Jing Dong is very straight

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Jing Shuyun naturally took a step closer to her, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.

The bitterness of patchouli became stronger, and even after the wind blows, Tang Qiubai's nose still has that faint bitterness.

The wind picked up Jing Shuyun's long hair, and the soft tail brushed Tang Qiubai's wrist faintly, making Susu itchy, and Tang Qiubai couldn't help but look sideways at her.

The bright light of the mobile phone made her already beautiful facial features become more attractive in the dark night, her skin became more white and delicate, and even her red lips seemed to be shining.

Jing Shuyun noticed a glance and tilted his head. Tang Qiubai moved his eyes before she looked over, and stared straight at the photo on the phone.

There was nothing unusual, Jing Shuyun looked back at the phone again.

Tang Qiubai flicked through the photos habitually, suddenly lost his mind.

"The photography skills are good." After a while, Jing Shuyun said so, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"That's right, it's better if you shoot more." Tang Qiubai looked at her lips, and for a moment couldn't bear to look away.

"Well, I heard from Jing Wan that something happened to you while traveling?" Jing Shuyun's fingers holding the kraft paper bag tightened slightly.

"Huh?" Tang Qiubai remembered the incident of being a volunteer again, "It's okay, and I wasn't injured."

"Wait until you get hurt." Jing Shuyun glanced at her subconsciously, and said, "I thought we were good friends after so long, but you didn't tell me."

Tang Qiubai turned his head to look at her when he heard the sound.

Jing Shuyun's red lips were slightly pursed, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

"That's not the case." Tang Qiubai looked a little embarrassed, raised his hand subconsciously, then slowly lowered it in mid-air, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid you're worried, and nothing really happened."

"But we have indeed become unfamiliar, and we have no contact other than business affairs." Jing Shuyun said.

The raindrops in front of the two of them fell densely and smashed into the running water on the ground, causing waves.

Tang Qiubai seemed to be thinking about something, closed his eyelids, and said slowly after a while: "I didn't know how to talk to you then."

"It's the same as before." Jing Shuyun's voice was a little soft.

Floating into Tang Qiubai's ears, it seemed to have gone through thousands of times. Tang Qiubai suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"I cherish the relationship of being friends with you, and I don't want us to be alienated." After a pause, Jing Shuyun continued, "Can we continue to be friends?"

"..."

Tang Qiubai's hand holding the mobile phone hangs down, gradually clenching it tightly, the blue blood vessels on the hand stand out, or if he touches the lock screen button with too much force, the light on the screen is instantly lit.

Tang Qiubai looked at the ground under the bright light and washed by the heavy rain, and it seemed like drop by drop was hitting her heart in a trance.

"...I haven't finished talking just now. I didn't know how to talk to you at that time, but I already thought about it after I came back from my trip."

Tang Qiubai turned his head to look at her, and said softly, "I think I am very lucky to meet you. I am actually very happy to be your friend or even a colleague. So, I am more than anyone else. Hope to continue to be friends with you."

Her voice was calm, and she told Jing Shuyun her answer in declarative sentences, but the hand holding the mobile phone seemed to be suddenly drained of strength, and it was a little unstable.

The rain became heavier, the sound of the rain became louder, and the wind became stronger. The sky was pitch black, and a gust of wind blew past with the rain, bringing up Tang Qiubai's fine ear hair and covering the blush at the end of his eyes.

The pale yellow street lamps beside the road in the park reflected her face, slightly outlining her soft outline, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly, like fragile feathers, which would fall off when touched.

Jing Shuyun was absent-minded for a moment, not even noticing that the document bag in his hand was about to slip.

When the file bag fell, Tang Qiubai scooped it up quickly with one hand, avoiding it from getting wet.

"Thank you." Jing Shuyun took the document bag in her hand, raised her lips, "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"it is good."

On the way back, soft music was played in the car, and the rain was crackling and getting heavier outside the car window, and the water accumulated on the side of the road submerged pedestrians' ankles.

In order to prevent Tang Qiubai from getting caught in the rain, Jing Shuyun directly drove the car into the underground parking lot of the community and sent it downstairs.

The dim light from the car roof shone on the two of them, Tang Qiubai looked at her sideways, "Thank you, boss, shall I go then?"

"Well, let's go."

Tang Qiubai nodded and went to pull the car door. He stepped on the ground and suddenly remembered something. After a moment of hesitation, he still looked back at Jing Shuyun.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Good night, be careful on the road." Tang Qiubai said softly.

"Good night."

Jing Shuyun watched Tang Qiubai's figure gradually leave and disappeared around a corner. After a long time, she did not look back.

The faint light is magnified in the dark in a trance.

In the middle of the night, Tang Qiubai was sitting in front of the small table with the small desk lamp on. She took out a black gilt handmade box from the outer position of the drawer.

Her fingertips gently stroked the gilded letters on the front.

After a while, after opening it, there was the black gold sand pen she bought back from Xi'an before.