Orientation sniping

The winter in the north came quickly, and the sweater was put on the padded jacket before it was worn for a few days. The pedestrians on the street looked in a hurry, and no one wanted to stay outside for a second.

The car was driving on a flat road, but the direction was completely opposite to Jiang Jing's.

The temperature was low in winter, the heating in Jiangjing's residential area was not timely, and the air conditioner was too dry, so he simply moved to Ji Shurong's house.

I have to say that the high-end residential area is good. After staying in the house for a few minutes, the temperature of the floor heating makes people suspect that it is summer.

Jiang Jing was sitting on the sofa watching TV, Ji Shurong was cooking in the kitchen, the range hood was humming, and the smell of food soon filled the living room.

"Wash your hands and eat." Ji Shurong poked his head out and said.

Jiang Jing was already hungry, he threw down the remote control cheerfully, and came out after washing his hands, the table was already full of food.

Ji Shurong was waiting for the hot water to boil, and said to him, "Eat first."

Jiang Jing was not polite to him, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, chewed twice and found something was wrong, then said slowly, "Did you forget to put salt?"

Ji Shurong seemed to be distracted by staring at the hot water, and said after a while, "Really? No smell?"

Jiang Jing picked up another dish, and put down his chopsticks silently: "There is no salt."

Ji Shurong walked over with the hot water bottle, and smiled helplessly: "I don't have a good memory recently, I'll do it again later."

Jiang Jing sat on the sofa drinking hot water and heard him re-cooking vegetables in the kitchen.

This incident was just a small episode in ordinary life, without causing any waves, and was immediately submerged in trivial daily life.

On weekends, the two hung out for one night, and the next morning they were woken up by the noisy voices downstairs. Jiang Jing was in a daze all morning, and took an unprecedented nap after lunch.

Ji Shurong covered him with the quilt, quietly closed the bedroom door and went out.

Xu Shao stood at the door until his legs were sore, and when he finally opened the door, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "I thought you were not at home."

Ji Shurong raised a finger to his lips, closed the door gently behind him, and pointed to the balcony.

Xu Shao didn't expect that he would come all the way here, he didn't even have a sofa to sit on, and he had to stand on the balcony, he asked inexplicably, "Is the balcony some kind of geomantic omen?"

Ji Shurong didn't answer him, but whispered, "What do you want me to do?"

Xu Shao leaned against the wall with his pockets in his pocket, and said angrily, "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

Ji Shurong raised his eyes to look at him, his dark eyes seemed to be shrouded in the haze outside the window, and the light could not be seen due to the haze.

Seeing his expression, Xu Shao knew that he was ill again, and sighed softly: "Didn't fall asleep again last night?"

Ji Shurong didn't say a word, and nodded slowly after a while.

"Is the medicine I gave you no longer working?"

"It's okay." Ji Shurong said.

Xu Shao knew him very well, knowing that the phrase "it's okay" actually means "not good".Ji's mouth is not right, especially this kind of thing rarely hears the truth from his mouth.

In fact, at first Xu Shao couldn't understand it at all. He felt that patients should be treated obediently and obediently, how could he take his own life for nothing again and again.But when he thought about it later, he felt bitter again.

When Xu Shao saw him, he couldn't help sighing, he looked away and asked, "Is there anything unusual recently?"

Ji Shurong shook his head: "No."

Xu Shao asked patiently, "Do you feel loss of appetite or memory loss?"

Ji Shurong looked out the window quietly, as if thinking about this question seriously: "No."

That is there.

Xu Shao automatically translated his words in his mind, and said, "The doctor said you haven't been there for a long time, what are you busy with recently, you don't even have time to go to the hospital?"

"I'll go in a few days." Ji Shurong said.

The bedroom was dark with the curtains drawn.

Jiang Jing was almost asleep, lying on the pillow and yawning, he heard whispers coming from outside.

He turned over and got out of bed, tiptoed to the door, stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob and pressed it slowly.

The door opened a crack, and the bright light in the living room made him squint his eyes reflexively.

Xu Shao played the piano with Niu for a long time, angry and helpless, wanted to drink a glass of water to calm down, but as soon as he turned around, he met Jiang Jing's eyes.

The atmosphere was too weird, Ji Shurong also looked back.

Jiang Jing had messy hair on his head, and was still wearing Ji Shurong's home pajamas one size larger. He was sleepy and dazed when he just woke up. He looked at Xu Shao and asked, "Why are you here?"

The corner of Xu Shao's mouth twitched, and he looked him up and down several times: "... I should be asking you this question, right?"

Only then did Jiang Jing react belatedly, and subconsciously looked at Ji Shurong.

Facing the two straight gazes, Ji Shurong coughed calmly and said to Xu Shao, "As you see, it is what you think."

Xu Shao took a deep breath, glanced around between the two, still a little unbelievable: "So... you two are living together now?"

"Yeah." Ji Shurong admitted quite frankly.

Xu Shao's mind was filled with gongs, drums and firecrackers blaring all over the sky, and the rumbling blast made him unable to calm down for a long time.

He has long seen that Ji Shurong has different feelings for Jiang Jing, and he also knows that according to Ji Shurong's character, he should hold back.But I never thought that these two people are not only together, but also living together behind everyone's fucking backs? ?

Moreover, Jiang Jing came out of Ji Shurong's room and was still wearing Ji Shurong's clothes.

Xu Shao rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, feeling that the impact was a bit big.

He asked questions like a prisoner for a long time, and finally figured out what happened, and left with an exclamation mark on his forehead.

In less than half an hour, Ji Shurong's mobile phone was bombed by Lu Yan and Yang Xiao in turn, and they deeply condemned him for concealing his love affair.

Especially Lu Yan, who sighed and asked him what he couldn't compare to the hairless Jiang Jing, Jiang Jing heard him sharply, and answered him directly: "I'm younger than you."

Age is a flaw, Lu Yan choked for a long time, and wanted to refute a few more words, but the phone was suddenly taken away by Qin Ye, who pressed it and hung up.

Jiang Jing heard the movement keenly, and thoughtfully said: "He won't really take down Police Officer Qin, will he?"

The sunshine in early winter is still warm, and the cold wind is howling outside the window, but there is a feeling of spring in the house.The light was so warm that it made people feel drowsy when it shone on their body.

Jiang Jing put one leg on Ji Shurong's lap, swayed from time to time, and watched TV casually while eating potato chips.

Suddenly his shoulders sank, Jiang Jing stopped the hand that was handing the potato chips to his mouth, tilted his head and asked, "Sleepy?"

Ji Shurong closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked not in a good mood: "Yeah."

He seemed to be really sleepy, he leaned on Jiang Jing's shoulder and didn't speak any more, his even and long breaths swept across Jiang Jing's neck, causing slight itches.

Jiang Jing turned off the sound of the TV, kept his posture motionless, and didn't even eat potato chips.

He knew how precious sleep was to Ji Shurong, so he endured the numbness of his arm and didn't move it.The phone was still charging in the bedroom, and the TV was meaningless. Jiang Jing stared at the void in a daze, feeling Ji Shurong's steady breathing in the silence.

He simply focused all his attention on Ji Shurong's breathing, and suddenly felt that he was not so boring if he had nothing to do.

Jiang Jing's nose was a little itchy, he raised his hand to touch it, and then sneezed uncontrollably.

He held his breath subconsciously, and glanced towards the end of his eyes, Ji Shurong moved slightly in his sight, and woke up.

Jiang Jing glanced at the watch on the wall, and only slept for an hour. He blamed himself and said in a low voice, "Let's sleep for a while."

"No need." Ji Shurong's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of laziness.

Jiang Jing's ears were itchy, his Adam's apple rolled and he said, "Did you sleep well just now?"

Ji Shurong straightened up, closed his eyes slowly, and said softly, "Yes."

In fact, it was not good, even if he fell asleep, he would still be haunted by nightmares, which was more uncomfortable than not sleeping.

If he didn't say anything, Jiang Jing couldn't tell.

There is still half of the movie left, and Jiang Jing is watching with relish while rubbing his numb arms.The first half of the acting was a bit deliberate, and the latter part was more natural, occasionally making Jiang Jing laugh.

Ji Shurong has been very quiet after waking up, his eyes lowered, as if in a daze.

Jiang Jing glanced at him, put his head on his lap, met his eyes, blinked and said, "What are you thinking?"

Ji Shurong's calm eyes moved slightly, and he pulled the corner of his mouth: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

This position was quite comfortable, so Jiang Jing simply lay on his lap, fingered the button on his chest and said, "I want to eat fried pork with green peppers, it's a bit spicy."

"Okay." Ji Shurong stroked his hair and said, "Is there anything else?"

"I want to drink lean meat porridge."

"it is good."

Jiang Jing thought for a while, then said, "I don't want to eat rice anymore, can I eat steamed buns?"

Ji Shurong lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "Okay, it's all up to you."

When eating, the table was almost full of Jiang Jing's favorite dishes. He happily gnawed on the steamed buns, and was about to grab a piece of meat for Ji Shurong when he put down his chopsticks.

Jiang Jing froze for a moment: "Have you finished eating?"

"Yeah." Ji Shurong wiped his mouth, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

He ate less than a quarter of the steamed buns in front of him, only a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and didn't even drink much porridge, so it's over? ?

Jiang Jing frowned: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ji Shurong raised his head, propped his chin and smiled: "No, it's just that I can't eat it."

Although Jiang Jing had zero common sense in life, he was not so easy to be fooled. He gnawed on his chopsticks and said solemnly: "The loss of appetite should be due to a bad stomach. I have to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Ji Shurong ignored him, closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Lack of spring and sleepiness in winter, this is especially evident in Ji Shurong.

Not only was he sleepy, but his reaction was also a bit slow. Jiang Jing called him twice before seeing him slowly raise his head with a dazed expression: "What?"

Jiang Jing came out of the kitchen just after washing the dishes, his hands were still stained with water, he said angrily, "I said, do you want to take a bath?"

"Oh."

Ji Shurong went straight to the bathroom, walking at a leisurely pace, just entering and then pushing the door out, Jiang Jing happened to pass by, looked at his naked upper body, swallowed: "...why?"

"The towels are still on the balcony." Ji Shurong said.

Jiang Jing went to the balcony to bring him bath towels. The sun was shining today, and the bath towels were still dry.

He handed it to Ji Shurong and said, "The hot water should be very hot, so be careful."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ji Shurong's state today is very wrong.Jiang Jing sat by the bed and thought about it carefully, and suddenly found that something was wrong with Ji Shurong since a few days ago.

Forgetting to add salt when cooking, accidentally breaking the dishes when washing, and often appearing absent-minded...

It might be normal for others to do these things, but Ji Shurong has always been prudent and would not be able to do these things under normal conditions.

Jiang Jing's gaze fell on the small bottle on the bedside table. There were only a few pills left in it, and it would be finished in a few days.

He frowned and thought for a while, thinking that the sleeping pills should be causing the trouble.

All medicines have side effects, and sleeping pills should be no exception, right?

Before he could figure it out, Ji Shurong came out of the shower.

The belt of the bathrobe was loosely tied around the waist, and the strong and beautiful muscles glowed under the light. Jiang Jing couldn't move his eyes, staring straight at him like a hooligan.

Ji Shurong's hair was still dripping water, Jiang Jing felt itchy, and said, "Shall I blow your hair for you?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Ji Shurong answered or not, he ran straight to the living room to find out the hair dryer, took it to the bedroom and plugged it in, and the loud buzzing sound instantly rang out.

Ji Shurong was still standing by the bed, Jiang Jing motioned him to sit down: "I can't reach you standing."

Ji Shurong's eyes were bright under the light, but upon closer inspection, there was no emotion in them.

This was the first time Jiang Jing had blow-dried his hair, and he knelt down on the bed eager to try, his fingers touched Ji Shurong's shoulder with water droplets, and then he stopped suddenly.

Before he came out, Jiang Jing was afraid that he would be cold, so he turned on the air conditioner. Now the temperature in the room was as high as midsummer, and Jiang Jing's forehead was sweating after such a short time.

But Ji Shurong's body was cold.

Jiang Jing touched his back again, there was a biting coolness everywhere he could touch, and his fingertips would shiver even if he touched it.

He turned off the hair dryer and asked in disbelief, "Did you take a shower with cold water?"

Ji Shurong lowered his head, turned around after a long time and said, "No."

Jiang Jing didn't believe his words at all, jumped out of the bed with bare feet, walked quickly to the bathroom door, and the moment he opened the door, he was blown by the cold air inside.

The air circulation in the bathroom is poor, and the mist of hot flashes will permeate for a long time. Every time Jiang Jing takes a bath behind Ji Shurong, he can feel the aroma of the shower gel he left behind.

But now the dim bathroom is gloomy and cold, even the familiar aroma has disappeared.

Jiang Jing froze on the spot, as if his heart was tightly grasped by a hand, unbearable sourness and heartache surged up.

Ji Shurong didn't know when he was standing behind him, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I used hot water, and finally rinsed it with cold water when it was a little hot."

Jiang Jing pursed his lips, took his hand and dragged him back to the bedroom, pulled a blanket around him, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't do this in the future, you will get sick."

Ji Shurong's eyes lowered and fell on his slightly wrinkled brows, and his numb heart suddenly jumped.

What's wrong with me, he thought in a daze.

Ji Shurong raised his hand, gently poured Jiang Jing into his arms, rested his chin on his shoulder, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm sorry, it won't be like this in the future."

The author says:

(I want to speed up the pace in the past two days, the number of words is a little more, and it shouldn’t happen in the future~>_<~