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"Huh?" Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "Do these two words have the same meaning?"

Ji Yao also knew that playing word games in front of the lawyer was a bit self-defeating, so he smiled and didn't make a sound, but moved a little to Jiang Heng's side, and then gently touched his hand.

Lawyer Jiang ruthlessly exposed Ji Yao's little thoughts, but he didn't avoid it.

His hands were resting on the old railing, which was icy cold by the night wind. Ji Yao's body temperature was slightly higher than his, which was particularly obvious in the cold wind.

He acquiesced in Ji Yao's approach, and even turned his body slightly, looking down at him.

Ji Yao knew what he meant by agreeing, so he took a step forward slowly, put his arms around Jiang Heng's waist, and hugged him lightly.

He hugged him very carefully, without even using much strength. Compared with "hugging", it was more like embracing Jiang Heng, which was a social distance that could be withdrawn at any time.

Jiang Heng's hand holding the railing tightened slightly, he seemed to want to raise his hand to hug Ji Yao back, but in the end he held back for some unknown reason.

Ji Yao took a deep breath, and the cold and slightly bitter patchouli aroma flowed into his chest along his nasal cavity, and finally dispersed into a long-lasting sigh.

Very familiar, Ji Yao thought, but very strange.

Jiang Heng was a little thinner than a few years ago, but he stood straight and his back was tense. Ji Yao's hands were pressed against his back through a thick coat, and he felt a little nervous.

In the past two years, Ji Yao seldom even saw him in his dreams, but just as he was able to recognize Jiang Heng from his back three years later, this embrace also left a deep impression on him.

At this moment, that inexplicable sense of burnout surged up from his heart again, filling his entire chest in perfect succession.

"What do you like about me?" Ji Yao suddenly asked.

His voice was very soft, as if he was asking Jiang Heng, but also as if he was asking himself.This question seemed to be a product of impulse catalyzed by alcohol, and it just popped out of his mouth without warning.

But after finishing speaking, Ji Yao didn't feel regretful.

Because he really doesn't understand.

He originally thought that according to Jiang Heng's temperament, he should simply forget about his "stained ex-boyfriend" after breaking up, and then throw himself back into those weak waters and continue to find a suitable love partner according to his preferences.

But Jiang Heng didn't. Not only did he not look for it, he even didn't change his bank card password for three years.

Just like Li Linghua's case at that time, if Jiang Heng retaliated against him, or acted in an official manner, Ji Yao would at most feel wronged and angry—but Jiang Heng didn't, he not only helped him, but also repaid him in an extremely glorious way clean.

So Ji Yao couldn't help feeling guilty, blamed himself, and a little unexplainably sad.

While he felt that he was not worth it, at the same time, he couldn't control the secret joy in his heart.

"There are many people who like you." Ji Yao still kept hugging him, as if only at such a distance could he gain the courage to speak from Jiang Heng: "There should be someone who is better than me."

"Actually, there is no reason." Jiang Heng said lightly: "If I must say one thing, it is that once I worked overtime, and when I got home, I found you waiting for me on the sofa and left food for me."

Ji Yao is not a very good love partner, Jiang Heng has always known it.

He is cowardly, restless, in shackles and unable to resist - all these things show that he is not a good match, but anyone who is smart should get out as soon as possible.

But for Jiang Heng, Ji Yao is unique and irreplaceable.

Ji Yao couldn't remember Jiang Heng's "overtime work day" anymore. He frowned in confusion and tried to think in his mind for a long time, but he still couldn't remember the specific details.

But Jiang Heng still remembers it clearly.

At that time, he had just lived with Ji Yao for a few months, Beijing was about to enter winter, and it had just ushered in a strong cooling of the northern cold current.

At that time, Jiang Heng had just started to sue the leading case by himself. The first case was allocated by legal aid. The facts of the case were backward.

He worked overtime until after ten o'clock in the evening before finally clearing up the case. On the way home, he was wrapped in a coat and was almost blown into a living human stick by the cold wind.

It was unbearably cold that day, and it was not easy to take a taxi on the road. When Jiang Heng arrived home, it was almost midnight.He was afraid of waking Ji Yao up, so he didn't dare to press the combination lock, and opened the door lightly with the spare key.

But as soon as he opened the door, a warm halo poured out from the crack of the door and sprinkled on the back of his feet.

The warm-color surround light on the ceiling of the living room was on, and Ji Yao was reclining on the sofa, lazily holding up a tablet to read information.He was obviously sleepy, and he was so inattentive, his flat eyes almost crooked into the cracks of the sofa.

The sound of opening the door alarmed Ji Yao, he rolled over and sat up cross-legged on the sofa, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Why did you come back at this hour?"

"Working overtime." Jiang Heng said, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Wait for you." Ji Yao didn't care too much, he pulled the tablet out from the crack of the sofa, then rubbed his hair indiscriminately, and pointed to the small restaurant next to him: "Have you eaten yet? The dishes are warming in the steamer , if you haven’t eaten, go get the chopsticks yourself.”

He was obviously very sleepy, his eyelids were clenched when he spoke, and his voice had a strong nasal sound.

There was no heating in Beijing at that time, but when Jiyao turned on the air conditioner, the humid warmth in the room rushed to Jiang Heng, bringing him into a warm nest from the cold and windy winter.

He hung the key on his fingertips, stood at the door of the room with clear light and shadow, looked at Ji Yao in pajamas, and suddenly felt a sense of dust settled.

It wasn't until that moment that Jiang Heng suddenly realized that in fact, all he wanted were these things.

Maybe Ji Yao didn't realize that he was obviously so afraid of starting a family, but subconsciously he was trying to manage a family well.

For Jiang Heng, that day was an important moment for him to truly determine the future, but for Ji Yao, it was just an ordinary day.He didn't know what kind of change he had brought to Jiang Heng, so he had very little impression of that day.

He racked his brains and couldn't come up with one, two, three, but Jiang Heng didn't seem to want to explain much.

Jiang Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Yao. He himself hadn't drunk a single drop of alcohol today, but Ji Yao obviously drank a lot, the corners of his eyes were a little red, he was not sober, and he was much more courageous than usual.

Jiang Heng looked at him for a while, his eyes couldn't help being attracted by the red marks.

It's been three years, but actually these three years haven't been very difficult, Jiang Heng deliberately didn't think of Ji Yao many times, and he didn't get stuck in the memories and was in pain.

He didn't wait for him on purpose, but he didn't have time to let go.

Jiang Heng's eyes changed again and again, he pursed his lips, finally couldn't help raising his hand, and gently touched the corner of Ji Yao's eyes.

Ji Yao was shocked by his cold fingertips. For a moment, he even had the urge to get back together with Jiang Heng on the spot.

But the alcohol-overloaded brain still retains a bit of sanity, he bit the tip of his tongue, forcefully forcing himself to swallow the sentence back.

This is not a good time, Ji Yao thought.

Everything happened today was too coincidental, he dared to go to the second floor to find Jiang Heng, and talked to him so much, half of it was because of being provoked by Ge Xing, and half of it was because of alcohol.

There are too many uncertainties in both, Ji Yao can't be sure that he is sober, and he doesn't know if he is ready to start over with Jiang Heng.

His emotions have undoubtedly been clamoring to approach Jiang Heng, but after all, they have been separated for three years. Ji Yao doesn't know whether they miss each other's memories from three years ago or the person in front of them. ignore.

In a sense, "recombination" is more cautious than the first love, because Ji Yao knows that if he and Jiang Heng don't have a good result this time, there will be no next chance.

So Ji Yao let go of his hands, straightened his waist, and took the initiative to end the hug.

But it was hard for him not to say anything, so his lips moved slightly, and he changed to a safer word.

"You and me." Ji Yao said softly, "Is it possible to start again?"

Jiang Heng looked at him quietly without saying anything.

After a while, he gently pressed Ji Yao's lips with his thumb, then lowered his head slightly, and kissed his knuckles.

He didn't answer Ji Yao, but gave him a warm kiss.