Jing Xian didn't answer at first.The phone rang again, Jing Xian wasn't really angry at first, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't see him for ten days, saying that he didn't want to be a lie.

Not only thinking, but missing crazily.

Jing Xian answered the phone, "Duo Duo." Ai Qingying called him with a soft voice.

Jing Xian didn't speak, and when he said it, Ai Qingying had a lot to say, after thinking for a long time, she just said, "I'm downstairs at your house."

He added, "Are you still mad at me?"

Jing Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes, what an idiot.

Ai Qingying said: "I saw the news on the Internet, alas—" he sighed, "I was too nervous that day, I forgot to tell you, Fu Zhen is really my mother."

"Hiss—" Jing Xian gasped, and finally made a sound.

Ai Qingying didn't know what Aunt Yun's plan was for the time being, so he didn't mention that he had met Jing Xian's mother.

Ai Qingying is seldom sentimental, but today it is rare for him to be sensitive, and his voice is getting softer and softer.

Ai Qingying stood by the tree downstairs, looked up at the lights on the 18th floor, and said softly: "She gave birth to me when she was 19 years old. She wanted to be a princess since she was a child, but my appearance broke her. Princess dream. She hates my dad, she hates me, but loves me, afraid of me, can't help but want to come to see me, she..."

The spring breeze is warm, but not as good as his voice.

Jing Xian stood by the window, looking downstairs.

Although the floor is too high, they can't see each other, but they still "see" each other, Ai Qingying is talking, he is listening, Ai Qingying tells him his childhood and despair, tells him his growth and loss, and tells him He himself gained more.

When Ai Qingying spoke, her voice trembled: "She apologized to me today, and she told me 'sorry'."

Jing Xian was about to cry, it was so distressing.

"I'm really happy." Ai Qingying murmured, "Sometimes I don't dare to look back at my childhood self. I lock him in a dark corner, refuse to communicate, refuse to take a second look. Today I Only then did I realize that everyone remembers him. My mother remembers him."

Jing Xian was really crying, sniffling non-stop.

Ai Qingying smiled: "I think my father actually remembers it too."

Ai Qingying said again: "Actually, I remember it too."

Jing Xian wanted to say that he would remember, but he was already crying.

Ai Qingying took a deep breath and said, "I'm so happy, so I came here and wanted to tell you my happiest thing. I'm embarrassed to tell my mother."

"I know you're still mad at me. I'll keep writing the review! I'll work hard!"

Ai Qingying was full of energy: "Then I'll hang up! Good night!!"

After finishing speaking, Ai Qingying really hung up the phone.

Jing Xian cried so sadly, looking at the darkened phone screen, he was really angry this time.

I haven't seen you for ten days, but after I came over and said such a phone call, I poured beans out of the bamboo tube so happily that it made him cry so badly that he turned around and ran away!

Jing Xian picked up the key, forgot to change his slippers, and was still in his pajamas, turned around and ran downstairs.He chased out of the neighborhood following the sound of the car, watched the car drive further and further away, and when he was extremely angry, he couldn't help laughing again.

Wearing pajamas and slippers, he stood facelessly on the main road at midnight, even laughing and crying facelessly.

Fool.

They are really fools!

Falling in love, having family affection, stupid but cute fool!

After Ai Qingying left, she returned to Songjiang Villa with great interest.

He was humming a song, and when he entered the door, someone got up on the sofa in the living room. He was startled, and strode forward: "Auntie! Why aren't you asleep yet!"

Aunt Yun looked at his finger holding the car key, Ai Qingying looked along the line of sight, saw the tattoo, and smiled embarrassedly: "Hey."

Aunt Yun looked up at him: "Are you looking for Jing Xian? Didn't he see you?"

"I stood downstairs and said a few words to him and then came back. He's still mad at me for a while... But it's okay! He won't be mad at me soon!"

Aunt Yun asked: "How do you make him not angry with you?"

"Uh, I'm writing a review for him recently, maybe I haven't written enough."

Aunt Yun smiled and asked him, "How much did you write?"

"I've already written ten letters! Wait and prepare to write tomorrow!"

Aunt Yun laughed lightly, and said softly, "Then I won't bother you to write the review."

"Okay! Good night, auntie!"

Ai Qingying watched her get up and go upstairs, and suddenly realized that Auntie was waiting for him!

He strode forward and called her: "Auntie."

"Ok?"

Ai Qingying said with a smile: "I still want to get some tattoos on my body, and I have already figured out how to get them. Is Auntie free tomorrow? Let's go together!"

Aunt Yun hesitated for a moment, she had never experienced such company.

Ai Qingying played a soft voice: "Go, go, go!"

She was a little confused, Jing Xian had never acted like a baby to her, her Duoduo was a child who didn't like to act like a baby.When she came back to her senses, the child's eyes were so clear, she felt relieved, and smiled, "I've been fine for a few days, I'll accompany you tomorrow."

"That's great! Good night, Auntie!"

She smiled and looked at Ai Qingying again, and walked upstairs to the bedroom, halfway there, her face was still smiling.

She thought, although she hadn't met Jing Xian yet.

But she knew in advance that Jing Xian must like this child very much.

After waking up again, Fu Zhenzhen's scandal has been clarified. It's still the same thing. He's just a distant cousin. Some people believe it and some don't, but none of this has anything to do with him.

It's dawn, Fu Zhenzhen can't drive her pink car anymore, it's too conspicuous.

The assistant drove to pick her up, Fu Zhenzhen got in the car, saw Ai Yuebai was also in the car, and almost kicked him out of the car.

Ai Yuebai looked extremely serious, looked at the small building in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "Whose house is this? Why didn't you return all night?"

How could Fu Zhenzhen talk to him, until Ai Qingying and Aunt Yun also came out, and Ai Qingying was full of hospitality.

Ai Yuebai naturally recognized Yun Youyou, and also knew what kind of temperament his son was, so he would not be so courteous easily, and a flash of light flashed in his mind, and said, "Isn't that Teacher Yun? Could it be, this is Qingying's boyfriend's mother?"

With that said, Ai Yuebai was about to open the door and get out of the car.

Fu Zhenzhen screamed: "Drive! Go! Go!"

After all, the assistant drove away immediately after being called by her, Ai Yuebai confirmed it, with a face full of regret.

Ai Qingying didn't know at all, he drove Jing Xian's mother to have breakfast, and Jing Xian's mother actually accompanied him to get a tattoo.

This time he tattooed four words on the top of his right arm: love me a lot.

Aunt Yun was so teased that she laughed out loud. Ai Qingying didn't intend to please her. He had planned it a long time ago, but he couldn't reveal that he already knew Jing Xian's nickname at that time. Now it's what he wants!

When tattooing, he said: "Auntie, do you know that this sentence has two meanings!"

Aunt Yun pursed her lips and smiled: "The first floor refers to Jingxian, and the other floor is a little bit more, right?"

"Oh! Auntie is indeed a professor!"

Aunt Yun covered her mouth with her hands and smiled. Jing Xian's personality was actually quite similar to hers. People were divided into groups, and most of her friends were quiet, even the graduate students she brought along were not noisy.It is true that she seldom interacts with a child like Ai Qingying, and no one has ever used such straightforward and concise words to compliment him. If others say it, it may be false, but he is so sincere, she is actually very happy , which is actually very interesting.

She could instantly understand why her son liked this person.

Even the tattoo artist was laughing, and the atmosphere was very good.

With the tattoo, Ai Qingying went shopping with Aunt Yun for a while before sending her home.

Before getting out of the car, Aunt Yun said, "I'm going to have a chat with Duoduo."

Ai Qingying nodded: "Okay." Then said, "I didn't mention meeting Auntie yesterday."

She nodded, and said a few more words to Ai Qingying, before closing the car door, she looked back at him and said with a faint smile, "I will tell Duoduo's father about this."

Ai Qingying became nervous and took a deep breath.

She was funny: "he is a good talker, don't be afraid."

Ai Qingying didn't believe it, of course it was easy to talk to aunt and uncle!Can you have something nice to say about him? !

After sending Jing Xian's mother back, Ai Qingying hurried to find the city courier to deliver the review.

Jing Xian rested his face in his hands, looked out the window, and had been waiting for quite a while.

Finally, when the courier called him, he immediately went downstairs with a smile on his face to pick up the things.

After returning, the colleagues finally couldn't help asking: "Jing Xian, you have been collecting for ten days in a row, what is it?"

Jing Xian had already sat down, and carefully cut open the envelope with a utility knife. Without raising his head, he smiled and said relaxedly, "If I say it's a love letter, would you believe me?"

The two colleagues were extremely excited immediately, and turned their heads to stare at Jing Xian: "Really?!"

Jing Xian smiled, started to read the letter, and stopped talking.

In the past ten days, the little handsome guy hasn't come to pick up Jing Xian, and they thought the two had quarreled again.Looking at it now, it doesn't matter whether it's noisy or not, it's okay anyway!

The two of them also laughed and looked at each other and winked. How could they not notice that they were together with Jing Xian almost every day? They are joking!

The bluebells on the window sill of Jingxian bloom one after another, and in the spring breeze, small bluebell-like flowers sway from time to time.

The whole office smells of warmth and happiness.

Jing Xian put the newly received "love letter" into the inner pocket of the windbreaker, went to the parking lot to pick up the car and went home, with Qing Ying's song playing in the car, and drove home smoothly all the way.

On the way, he was still wondering if that little idiot would come tonight.

If you come, call someone up!

It's too stupid, and there is no other way, so I have to teach it slowly.

If not?

Alas, if he doesn't come, he can only call himself to teach him a lesson.

He walked into the elevator very easily and joyfully, and then got out of the elevator. He raised his head and was about to open the door. When he saw a person waiting for him by the door, he stood where he was.

The visitor smiled at him, took a step forward, and called him, "Duo Duo."