Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

The last reception ended in nothing. Although Lang Liye was dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of Zhu Chong with Yu Zhaorong, he was satisfied with the fact that Zhu Chong seemed to have a good relationship with the Patriarch of the Zhang family, so he didn't say much after returning. say what.

On the other hand, Zhang Jinxing, I don’t know where I got the cell phone number that Zhu Chong had just changed, and he would call occasionally, without saying much, just like two acquaintances chatting casually before hanging up, although Zhu Chong Zhang Jinxing's attitude has always been cold, but Zhang Jinxing never tires of it.

Lang Ye's visits to Zhang's house became more frequent, and since Du Ping was humiliated in public at the last reception, she no longer had the usual hypocrisy towards Zhaorong. He satirizes Yu Zhaorong vigorously. When Zhu Zhang is there, he can help Yu Zhao Rong take care of him. When Zhu Zhang is not there, he knows that Yu Zhao Rong must be offended.For this kind of thing, she couldn't do it without being hardened, so Zhu Zhang began to buy clothes and cosmetics for Yu Zhaorong, so that she could change subtly, but Zhu Zhang also knew that everything should not be rushed, and there was nothing he could do.

Zhu Chong now lives a life similar to that of Lang Zhu in the past, skipping classes every day, but the difference is that Lang Zhu skips class to go clubbing, while Zhu Chong goes to a book bar to be dazed.

In the eighth life, he was always chasing Bi An, his mind was full of Bi An, and now he was tired, and he didn't want to push him, chase him, but felt that he had nothing to do.

Bamboo doesn't want to go to university to attend classes. To put it bluntly, he is just a passer-by in this world, so why go to school again and again?He wants to do something that he likes and is interested in, but he finds out sadly that his life has no purpose except to be confused.

So he can only spend time in the book bar day by day, sometimes looking out of the window in a daze, he can watch for a long time, all the memories of him and Bi An, even before meeting Bi An He couldn't remember the hundreds and thousands of years, it seemed that if he split the bamboo poles, there would be nothing left.

The phone vibrated for a long time before Zhu Zhang glanced at the screen of the phone indifferently. There was a string of very smooth numbers that were not saved, but Zhu Zhang was very familiar with this number these days.He watched the number flash on the phone screen for a long time, and then gradually went out.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

Finally, the phone stopped turning on, and Zhu Tong curled up his lips stiffly, and continued to look out the window.

Bamboo, you are nothing more than that to him.

Outside the window are the bustling streets, passers-by in a hurry, either alone or in groups, with expressions of indifference or happiness on their faces.

Until, a piece of black clothes corner blocked his sight.

Zhuzhen frowned, and continued to support her cheek with another hand, but after a minute, the black corner of her clothes still did not leave.

Zhu Xun looked up impatiently, wanting to see who was standing in front of the glass for so long blocking his sight, and as his gaze moved up, he met Zhang Jinxing's quiet and dark eyes.

"..."

Zhang Jinxing saw Zhutong raised his head, pointed his slender and strong fingers at the mobile phone on Zhutong's table through the glass, the meaning was self-evident.

Subconsciously, Zhu Xun grabbed the phone and hid it behind him in a panic, like a student who was caught by the teacher and made small movements in class, but seeing Zhang Jinxing's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Zhu Xun slowly calmed down again, and he slowly moved from behind. Take out your phone and put it back on the table, no longer looking out the window.

Zhu Xun looked very calm, but his fingers lightly pressing on the edge of the book revealed his inner unrest. No matter how long it took, he would never learn to be really calm towards this person.

"How not to answer the phone?"

Zhang Jinxing, who had already walked in, sat down beside Zhujiao and asked softly.

The book bar is very quiet, and everyone in the book bar is reading books seriously, so Zhang Jinxing's words are unavoidable in a low voice. In order to let the bamboo can hear clearly, I don't know whether he intends to or not, the bamboo is very close, so close to the bamboo Xun vaguely felt Zhang Jinxing's warm breath with a slight smell of tobacco.

The seats in the book bar are set up very uniquely. The position by the window is in a semicircular arc. Zhang Jinxing's tall stature is almost like putting the bamboo stick between him and the window, leaving no way for the bamboo stick to retreat.

Zhuxue tried his best to look calm and natural, he leaned against the window calmly, and continued to read his book.

Zhang Jinxing came over very naturally, with two long hands, one rested on the back of the chair behind the bamboo stick, and the other surrounded the bamboo stick and the book within his controllable range.

Apparently Zhang Jinxing's legs were too long, and it was very uncomfortable to shrink under the small table in the book bar. His two long legs moved back and forth under the table aggrievedly, and finally stayed tightly against the bamboo's legs.

During this period, Zhuzhen didn't feel anything, but the book in front of him hasn't been turned over for so long.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Jinxing didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he leaned his head against the bamboo pole and looked at the book in front of him together.

This may be an autobiography of a disease-free woman, or it may be a romantic night in the author's mind, but the page opened now contains such a passage, Zhang Jinxing saw it, so he read it gently out.His voice was mellow and deep, and listening to the words he read out made Zhu Tong feel dazed.

"I've made a lot of choices in my life."

"When I was in love, I chose to love her, so we have been entangled for ten years."

"At 28, I still love her and would rather have her cry by my side every day than let her go."

"At the age of 35, I loved her even more, but I learned to fulfill her happiness."

"At the age of 60, I still love her, even if we are thousands of miles apart and cannot stay together."

"At the age of 75, I will not say love, I choose to lie in the grave with memories."

"Ah--"

After Zhang Jinxing finished reading, he sneered mockingly.

This sneer awakened Zhu Tong who was in a trance. He turned his head, looked at the man who was close at hand, and looked straight into his eyes.

"Don't you agree?"

Zhang Jinxing was noncommittal to Zhu Tong's question, he directly closed the book in front of Zhu Tong, and said with a snort, "Giving up is a sign of the weak."

"It's just an excuse to find a crown spring for your cowardice."

Bamboo's hand on the table trembled, he lowered his eyes, slid his finger on the side of the book, and said unconsciously: "Really...do you think so..."

Zhang Jinxing saw the bamboo stick in a trance, stretched out his hand to press on the sliding fingers of the bamboo stick, and gently held the fingers of the bamboo stick with his warm palm.

He leaned close to Zhu Zhu's ear, whispering like a sympathizer, but his tone was very cold.

"Tell me, who are you thinking about?"

Zhu Xun's eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, he tilted his head slightly, pulled away a distance, hurriedly packed his things, and said coldly: "I should go."

Zhang Jinxing stood up following the movement of the bamboo shovel, covering the bamboo shovel in front of him, and unconsciously released the aura of being in a high position for a long time. He looked down at the dodging eyes of the bamboo shovel, and said slowly and coldly.

"Didn't you ask me if I agree or not?"

"I tell you--"

Every time Zhang Jinxing said a word, he got closer to Zhu Zhang, his black eyes stared at the person closely, and did not give Zhu Zhang a chance to escape.

"If it were me, I would never give up."

"Since it's what I like, it must be mine."

At this time, Zhang Jinxing had already pressed his whole body against Zhu's body, his lips were only a few centimeters away from Zhu's ears, as if every word he said was like kissing Zhu's ears.

"Even if it's broken or rotten, it's still mine."

"Unless I die—I won't let go."

"No—even if I die, I will die with him."

Zhang Jinxing's breathing was obviously warm, but Zhu Chong felt his ears were burning hot, his heart was beating violently, again and again, trying to show his existence.

Zhu Xuan stood up in a panic holding his own things, pushing Zhang Jinxing's arm and wanted to leave.

Zhang Jinxing suddenly calmed down again, and gently patted Zhuzhen's shoulder with his warm palm, with a calm expression, it was completely impossible to tell that he was the one who just said the crazy remarks.

"Are you free? How about we have a meal together?"

Bamboo pursed her lips and shook her head silently.

Zhang Jinxing didn't persuade him much, and after saying a few more words, he left first.

Zhu Xi stood there in a daze, watching Zhang Jin's back as he walked far away, until he completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

His heart has not yet calmed down, Zhang Jinxing's words made him feel uncontrollable ecstasy, those words were exactly the same as what Bi An said before.

However, this joy did not last long. That night, Lang Ye knocked on the door of Zhu's room.

"Can I talk to you?"

Seeing the bamboo door open, Lang Ye asked calmly.

Zhu Xi frowned and closed the door directly, but Lang Ye suddenly reached out to press the door of the room, and said softly: "I heard——"

"You killed Bi An."

With a shake of his hand, Zhuzhang let go of the room door he was holding on to.

Lang Ye walked in swaggeringly, looked at Zhu Chong's room recklessly, grabbed a book and flipped through it twice before throwing it back rudely.

"Did you just say this?"

Standing behind Lang Ye, Zhu Xuan lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Yes."

Lang Ye walked up to Zhuhang, and when he passed by, he said sarcastically, "It turns out that what you call love is nothing more than that."

Looking at Lang Ye's arrogant back, Zhu Xun gently closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and slid to sit down.

His heart, which was burning hot because of Zhang Jinxing's words today, has cooled down again.

Zhu Xun lowered his head, buried his face in his raised knees, and remained motionless.