intangible heritage

Jiang Xun spoke very seriously, his long and narrow eyes were full of light, seeing this appearance, no one could treat his words as a love story or a joke, just listen to it and pass it by.

Qin Rong couldn't either, his heart seemed to be tightly entwined with fishing line, the long and heavy pain gradually penetrated into the blood vessels of his limbs, and along with his protruding fingertips, fell on Jiang Xun's face.

If possible, Qin Rong would rather Jiang Xun not love him so much, this road has been too hard, now it's time for him to support Jiang Xun, and even carry him on his back, to drench through those splinters.

Since that day, Qin Rong's visits to the psychological clinic have gradually increased. It is said that his condition has stabilized, but in fact there is no need for such frequent consultations.

But Qin Rong wanted to remember that no matter how painful it was, he should remember that he couldn't leave Jiang Xun alone on that lonely road.

As the beginning of winter approached, Qin Nian's class called parents for a meeting.

Jiang Xun went.

Among a bunch of grandparents, he is the most picky one, with his back straight and a notebook on the table, he is afraid that he is not so disciplined when he is serious about reading.

The old man next to him couldn't help laughing, and joked, "This is the first time for the young man to hold a parent-teacher meeting?"

Jiang Xun felt a little proud out of nowhere, and raised his head, "Yeah."

"What's your child's name?"

Jiang Xun replied, "Qin Nian."

"Good name." After the uncle finished speaking, he hissed suddenly, as if thinking of something, he raised his eyes and looked around Jiang Xun, then turned his head and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Jiang Xun probably caught a few words, such as young, divorced, and pity, which are incomprehensible.

He frowned, but he was unwilling to ask, so he simply pretended not to hear.

Turning around, he happened to meet Qin Nian's class teacher. Jiang Xun usually doesn't remember names, but because he was praised by Qin Nian for his good looks, Jiang Xun managed to remember that the class teacher's surname was Lin.

Looking at Teacher Lin, Jiang Xun frowned even deeper.

This kind of shy and expectant eyes will only make him feel uncomfortable, because according to his past experience, whenever someone shows this kind of look to him, he will come to confess his love in the next second .

But he was not interested in any of these people, and was useless except to add to the annoyance.

Sure enough, after the parent meeting, Teacher Lin stopped Jiang Xun, but this teacher Lin was quite smart, he didn't say anything excessive, and only asked Jiang Xun to stay and talk with Qin Nian as an excuse.

Most of the conversation fell on Qin Nian, so Jiang Xun, who was not interested in talking to Teacher Lin, couldn't help but follow his words.

After some words, it was approaching five o'clock, which was the rush hour for get off work, and Mr. Lin deliberately said that it was really difficult to get a taxi at this time.

He wanted to use this to ask Jiang Xun to give him a ride, but he didn't expect Jiang Xun to politely say thank you, turn around and leave without asking him how to go back.

He blushed in embarrassment and displeasure, but he didn't expect to run into Jiang Xun again at the corner downstairs.

Jiang Xun was on the phone, and his faint impatience when facing him was completely replaced by lingering at the moment. Suddenly, he felt sour, and he accidentally stepped on the stairs. Accompanied by an uncontrollable exclamation, he hit It fell on Jiang Xun.

The strong rose pheromone enveloped Jiang Xun in an instant - when Omega lost control or was afraid, it would not be able to control the escape of pheromone.

He looked at the omega in his arms coldly, his brows twitched faintly, with a layer of hostility. If he hadn't thought that he was Teacher Qin Nian and also an omega, Jiang Xun might have lost control and threw him out.

Although he didn't make any rude moves, Jiang Xun's tone was as cold as ice, "Mr. Lin, can you help me?"

The charming thoughts in his heart were frozen to ice in an instant. Teacher Lin with a stiff face, withdrew from Jiang Xun's arms, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xun hummed, and strode out.

With Teacher Lin behind him, he almost gritted his teeth.

Never had an alpha embarrass him so much.

Outside the school gate, Jiang Xun threw the pheromone-stained coat into the trash can.

"What happened just now?"

"I was accidentally hit by someone." Jiang Xun put the phone between his arms and head, and opened the car door, "Brother, are you finished?"

"Not yet," Qin Rong didn't ask, "I'll go back by myself."

Jiang Xun spun his tail, "But I miss you."

Qin Rong's eyes on the other end were confused, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said with red ears: "Okay, you come."

Jiang Xun smiled triumphantly, stepped on the accelerator, "Nian Nian, I'll pick it up together."

Because the school held a parent meeting collectively, the students were given half a day off. Ruan Bai said that he missed Qin Nian, so he took Qin Nian out to play.

Jiang Xun picked up Qin Nian from Ruan Bai's house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found the paper in Qin Nian's arms, and while fastening Qin Nian's seat belt, he casually asked, "What is in Nian Nian's hand?"

Qin Nian was much less afraid of Jiang Xun, but he was still afraid. He hesitated and spread out the paper—a picture, with several people painted with colored pens on it.

Jiang Xun looked around, pointed to one of the people holding the child in the middle, and asked, "Is this Dad?"

Qin Nian nodded. Seeing that Jiang Xun recognized him, he was a little more happy and eager to share. He pointed to the one next to him and said, "This is Uncle Ruan."

It's rare that Qin Nian can take the initiative to talk to him, Jiang Xun seized this opportunity and warmed up to Qin Nian, "What about this?"

"teacher LIN!"

"What about this?"

"Grandpa Chen."

"Hahahaha looks pretty similar," Jiang Xun asked again, "Where's this fat one?"

"Uncle Ze."

Oh, the brat really likes Aze.

Jiang Xun asked questions one by one, but the smile on his lips gradually faded away.

Jiang Xun fell silent until he pointed to the last one, who was also holding the child in the middle.

But Qin Nian, who was overjoyed, didn't wait for Jiang Xun to ask, and answered on his own: "This is grandpa!"

There is Teacher Lin, Uncle Chen, Xiaoyi at the same table, and even Aze.

But without him alone.

And Qin Sheng in the middle was like a sharp thorn, piercing into Jiang Xun's heart like crazy.

He knew that Qin Nian could not be blamed, he did something wrong and deserved it, but he still couldn't help but want to tear up the painting in front of him.

And Qin Nian also sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Xun, his round eyes were suddenly filled with fear.

Almost instantly, Jiang Xun's heart was sore to the extreme, and his anger and sadness all turned into bubbles in an instant.

He took a deep breath and smiled, "Does Nian Nian still have a brush?"

This smile is uglier than crying.

Qin Nian also seemed to feel Jiang Xun's sadness. He flipped through the small schoolbag and handed Jiang Xun a paintbrush.

Jiang Xun took it and gripped the paintbrush tightly. Veins burst out on the back of his hand, but he moved very carefully. A few seconds later, a little stickman appeared on the corner of the drawing paper.

"I want to be Nian Nian's family." Jiang Xun stared at the drawing paper, his eyes were a little sore, "But I know that Nian Nian doesn't like me, so I'll occupy such a small space first, and when Nian Nian accepts me Now, draw me bigger, okay?"

After the words fell to the ground, Jiang Xun rubbed Qin Nian's head, then opened the car door and returned to the driving seat.

Qin Nian didn't speak, neither did he.

Just as he was about to step on the accelerator, Qin Nian unbuckled his seat belt and crawled over from the gap in the car seat.

Qin Nian was still afraid, but he felt that Jiang Xun was sad now, like his father after waking up from a nightmare, which made him unable to remain indifferent. He patted the back of Jiang Xun's hand and said childishly, "Jiang Xun Uncle, don’t cry, don’t cry.”

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