Let go of the past

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Jiang Xiaomei came in tiptoely with a dinner plate. On the bed a few steps away, the young man who was looking towards the direction of the balcony turned his head, his eyes were clear, as if under the water of a mountain spring. Heiyu, with all kinds of emotions flowing, disappeared in an instant, watched her slowly approaching, and asked softly: "Where are they?"

Jiang Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, and realized after a while that he was asking Father Ji and others, so she put the dinner plate on the octagonal table next to the bed, and replied in a soft voice: "They are all gone." She observed the young man With a white and handsome face, he asked tentatively, "...Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

The young man shook his head slightly, and his eyes slowly moved to the ceiling. His frozen eyes showed absent-minded and hesitant emotions. The slender neck was down, and the two collarbones were clearly visible.

Jiang Xiaomei didn't dare to say much, she dragged a chair to the side of the bed lightly, took the porcelain bowl and sat down, stirred a few times, scooped up a small spoonful of porridge, blew it cool and handed it over, the young man was taken aback by her sudden A series of actions made him feel awkward and helpless, he shook his head and said apologetically, "You can put it there, I really have no appetite, thank you."

Jiang Xiaomei looked at him in surprise, held the porcelain bowl in her hand, bit her lower lip, and said hesitantly, "I feel like you are very polite to servants just like Master Ji Bing."

The young man's eyes seemed to be dizzy with ink, but his expression was indifferent. After a while, he said to her lightly, "I'm a little sleepy."

Jiang Xiaomei stood up abruptly, put the porcelain bowl on the bedside table, leaned over and took out one of the two layers of down pillows that had been placed on the young man's back, and helped him to lie down slowly, Qiqi Ai said: "Then you sleep a little longer Bar."

The door was gently closed, Jiang Xiaomei stroked her chest, turned around and walked down the marble steps, halfway down, the door on the first floor was suddenly pulled open from the outside, Ji Bing in a dark coat came in, The cold air engulfing his body froze the surrounding air for an instant, and he looked up, his deep eyes were as bright as the dawn stars in the dark night sky.

"Master Ji Bing!" Jiang Xiaomei ran downstairs, and bumped into Ji Bing who was walking over halfway, her mouth couldn't keep up with her brain, she almost bit her tongue, and said hurriedly: "Wake up!" , he woke up!"

Ji Bing trembled, and was about to rush upwards, but Jiang Xiaomei grabbed his sleeves tightly, and his body was staggered. He turned his head and frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't go in yet..." Jiang Xiaomei hesitated and didn't know what to say, stomped her foot, gritted her teeth and blurted out: "The second young master just fell asleep again."

Ji Bing seemed to be deaf for a moment, and asked irritably, "What second young master?"

"Jiang Xiaomei." Aunt Liu came out of Ji's mother's bedroom on the second floor with an unclear expression, "My wife has a cold, you should call Dr. Li quickly."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Ji Bing and smiled brightly at him, "Young master is back, have you finished your dinner yet? The kitchen has made some new desserts, do you want to try them?"

Ji Bing was already very impatient in his heart, too lazy to listen to their unnutritious nonsense, turned around and said coldly: "No need."

Aunt Liu stared at Ji Bing's back, her eyes dimmed, and then she sighed, gave Jiang Xiaomei a silent look, then raised her chin, and mouthed to her: Go back to your room.

Ji Bing pressed the doorknob with both hands, trembling almost visibly, the door was pushed open inch by inch, and the figure of the man on the bed slowly came into view.The moonlight poured down through the gauze curtain of the balcony, and the huge bed was cut into half-darkness, like a small boat floating on the river, isolated and helpless, but full of starlight and hope before dawn.

He slowly approached, his heart beating more violently as the distance got closer, until he could no longer move his feet, and his lover's face stopped within a short distance.

The young man turned slightly towards the balcony, half of his face sank into the soft pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.After listening carefully, the sound of breathing was regular and soothing, and one hand exposed on the plain quilt was resting on the chest, slightly closed, the bones were slender and round, and it felt crystal clear under the moonlight.

Ji Bing's throat choked up, but finally he couldn't control it. He leaned over and grabbed his hand, and kissed it on his lips. The eyelashes of the sleeping young man trembled slightly, but he didn't wake up.

After a while, Ji Bing put down his hand, lifted the corner of the quilt and tucked in the exposed arm, and rubbed the black hair on the top of his head lovingly, then slowly straightened up, eyes locked on the young man all the time Inside, there is an indelible tenderness and affection.

The door behind "...young master" was carefully pushed open a crack, and Aunt Liu leaned half her body in, and said dully, "Madam asked you, it's not convenient to go to her place right now."

Ji Bing said lightly, "Now?"

"Yes." Aunt Liu lowered her eyebrows, "Madam has something to say to you."

"it is good."

Ji Bing walked to the door of the room and stepped out. The cracks in the door were gradually narrowed, and finally the room was locked in darkness.

Under the shroud of hazy moonlight, the sleeping young man slowly opened his eyes, took out the arm that had been tucked under the quilt, and slowly raised it in front of his eyes. He stared at the back of his hand silently for a while, and then gently Putting it down lightly, the expression on his face was dark and unclear.

"Mom." Ji Bing went to his mother's room, and the other party was sitting on the sofa in the small hall, holding a silk handkerchief to cover his mouth and coughing lightly, his face was sickly red.

Ji's mother looked up at him with a gentle voice: "When did you come back?"

"Just walked in." Ji Bing said as he handed the jacket that he hadn't bothered to take off to Aunt Liu, and walked over to sit down in front of the sofa opposite. Ji's mother cleared her throat, but coughed again.

Ji Bing turned to Aunt Liu and asked, "Did you call the doctor?"

"Don't bother." Ji's mother stopped him, "I have a common cold, and there is medicine at home. Let Aunt Liu go down and get it."

She looked over with full eyes, in a trance, like the water in the garden pond. Although it was quiet and clear, it lost the charm of agility, and her tone was calm: "Have you seen him?"

Ji Bing hummed, and then asked bluntly: "during my absence, did my dad go to his place?"

Ji Mu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Ji Bing narrowed his eyes slightly, examined his mother's expression, and said again: "Then what do you want to say by calling me here?"

Ji's mother covered her mouth and coughed a few more times, and Sipa looked over with half-covered eyes at the corner of Sipa, with a tone of compromise and comfort: "Listen to your words, and don't fight against your father again. Even if you don't want to Be convinced, and bear it on the surface, he will always grow old one day."

Ji Bing leaned back on the back of the sofa, his two long legs wrapped in straight trousers were slightly bent, the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he said slowly: "Mom, I'm already very obedient, he forced me to come back, Ask me to go to the company, and do all of these, except that I have tied ropes to my limbs to be his marionette, how can you let me bear it?"

Ji's mother opened her mouth, looking like she was hesitant to speak, but before she could say anything, she heard Ji Bing change the subject, and her voice suddenly became gloomy: "But my bottom line is Li Ziqing."

Ji's mother stared at him blankly, and after a while she looked away. Aunt Liu came over with a tea tray and placed it on the tea table in front of the two of them. Her eyes wandered over the faces of the mother and the child, and she said softly: "It's late at night, ma'am Go to bed early after drinking the medicine, and you too, young master."

"Aunt Liu," Ji Bing looked at her with burning eyes, "What did you mean when you suddenly called me Eldest Young Master?"

Aunt Liu and Mother Ji's bodies froze at the same time, Aunt Liu knew that she had slipped her words, she looked at Mother Ji for help, she looked sad, she closed her eyes slowly, finally sighed, and said quietly to Ji Bing: " Go and see Li Ziqing again."

Ji Bing stared at his mother for a second or two, then suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

"Madam..." Behind him, Aunt Liu said in confusion, "What should I do now..."

"I can't help it..." Mother Ji leaned back on the sofa as if she had lost her strength, "What can I do?"

Ji Bingfeng, who had gone back and forth, pushed open the door furiously and rushed to Li Ziqing's bed, but when he saw the peaceful and peaceful sleeping face of the other party, he died instantly, his eyes were gloomy and anxious, and his outstretched hand was in mid-air. Stopped, but refused to take it back for a long time.

After a while, he heard his deep and hoarse voice, saying softly: "If you wake up, open your eyes and look at me."

The person on the bed didn't move, not even a twitch of eyelashes.

Ji Bing grabbed his hand that was placed on the quilt again, and slowly bent down, his palm was suddenly emptied, the sleeping man opened his eyes, and slowly pulled his arm back, his eyes were cold and distant, faintly carrying means alert.

Ji Bing looked at the other party in astonishment, opened his mouth, and found that he was speechless.

The two stared at each other's faces. After a long while, Ji Bing showed a complicated expression. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked with a wry smile, "It can't be such a coincidence, can it? Do you remember who I am?"

The other party was still looking at him fixedly, with a calm expression, silent.

It was as if a hole had been pried open in Ji Bing's heart, and the cold wind was pouring in, as if it couldn't get through, and the temperature was taken away bit by bit.

"It's okay." He knelt down and reached out to touch the other person's face, "This time I will chase you instead."

Pa, the palm was knocked off, Li Ziqing's eyes reached the limit of vigilance, and forcefully spit out two words: "Ji Bing."

Ji Bing was stunned, and after a while, his face showed an expression of ecstasy, his eye sockets turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he completely forgot about being beaten by the other party in an instant, and responded with a choked voice: "Yes I."

Li Ziqing looked at him with a complicated expression. After a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, his smile was cold and teasing, and he said slowly: "What are you pretending? You look so disgusting."

Under Ji Bing's instantly frozen expression, he felt an uncontrollable joy in his heart, and then said slowly: "Isn't it because of you that I am like this now, brother?"