Orientation sniping

The road in the middle of the night is much quieter than it was a few hours ago, and the car is unimpeded all the way, and the dim street lights illuminate the car compartment flickeringly.

While waiting for the red light, Ji Shurong turned his head and glanced at Jiang Jing. He stretched out his hand, trying to brush away the obstructive hair in front of Jiang Jing's eyes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Jing slowly opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes were illuminated by the light, and he looked as if he was not drunk.

"Why?" he asked, looking down at the hand in front of him.

Ji Shurong withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Jiang Jing didn't ask any more, his neck was a little sore, he twisted his body and changed his position, bringing his head closer to Ji Shurong.

When the green light came on, Ji Shurong continued to drive forward, and said to him, "Go back to sleep if you're sleepy, and I'll call you when you get home."

Jiang Jing shook his head: "I don't want to sleep."

Ji Shurong held the steering wheel and looked ahead: "If you don't want to sleep, just listen to music."

The melody of the piano music being played is low, and it is easy to relax in the silence.Jiang Jing was distracted looking at the extremely fast retreating road ahead, and suddenly asked nonchalantly, "Am I really bad?"

Ji Shurong glanced at him: "Why do you ask that?"

Jiang Jing didn't say why, but asked again stubbornly.

Ji Shurong said, "I don't think so."

Jiang Jing sneered, and said mockingly, "Liar, you obviously think I'm bad."

It seems that he is not lightly drunk.Ji Shurong turned down the music a little, and patiently chatted with the drunk: "Who says you're bad?"

Jiang Jing snorted, but remained silent.

No one said it, but everyone told him the answer with their actions.

Jiang Zheng had been disappointed with him a long time ago. If it weren't for this blood relationship, he would have denied this son a long time ago.And He Yan, who has been cautiously testing his attitude, didn't pay attention to his mother at all, didn't he just think that his son is incompetent?

There are also teachers in the school who scold him in different ways, and the classmates are afraid that he will not like him. Even the wild dogs on the roadside will take a detour when they see him.

There are a few remaining friends, some admire his strength, some feel sorry for him, and some...

Probably never even seen his real face.

Thinking about this, Jiang Jing lowered his head and muttered, "Anyway, no one likes me."

His voice was low, with obvious drunkenness, and it was very clear in the quiet carriage.

Ji Shurong looked at him, and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his hair.The look of the child with his head downcast is really pitiful.

This idea was fleeting, Ji Shurong continued to drive, and said: "You can feed wild cats, buy a bunch of stale oranges, and play the piano. You look domineering but are kind. In my eyes, you are very kind." Adorable and endearing."

"No." Jiang Jing retorted: "I smoke, drink, fight, don't study, make the teacher angry, and have a bad relationship with my family."

He paused for a moment, and then continued: "I still give you trouble, how can anyone like me."

When people get drunk, they talk more. Jiang Jing used his drunkenness to utter the words hidden in his heart. He didn't feel too uncomfortable at first, but now the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and he successfully convinced himself.

Ji Shurong turned the steering wheel and turned into the deserted street. The headlights illuminated the empty road ahead, and the gate of the community gradually appeared in front of him.

He stopped the car slowly, and said in a thick shadow: "Jiang Jing, you don't need to deny yourself so much, what you said is actually not important, everyone makes such mistakes when they are young, I used to be the same So, now that I think about it, it’s nothing.”

Jiang Jing sniffed and remained silent for a while, not sure if he had heard it or not.

He was silent for a long time, Ji Shurong thought he was asleep, and was about to lean over to have a look, when Jiang Jing suddenly asked, "Then do you like me?"

Ji Shurong was taken aback.

Of course, this "like" is not like in that sense, but Jiang Jing's question was too sudden, and he didn't react for a while.

The music had been turned off long ago, and there was no other sound to be heard in the quiet of the night, only the slight breathing of the two people around, gradually overlapping in silence.

Alcohol is a terrible thing, the quiet atmosphere urges drowsiness to rush to the brain, Jiang Jing's eyelashes drooped lower and lower, and finally closed completely.Before falling into a deep sleep, he heard a vague and low voice, like a hallucination.

"I like it." Ji Shurong said.

Jiang Jing didn't respond.

He watched Jiang Jing's head slowly slide down against the car window, apparently falling asleep.

You were still talking to him half a minute ago, and you can't hold it anymore after just a while?

Ji Shurong pushed open the car door and went down, went to Jiang Jing's side and unbuttoned his seat belt, leaned over and dragged him out.

Jiang Jing slept soundly enough, such a big movement couldn't wake him up, his legs couldn't be stretched straight, and they hung on Ji Shurong's body like cotton.

Ji Shurong raised his arm and put it on his shoulder, helping him walk in slowly.

This man slept peacefully, but Ji Shurong didn't even know which floor he lived on.

In desperation, he could only knock on the doorman's window. The loud snoring stopped abruptly after a while, and he walked out sleepily and asked, "What are you doing at night?"

Ji Shurong said politely: "My friend is drunk. I'll take him home. I don't know which floor he lives on. Can you check?"

The uncle cheered up and looked at him a few times, and felt that he didn't look like a bad person, so he asked, "What's his name?"

"Jiangjing."

The uncle flipped through the address book, and said after a while: "On the fifth floor, just go up and turn right."

"OK, thanks."

Fifth floor...

Ji Shurong dragged Jiang Jing to the door of the elevator. There was a piece of paper on the door with four large characters written on it—under maintenance.

Ji Shurong watched it silently for a long while, a little reluctant to accept this reality.He sighed heavily, turned his head and said to Jiang Jing who was close at hand: "What should we do? We are going to climb the stairs."

Jiang Jing remained motionless, soundly asleep.

Ji Shurong looked up at the dark and steep stairs, then at Jiang Jing lying quietly on his shoulder, and let out a long sigh of resignation.He helped Jiang Jing to stand upright against the wall, and bent down to lift him up.

There were very regular footsteps in the empty corridor, step by step, slow and steady.

Ji Shurong's slender and powerful hands held Jiang Jing's legs tightly, and bumped him up from time to time.Jiang Jing's thin and firm chin rested on his shoulder, and his warm and gentle breath fell on his earlobe.

Ji Shurong tilted his head, looked at the steps in front of him, and felt that he might put his life on it.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he finally stopped at the door of Jiang Jing's house.Ji Shurong's breath was unsteady, and he took a few breaths before calming down.

He put Jiang Jing down carefully, and asked softly, "Where's the key?"

Jiang Jing seemed to have recovered a bit of sobriety, his lips moved, and he said inaudibly, "In the pocket."

Ji Shurong reached into his pocket, took out the key, opened the door, and helped him in.

I thought that sending him home would be considered a great success, but Jiang Jing grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go.

Ji Shurong exhausted too much energy and couldn't move him. He squatted helplessly beside the bed and asked, "What's wrong?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Jiang Jing's eyes shone in the darkness.He lowered his head, like a homeless wild cat, trying to catch the only person in front of him who was willing to treat him well, and whispered: "Don't go."