if still you

Bed. Companion?Just bed. Companion?

Ye Jingran couldn't accept it. Although he liked Jing Qi on the bed, he didn't like him from the bed. He liked Jing Qi for a long time.

"What about the previous 10 years, Jing Qi?" Ye Jingran leaned his elbows on the table and looked at him deeply, "What are we in the previous 10 years?"

When I saw each other for the first time, I was 13 years old, and both of them were innocent teenagers.

Ye Jingran transferred to a private junior high school and wandered around the campus.

On this day, Ye Jingran put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked into the school studio against the bleak scenery of early autumn.

In the farthest corner of the studio, Jing Qi was wearing a light blue T-shirt, light-colored jeans, and white sneakers.

She wore a large white shirt outside, with a pointed collar casually draped over her protruding collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up twice, exposing her narrow wrist with obvious wrist bones. Her slender and strong fingers held a red sketch pen, Immerse yourself in your own painting.

A few rays of sunlight leaked in through the gaps in the dark blue curtains of the studio, and all of them fell on Jing Qi, drawing a golden border on him.The shallow blue veins and fine fluff under the white skin made Ye Jingran, who had just transferred to Mingzhong, stagnate for a few seconds.

Ye Jingran didn't want to paint, didn't want to take classes, and didn't want to transfer schools.

But now, he wanted to take a second look at Jing Qi, so he honestly found a seat and sat down on the empty seat on Jing Qi's left.

He doesn't want to do anything, doesn't know what he wants to do, he doesn't fit in the world.

Ye Jingran's grandfather told him that he would inherit the family property and become an outstanding businessman.

Ye Jingran's father told him that if he entered the cultural circle in the future, don't get that stink of gold all over his body.

Ye Jingran's mother...his mother was not his own. When she gave birth to him, her mother bled heavily and died.

He doesn't want to be a businessman, and he doesn't want to enter the cultural circle. If he has to find out what he wants to do, maybe he just likes it.

He has never liked, he is very curious, he wants to know what kind of experience it is to like and be liked, other than that, the world has nothing to miss.

He decided to like Jing Qi.Good-looking, I like it at a glance.

But Jing Qi was afraid of him, and kept avoiding him, probably because he was too tall. Although his face was extremely handsome, he was always gloomy, looking at everything around him viciously.

He patted Jing Qi's knee, "Do you have any more pens and drawing paper?"

Jing Qi shook his hand holding the paintbrush, and a dazzling black line slanted out on the drawing paper.

The clip opened with a "snap", and a piece of twill paper and a blue sketch pen were handed to Ye Jingran.

The fingertips that handed things over were white and red, and the nails were transparent with a thin sheen.

Since ancient times, red and blue came out of CP, Ye Jingran looked at the red pen in Jing Qi's hand and the blue pen in his own hand, thinking happily.

"Thank you, what's your name." Ye Jingran, who had just entered the first year of junior high school, had already started to change his voice. His voice was low and hoarse, with a strong taste of an adult man.

"You're welcome," Jing Qi tilted his head, his childish voice was crisp and clear, "My name is Jing Qi, Jing of the scenery, and praying."

The moment his gaze touched Ye Jingran, Jing Qi's eyes narrowed. From the eyes of their art students, the proportion of this person's facial features was perfect.

Jing Qi's eyes moved down. The person beside him had very long legs. One leg was bowed by the easel, and the other leg was stretched straight forward. The ankles could not be covered by the tight sports pants, and the ankles seemed to be held by someone. After grabbing it, a short curve connecting the previous and the next was formed, firmly catching anyone's eyes.

"Jing Qi, your name sounds really nice," Ye Jingran said with a rare smile, "My name is Ye Jingran."

This smile made Jing Qi fascinated.Like a snow lotus core on an iceberg was dyed red by a cloud.

The 13-year-old Jing Qi doesn't know how to be fascinated, he only knows how to look.

The two are not in the same class.

Jing Qi is in the rocket class, which is the baby class of the whole school. The rocket class from the first to the third year of junior high school is in another small building, together with the offices of the teachers of various subjects.

Ye Jingran is in the parallel class, in another teaching building.Ye Jingran lay on the balcony of the classroom corridor to measure the distance to Jingqi's classroom.

In terms of his physique, which was selected for the provincial youth football team, he didn't need to go to Jingqi's classroom for a minute, but it still felt far away.

He thought that whether he was in or out of class, or physical education and culture class, he would be able to see Jing Qi when he looked up.

So I asked the dean how to transfer to the rocket class.

The dean patted the belly of the general who was about to unbutton his shirt, laughed and laughed, "Ye Jingran, hahaha, why are you going to the rocket class? It's very stressful."

"I want to be with the best students in our school, learn their strengths, and make myself outstanding." Ye Jingran said righteously.

"Hey, Ye Jingran, your grandpa told us that you shouldn't be under so much pressure," the dean coughed twice, and continued to laugh, "Rocket class, survival of the fittest, you don't need these."

"Do you have to ask my grandpa to find you?" Ye Jingran became unhappy, and the expression on his face instantly dropped below zero.

Grandpa Ye Jingran was the sponsor of this private junior high school and donated two laboratory buildings and a staff dormitory.

"Hahaha, what are you talking about?" The dean saw that Ye Jingran didn't look like he was joking, and his expression stopped, "You can go in, but survival of the fittest is a system, and there is no humane way to talk about it. I want to say something ugly about this."

Ye Jingran became a classmate with Jing Qi, and found the head teacher, and became the same table with Jing Qi.

Ye Jingran lies on the table every day, looking at Jing Qi with his head sideways, "Jing Qi, why are you so cute, why are you so white, why are you so good-looking, why are you so good at studying..."

Jing Qi's light-colored eyes swept over lightly, "If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well do a few more congruent questions."

Ye Jingran's cold words sounded like crisp autumn pears, and a big sugar bowl opened in his heart.

Congruent questions are so difficult, as difficult as making Jing Qi laugh once.

Ye Jingran himself is so good-looking, and he also said that Jing Qi is good-looking, and Jing Qi is very happy.

Jing Qi actually likes to laugh, but he can't laugh when facing Ye Jingran.

He is straightening his teeth, and there is a small canine tooth on the left side. The dentist said that the bite is not aligned, and he needs to press the canine tooth in.

Jing Qi didn't want Ye Jingran to see his braces, so when he saw Ye Jingran, he was shy, and when he lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, he was indifferent.

"Jing Qi, take me to the cafeteria, I don't know how to get there." Ye Jingran, who had been transferred for a month, grabbed Jing Qi's school uniform sleeve brazenly.

"Then where did you eat before?"

"I didn't eat, no one took me to the cafeteria." Ye Jingran said in a very pitiful manner, forgetting that he already had a group of friends following him.

But Jing Qi was not among those friends.Jing Qi has his own small circle, a few friends who paint together, a quiet and well-behaved small circle, Jing Qi is the most gentle and beautiful one in it.

Jing Qi pursed his lips and smiled, not to expose him, and took him to the cafeteria for lunch at noon.This area is 6 years.

The friends and lovers around me have changed a few rounds, and it seems like they are going to be friends forever.

......

"Ye Jingran, give this to Jing Qi for me." The girl in the next class called Ye Jingran at the corner of the stairs, and gave him a small blue box and a card in a pink envelope.

"What is this? You give it to him yourself." Ye Jingran was annoyed, this is the first time, Jing Qi is too attractive, which annoys him.

From the first year of junior high school to the current second year of high school, they have grown from 160 to 180, and everywhere they go is a perfect scenery.

After thinking about it, he still took the things from the girl's hand. It's always better to let Jing Qi check on this kind of thing.

Ye Jingran's checks are also very simple and rude, just throw it in the trash can and finish.

Jing Qi said that he must study hard, get into a good university, and find a good job, and he can't let this kind of thing distract him.

Ye Jingran thought he was doing a better job than Jing Qi in the matter of checking.

Unlike Jing Qi, who honestly handed Ye Jingran a gift letter from another girl, and told him which class he was in, what his name was, and what he looked like.

Ye Jingran was not interested at all, and stared blankly at Jing Qi.Jing Qi thought he didn't hear clearly, and sometimes he would take out a piece of draft paper and draw two strokes on it, "Hey, it looks like this, do you have any impression? It's pretty pretty."

"But it's not as good-looking as you." Jing Qi smiled, and hooked up the cartoon version of Ye Jingran to make the dazed Ye Jingran laugh.

So he chuckled and threw the gift love letter that Jing Qi had just handed over into the trash can.

"You are too wasteful, Ye Jingran," Jing Qi said to him seriously, "Throw it away without even looking at it, what if there is someone you like?"

"I like you, Jing Qi," Ye Jingran at the same table leaned on Jing Qi, "I like you, why do you look at other people?"

"Oh, I can't be your wife," Jing Qi was used to him, and Ye Jingran's big man was carried on his thin shoulders, "Aren't you stupid?"

Ye Jingran is not stupid, I like you, I want to follow you, and I have to make you get used to being followed by me alone.

During the three years of high school, Ye Jingran studied desperately. He must be admitted to the same university as Jing Qi.

There is a free atmosphere in the university, and he wants to confess his love to Jing Qi.

He confessed, and then Jing Qi opened his mouth wide, "Ye Jingran, did you drink too much at the bar again?"

After entering university, Ye Jingran became obsessed with bars, and he needed to relieve his emotions.

Jing Qi didn't believe his love, no matter what he said, he thought he was joking.

He asked Jing Qi, "How can you believe that I love you?"

"Ye Jingran, you should go out and have a look. I've been by your side for a long time. You're just used to being around me. This is a misunderstanding." Jing Qi kindly offered him some advice, really worried he.

"Then do you have someone you like?" Ye Jingran asked.

Jing Qi was stunned suddenly, and kept an answer in his heart, but didn't say it, "I like you, Ye Jingran."

Without Jing Qi's affirmative answer, Ye Jingran didn't dare to touch him.I didn't even dare to climb my shoulders or bend over my back naturally before, and became more and more cautious.

No matter how hard the feelings are suppressed, how violently they will erupt later.

In the year of graduating from university, in just 10 days, the first kiss, first night, coming out of the closet, and going abroad were completed all at once.

Ye Jingran didn't know what happened to him?I really got it, but I dare not say love.

On the bed, Jing Qi said that he loved him over and over again, as if he wanted to give him the answers to so many questions he had asked before.

But he didn't dare to speak again, it was as beautiful as a dream, and he was afraid that it would shatter the dream once he opened his mouth.

Jing Qi couldn't understand this, and he couldn't understand it himself.

So Jing Qi suspected him that all the previous things were just for going to bed.

After the raging fire experienced a flight in the air, it was quickly extinguished and froze into an iceberg.