Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

The do not disturb light in the hotel room was still on.

So after Jian Ling entered the room, he still saw that the bedroom remained in the messy state when the two of them left.

His own tie, belt, shirt, and Ji Luo's high-profile nightclub leather shorts and necklaces in the room were thrown all over the ground in a mess.

Full of crumpled sheets, and not far away, used condoms...

As if in the blink of an eye, I could still see an aggrieved child hugging his legs and crying on the bed.

"..."

With a low sigh, he walked to the bedside phone and tapped the 'room service' button to call someone to clean it up.

However, after the call was connected, he hung up the call.

Then I picked up the clothes casually, threw them on the sofa together, and then threw the dropped paper towels everywhere into the trash can, and cleaned up the things around the trash can.

……

There was still the smell of Ji Luo's body in the bed.

The smell of the ocean.

It smells fresh and comfortable.

He used to really like it.

The feeling of the Bund river water and the distant sea breeze blowing on the nose still remains in my mind.

Accompanied by the sound of water splashes and waves and the pleasant smell that penetrated into the bone marrow, Jian Ling fell into a deep sleep, returning to the year when she was 17 in her dream.

He was already extremely smart, even if he had not received the traditional elite and aristocratic education that Ji Luo had been exposed to since he was a child, he found some channels to learn by himself, and after coming to Ji's house and going through a short systematic education, he soon became a The leader of the younger generation.

Children who have suffered from childhood can especially reassure parents.

So in contrast, Pippi Ji Luo seemed unruly.

At that time, Ji Junde was too busy with work, seeing that Ji Ling and Ji Luo got along very well, and Ji Ling was sensible, so he gave Ji Ling the task of taking care of Ji Luo.

Because Ji Luo always dislikes the stupidity of the school students, so he doesn't want to go to school.

People like the housekeeper didn't dare to take too much care of Ji Luo, Ji Ling's task was to watch him go to school every day.

Ji Luo disliked the boring school homework and didn't want to write it.

However, if you don't write it, the teacher will call Ji Junde, and Ji Junde will criticize Ji Luo and Ji Ling after listening to it.

Ji Luo is heartless, and he is not afraid of his own father's seemingly serious accusations.

He endured it, and he could hug Ji Junde back and forth with a smile on his face, and said with a smirk, "Dad, don't talk about me, I have finished the exam well, homework and so on, trivial matters, Dad, don't be angry!"

It's just... Ji Ling is not like Ji Luo, who is not afraid of what Ji Junde will say.

Although he is cold and paranoid, he has various senses of awe towards the majestic male elders and Ji Junde at the top of the pyramid.

So if Ji Ling is criticized by Ji Junde, he will keep silent for a long time, take it to heart, and apologize to Ji Junde very solemnly.

Ji Junde just smiled and said nothing, but Xiao Jiluo somehow didn't want to see Ji Ling bowing his head and admitting his mistake.

Therefore, Xiao Jiluo, who was not afraid of anything, pulled the sleeves of the 17-year-old thin boy and said, "Ji Ling, you don't have to be so humble with your father. Dad is talking about me, and you are not wrong."

Ji Ling only replied in a low voice: "I didn't do well what he arranged for me to do, so I should apologize."

"……Eh?"

Ji Luo also wanted to persuade him to look away, after all, his father is not a temperamental person, in fact, it was just a symbolic talk——

But Ji Ling is very stubborn.

As long as Ji Luo made a mistake, he would admit it, thinking that he was not doing well enough.

So much so that Ji Luo couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Ji Ling with his hips crossed, "Why are you so obedient, you don't need to be like this! Don't go next time, do you hear me?"

Ji Ling just said: "If you don't want me to be like this, don't make him angry."

"..." Ji Luo flattened his mouth.

Later, every time Ji Luo wanted to be mischievous, Ji Ling would say this.

The children are also obedient.

The small ears droop.

Very well behaved.

……

The long-term memory hit like a tidal wave, flooding the desolate spiritual pain, inadvertently suffocating the nasal cavity, choking the throat slightly astringent, secretly bitter.

Dreaming all night, the man did not sleep well.

It seems that everything related to Ji Luo has never been under his own control.

Jian Ling sat up straight with his body propped up, spread his slender fingers, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his eyes.

After all, who has no confidence.

In fact, the less confident of the two was actually Jian Ling himself.

Ji Luo grew up with a unique golden spoon in his mouth, and he was the only favorite of his father. If he wanted something, he just said it, without even reaching out, and the people around him rushed to give him what he wanted.

The environment in which he grew up was full of applause and praise.

Arrogant, arrogant.

Have full self-confidence, never hesitate, never afraid of losing.

……

But Jian Ling was not.

The suffering childhood that fell apart when he was young, never got enough material and spiritual resources, and did not have reliable interpersonal relationships, made him not good at expressing since he was a child.

If you want something, you have to grab it.

After grabbing it, regardless of other things, never let go.

It doesn't matter what that thing thinks.

I don't even know how to face it if I lose it.

In the happy year of Ji's family, although as Ji Ling, he was influenced by the harmonious relationship between Ji Luo and Ji Junde's father and son... But the time is too short, how can he learn it thoroughly.

Not to mention, on the day when he was 18 years old and just became an adult, he had just made up his mind and called Ji Junde "Dad" the next second, a car accident happened suddenly, crushing all the happiness that was close at hand.

……

Looking back, if Ji Ling and Ji Luo had switched roles, Jian Ling didn't think he would be able to walk out of the shadow of losing Ji Junde many years in advance like Ji Luo did.

Thinking about it now, Ji Luo is very brave.

Only 13 years old, still so young... When seeing his father with a white sheet, he can still control his emotions, stabilize his voice and expression, and deal with the media, executives, and so-called relatives and friends.

It can also be able to get along with me after a few years, after being "forced" to have a relationship with me suddenly...

You can even bravely learn to reconcile and forgive.

Jian Ling asked himself, with his ability to deal with emotions, he might not be able to reach Ji Luo's level.

……

He fell straight back into the bed again, with one arm resting on his forehead, and the other opened WeChat, and re-read the short composition sent by Ji Luo.

Ji Luo said that without himself, he dare not imagine what he would be like.

……

But as Jian Ling, as Ji Ling himself, why not.

Without Ji Junde and Ji Luo.

... He didn't know what kind of stray dog ​​he would become.

In any corner, he would only use his cold and gloomy gaze, show his fangs and sharp teeth, and attack others.

……

Ten years have passed, entangled and entangled, going round and round.

There are several decades in a person's life.

Enough for two people, you owe me, I owe you, back and forth, confused.

Jian Ling didn't know.

After all, he didn't have the courage like Ji Luo.

The time spent trying to like Ji Luo in the past has exhausted his few self-esteem and confidence.

If faced with another failure...

Jian Ling didn't know what would happen to him.

……

City b, Huaiqing Private School.

When the bell rang for the first class, Gong Qi'an raised his eyes and saw Ji Luo rushing into the classroom with a sudden step.

"Damn?" Gong Qi'an stared at Ji Luo and sat down next to him, "You're back, I thought you were going to stay in City S forever!"

"Why can't I come back when you come back!" Ji Luo glanced at him angrily, and yawned, "When did you fly from S city yesterday, and you didn't know how to take me for a ride, it's really embarrassing!"

Gong Qi'an said 'hey', "Why did you get blamed when you came up? You didn't say you were going back to City B! My brother and I came back the next afternoon after the dance - but, landing privately When flying to the airport, I saw that your plane is still recuperating on the tarmac in city b, so what are you doing?"

Ji Luo glared at him, "Did you do it on purpose? If there was no plane to pick me up, I'd catch the last civil flight and fly back! Why don't you say you won't take me for a ride? It's so annoying, why don't you open the pot and bring it up?" Which pot!"

"Hahahaha, how miserable you are, hahahaha."

The official courses of the third grade of senior high school have ended long ago, and even the students who took the college entrance examination have finished their cultural courses.

However, the school system of the Huaiqing system is different from that of public schools. All students must not only study cultural courses, but also complete the academic requirements for elective courses.

Therefore, even if it is already the beginning of July, everyone still has to complete the final learning tasks.

In Ji Luo's class schedule, there are painting, music, and two optional sports.

"What is optional sports?" During the break, Ji Luo and Gong Qi'an walked to the music practice room together to prepare their musical instrument performance, and Ji Luo asked on the way.

Gong Qi'an lamented that Ji Luo's study was for nothing, and then explained to him: "Just choose two sports-related subjects and submit your scores. Our No.1 in tennis can be equivalent to one sports score, and you can choose another one." .”

"Like what?" Ji Luo thought of the golf course in the distance, "Golf, fencing? But I haven't practiced these two for a long time. It will be troublesome to practice again."

"It's a bit of a side, you can choose e-sports. Do you play games? Send the screenshot of the master king rank directly."

Ji Luo shook his head, he doesn't play this kind of thing, "Is it gone? Ah, I won't contact instructor Xu to give me a set of martial arts, oh..."

Just thinking about it makes me tired and hurts!

"Why don't you dance?" Gong Qi'an didn't know what he was pondering, and laughed, "After all, these are considered sports. Yi Bo is very fierce. In these few semesters, at the end of each semester, he directly sent two letters to the teacher. Duan your own mv, just treat it as a sports achievement, can you believe it?"

Ji Luo: "..."

Can you do this?

In the last stage of the game, I was dancing a handsome dance to graduate!

This kind of good thing, if the book is released before, the students will not have to fight for the book to feel at ease!

but dancing...

It is not impossible.

Ji Luo thought for a while, and ran to the dance practice room by herself.

……

When Jian Ling got off work, she received a video from Ji Luo.

In the clean dance room, there are people he is most familiar with.

Ji Luo was wearing a white v-neck shirt-style dance dress, hooked the corners of his mouth, and snapped his fingers.

Slow rocking Latin dance music sounded.

The beautiful young man looked lazy and comfortable, his peach blossom eyes curved in a seductive arc, and danced to the music.

He was barefoot, his toes were stretched in a nice arc, his legs were straight and thin, and they swayed with the rhythm.

Although the jacket was loose, the trousers tightened the narrow waist. At first glance, the man was absolutely attracted by his waistline.

The dance in Jian Ling's sight is passionate, flamboyant, and unrestrained.

And the heat in his heart kept rising.

... Ji Luo is sexy and wild, and his movements are straightforward.

This Latin is hearty.

The young master ended with a twirl. When he closed his posture, his fingers were straightened together and covered his lips.

while walking slowly toward the camera—

The screen gradually couldn't hold all of him.

He was getting closer and closer, so that finally, one second before the music stopped, Jian Ling could only see a small red mole on Ji Luo's delicate Adam's apple.

The music stopped, and the teenager moved his fingers down.

The screen fell into pitch black.

It was he who put his fingertips against him.

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