After the object of crush dies and comes back to life

"I heard that you and Xia Qin are together?"

"Well, yeah. What?"

"Hahaha, awesome. Have you ever touched her?"

"No, tsk. That woman has been refusing to let me touch her."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, during class time, at the corner of the stairwell on the fifth floor of the teaching building.When Ji Ling heard such a conversation, she suddenly stopped her progress.

"No way." A boy said angrily, "Hasn't she had a lot of boyfriends? This kind of woman must have been ridden to death long ago, right?"

"I'm afraid you took over a broken shoe, Meng Yang." Another person said with a smile.

Meng Yang raised his voice a little angrily, "Fuck, how is it possible?"

After all, Xia Qin is a well-known "bus bitch" in the entire art department. She changes boyfriends as quickly as she eats soup, but she has picked all the handsome boys. She is the number one public enemy of all the girls in the college.

But no matter how notorious she is, there are still boys who are constantly flying moths to the flames-who makes her a well-deserved flower?Who doesn't want to have a beautiful girlfriend to show off?

"Why is it impossible? She won't give it to you, maybe they don't take you seriously at all." The boy said, and the other three followed closely, with gloating expressions on their faces.

"Facing this kind of woman, you have to be tough."

"Don't you dare, Meng Yang?!"

Meng Yang blushed, his neck was thick, and he clenched his fists in anger: "Damn, who said I dare not?" He raised his chin and scanned the sneering faces around him, "As soon as I touch her, she ignores me, you guys Say what to do."

"Isn't that simple?" One of the boys had a meaningful smile on his face, "Get something for her to eat... Even if she doesn't want to, she has to be willing..."

Several people laughed badly at the same time.

At this time, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from above.

Several boys looked up, and Ji Ling was condescendingly holding the handle of the stairs, and slowly approached them.

She was wearing a light blue sweater, slim beige overalls, shoulder-length black hair hanging loosely on the hood, adding a bit of sassy wildness.

Meng Yang recognized her as Xia Qin's friend, and suddenly panicked: "Why are you here?!"

Ji Ling walked straight in front of him, her clear and fair face was expressionless.She stared at Meng Yang in front of her, her eyes were dark, like the eve of a stormy rainy night.

Meng Yang felt a chill all over his body, only to feel a sudden chill on his back.

He didn't know Ji Ling very well, he only remembered that Ji Ling often followed Xia Qin, saying little, expressionless, always silent, like a guard lurking in the shadows.

He and Xia Qin sometimes go out on a date, and Ji Ling will follow behind, with his head down, his eyes seem to be immersed in a tired dream, and it seems that thousands of clouds are passing by, and finally nothing is there.

Only when she was talking to Xia Qin, would those eyes burst into focused and shining colors.

"Your friend won't be bored following you like this?" He put his arms around Xia Qin and whispered to her.

"She did it voluntarily." Xia Qin smiled and bent her fox eyes, her tone was like a whisper between lovers, "Ignore her, we just play with our own."

Once when I went out to watch a movie, in the crowd, Xia Qin accidentally scratched her skin, and covered it up as if nothing had happened.He didn't notice it, but Ji Ling was the first to notice it.

She walked up to Xia Qin, and grasped Haobai's wrist involuntarily.

"It's okay." Xia Qin said indifferently, "It doesn't hurt."

Ji Ling lowered her head, and habitually helped her blow the wound, then took out a bandage from her pocket, and pasted it tightly.

Xia Qin stretched out her hand, landed on the snow-white hair of the other party, and rubbed it gently a few times, as if a kind of silent comfort.

It was at that moment that Meng Yang felt that they were weird—these two seemed like a pair of conjoined twins, inseparable, with a strange and hazy atmosphere between them, capable of repelling anyone who wanted to intrude between them.

He felt that he was also excluded, and as Xia Qin's boyfriend, he was a little displeased.

After returning to school, he deliberately said to Xia Qin: "Don't call your friend here. It's embarrassing to ask her to be a light bulb."

Xia Qin raised her head and looked at him for a while, her eyes were dim and hard to distinguish, which made him feel a little guilty.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qin smiled, tilted her head and said, "Okay."

Sure enough, Ji Ling no longer followed.

But for the rest of the time, she was still inseparable from Xia Qin, and she spent more time with Xia Qin than her own boyfriend.

He tried his best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling.

Now facing Ji Ling, that feeling resurfaced and became very clear.

"You misunderstood!" he said loudly, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Ji Ling's gaze flicked across his face lightly, as if he had never paid attention to him.

She doesn't like talking more and more, and is used to expressing herself with actions.

……

"Why did you beat Meng Yang?!"

When Xia Qin received the counselor's call, Xia Qin rushed to the infirmary immediately.

Meng Yang and his cronies were all lying on the hospital bed in a disorderly manner, all with bruised noses and swollen faces, yelling ouchily.

Ji Ling squatted on the steps outside the door, holding a mint cigarette between her index finger and middle finger.

Hearing Xia Qin's voice, she slowly raised her head, pursed her lips lightly, and exhaled a hazy smoke ring.

"Go in and ask him yourself." Ji Ling said lightly.

Xia Qin frowned and walked quickly into the infirmary.

Meng Yang was lying on the bed in a messy state, his whole body was in pain like being crushed by a bulldozer.

Damn, I didn't expect this girl to be so powerful, five or six people can't beat her alone!

When he saw Xia Qin pushing the door and coming in, he immediately felt resentment and could not hold back his anger.

"Your friend..."

"Does it hurt?" Xia Qin looked him up and down for a while, then sat down on the chair beside the bed, "What's the matter? Why did you suddenly start fighting?"

Meng Yang snorted.

Of course he didn't dare to tell Xia Qin what happened before, he scribbled away the previous cause, emphatically emphasizing the details of Ji Ling's beating.

Xia Qin looked at Meng Yang on the bed, his face was smeared with patches of red lotion unevenly, his eye sockets were bruised and purple, his front teeth fell out, and his speech was not only leaky, but also quite funny.

She held back her smile and pretended to hesitate: "But...Xiao Ji won't hit people for no reason..."

Meng Yang raised his voice: "I'm your boyfriend! Don't you believe me?!"

Xia Qin was quiet for a moment, then said softly: "Of course I believe you." She put the thermos cup on the side of the table and said with a smile, "I made you chicken soup, try it later."

She was already refined and good-looking, and her smile was like a jingling spring water, gurgling over gray and white pebbles, quickly calming the fireworks in his heart.

Xia Qin stayed inside for more than two hours before coming out, Ji Ling was still sitting on the stone steps, the cigarette had already been extinguished, and was thrown into the trash can.She stared blankly at the sky.

There are a few flying birds lined up in a herringbone pattern, and their calls are loud and clear across the sky.

Birds are more comfortable than me, she thought.

"what happened?"

Xia Qin walked up to her and sat down, pulled the skirt inward, and pressed it under her hips.

"He didn't tell you?" Ji Ling came back to his senses and asked.

Xia Qin raised her eyebrows: "I don't believe him."

Ji Ling paused, but still told the general to tell her the whole story.

The matter was exactly the same as Xia Qin's guess, she didn't feel anything, took out her phone, sent Meng Yang a breakup message, and blocked his WeChat.

Even if the chicken soup was paid for his breakup, he also gave him a thermos for free.

"You don't need to do such a thing next time." She said to Ji Ling.

Ji Ling: "Why do you always look for boyfriends in the trash can?"

Xia Qin smiled slightly, avoiding the important and lightening: "Why, are you jealous?"

Ji Ling sighed: "No." There is nothing to be jealous of, she has long been used to it, "I am worried about you."

"It's okay." Xia Qin looked at her with a smile, "Have you forgotten that I'm dead? Even if they really drug me, it won't work."

Xia Qin is a zombie.

After finishing the college entrance examination last summer, they entered the same university together.

Same department, same class, same dormitory, still the same as before.

Xia Qin is still changing boyfriends like changing clothes, even worse, her reputation is very bad, few girls are willing to talk to her.

Even Ji Ling, who was close to her, was gradually isolated.

"I've already broken up with him." Xia Qin stretched her arms around Ji Ling's neck. She has the habit of spraying perfume, and she always carries a faint fragrance on her body to cover up the smell of corpses when the same kind contacts.

Now that fragrance is also approaching her, "Come out with me tonight? OK?"

Although she used interrogative sentences, they were actually imperative sentences.In fact, there is no need to ask, Ji Ling will definitely follow her.

……

Ji Ling doesn't like the atmosphere of the bar, as if separated by a layer of fog, the people on the other side of the fog are all drunk and stupid for a long time.

The ball-shaped lights above the dance floor flickered, and many people swayed and danced to the music. The shadows overlapped and crisscrossed, like blurred ghosts and sprites.

Xia Qin enjoyed it very much. She had just broken up and became single again. She was just talking about it, but she was really out to hunt for beauty.

She didn't feel any sadness after the breakup, perhaps because she didn't like Meng Yang in the first place, and she just used him to pass the long time.

She has so many boyfriends, but in fact, all of them are roughly the same, handsome, caring, rich... This kind of person can afford to play and lose, and there will be no burden after getting rid of them.

Xia Qin was lazily holding the goblet, the gradual dark brown liquid settled at the bottom of the glass, slowly floating up one by one bubbles, and the ice cubes piled up on the top, clanking when shaking.

She sat on the booth with a white shirt half open, denim shorts, and her long legs slightly bent. Under the dim light of the bar, she still looked bright and scorching.

Many people came to strike up a conversation, but she refused with a smile and left in frustration.

Ji Ling drank silently, without squinting, as if he really just came to drink.

"Xiao Ji." Xia Qin's voice came closer, and her cold shoulder touched her shoulder, "Which of those people do you think looks better?"

She refers to a group of well-clothed young masters who are sitting around a table, laughing and having fun.

Ji Ling looked up, then looked away for a moment, and said without expression: "Whatever."

"No." Xia Qin acted coquettishly, "Choose one, I can't make up my mind."

Ji Ling lowered her eyes, sometimes she would think, are you really heartless, or are you asking me this kind of question on purpose?

Let me point out a man and watch my sweetheart go after him?

Annoyed by the question, she closed her eyes and pointed to one at random.

Xia Qin flicked her long hair, and ran to him as expected.

Her face was naturally endearing, and the group of young masters quickly invited her to sit down in surprise.

Xia Qin smiled slightly, and just sat next to the man Ji Ling pointed at.

The man was startled, and the others booed enthusiastically, and there was constant laughter on the table.

Ten minutes later, Xia Qin was able to lean against the man blatantly, with the back of her thin white hand covering his palm, and her five overlapping fingers dazzled amazingly under the light.

Ji Ling looked at it for a while, then looked away, and suddenly felt that she was stupid enough.

No matter how many times she has experienced it, she still feels a tingling pain in her heart, like an old wound that has been torn apart again, revealing blurred flesh and blood.

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone!

I feel like what I wrote is not too cruel...