I, Sand Sculpture Shou, fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

He Jia was taken aback by Xie Qixing's question: "The road? What road?"

Xie Qixing lowered his head to cut vegetables, and his half-length hair hung down on his forehead, making this scene look like a screenshot from a sad movie.He said: "Didn't that person tell you that I only have five days... Today is the fourth day, and I will die tomorrow, right?"

He Jia was dumbfounded.

Xie Qixing thought he was here to kill him?

He never told Xie Qixing his real identity, and knew that Xie Qixing would definitely think wildly because of this, but he never thought that Xie Qixing's thoughts could be so wild.

Before He Jia could answer, Xie Qixing lowered his head again and scooped up the food in the pot with a spoon: "Forget it, let's eat."

That little thing was as pitiful as it could be.

After the meal, He Jia followed the principle of constant development and went to wash the dishes. Xie Qixing stood at the door and looked at him, and suddenly said, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"what is the problem?"

"Who is he?"

Xie Qixing was holding a wallet in his hand. As he asked, he took out a photo from the wallet. He Jia leaned over to take a look, and was a little surprised.

Looking at the angle, this is a photo taken secretly by someone else.The background is at a hot pot restaurant. He Jia and his little brothers are sitting in a circle, everyone is smiling. He Jia is even more happily holding a bottle of beer, with the other hand on Xie Qixing's shoulder next to him. Laughing at something funny.

And Xie Qixing was looking at He Jia, leaving a profile for the camera.

This was a dinner party before He Jia went to the pit filling department.

He Jia looked at Xie Qixing in the photo, and suddenly couldn't tell what he was feeling. In a romantic way, it was like a lemon soaked in honey, sour and sweet.

Xie Qixing's face suddenly approached He Jia: "Is it because you are so kind to me because I look like him?"

His tone was extremely unpleasant, and various inexplicable emotions rolled in his black eyes like cold stars.

He Jia began to fall into deep thought.

Why, why?

Why, from the beginning to the end, there are only two people, Xie Qixing, but it always turns into an endless stream of stand-in bloody plots?

Xie Qixing snorted coldly, and without giving He Jia a chance to speak, he turned and went back to the bedroom, huddled on the small sofa and started to sulk.

He Jia looked at his back, walked up to him amusedly, and leaned into his ear: "You will understand tomorrow."

Xie Qixing was startled, and hurriedly covered his ears that had been brushed by He Jia's breath, then turned his head away again, ignoring He Jia no matter what.

But when it was time to rest, he was lying next to He Jia as he did a few days ago.

He Jia asked him, "Aren't you quarreling?"

Xie Qixing sighed: "This is my last day, I don't want to spend it arguing with you."

He asked: "Why don't you tell me about you and that person."

"...What is there to say?"

Xie Qixing: "How did you get together?"

His tone was firm, as if he must wait for an answer.

He Jia scratched his head: "If you see it right, we are together."

"There must be a reason, right?"

Xie Qixing asked: "Do you like him very much?"

Fortunately, now that the lights are turned off, He Jia held back for a long time, his face blushing. He even suspected that Xie Qixing had secretly recovered his memory behind his back. It would be too shameful to answer such a question in front of his own face...

He Jia hummed vaguely, but Xie Qixing still refused to let him go: "What kind of person is he?"

He Jia: "He is just a child."

Who knew that Xie Qixing turned over and sat up suddenly after hearing this, with a face full of surprise: "Child? You are committing a crime!"

He Jia: "..."