Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

【You can take out the memory ball between giving him gifts, that's when Xie Jing's vigilance is the weakest. 】

Jiang Zijin put the things in his hands away, it was a small oval ball, the whole was black, it looked ordinary.

'dong dong'

There were several knocks on the door.

Jiang Zijin shouted towards the door from a distance: "Come in."

Xie Jing pushed open the unlocked door, "What's wrong?"

He leaned on crutches and wore a long-neck sweater at home. The sweater was tightly attached to his body, outlining his strong and strong figure.

Xie Jing's face was a little pale, but his eyes were still smiling, and the figures reflected in his pupils were all of her.

"You are looking for me...?"

Xie Jing hadn't finished speaking, his throat was itchy violently, he couldn't hold it back, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his lips and turned around to cough, it didn't stop until quite a while.

"Cough cough cough..."

When I straightened up again, the veil was also stained with blood.

Xie Jing folded the handkerchief in his hand without changing his face, stuffed it back into his pocket, and ordered someone to burn it when he was about to go downstairs.

Jiang Zijin suddenly asked him, "You still haven't recovered from your little cold?"

Xie Jing was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head, staring at Jiang Zijin with his dark and clear eyes.

Jiang Zijin looked away first, then pretended to be nonchalant and took out a box from behind, "Come and see, this is a gift from me."

Xie Jing blinked, then leaned on crutches and walked quickly towards Jiang Zijin's direction.

"What is it?"

Jiang Zijin: "Take it apart and have a look."

Xie Jing did not doubt that he was there, and opened the box in his hand. Inside lay a light gray scarf, which could be seen to be hand-woven, and the stitches were a bit clumsy.

"You did it?"

Xie Jing touched the soft fabric of the scarf, as if the breath and pain in his chest these days had been relieved a lot.

Jiang Zijin responded, then poked the scarf with some embarrassment, and said, "I didn't do it very well... and it was too hasty, and many details were a little wrong. This is the first time I made this Manual, unskilled."

Xie Jing has never seen anything. There are a lot of scarves worth tens of thousands of dollars in his dressing room, all of which are made of precious and soft fabrics, and all of them are handmade, but in his eyes, a cabinet of scarves may Nothing compares to the one in front of me.

"It's okay, I like it."

Even if Jiang Zijin took the apple and said it was for him, he would be very happy.

Xie Jing took out the scarf and asked, "Have you ever done this for others?"

Jiang Zijin nodded, and Xie Jing gave a low laugh.

"very nice."

He was the first to receive the scarf woven by Jiang Zijin.

Xie Jing's thoughts diverged a little.

Even that person has never received a gift from Jinjin.

Does that also explain...

Jin Jin also has a little place for him in his heart.

Xie Jing couldn't help but leaned closer, and kissed Jiang Zijin's lips.

He hoped that at least after his death, he could leave a little place in Jiang Zijin's heart, not much, as long as Jiang Zijin could remember him.

Jiang Zijin paused for taking the clear memory ball from behind.

She watched Xie Jing kiss her, and smelled the faint scent of perfume on Xie Jing's body.

Jiang Zijin stretched out her arms and hid the amnestic ball deeper, fearing that Xie Jing would see it in advance.

During the few seconds when she was distracted, Xie Jing saw that she didn't resist, and the kiss became deeper and deeper. He raised his hand to cover Jiang Zijin's eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Jiang Zijin closed his eyes subconsciously, and Xie Jing kissed hard, or in other words, every time he kissed, he was very forceful, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

When she was out of breath, she would subconsciously hug Xie Jing, and Xie Jing would slow down, grab her waist, and bring him to her side.

Jiang Zijin: "Well...Xie Jing..."

Xie Jing paused, fluttering his thick eyelashes, "Can I continue?"

Jiang Zi couldn't say anything after seeing his eyes, Xie Jing lowered his head again and bit her lower lip.

She vaguely felt Xie Jing biting her ear, and whispered in her ear:

"...If only Jinjin could love me like I love you."

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes were trembling, and there were teardrops at the end of her eyes from being bullied.

Xie Jing gently lifted her long hair, and licked away her tears bit by bit.

........

Jiang Zijin felt the long-lost pain.

Xie Jing was lying beside her with his eyes closed, his face was still pale, he just dared to go to bed after coughing in the bathroom, his nerves were extremely exhausted.

Jiang Zijin turned around and took out the black ball she had hidden under the bed.

As soon as it was taken out, the ball seemed to sense something, and a light blue halo overflowed from the whole body.

Xie Jing, who was in a light sleep, woke up soon.

"... 衿衿?"

The small ball in Jiang Zijin's hand flew out and just happened to stop in front of Xie Jing.

Xie Jing's pupils shrank slightly, and then the ball burst open in front of his eyes, and quickly entered his brain, causing a sharp pain in his head.

Xie Jing covered his head, and his eyes became a vast expanse of whiteness. He saw his nine-year-old self and the man who kidnapped him when he was young.

——I also saw Jiang Zijin.

Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. From the beginning of the camera, the memory began to shatter like a mirror.

Xie Jing realized something, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"......Do not!"

He tried his best to escape from the white space that bound him, and he saw Jiang Zijin took his hand actively, and the warm water dripped on the back of his hand.

Xie Jing gradually couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was.

Her facial features began to blur, and the way she looked at Jiang Zijin gradually became strange.

Jiang Zijin: "...you will be fine."

She didn't choose the ending in the movie, but gave Xie Jing a life of his own without anyone's interference.

Xie Jing tightly grasped her hand with terrifying strength.

"No... no..."

The amnestic ball dutifully played its part.

Jiang Zijin looked at the man who was struggling in pain in front of him, his wrist was pinched red, and the bracelet on his left hand was pulled off, the azure gem seemed dim at this moment.

'ding ding'

The bracelet rolled a few times and stopped on the floor.

Xie Jing was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his eyes were tearing apart, and he struggled with his body's reaction.

"Gum...Gum..."

He was like a person who sank into the bottom of the sea and was about to suffocate, clinging tightly to the only driftwood, his pale lips parted and closed.

"Girl..."

Jiang Zijin brushed his sweaty forehead hair with his right hand, and whispered, "It will be fine...you will be fine soon..."

Xie Jing saw the person in front of him crying, the tears fell down like beads strung on a string, hitting his face, and the sadness in his heart was like flooding water, drowning him.

When his lover's face became extremely unfamiliar, Xie Jing still firmly held her hand.

Even though he almost forgot about her, his body still reacted subconsciously.

The memories of their acquaintance together were constantly smashed and rebuilt. This process was painful, and Xie Jing felt that his sky was about to collapse.

Xie Jing struggled to get up, his chest heaved violently, and his voice was hoarse.

"...You said you would accompany me."

Jiang Zijin's eyes were red, and her hand also hurt, but she didn't pull it out, she hoped to share the pain that Xie Jing was suffering now, even if it was just an unrealistic fantasy, it could make her feel a little better. a little.

The memory that could have been cleared in half an hour lasted for a full hour.

Xie Jing let go of her hand, he had no strength left, even his lover couldn't grasp the remaining strength in his withered body.

Jiang Zijin called him tremblingly, "Xie Jing..."

Xie Jing comforted her slowly and weakly, speaking every single word, it was extremely difficult.

"do not Cry......"

"If you don't accompany me, you won't accompany me."

When Jiang Zijin said this, his nose became more sour, and his voice became hoarse when he spoke, "...who wants you to accompany me."

"You should live a hundred years and live a life a hundred times better than you are now."

"You have a wife who loves you, and maybe a child. You will stay together every day, and you don't have to wait for me like before."

Jiang Zijin wiped her tears as she spoke, her words were a little confusing, "I think that Yunxi is pretty good, she likes you, I see, she is a good girl. If you don't like Yunxi, it's okay Find someone else, you are still so young, there are still many years left. It doesn't matter who it is, as long as you like..."

At the end of the story, Jiang Zijin could barely speak anymore.

"Anyway, it can't be me..."

Jiang Zijin said tremblingly: "Look at what you've done to yourself now, any young man will die at the age of 20. I don't need you to accompany me, just live your own life..."

Xie Jing struggled to open his eyes wide, trying to finally see her appearance clearly.

"Girl..."

Almost all the memories about Jiang Zijin had been erased, but he still held onto her tightly, refusing to let go.

Xie Jing's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, he couldn't even open his eyes.

Jiang Zijin pressed his eyes, and said softly to Xie Jing just like Xie Jing did to her just now:

"Close your eyes."