Picked up a crying bag

In the afternoon, for the politics and biology exams, Jing Ji leaned on the back of the chair with a pen and wrote slowly.

He calculated the score and felt that Jing Ji was too lazy to write any more, so he stopped writing and looked at He Shiqi on the left with his face propped up.

He Shiqi wrote seriously, his brows were still slightly wrinkled, obviously he encountered a problem.

Sunshine came in from the window and sprinkled on his face through He Shiyong, slowly Jing Ji felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Within minutes he fell asleep.

He Shiwei tilted his head slightly and saw Jing Ji fell asleep, he moved forward slightly to block the sunlight for Jing Ji.

When Jing Ji woke up again, it was time to hand in the paper.

He handed the paper to the previous person, then stood up and moved his body.

"Hmm." Her shoulders hurt from sleeping, Jing Ji twisted her shoulders and thought.

After handing in the paper, He Shiyong walked up to Jing Ji and said, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Jing Ji returned the pen he wrote the paper to He Shiji.

After He Shiyong took it, he casually stuffed it into his drawer.

A few minutes later, Jing Ji, He Shiyong, Kou Bai, and Zhang Tian left the school together.

"Are you all blocked?" Zhang Tian asked.

He was lucky, he went to school by car, and those gangsters didn't wait for him at all.

"Ang," Kou Bai put his hands behind his head and looked up at the blue sky, "There are seven or eight."

Jing Ji also nodded.

"It's good that you're not injured." Zhang Tian also followed Kou Bai to look at the sky.

The weather is fine today, the sun is slanting in the sky, there is no cloud in the sky, and there is a slight breeze.

"Take the car tomorrow, be careful." Jing Ji said.

"Did Li San find that group of people?" Kou Bai asked.

"Who else is it if it's not him?" Zhang Tian said, "There was a group fight too, and they still linger on. It's so fucking disgusting."

Kou Bai nodded casually.

After leaving the school gate, Kou Bai saw a car parked by the side of the road, he said to the three of Jing Ji, "I have someone to pick me up, let's go first."

He waved to the crowd and walked towards the car.

"Okay, goodbye." Zhang Tian also waved.

"Goodbye." He Shiji.

Jing Ji didn't say anything but just nodded.

Watching the car drive away, Zhang Tian said with a little doubt: "Why does the driver look so much like Teacher Yin?"

"It's Yin Xiu." Jing Ji said.

It can be guessed from Yin Xiu's recognizable hair and profile.

"Why does Kou Bai know Teacher Yin so well?" Zhang Tian asked this question again.

Jing Ji glanced at Zhang Tian like a fool, but didn't speak.

He Shiyong next to him answered, "Kou Bai and Teacher Yin came from the same place."

"Ah," Zhang Tian suddenly realized, "They know each other, right?"

"Not necessarily." He Shiyong said.

After walking, they arrived at Zhang Tian's house. Zhang Tian/ greeted them and walked towards his own community.

Without Zhang Tianhou, Jing Ji and He Shiyong became quiet, and they walked silently on the road side by side.

Even if neither of them spoke, the atmosphere between them was not awkward.

Quiet and warm.

He Shiqi enjoyed the atmosphere very much, no one disturbed them, they just walked like this, as if they had known each other for a long time.

When he got home, He Shiyong fed Jing Jing and He He as usual, and then started cooking.

After eating, the two of them sat on the sofa together, He Shiyong was reading a book, and Jing Ji was playing with his mobile phone.

On the way, He Shiyong went back to his own house to clean up. Since he raised Jing Jing and He He, he went home less and less frequently, basically staying at Jing Ji's house.

After cleaning up all the beer bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor, He Shiyi took a handkerchief and began to wipe the table.

The table was full of dust and oil stains, and he had to wipe it back and forth several times to clean it.

After cleaning the whole house, He Shiyong opened the curtains of the living room and opened the windows to let in the air.

The curtains in the living room were kept closed all year round, so the smell of smoke couldn't get out. He Shiqie always felt that the whole room was tainted by the smell of smoke that couldn't be dispelled.

After packing up, He Shiyong hugged the full beer crate, and when he was about to go out, he saw He Ya's bedroom door open.

He Shi timidly looked at the opened door.

He Ya came out with a cigarette in her mouth, her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were thin, and her eyes were still black and blue.

She didn't even look at He Shiqi, she just went to the living room and opened a bottle of beer before going back to her bedroom.

They are obviously a mother and son, but they seem like strangers.

Seeing the door close again, He Shiqi went downstairs with the beer crate in his arms.

At the canteen in front of the procuratorate, He Shiyong posted two yuan to buy a handful of dried noodles here.

When he got home, he took the noodles and walked into the kitchen, washed the pot and boiled hot water.

He took out a bowl from the cupboard, and the bowl was covered with a thick layer of ash. After washing it, he began to add seasoning to the bowl.

After a while the noodles were cooked, He Shiqi poured the noodles into a bowl, and a simple bowl of plain noodles was ready.

With his face straightened, he knocked on He Ya's bedroom door.

He Ya opened the door, glanced at He Shiyong who was holding a noodle bowl and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Here." He Shike didn't say much, and handed the bowl to He Ya directly.

He Ya looked at the steaming hot noodles, stretched out her hand, and knocked over the bowl of noodles.

bang.

"Hiss." He Shiyong covered his hands, which were covered with hot soup.

Almost instantly his skin was scorched red.

"What are you doing?" He Shike's voice trembled slightly, he was burned and injured.

"Get out, I don't want to see you." He Ya folded her arms around her chest, and looked coldly at the person in front of her with red eyes.

He Shiyong pinched his wrist tightly, using the pain to calm himself down.

He glanced at He Ya, turned his head and went out.

Seeing He Shiqi go away, He Ya fell to the ground as if she had lost all her strength.

"Uh, uh." She started throwing up again.

This time it was much more fierce than last time, almost overwhelming.

She didn't eat much, and only spit out a little beer mixed with red.

Pat, a tear fell into the vomit, followed by countless drops.

He Ya vomited while crying, her originally beautiful face became distorted and fragile, as if it would disappear in the next second...

Back at Jing Ji's house, He Shiyong walked quickly to the bathroom, put his hand under the faucet and rinsed it.

Jing Ji has already returned to her room.

Fortunately, Jing Ji went back to the room, otherwise, if Jing Ji saw him in such a mess, he wouldn't know how to explain it.

Being washed by the cold water, He Shiqi felt that his hands didn't hurt so much anymore.

He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to curl up the corners of his mouth, showing a smile that was uglier than crying.

At least this time he didn't cry.

After flushing for 10 minutes, He Shiyong took the basin of water and soaked his hands in it.

While soaking, Jing Ji's bedroom door opened.

He Shijiu shook his whole body, immediately took his hand out of the water, and was about to pour the water away when Jing Ji went into the toilet.

"What are you doing?" Jing Ji stood at the door of the toilet, looking at He Shiqi, whose eyes were red and his face was flustered, and he asked with his hands behind his back.

"No, it's nothing." He Shiqi couldn't help but took a step back.

Jing Ji frowned, looking back and forth between the basin filled with water and He Shiyong.

"Have you got something? Take it out and let me have a look." Jing Ji ordered.

"No, no." Seeing Jing Ji staring at him, He Shiyong hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand, but he only turned his palm towards Jing Ji, covering up a large area of ​​redness on the back of his hand.

Seeing that He Shijiu did not take anything, Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing? Playing with water?"

If it wasn't for the flustered look He Shiyong was looking at him, he wouldn't even care what He Shiyong was doing.

He Shi said timidly and wittily: "I'm cleaning over there, I'm washing my hands when it's too dirty." He said pretending to be obedient.

Hearing what He Shiyong said, Jing Ji nodded and didn't care what He Shiyong was doing.

After he poured his water glass into the sink, he took another glass of water.

He said while drinking water: "Get something to eat, a sandwich, and add an egg in the middle." He asked as usual.

"Okay, you go and lie down first, I'll take it for you later." He Shiyong nodded in response.

"Okay." Jing Ji returned to her bedroom.

After seeing Jing Ji leave, He Shiyong heaved a sigh of relief, he put his hand in the water again, and let it sit for about a minute before pouring out the water and preparing to make sandwiches.

Go to the kitchen and take out toast, lettuce, eggs, and bacon from the refrigerator.

After frying the bacon and eggs separately, He Shiyong was about to shovel them into the plate.

"What happened to your hand?" Jing Ji's voice suddenly sounded.

He Shiyu's hand shook violently, and the egg fell off the plate with a thud.

With his hands behind his back, he pretended to be calm and said, "No, my hands are fine."

Seeing that He Shiyong still wanted to hide, Jing Ji frowned and grabbed He Shiyong's wrist, forcing him to take it out.

"It's okay to be swollen? Your hands are pig's trotters?" Looking at He Shiqi's red and swollen back, Jing Ji said.

He Shiqi: "..."

Jing Ji directly dragged He Shiyong to the living room and sat on the sofa.

While searching for the ointment, he asked, "Tell me, how did you get it?"

There was no expression on his face, and his tone was normal, but looking at the messy things that had been turned over, He Shiyong knew that Jing Ji was angry.

He whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"What are you apologizing for?" Jing Ji was about to be laughed out of anger, it's fine to hide the injury from him, what's the matter with apologizing? "Let's explain what's going on first."

Finally, after Jing Ji took out all the medicines, he found the plaster for scalds. He took a cotton swab and began to apply the medicine on He Shike.

"I accidentally got burned when I was cooking the noodles over there." Feeling the icy cold touch from the back of his hand, He Shi lowered his head timidly, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Accidental?" Jing Ji looked at He Shiyong: "Really careless?" He pinched the back of He Shiyong's neck, forcing He Shiyong to look up.

He Shi was too timid to hold back Jing Ji, so he had to look at Jing Ji, "Really..." Seeing the warning in Jing Ji's eyes, he suddenly couldn't tell if he was careless.

Why should Jing Ji care about him?Why?Wouldn't it be nice to just let this go?Does he not care?

Gradually, He Shi's eyes turned red, and tears flowed from his eye sockets drop by drop, "No, no, woo woo woo, I cooked noodles for her, I saw her complexion is so bad, woo, she lost so much weight," He Shi Qie choked and said, "She made that face burn me on purpose, oh, she did it on purpose."

Listening to He Shiyong crying and talking, Jing Ji frowned even more tightly, but the hand he was holding on the back of He Shiyong's neck turned into a caress.

He stroked the back of He Shiyi's neck and comforted him: "Okay, okay, don't cry."

Someone comforted He Shiyong, crying even harder, he couldn't utter a complete sentence intermittently, "Whoa, why, oh, she still told me to get out, and she also called me a little bastard."

"It's all right, you're not," Jing Ji had no choice but to embrace He Shiyong in his arms, "You're not, you never were."

"She treats you badly, so don't worry about her anymore, you just care about yourself, and whoever makes you unhappy, just tell him to fuck off." Jing Ji hugged He Shiwei and said with downcast eyes.

It has always been the case with him, Jing Ji, whoever provokes him will tell him to fuck off, "No one is more important than yourself, understand?" Jing Ji said.

Hearing Jing Ji's cold words, He Shi shivered a bit, but hugged Jing Ji even tighter.

"Yes." He Shi replied timidly.

"Don't cry, be good." Hearing He Shiqi's answer, Jing Ji said.

"Hmm." He Shiyong buried his face in Jing Ji's neck, covering up the blush on his face.

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The author has something to say: Well, why are the two of them so natural! ?They started dating before they were together.

By the way, everyone, help me think about the name of the article, oh, oh, my name is useless.

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