Reborn love is not sweet talk

Xiao Jiang probably has a personal experience of how fragile life is.After that rainstorm, he had undergone three major surgeries and two critical illness notifications. The last time, if Zou Panshu hadn't helped him in time, it might have been more than a critical illness notification, but a fact.

Fortunately, no matter how much suffering, Xiao Jiang still survived with a smile.

He thanked his parents, his eldest brother, and many people who helped him along the way, especially Zou Panshu, who finally made him bid farewell to the pain and suffering. These thanks were buried deep in his heart, and Xiao Jiang didn't say thank you verbally all day long. The tone of voice, and even the frequency of his thanks is much less than that of Dajiang.

Some thanks cannot be expressed with a simple thank you.

When he first arrived in the United States, Xiao Jiang was tortured by illness and couldn't sleep at night, and even Da Jiang was tossing so badly. When Xiao Jiang felt distressed, he thought about how to resolve his concentration, and he couldn't read books anymore.I can’t read those words that I used to love so much, my head is gnawed by the pain, and the fonts are filled one by one, like falling into a black hole, and I can’t piece together the complete meaning.

Then he thought of writing. Since he couldn't read it, he tried to throw it out.

Throwing some words out, Xiao Jiang suddenly smiled, what an interesting word, let's get some useful things out of those black holes that are too eaten up to think.

I didn't expect this method to be really useful. Although most of the time he either fell asleep or sweated in waves, and the sweat penetrated the keyboard along his wrist and palm, but he didn't give up, just like this day by day, day by day In January and January, when the pain was unknown when he could bear it, Xiao Jiang liked the way of concentrating on throwing out some words.

This day was a good day to celebrate. I rushed to the bookstore early, but I was busy all day with the three-hour signing party. When I returned to the apartment at night, looking at the lively living room, I felt all kinds of feelings in my heart.

During the day, the congratulatory calls from China almost blow up the phone, and at night, there are friends reunited together. What a happy life.

However, Xiao Jiang really didn't understand Bai Zijing who had to be invited.

Since the last time I delivered materials to my door, this person always wandered over when I was about to forget him. Xiaojiang didn’t have time to talk to him a lot when he came, so he just sat there quietly drinking tea and snacks, and occasionally he would choose Xiaojiang. A few words about the illustrations, or where there are better illustrations elsewhere, he will use this as a reason to come.

In short, what kind of trouble is this guy going to do?

Xiao Jiang felt a headache, he really didn't know what Bai Zijing's purpose was.

Taking advantage of the hustle and bustle in the living room, Xiao Jiang dragged Zou Panshu to the second floor, and the other people with good eyesight let them leave.

Xiaojiang finished talking to Zou Panshu about his troubles, and finally shrugged helplessly and said, "Panshu, can you tell him not to come? My brother is very nervous every time. You know, we are not of the same class as him. , my brother is always worried that it will be fine if he accidentally offends someone or gets you into trouble."

Zou Panshu froze for a moment, then frowned. After thinking for a long time, he had no choice but to regretfully say: "Xiaojiang, you also know that he is my teacher. I didn't have the guts to say anything. At first I was afraid of him. Yes, although I'm not afraid now, but... hey, let's not talk about this. He is a good person, but he is a little bit his own way, I can only bless you but not interfere with him. "

"Ah? I thought the relationship would be better if you stayed together for two years. After you came, didn't he show up again and again?"

"But you also show up every time. It's definitely not because of me. You can't let Shukuang hear this." Zou Panshu quickly reached out to cover him, and Ren Shukuang was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. He is very clingy, and if he hears this, he might not know what to do when he goes back. Thinking of this, Zou Panshu feels pain in his back and legs.

"Okay. Hey, I really don't understand what this person means. Did I offend him somewhere?" Xiao Jiang had no choice but to look for the problem in himself, but he couldn't figure it out after much deliberation.

The two had no choice but to hastily end the topic and go downstairs.

The surrogate child in Ren Shukuang's family was born prematurely. This news made the party a lot more dull. After the two of them left in a hurry, Qiguang and the others also left.

Xiao Jiang will have a celebration party tomorrow, and the hosts will be the friends he met after coming to the United States, and two colleagues introduced by the magazine, who became friends because of work acquaintances, and one of them keeps inviting Xiao Jiang to transfer to his company. Unfortunately, Xiaojiang never let go of the company. If he still insists on returning to China, he will return to his original company.

Speaking of which, he was really tired, not only physically, but also nervously. It was even rarer to drink two more glasses of wine, and he became a little overwhelmed after a long time.

While cleaning up the dishes in the dining room, Da Jiang kept looking at Bai Zijing, who was sitting on the sofa tasting wine gracefully, without moving. He was even more confused, and he didn't have the courage to ask the guests to leave.

"Congratulations, Jiang Lantian." It was the first time Bai Zijing called Xiao Jiang's full name, which scared Xiao Jiang.

This name is really used too little. Apart from official documents, even the pen name of the book is just a homonym for "Jiang". My colleagues don't know where the habit came from. Anyway, it is Xiaojiang Xiaojiang's name, especially for friends. , Suddenly hearing his name coming out of Bai Zijing's opened lips, Xiao Jiang felt like a nightmare, as if it was a magic spell that had firmly ensnared him.

Shaking his head violently, Xiao Jiang shook off this weird feeling. How can there be such a thing? It's not some kind of witchcraft that can arrest a person's soul by calling a name.

"Thank you." Up until now, Xiao Jiang had never called Bai Zijing by name directly. Counting back and forth, they had met almost twenty times.

Xiao Jiang was taken aback by this number. He didn't believe it at first, but he calculated it in his mind, and when it really happened, his face immediately became embarrassed. How did he become like this?

"What? Are you afraid of me?" Bai Zijing leaned his upper body forward slightly, pulling closer to Xiao Jiang who was sitting across from him, his voice seemed to be full of temptation, and his eyes, which looked creepy in the past, were shining brightly. Some kind of complex glow.

"No...how could it be, you're delusional." Xiao Jiang leaned back subconsciously, pulling the distance away again.Being so close, the breath of Bai Zijing's body poured into his nose, and Xiao Jiang felt even more dizzy.

"Jiang Lantian, I think we can be considered friends. Is this how you treat friends? Or is it difficult to pronounce my name?" Bai Zijing had discovered this situation a long time ago, and this discovery made him very interesting. It's a bit of a bad taste. It's rare to see this free-looking person embarrassed. It's very interesting, as interesting as work.

At the top of the pyramid in the photography world, few people can stand at the top. Achievement means that all of these people are workaholics, and Bai Zijing is no exception.

It's just that he doesn't know when it will start. Apart from photography, he feels that there may be other things in life.

The two-year world tour meant searching. He originally thought it was to find a new understanding of images in his heart, but today he found that it was not.

On the road of photography, he is far ahead of countless people, and there are only a few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder, but he suddenly feels that life is not complete. I had an epiphany, but looking back one day, I found that when I saw Xiao Jiang's words, the veil of mystery was lifted.

It turns out that searching all the time is nothing more than pursuing the true meaning of life. When he was young, Bai Zijing felt that he was born in this world for photography, and he was suddenly lost when he reached the top.

I almost lost myself in confusion, until those concise and powerful words about life, pain and fragility, happiness and gratitude, hatred and guilt, and rainbows after the storm, the real and warm life, Bai Zijing suddenly envied stand up.

Xiaojiang felt a terrible headache. Compared with the pain in his body, he really didn't know how to resolve this kind of helplessness. Although his temperament was calm, it was still far behind Bai Zijing's level. His lips opened and closed, and he squeezed Can't say a word.

Yes, isn't it just a name?Why can't it be called out?

In addition to reading, studying, and enduring pain, and later studying, working, and enduring pain, and now that the rehabilitation is over, walking slowly, and about to start a new job, Xiao Jiang feels that the experience gained from all these experiences is not enough Teach him how to call Bai Zijing's name out.

Bai Zijing, three words; Zijing, two words, is it so difficult?

The two just looked at each other like this, Xiao Jiang was unconscious, his mind was empty and tangled like a ball of paste, and the corners of Bai Zijing's mouth curved into a perfect arc, very good and very interesting.

"Since you can't cry out, then drink this glass of wine." Bai Zijing pushed his own glass forward, tapped the tea table with his slender and well-maintained fingers and said.

With one command and one action, Xiao Jiang chose the easier thing to do-drinking.

Hot liquor was poured down his throat. Xiaojiang had never tasted liquor before, and suddenly he coughed into darkness, his face was bright and dripping under the warm orange light, and the tears that were forced out hung in the corners of his eyes. He was too fair due to being unable to exercise all year round Dyed with magnificent colors, his bony fingers covered his mouth and refused to let go of his voice.

"What's the matter?" Dajiang was washing dishes in the kitchen, as if he heard something, but it was inconvenient to leave with the foam in his hand, and besides, there were guests, but he still asked if he was worried.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Jiang let go of his hands and said "It's okay, brother", and immediately covered his mouth, refusing to let out any more sound, his chest seemed to be burning, and Bai Zijing on the opposite side faintly turned into two people signs.

He was starting to wonder if this was reality.

Bai Zijing felt that he had gone too far, and frowned slightly, remembering that this person was not fully recovered, so he got up and poured a cup of warm tea for him, and went to the kitchen to comfort Dajiang.

Xiao Jiang thought he was yelling, and his voice was not much louder than a mosquito.

Should we drive him away?Thoughts popped up in Xiaojiang's mind, but his hands betrayed the master's will and honestly took the cup, pouring it down without looking at it. Only then did he suppress a little discomfort. After such a toss in his body, he really couldn't lift his spirits. , limp and uncomfortable, drowsiness and nervousness took control of his nerves.

Bai Zijing stretched out his finger, and lightly tapped the corner of Xiaojiang's moist lips. The warm tea brought the temperature on his lips, which was really desirable. He stretched out his finger to his own lips and licked it, with a little bit of bitterness. Taste, followed by sweetness.

Does it taste good?

"Go to sleep. I'll be leaving right away." Bo Zijing pressed down his hand, Xiao Jiang lay down obediently, closed his eyes as if he had received an amnesty, and fell asleep after a while.

His sleep quality is very good, and he has experienced it a long time ago. As long as his body sends out a signal of fatigue, he can rest at any time and recover his physical strength as soon as possible to deal with the next pain.