The sky was overcast, and a sticky stuffy factor floated in the air.After school, the weather forecast emphasized the torrential rain for several days and finally revealed its clues.

The 13-year-old Jiang Xiannian didn't bring an umbrella, and followed the crowd in the end-of-school queue. His thin figure was particularly eye-catching among the umbrella-holding figures of his peers.

The raindrops soaked the road paved with bluestone bricks, and also "cracked" on the back.

Passing by the school gate, I heard a confident voice from my side:

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you will come to pick me up."

The pale and thin young man paused slightly, then continued to move forward without looking back or looking.

But at the corner, he crashed into another person's arms.

The rain was so heavy that Jiang Xiannian couldn't see that person's face clearly, he could only hear him apologizing non-stop.

At first, he thought that the other party was sorry for bumping into him, so he waved his hand indifferently and wanted to leave, but he was taken back abruptly:

"I'm sorry, I came too late."

The touch brought by the warm teardrops seemed familiar, Jiang Xiannian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Ji Baicen with his arms around his waist, who refused to let go.

I don't know if it was because his back was turned to him and wept secretly all night, Ji Baicen's pillow was still a little wet, and the corners of his closed eyes were filled with mist, Jiang Xiannian sighed, and leaned over to kiss Ji Baicen again.

When we first met, he couldn't have the emotional perception ability of a normal person, and he didn't care about Ji Baicen's sarcasm, and he wouldn't be hurt if he couldn't feel the pain.

As for the misunderstanding, it was not a complete misunderstanding. For him at that time, the life of constant struggle in the mud made the five senses and emotions seem to be covered with a layer of specious mist, and the pain and shame tended to be numb.

Being taken care of by him is a profession of the same nature as power leveling, making a living.

Anyone can.

It's just that he was lucky to be Ji Baicen.

He was not late or late, and he was very glad that Ji Baicen came to the door at that time.

Probably woken up, Ji Baicen's eyelids moved, and then he opened them.

Seeing Jiang Xiannian looking at him, lying on the bed with black and white eyeballs rolling around a few times, pursing his lips, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Xiannian, looking like he was playing a rogue and desperately dependent on him:

"I know I did something wrong before, and I will always remember the stupid things I did, and make good corrections. Turn over the old accounts at will, now, later, and if you are in a bad mood, you can turn over with me, but you can't take this matter Break up with me. It doesn't make sense."

Even though he was as dull as he was, he could also see Ji Baicen's uneasiness and guilt under his bluff.

Jiang Xiannian sighed again, repeating what he said countless times last night:

"The past really doesn't matter."

Since yesterday, as soon as he said "It's okay," Ji Baicen's expression became more sad, and this time was no exception, Jiang Xiannian's brows were slightly frowned, and some warm and surging soreness lingered in his heart.

If the positions of the two were reversed, he thought that Ji Baicen was wronged but would feel even more distressed when he always said it was okay, so he changed the subject and ordered:

"I'm hungry."

Ji Baicen's eyes lit up, and he got up instantly: "I'll cook."

Jiang Xiannian nodded: "Don't confuse vinegar and soy sauce."

Ji Baicen walked out while answering, obviously he was sent to cook, but his whole body was filled with unspeakable happiness: "Okay!"

Watching Ji Baicen go downstairs, Jiang Xiannian slightly curled his lips as he watched the figure scrambling in the kitchen.

There is no one like Ji Baicen.

There will be no second Ji Baicen either.

Before meeting Ji Baicen, he might not even experience the emotion of "satisfaction", but now he is really satisfied.

I have found a career I like, and there is such a person.

Suffer what he suffers, enjoy what he likes, and face this not-so-perfect world with him.

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