can i eat your head off

141

When Jingming and Tibi returned home with a lot of things, Tibao was no longer there.

While puzzled, there was a little inaudible coolness at the same time.Maybe it's not insignificant, but it's cool anyway.

It's as refreshing as an intruder quietly exiting someone else's territory when no one notices.

Jingming was happy: "What's for lunch?"

Seeing that Jingming was happy, he was also happy: "Anything is fine!"

"Tell me one."

"All right!"

"Let's eat celery juice and carrots." Jing Ming considered his two least favorite things.

The vague smile froze on his face: "I like to eat whatever Xiao Ming does."

"why?"

"No why."

"Why no why?"

This is a confusing question. He likes everything about Jingming, so he can't explain why.

Seeing Timu's confused face, Jing Ming slapped his forehead with a "snap": How childish am I to ask such a question?

142

Looking at the fish and shrimps on the table with tears streaming down his face, Xiao Ming is really understanding.

Jing Ming noticed that Ti Mu's eyes were red, and worried: "What's wrong?"

"It's so delicious, I'm crying." With food still stuffed in his mouth, Tibi whimpered vaguely.

Jingming was amused by him, and picked out the fishbone for him: "You are too easily satisfied."

Timu puffed his cheeks and nodded desperately.

Thinking of Tibao's appearance, Jingming was a little puzzled: "Aren't you a young master at home, why do you look pitiful?"

After speaking, he scraped the tip of his nose.

Titu swallowed the food, looked straight into Jingming's eyes, and then lowered his head for two seconds, but his tone was very serious: "Xiao Ming is different from those people."

"It's the most special, so I'm happy with whatever Xiao Ming does."

Jing Ming looked at his red ear tips, a little dazed, wanted to take another look, but forcibly looked away.

Tiqi suddenly raised his face, his eyes were empty, and he looked like he was thinking.Jing Ming thought that he was going to amplify his moves, so he secretly put a protective shield on his heart.

If you hear something, it will be bad if your heart stops.

Just when Jingming was looking forward carefully, he kept an empty posture and said, "Brother Baobao is so kind!"

?

"..." Jing Ming didn't say a word, he pulled out the chair and went into the kitchen.

143

Jing Ming was tidying up in the kitchen, but couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he asked cautiously, "You have a good relationship with your brother?"

"Well," Tifu replied, "The other brothers and sisters are very busy, and they usually just push me up and rub me hard when they meet, only Brother Baobao can't."

"Oh."

"He will bully me and be beaten up by the eldest sister."

"Bullying you?" Jing Ming's tone was very surprised.

He said slowly, "I take this as Baby Brother's way of showing love."

Jingming laughed dryly: "It's quite special."

"Most of the time, I seem to be playing a game with him," said the voice lazily, "He bullies me, I make a painful appearance, and then the eldest sister will clean him up. Brother Baobao probably enjoys it .”

At this moment, Jing Ming felt that mentioning the word was very strange.

"What about you?"

"Brother Baobao is happy as long as I'm happy!" Tifu returned to his heartless look again, and collapsed on the sofa and couldn't help but be happy.

144

Life is still going on as before, but Jingming's state of mind is quite different.

Every time he thinks he knows enough about slurs, reality slaps him in the face the other way.

Jing Ming recalled the past few months with Tibi, could the initial closeness be intentional?The way of mentioning fu and tibao is like playing him all over the place as if he was being taken advantage of. He is cautiously showing weakness on weekdays, and maybe he has always been in the mood of watching the excitement...

Jingming looked at Tibao's quiet figure in the room, and couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry for Tibao.Rather than saying that he felt sorry for him, it was better to say that he felt sorry for himself. From the beginning to the end, he was the only one who was thinking about it, thinking about it, and taking the vague confession seriously. Maybe it was just a game of others.

This kind of thinking is manifested in mental weakness and slowness in movement.This made Tifu very worried.

He could ask "Are you okay?" eighty times a day, but all he got was Jing Ming's complicated glance.

Perhaps there is also a trace of grievance, helplessness and resentment mixed in, and I dare not confirm it if I mention it vaguely.

So he chose to seek help off the court.

145

The mobile phone that Tibao bought for him works very well.

Just can't get through to his phone.

After repeatedly dealing with the mechanical female voice to no avail, she put down her phone and insisted on taking Jingming to the hospital.

"I'm really fine," Jing Ming said with a tired face and blue eyes, "it's just a bottleneck at work, don't worry."

Titu pressed him on the bed, "You should have a good sleep." Jing Ming watched in shock as he also took off his clothes and got into bed, "I'll accompany you."

146

The reminder was called out by the ringing of the phone.

He got out of bed silently and went outside the bedroom to make a phone call.

"What's wrong?" Tibao's voice was as unserious as ever.

He was vague but more serious than ever: "Brother Baobao, I suspect that Xiao Ming is sick."

"What's going on?" Tibao also became serious.

"In the past few days, he has been depressed, has lost his appetite, and suffers from insomnia, and he doesn't like to talk to me very much. He just hides in a daze when he has nothing to do. I checked it online, and it said it was depression."

Tibao raised his voice, trying to comfort his younger brother: "Impossible, I think he is doing well, he was still alive and kicking last time I saw him."

"And he refused to see a doctor. It was said on the Internet that this was a manifestation of avoiding illness."

"Stop thinking about it, I don't think he is so fragile."

"Xiao Ming said that he has encountered a bottleneck in his work recently. I checked and found that many authors on the Internet committed suicide due to depression..."

Tibao's voice came over a little helpless: "What are you doing online every day, why don't you be on the right path if I give you your mobile phone, such as calling your brother good morning and good night every day or something."

Promptly aggrieved: "Don't make me laugh, baby brother, I'm really distressed. Laughing now will make me feel more troubled."

"I know, I will take him to the hospital."

147

As soon as Jing Ming opened his eyes, he saw Ti Bao's magnified black-faced Duke Bao's face.

After finally getting a full sleep, Jing Ming frowned and said, "Is there something wrong, brother?"

Tibao rubbed his palms, eager to try, thinking about the feasibility of directly resisting people away.

"You have a bad complexion." Tibao added a reason to himself before making a move.

5 minute later.

An untimely scream came from the bedroom.

"...I didn't eat." Tibao found a reason for himself after he started.

At this moment, he was twisted on the bed by Jing Ming in a strange posture, Jing Ming pressed his knees on his knees and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Fuck, let go first, it hurts me to death!"

Jing Ming let go of his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed in frustration.

Always make fun of him, even if he is a dog, he will be angry, okay!

148

Ten minutes later, Tibao joined Tibi, who had been waiting at the gate early.

Their plan is to remove all obstacles on the road and arrange the back seat of the car so that Jingming can lie down comfortably.Tibao went upstairs and carried Jing Ming down as if he couldn't steal the bell, then stuffed him into the car and drove away.

It failed.

The two sighed in front of the car, not understanding why going to a hospital felt like a burglary.

It hasn't been robbed yet.

"You come up with a good idea next time, baby brother, I only have 99% trust in you now."

Talking about Ti Bao, he got angry, his arm was still hurting, and he said angrily: "It looks so weak, who knew he was so strong."

There was one more thing that Tibao hesitated to say.

"Brother Baobao," Tiju said, "You seem to have something to say."

"No. Let's go eat, and then I'll take you to the playground."

He was very puzzled: "What are you talking about, baby brother, how can I rest assured that Jingming looks like that, I'm going home, I'll go back next time."

Tibao stopped him, "Don't you want to go long ago?"

"That's not now." It's really right to say it vaguely.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it anymore, Tibao considered the available amount of trust, and said in a low voice, "He's gone."