Restricted Area

Near two o'clock in the afternoon, the prisoners left the library one after another and went to the factory area to participate in labor.

No one noticed that there was a person sitting opposite Jiang Chijing, neither reading nor intending to leave.

After the prisoners in the library were all gone, Zheng Mingyi came to Jiang Chijing's desk with a chair and yelled meaningfully: "Officer Jiang."

Jiang Chijing said in a huff: "You just sit outside."

Zheng Mingyi said: "I want to see the stock trend."

Yes, the warden actually agreed to Zheng Mingyi using a computer. Jiang Chijing had never seen such a ridiculous thing.

There are various data lines on the table, which makes it inconvenient to change the direction of the display screen. Jiang Chijing has to stare at Zheng Mingyi without using a computer to do bad things. He can only agree with Zheng Mingyi to sit next to him.

Since joining Jiang Chijing, no one has ever entered his office, let alone touched his computer.

However, now, there are two big men squeezed in the small fan-shaped office area. If Jiang Chijing does not pay attention, his knees will meet Zheng Mingyi's.

It's too close, it's almost outrageous.

Before that, there was always a road eight meters wide between Jiang Chijing and Zheng Mingyi. This road represented a safe distance and made Jiang Chijing feel very at ease.

Now let alone a safe distance, even the normal social distance between people cannot be maintained. It has completely entered the range of intimate distance. God knows how much Jiang Chijing wants to throw Zheng Mingyi out of his office.

"Officer Jiang, what is this?"

Zheng Mingyi’s voice interrupted Jiang Chijing’s thoughts. He followed Zheng Mingyi’s sight and glanced at the computer screen, only to see that the mouse was hovering on a software icon, and after the software was opened, entertainment would appear. Room monitoring screen.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Chijing quickly snatched the mouse from Zheng Mingyi’s hand. His fingertips touched Zheng Mingyi’s fingers and the back of his hand. There were still scars from Zheng Mingyi’s fight a few days ago. It feels a bit rough when it hits it.

"Except for stock trading software, no other things are allowed to touch." Jiang Chijing said.

"good."

This time, Zheng Mingyi took the mouse from Jiang Chijing's hand. His palm covered the back of Jiang Chijing's hand, as if oatmeal collided with milk. The skin of the two looked inexplicably harmonious.

Jiang Chijing seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron, and quickly pulled his hand back. At this time, only Zheng Mingyi said again: "You can start studying, Officer Jiang."

Jiang Chijing's forehead burst into blue veins: "Aren't you looking at stocks?"

Zheng Mingyi turned to look at Jiang Chijing: "What does this have to do with my listening to the book?"

It was the first time that Jiang Chijing met Zheng Mingyi’s eyes so close. The bright light outside the window turned his pupils into light brown. Just as he was standing by the window on the second floor before drinking water, Jiang Chijing was there. The same as seen in the telescope.

Jiang Chijing retracted his gaze uncomfortably, picked up the book "Strawberry Planting Techniques" on the table irritably, and read it.

"Strawberries are light-loving plants. Too low light is not good for strawberry growth. Strawberries like a warm and cool climate. When the temperature is higher than 30℃ and the sun is strong, shading measures must be taken..."

One, two, three.

Jiang Chijing put down the book intolerably, looked at Zheng Mingyi and said, "Can you close your thighs?"

The two knees always meet each other unintentionally. Zheng Mingyi doesn't seem to care much, but Jiang Chijing still can't concentrate because the picture of Zheng Mingyi wearing shorts at home has always appeared in his mind.

Sometimes Zheng Mingyi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the hem of his shorts would slip to the base of his legs, revealing his strong leg lines.

"Why close?"

As expected, Zheng Mingyi didn't follow Jiang Chijing's words, and the two legs were still randomly separated by a certain arc.

"Are you a hundred thousand Mr. Why?" Jiang Chijing said impatiently, "Let you close and you will close. You touched my knee."

Zheng Mingyi looked down and stayed on the knees of the two for a few seconds. He looked at Jiang Chijing again, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and continued to ask: "Can't you touch it?"

Jiang Chijing couldn't help frowning, and that feeling reappeared in his heart.

Zheng Mingyi seemed to be teasing him with a funny cat. It would not be enough to talk about getting angry, but the ringing of the funny cat was annoying him.

"Of course you can't touch it." Jiang Chijing said solemnly, "I am a prison guard and you are a prisoner."

As soon as the voice fell, Zheng Mingyi's knee touched his knee.

Jiang Chi Jingshen took a deep breath, and the violent talk had already reached his lips, but at this moment Zheng Mingyi suddenly raised his hand, accompanied by a voice: "Don't move."

Before Jiang Chijing could react, Zheng Mingyi's palm was already touching his cheek, and his thumb was gently rubbed at the end of his eyes.

"You have eyelashes." Zheng Mingyi didn't stop much, and moved his hand back naturally, "Your eyelashes are really long."

The tone was like saying that today's weather is really good, how ordinary and ordinary it is. But eyelashes are not the weather, not something unfamiliar people can take out and discuss.

Jiang Chijing blinked in a daze. When he recovered, he only felt that the cheeks touched by Zheng Mingyi were burning badly.

What is going on with this person?

Jiang Chijing has encountered prisoners who accidentally touched him, as well as prisoners who deliberately touched him. Either way, he can tell at a glance.

Only Zheng Mingyi made him completely unpredictable. If you say he was deliberate, his eyes are so clear that he doesn't mean to tease at all, but if he is unintentional, he is invading the river every time. Comfort zone with late view.

After retracting his hand, Zheng Mingyi continued to watch the stock trend on the computer screen as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Chijing could not stir up the topic just now. He watched Zheng Mingyi for a while, and finally picked up the book in his hand and re-read the characteristics of strawberry.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the warden agreed that Zheng Mingyi would stay in the library until 2:30, which was the time when the stock market was preparing to close.

Zheng Mingyi gave the warden some advice on buying and selling through the internal phone of the library, and then he had to go to the factory behind the office building to take part in labor, just like other prisoners.

"See you tomorrow, Officer Jiang."

Zheng Mingyi got up and left the library. When his figure was about to disappear at the door, Jiang Chijing couldn't help but stopped him and said, "Zheng Mingyi."

This time Jiang Chijing didn't call Zheng Mingyi's prisoner number again.

Zheng Mingyi turned half of his body and looked back at Jiang Chijing.

"Is there really eyelashes on my face just now?" Jiang Chijing asked.

Zheng Mingyi smiled softly, as if finally tore off all the disguise, his eyes showed obvious playfulness: "Guess."

Throwing down these two words, Zheng Mingyi followed the guard guarding at the door and left the library.

Jiang Chijing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, barely resisting the urge to beat the office desk.

This guy really did it intentionally.

Some people will review their performance after the quarrel. If they do not perform well, they will feel very unwilling.

Jiang Chijing is like this at the moment.

He hated himself for not seeing through Zheng Mingyi's intention in the first time, so that this guy touched his face and walked away.

He should have caught Zheng Mingyi by the wrist and handcuffed him with handcuffs just now.

No, I should go forward. When Zheng Mingyi touched him with his knee, he should take off his baton and knock him.

Jiang Chijing became more and more angry, so he took out the cigarette case from the drawer and went to the infirmary opposite.

The window of the infirmary faces the factory area behind the office building. Unlike the library, the room here has a small balcony. Jiang Chijing and Luo Hai often come here to smoke.

"What's the matter? You look very upset." Luo Hai lit a cigarette for the two of them and let out a puff of smoke gently.

"Have you ever met a prisoner who caused you a headache?" Jiang Chijing didn't directly talk about Zheng Mingyi, mainly because he felt too embarrassed and was fooled by a prisoner.

"Of course I met." Luo Haidao, "Yu Guang that kid is one."

"He?" Jiang Chijing glanced at Luo Hai faintly, "You are obviously happy to give him a headache."

Luo Hai didn't answer the conversation anymore. He also understood Jiang Chijing's temperament, knowing that Jiang Chijing didn't want to talk, it would be useless to ask.

The two of them looked at the bungalow right now and smoked quietly.

At this time, a person suddenly walked out of the greenhouse in the crop-growing area. Jiang Chijing stopped smoking and asked Luo Haidao, "What is the greenhouse grown for?"

The window of the library faces the open playground. Jiang Chijing can quickly tell the interpersonal relationship between the prisoners, but he does not understand the distribution of the factory area behind the office building.

"Is the one Zheng Mingyi walked out of?" Luo Hai pointed with his chin, "Strawberry planting shed."

Jiang Chijing: "..."

Well, we are actually growing strawberries.

Zheng Mingyi brought a bucket in his hand, and was standing at the half-person-height faucet to receive water.

The sun at 3 o’clock in the afternoon was the strongest time of the day, but Zheng Mingyi’s face did not show any irritability. He just waited quietly for the bucket to be filled with water, and occasionally wiped his forehead with his linen glove. Of sweat.

Sure enough, Jiang Chijing is still used to observing Zheng Mingyi in this state.

Keeping a safe distance between the two, he can clearly see every movement of Zheng Mingyi, but Zheng Mingyi did not notice his peeping at all.

The comfortable state made Jiang Chijing start to fall into imagination involuntarily. If the water dragon suddenly bursts, Zheng Mingyi's whole body will be wet...

Looking back, he hadn't seen Zheng Mingyi without his shirt for a long time.

"Hey."

The sound of snapping his fingers suddenly interrupted Jiang Chijing's imagination. He turned his head and met Luo Hai's weird eyes.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chijing asked.

"I called you three times." Luo Haidao.

"Oh."

Jiang Chijing glanced at Zheng Mingyi in the distance again, and saw that he had filled up with water and returned to the greenhouse with a bucket.

"What's the matter with you?" Luo Hai asked, "I understand you, you are not right."

Jiang Chijing didn't answer the conversation, just as Luo Hai said, he also knew that something was wrong with him.

"For dinner on Friday, I will call another friend." Luo Haidao.

"Which one?" Jiang Chijing asked.

"The lawyer I said I would introduce you to."

Jiang Chijing curled his lips, not wanting to be dragged by Luo Hai to go on a blind date. But maybe it was a guilty conscience, or maybe he didn't want to be influenced by Zheng Mingyi anymore. He was silent for a moment, and finally reluctantly replied, "Okay."