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The work was handled smoothly, and the partner warmly invited Ji Shurong to have dinner, and it was already late at night when he returned to the hotel.

He drank a little wine, not really drunk, but a little sleepy.

Drowsiness is torture to Ji Shurong, even if he closes his eyes and thinks nothing, his overactive nerves will still trigger some unpleasant memories.

But this time it seemed to be different. After the complicated and chaotic lights and shadows faded, what appeared was the scene of him getting along with Jiang Jing.

Ji Shurong was lying on the bed leaning on the pillow, with one leg propped up and the other hanging on the ground. The light in the room was off. In the darkness, he closed his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, he has not been unaware all this time.

Jiang Jing dodged him for no reason, and he could easily capture the obvious joy and sadness in his eyes every time, and then continued to pretend that nothing had happened.

For a long time, he felt that he was calm enough and pessimistic enough.He goes to the doctor every week, takes medicine on time, and quits smoking and drinking. Everyone thinks that he is slowly getting better, but he knows in his heart that these are all illusions.

——He doesn't care about his body, and he doesn't care whether the disease can be cured or not.The job is to thank Xu Shao for taking care of him, the bartending is because of Yang Xiao's repeated requests, and the purpose of life is to not make people who care about him sad.

Until Jiang Jing appeared, his stagnant heart finally had waves.

He had already noticed something was wrong with him, but he always ignored it subconsciously, as if as long as he didn't think about it, the throbbing would disappear.

Until last night, Yang Xiao told him that Jiang Jing fell in love with someone.He knew who it was, but he still couldn't help asking for confirmation, so he deliberately said that he wanted to start the video, and wanted to see Jiang Jing's reaction with his own eyes.

As he expected, no matter how Jiang Jing tried to hide it, clues would still come out of his eyes.

He remained calm, wishing he could fly to Jiang Jing immediately and hug him fiercely.Tell him, don't be sad, the person you like likes you too.

But he can't say.

Xu Shao said that he didn't just regard Jiang Jing as a child. He didn't deny it at the time, but just sighed lightly, saying what the hell.

He likes Jiangjing, so what.

He looks glamorous on the outside, but the inside has long been rotten. He can't even see his own path, how to promise another person's future.

He maintained a precarious calm, trying to push the man away.A child's love is too precious, and he is ashamed of himself.

But at the same time he was reluctant.

I can't bear to make the child sad, and I can't bear to be too far away from him.

Ji Shurong raised an arm over his eyes, obviously smiling, but a soft sigh escaped from the corner of his lips.

Sure enough, you can't drink, because it's easy to think too much when you drink.

The mobile phone that was quietly put aside suddenly turned on, and finally there was more light in the room where you could not see your fingers.

He thought it was a message from his partner, and he picked it up after a few minutes, then stared blankly.

Jiang Jing: Are you asleep?

He didn't reply in time, and the other party sent another message.

Jiang Jing: I won't bother you when you're asleep, good night.

This person is really...why so cute.

Ji Shurong: Didn't sleep, what's the matter?

Jiang Jing: Oh, it's actually nothing, I just want you to look out the window.

Ji Shurong: Huh?are you outside the window

Jiang Jing: ...

Jiang Jing: What are you thinking? It is said on the Internet that there will be shooting stars at this time tonight.

Ji Shurong sat up slowly from the bed, and walked to the window with his mobile phone. Jiang Jing was still sending him a message, telling him not to forget to make a wish.

Ji Shurong lowered his head and smiled, and stretched out his hand to open the curtains.

The cold moonlight streams in from the sky, the glass is dazzling, and the silhouette of tall buildings in the distance is looming.He watched quietly with one hand in his pocket, while his phone kept vibrating beside him.

Jiang Jing: Come on, come on, there are still 2 minutes.

Jiang Jing: You must make a wish, it is very spiritual.

Ji Shurong: Good.

Jiang Jing didn't send any more messages, Ji Shurong raised his eyes and looked out the window in the silence.

The night sky didn't seem to change much, except that at a certain moment, a very dazzling point suddenly flashed across the sky, and then returned to darkness.

Ji Shurong's eyes flickered, and he closed his eyes.

A moment later, the phone buzzed, and there was a glimmer of light in his lowered eyes.

Jiang Jing: Did you see it!Just now, there really was a shooting star!

Ji Shurong: I see.

Jiang Jing: Did you make a wish?

Ji Shurong: Yes.

Jiang Jing was silent for two seconds, and then sent a message: What is your wish?

There was another half minute pause.

Jiang Jing: If you don't want to say it, forget it.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone quietly passed by, and the whispers gradually drifted away.The night is thick like insoluble ink, and all the secret thoughts are silently fermented in the dead of night.

The belated energy of alcohol surged into his brain, and his heart beat suddenly a few seconds faster at this moment.Ji Shurong lost his mind briefly.

Just this once, he said to himself.

Ji Shurong pressed the voice button and brought it close to his lips: "My wish——"

"It is to hope that the children will be happy forever."

The air seemed to be frozen, and every minute and every second was extremely long.

The voice call from Jiang Jing rang in the next second, and the silence made people feel extremely palpitating.

Before Ji Shurong connected, Jiang Jing's slightly hasty and trembling voice came: "Ji Shurong, actually..."

"Jiangjing."

The unspoken words were abruptly interrupted.

Ji Shurong's tone was gentle, but with an undeniable determination: "It's late, go to sleep."

Then he didn't give Jiang Jing room to speak, and hung up the call with his eyes downcast.

He didn't dare to ask for more, and he didn't know how to respond to such a passionate and pure love.that's it.

Stop loss in time.

The next day, everyone in the school was discussing the shooting star that flashed last night. Several boys were fighting together, and one of them blushed and shouted thickly: "Go away, if I don't tell you, your wish won't work if you say it."

The teacher who came over with his back behind his back scolded at the top of his voice, "The mid-term exam is two days away! If you make trouble, go home!"

The corridor was instantly quiet, and the passing students hurried back to their seats.

The exam was approaching, and it was the city's unified exam. The teachers of all subjects paid great attention to it, and the exam papers were handed out as if they didn't need money.

Seeing that he was immersed in his homework, Zhao Yu couldn't help asking, "Brother Jiang, how are you doing with your studies?"

"Almost." Jiang Jing said.

Zhao Yu thought he was bragging when he was still drunk, but it took two days to realize that Jiang Jing was actually being modest.

During the two days during the exam, a group of people in the back row either frantically prepared cheat sheets, or discussed secret codes to cheat.

Only Jiang Jing was either reading a book or brushing up questions.

The results came out very quickly, and the report card was posted on the blackboard as soon as class started on Friday afternoon.

A group of people swarmed up, surrounded by three layers inside and outside, some families were happy and some were sad, and there was a lot of noise.

Jiang Jing sat on the seat as motionless as a mountain, flipping through his phone intermittently.

Since that night, there has been a tacit understanding between him and Ji Shurong, and no one has taken the initiative to bring up the unfinished sentence.Jiang Jing wondered more than once whether Ji Shurong knew what he was going to say.To interrupt actually means to decline.

But since this is the case...

Why did Ji Shurong make such a wish?

Jiang Jing didn't dare to think deeply, for fear that he would be too sentimental.

The noisy crowd in front was dispersed by the teacher. Zhao Yu rushed over for the first time and knocked on Jiangjing's table when passing by: "Brother Jiang, cow."

Jiang Jing was absent-minded: "Huh?"

"You actually passed [-] this time." Zhao Yu was convinced, and cupped his fists at him: "Brother Jiang, Gou Fugui, don't forget each other."

Jiang Jing's progress was too fast. After class, the teacher called out his name and praised him by name. The whole class applauded in surprise or perfunctory, but the person involved showed no surprise.

The teacher encouraged with a smile: "Don't be proud of the victory and not discouraged by the defeat. Jiang Jing, continue to work hard, and strive to enter the top fifteen in the next exam."

The higher the ranking, the harder it is to rise in the ranking, Jiang Jing knows this truth well.

His success in the exam this time was actually due to the factor of luck - the last big math problem was similar to the one that Ji Shurong taught him.Jiang Jing didn't listen carefully at the time, he only knew how to solve the problem, and in the end he got it right by mistake.

He took out his phone from the hole in the table and sent a message to Ji Shurong.

Jiang Jing: I got twenty candidates this time.

Not asking for praise, he just suddenly remembered something.

Jiang Jing: You said before that if I improve my grades in the midterm exam, you can promise me a request. Does that still count?

Ji Shurong: Of course it counts.

Ji Shurong: What do you want?

Jiang Jing paused: I want you to come back soon.

After about half a minute, Ji Shurong replied: OK.

With such a simple word, without asking why or when he would come back, Jiang Jing felt inexplicably at ease.

There were three classes in the afternoon, the last two classes were Chinese, and the lecture was about composition, and fell asleep a lot.

Jiang Jing wasn't sleepy, but he just couldn't listen.

He had nothing to do, casually clicked into the chat box just now, and read the chat records between him and Ji Shurong from the beginning with great interest.

Especially when he saw the part where Ji Shurong asked him to call him "brother", Jiang Jing's ears felt hot, and he deleted it out of sight.

Zhao Yu was sleeping on the table, with her head turned towards Jiang Jing, and she opened her eyes bewilderedly, just in time to see Jiang Jing staring at the phone and giggling.

Zhao Yu approached the table, covered her mouth and asked, "What are you looking at?"

On the stage, the Chinese teacher was still analyzing the full-score composition, and the surroundings were full of whispers. Jiang Jing automatically blocked all the sounds, holding the mobile phone and watching with special concentration.

Seeing that it was almost time to leave school, the surroundings were even more restless, looking around, wishing to be the first to rush out of the classroom.

Jiang Jing was about to put away his phone when a message popped up on the top of the screen.

Ji Shurong: I'll wait for you at the school gate.

Seeing that Jiang Jing's face changed instantly, Zhao Yu couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he leaned over and asked, "What good things are you looking at, Brother Jiang?"

The school bell rang at this moment.

The Chinese teacher had just put down the chalk and was about to say a few more words when Jiang Jing stood up with a groan.

Zhao Yu was taken aback by him: "What are you doing?"

As if Jiang Jing hadn't heard of it, he opened the back door and ran out, the wind blowing up Zhao Yu's face.