Orange storm

Outside the car is the street, and the night market opposite is still lively, with many people coming and going, it is actually a very noisy environment.But because the doors and windows inside the car were closed, a completely quiet space was formed instead.

So Fang Jie heard Jiang Zhijin's words clearly, "Just pretend that I have recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra a hundred times for you, and I hope you are safe and well."

Fang Jie took the small box from Jiang Zhijin's hand. In such a quiet environment, he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, one after another, very rapid, and the sound was clear and audible.

"You—" Fang Jie cleared his throat, trying to make his tone sound normal. "What do you mean by sending me this?"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Zhijin asked.

"It's quite precious, I'm a little..." Fang Jie hesitated, and told the truth. "I don't dare to take it all."

What is valuable is not the gift, but the significance of this thing to the representative of Jiang Zhijin.

"Not at all." Jiang Zhijin laughed after hearing this. "I think it's appropriate, so I send you off, that's it."

Jiang Zhijin thought of Fang Jie's birthday on the spur of the moment, and it was too late to choose a gift carefully, and he didn't want to buy one for the other party - an 18-year-old gift, even if it is not expensive, can't be perfunctory.

Finally, he remembered this string of safety buttons.

Safe and smooth, very suitable for Fang Jie at this time.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhijin withdrew his hand, looked down at the time, "It's ten o'clock, don't you want to check the bed?"

"Ah." Fang Jie responded, and then looked at the time.

It was exactly ten o'clock.

"Go up." Jiang Zhijin said.

Fang Jie sat without moving, just looked at Jiang Zhijin and asked, "What about you, where do you live?"

"Do I still need you to worry about it?" Jiang Zhijin looked at Fang Jie with a smile, "Find a hotel for one night and go back tomorrow morning."

"Can't it just be here?" Fang Jie said.

"...Okay." Jiang Zhijin glanced at Fang Jie, "Adults can live anywhere, but high school seniors who are going to check their bed soon, go back to your room first."

Even so, Jiang Zhijin didn't bother to go to other places anymore.He parked the car and entered the hotel with Fang Jie, and got a room at the front desk.Fang Jie was waiting for him with a cake, and glanced at the room card by the way.

912, three floors away from my room.

The two got on the elevator together, Fang Jie pressed the sixth floor, and helped Jiang Zhijin press the ninth floor.When the elevator door opened on the sixth floor, Fang Jie glanced at Jiang Zhijin.The other party raised his head slightly towards the door.

"Go, good night."

When we got back to the room, Fang Jie had just put the cake away when he bumped into the team leader teacher to roll his name. Seeing that both of them were in the room, the other went out, and told him to "rest early."

Fang Jie first called Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling's tone on the phone sounded a little tired, but overall it was normal. First, he wished Fang Jie a happy birthday, and then asked him about his recent studies.

By the time I hung up the phone, it was past eleven o'clock.Probably because of the rare relaxation after the exam, Luo Rui went to bed very early.Fang Jie slept for a long time in the afternoon, and now he can't fall asleep, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone.

He wanted to send a message to Jiang Zhijin, but he was worried that the other party was already asleep. After all, he must be tired after driving for so long.

It wasn't until 12 o'clock, when Fang Jie was about to put down his phone and go to sleep, that WeChat flashed, and a message popped up.

Jiang Zhijin: "Hello, 18-year-old Fang Xiaojie."

Fang Jie was taken aback, then immediately got up, walked softly to the bathroom, locked the door, and called Jiang Zhijin.

Jiang Zhijin picked it up in almost a second.

"Are you still asleep?" Jiang Zhijin smiled.

"Sleeping for too long in the afternoon." Fang Jie lowered his voice, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I just took a shower." Jiang Zhijin said. "It's exactly 12 o'clock, so I sent a text message to congratulate you on officially entering the age of 18."

Fang Jie was happy for a while before he said: "As for?"

"As for." Jiang Zhijin said. "Fang Xiaojie, who has officially grown up, can do things that he couldn't do before."

"for example?"

"For example, you can drink a little wine, you can start to go to bars or Internet cafes, you can also learn to learn a driver's license, or..."

Jiang Zhijin laughed and babbled nonsense, then paused, and continued: "Talk about a relationship with the girl you like."

The smile on Fang Jie's face gradually faded.

Jiang Zhijin said this in a very ordinary tone, as if he was chatting casually.But Fang Jie understood the meaning of the other party in an instant.

Talk to a girl you like.

A girl, not a boy, let alone Jiang Zhijin.

If it was normal, Fang Jie would guess whether Jiang Zhijin had noticed something and how much he knew.But at the moment Jiang Zhijin said something too clearly, Fang Jie no longer had to guess what the other party meant.

I don't want to act stupid with each other anymore.

"I won't fall in love with girls." Fang Jie said suddenly.

Jiang Zhijin was stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to say something to change the topic, but Fang Jie didn't give him this chance at all, so he opened his mouth.

"I don't like girls."

After these words, there was a long silence on both sides of the phone.

After Fang Jie said this, he was suddenly relieved, and he was not in a hurry. He waited for a while before saying again: "Hello?"

"...Whoever you like, whoever you like, are you my ancestor?" Jiang Zhijin finally spoke out, and said something helplessly.

Fang Jie was a little annoyed at first, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence.His muffled laughter reached Jiang Zhijin's ears on the other end of the phone, and Jiang Zhijin couldn't help laughing either.

"Really... If you are in front of me now, I will definitely beat you." Jiang Zhijin said.

Fang Jie raised his head with a smile, the light above his head was a bit dazzling, Fang Jie covered his eyes with his arms.

Jiang Zhijin knew.

Although none of them made it clear, they all knew it well.One knows what the other person is thinking, and the other knows that the other person already knows what he is thinking—this passage is like a tongue twister, Fang Jie thought.

He felt relieved, not knowing what it was like.It was like a stone fell into a deep well, with a "boom", it sank endlessly, and it was indescribably easy.

Anyway, it's already like this.

Jiang Zhijin on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, he sighed and felt that he had never had such a hard time speaking.

He knew that Fang Jie liked him, and his intuition told him that he should keep a distance from him.But sometimes because of the complicated relationship between two people, practice and ideas cannot be completely consistent.

Just like some time ago, he tried his best not to meet Fang Jie face-to-face, not to send messages or call him, but when Fang Jie really needed himself, such as his 18th birthday, he could easily fall short.

He really didn't want to disappoint Fang Jie.

Maybe it's because he feels responsible, maybe it's because Jiang Zhijin really, really likes Fang Jie.

Is it all about liking for a smart and hardworking child, or a little liking for a neat and straightforward man, or a little liking based on one's own orientation...

Jiang Zhijin never thought about it before, but today he has a little reaction, maybe a little bit.

But this is not enough to constitute a reason for him to fall in love with an 18-year-old boy who is still in the third year of high school, the son who trusts his sister.

Jiang Zhijin was silent for a while, and finally said: "The composition of feelings is very complicated, Fang Xiaojie."

Jiang Zhijin spoke slowly while speaking: "There are many kinds of people's likes, friendship, family affection and love... Sometimes the feelings you feel may be an illusion caused by distance. How old are you—"

"18." Fang Jie said.

... Jiang Zhijin choked.

Fang Jie smiled, and continued with Jiang Zhijin's words.

"The composition of feelings is quite complicated, friendship, family and love, but as an adult, I have the most basic ability to judge my own feelings."

"...What kind of adult are you?" Jiang Zhijin frowned, a little irritable, "You just became an adult 5 minutes ago."

"Yes, Fang Xiaojie, who has just grown up, can do things that he couldn't do before." Fang Jie smiled, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly because of his smile.

"For example, have a relationship with the boy you like."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, which finally turned into a busy tone of "beep-beep-".

Jiang Zhijin hung up the phone directly.