Orange storm

Once this kind of longing tore a small opening, it would be like a sea wave, churning back and forth in Fang Jie's mind.He took his phone and checked the time, it was already 12 o'clock.

Jiang Zhijin may be in Yunqi, or he may have returned home.Usually I haven’t slept at this time, maybe I’m watching a movie, drinking beer, or having fun. The last time I saw him, I’ve passed more than 500 levels. How can someone be so boring...

Feel free to call him or send him a message.

really want.

Fang Jie clicked on Jiang Zhijin's WeChat chat box, and the record still stopped at the last chat.He hesitated for a moment, and sent the other party a message, "Tomorrow's final."

Because the finals are coming up soon, so I sent a message to my temporary guardian to avoid the other party's worry-what a legitimate reason.

After about four or five minutes, Fang Jie wondered if Jiang Zhijin had fallen asleep, and then suddenly replied a message.

Jiang Zhijin was still in Yunqi when he received the news.Although Double Eleven has long been synonymous with shopping, many people still remember the essence of Singles’ Day. There are a lot of customers in Yunqi tonight. Jiang Zhijin is worried that Gu Xun and Zhou Hong will be too busy, so he plans to stay until closing .

When the news came in from the mobile phone, the guests had just left. Jiang Zhijin was resting at the bar, and took out his mobile phone to take a look. It turned out to be Fang Jie.

"Tomorrow is the final."

Jiang Zhijin looked at the time subconsciously. At 12:15, he raised his eyebrows slightly and replied, "Too nervous to sleep, Xueba?"

Fang Jie could imagine Jiang Zhijin's tone of voice when he said this, with a faint smile and a little twitching, he couldn't help but laughed silently.

Fang Jie: "Scholar will not be nervous."

Jiang Zhijin replied in seconds: "It's amazing."

Fang Jie smiled, Luo Rui over there was still reviewing, he sat up and went to the bathroom, and dialed Jiang Zhijin's number while closing the door.

Jiang Zhijin picked it up and said with a smile, "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Reviewing." Fang Jie paused, and heard some noise from Jiang Zhijin's end, music and human voices mixed together.

"Are you still in Yunqi?"

"Well, there are a lot of people tonight." Jiang Zhijin replied as he walked out, and when he got out of the store to the door, his voice was cut off inside, and the surrounding area became much quieter.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhijin asked. "Call at 12 o'clock."

It's okay, I just can't sleep and want to hear your voice... This kind of reason must not be given.

Fang Jie paused for a few seconds, then replied: "Tomorrow—"

He originally wanted to say that tomorrow is my birthday and I'm 18 years old. After tomorrow, you can't say I'm underage, otherwise I'll slap you with my ID card.

But in the end Fang Jie still didn’t say anything.

Since Jiang Zhijin didn't know, it seemed strange to mention it on purpose.

"I thought you were at home and wanted to see the glutinous rice balls." Fang Jie replied, "I really miss them."

"...you're really good at it." Jiang Zhijin smiled and sighed, "I've been thinking about a cat in the middle of the night."

I want to say that I miss you, and I am afraid that you will beat me.

Fang Jie exhaled lightly.

He didn't quite know whether Jiang Zhijin knew his feelings. Logically speaking, with Jiang Zhijin's level of human sophistication, he should be able to detect something wrong with him immediately.But during this period of time, the other party talked and chatted very normally.

Of course, even if Jiang Zhijin was abnormal, he wouldn't let himself see it... If he really knew, how much did he know?

"It's still a few hours before I can go home, and Tang Yuan is probably asleep too," Jiang Zhijin said. "I'll take some pictures for you tomorrow."

"Okay." Fang Jie replied.

"Hurry up and go to bed, take the exam tomorrow, and send a message after the exam."

Fang Jie smiled: "Understood, you go back early."

"Good night." Jiang Zhijin said.

"Good night." Fang Jie replied.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhijin didn't go back to the bar immediately.

He stood there for a while, took out the cigarette case, took out one, bit it into his mouth and lit it.In the faint smoke, Jiang Zhijin frowned slightly, a little helpless and funny.

I was thinking about a cat in the middle of the night so I called myself - this kind of lie should not be told by children over the age of six.

But Jiang Zhijin doesn't hate it, he finds it a little funny, and even a little...cute.

Facts have proved that the IQ of learning is not the same as the IQ of dealing with emotions, but Jiang Zhijin thinks that Fang Jie, who tells such incomprehensible little lies, is really cute.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys have very pure feelings, but Jiang Zhijin didn't think about how to deal with such feelings.

That day Jiang Zhijin was busy until three in the morning, and it was almost four when he returned home.He fell asleep after washing up. He planned to sleep until the next afternoon and eat dinner seamlessly, but he was woken up by a phone call in the middle.

Jiang Zhijin fell into a drowsy sleep. At first, he thought it was Fang Jie who called him after the exam, until he saw the names of people flashing on the phone screen.

weeks old.

Jiang Zhijin regained consciousness a little, cleared his throat, and connected the phone.

"Hello, Miss Ling?"

Zhou Ling on the other side sounded quiet all around, so he should be in the office. "Zhizu, are you busy?"

"No." Jiang Zhijin smiled, "Tell me."

When Fang Jie first transferred to Shaojiang, Zhou Ling called Jiang Zhijin every three or four days to inquire about Fang Jie's situation.Later, it was estimated that he was relieved of Jiang Zhijin, and because of too many business affairs, it gradually became once a week or two, but he still asked every detail.

"Xiaojie is still in school today, right?"

Jiang Zhijin was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Fang Jie hadn't told Zhou Ling about the competition, and he forgot to mention it himself.

However, before Jiang Zhijin could speak, Zhou Ling had already spoken on his own.

"Today is Xiaojie's birthday. I originally wanted to go to Shaojiang, but Fang Chenglin said that he had an appointment with a lawyer and wanted to talk to me."

Zhou Ling paused for a moment, and said in a tired tone, "I can't go away. When Xiaojie is out of school, I would trouble you to celebrate Xiaojie's birthday, buy a cake or something, and wish him a happy 18 years old for me."

Jiang Zhijin woke up instantly, and didn't speak for a long time.

He was stunned at first, and then he suddenly realized that when Fang Jie told himself the time to go to the competition, he felt that he had forgotten something.

On November 11th, Fang Jie's birthday, I had a chat with him when I was sick last time, but I actually forgot.

Zhou Ling on the other end didn't get a response for a long time, and repeated again: "Zhijin?"

"...Yes." Jiang Zhijin replied, "Okay."

"Thank you." Zhou Ling breathed a sigh of relief. "His birthday is very important. Fang Chenglin and I are unqualified parents. I hope at least one person can accompany him."

"Got it." Jiang Zhijin said.

Fang Jie, who was participating in a competition in a strange city by himself, probably wanted to talk about more than that in his phone call last night, and maybe his upcoming birthday.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhijin looked at the time, it was ten past two in the afternoon.

In fact, Jiang Zhijin can send a message, make a phone call, and Geng Long will order a cake across the city, and send it directly to Fang Jie's hotel...

But in the end, Jiang Zhijin rummaged through the bedside drawer for a few minutes, and finally took out a blue palm-sized box.

Shaojiang is three hours away from the provincial capital by car.