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Jiang Jing had fantasized about meeting Ji Shurong countless times.

He thought he would get excited, cry, and hug Ji Shurong and refuse to let go.

But the reality is that his mind is blank and he is stuck motionless like a wooden man.

Zhao Yu said from the side: "Don't bring such a liar, and you said that no one will pick you up, then I will leave by myself, and I will go to your house tomorrow."

As if Jiang Jing had never heard of it, he followed Ji Shurong into a taxi as if he was sleepwalking.

The scenery outside the window reversed rapidly, and no one spoke along the way.

Ji Shurong held Jiang Jing's hand on his lap, and a thin layer of sweat dripped from his palm.

It wasn't until he went upstairs and entered the house that the consciousness he had left at the school gate slowly returned to its original position.

Ji Shurong closed the door behind him with his backhand, and before he could speak, he was thrown into his arms by Jiang Jing.

The space by the door was very small, and the two of them were close to each other, the sounds of breathing and heartbeat intertwined.

Ji Shurong lost a lot of weight, the white shirt looked a little empty on him, his short hair turned into long hair, which was randomly tied behind his head with a rubber band, and a few strands of hair hung down the side of his face.His eyes were no longer empty, they flickered gently, and Jiang Jing's figure was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

The familiar, gentle Ji Shurong who always looked at him with a smile finally came back.

Jiang Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and the late tears fell silently.

"Xiao Jing." Ji Shurong's voice was restrained and hoarse, he raised his hand to touch Jiang Jing's moist eyes, and leaned over to kiss him.

He tasted bitterness in his mouth, moist and turbulent, spreading from between his lips and teeth all the way to his heart, urging his heart to beat.

Before he came back, he saw a psychiatrist for the last time, and the doctor asked him: "What do you want to do first when you go back?"

He said: "Go to see my lover, I have many things to say to him."

But at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I just feel that, compared to slightly pale love words, physical touch and entanglement are the best way to express love.

He clasped the back of Jiang Jing's head, and kissed the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, and his lips in sequence.He kissed deeply and heavily, breathing hot and hot.

His little friend lost weight and grew taller.When he saw Jiang Jing outside the school gate, he was actually a little surprised.

In the past, Jiang Jing wouldn't walk so slowly and steadily. The zipper of his school uniform must have been unzipped. When he ran, his eyebrows were flying, and he rushed to him with the evening wind, with a bright smile in his eyes.

But the current Jiang Jing is not like that, he just walks through the crowd with his head down, looking a little lonely in the bustle.

His little friend gradually matured in a place he couldn't see. In the eyes of others, he might have grown up, but Ji Shurong was full of distress.

He rolled cold tears on the tip of his tongue, and rubbed Jiang Jing's red ears with his fingertips, "Stop crying."

Jiang Jing didn't know where he came from so many tears, as if he was about to shed them all at once, and couldn't stop no matter what.

His heart was chaotic and swollen, a lot of emotions were piled up in his chest, but he couldn't find an outlet for it.He held Ji Shurong's hand tightly, and said instinctively, "I've been waiting for you."

"I know."

Ji Shurong kissed his wet eyelashes, looked down at those eyes that were close at hand, and said, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

The tears that Jiang Jing had just suppressed burst out of his eyes, and he almost hung on Ji Shurong, closing his eyes and kissing him.

His kissing skills were as green as ever, with irresistible recklessness, he responded indiscriminately.

After a long time, Ji Shurong slightly loosened his lips, and said in a low voice, "If you cry again, your eyes will be swollen."

"I didn't cry." Jiang Jing panted twice, blushing and making excuses, dissatisfied with his stopping, grabbed his collar and kissed him.

In the end, they didn't know who was dragging whom, and they fell on the sofa together.

Jiang Jing was kissed until his whole body was soft and numb, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and it took him a moment before he could say a word completely: "Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Ji Shurong stood by his side, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and said softly, "I want to surprise you."

Jiang Jing was a little itchy from his loose hair, squinted his eyes and grabbed a bunch of them, wrapping them around his fingers, "It's quite a surprise, I thought I was dreaming."

He hooked Ji Shurong's neck, gnawed on his chin like a puppy, and muttered, "Why have you lost so much weight? Isn't the food in the hospital delicious?"

Ji Shurong chuckled a few times, looked at him firmly and said, "Think of what you think."

The way he spoke was too serious, Jiang Jing's heart softened instantly.

"Your illness..." Jiang Jing's voice was hoarse for a moment, and he continued after a while: "Will it happen again like before?"

After asking, he held his breath, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced, anxiously waiting for Ji Shurong's answer.

"No more." Ji Shurong said.

He held Jiang Jing's face, lowered his eyes and kissed the corner of his lips: "It will never be like this again."

Never make you wait so long again.

The heat that had just been suppressed swept up again, Ji Shurong simply tore off the top button of his shirt, held Jiang Jing's neck and kissed him again.

If it wasn't for Jiang Jing's stomach growling inappropriately, they might have met each other naked this time.

Jiang Jing's school uniform was pushed up from below, and the young man's clear and smooth waistline could be seen at a glance.His eyes were covered with water vapor, his face flushed a little deeper, and he stared at Ji Shurong angrily: "Don't laugh!"

Ji Shurong was very shameless, rubbed his naked stomach, and said with a smile: "I said why there is no meat on this stomach, it turns out that I haven't eaten enough."

Jiang Jing struggled to sit up, and scratched him aggressively a few times, trying to push him down.

Ji Shurong was as motionless as a mountain, grabbed his troublesome hand, and kissed his rolling Adam's apple: "Eat first."

He walked into the kitchen with ease, washed the pots and pans covered with several layers of dust, and dug out a few edible vegetables from the refrigerator.

Jiang Jing also entered the kitchen with a mess of hair, Ji Shurong poked the air bubbles in the pool while cleaning the pot, and Ji Shurong squatted next to the trash can and threw the fallen leaves into the sink when he was choosing vegetables.

At first Ji Shurong thought he was trying to help, but it took a while to realize that it might be because of the reunion after a long absence, his little friend was a little clingy.

Jiang Jing dangled behind him like a tail, chatting with him non-stop.

"Hey, how is the little boy you wrote about? Is he out of the hospital too?"

"Not yet." Ji Shurong put the rice into the rice cooker deftly with one mind and two minds, "But it should be soon, the frequency of his illness is obviously less than before, and most of the time he looks like a normal child. Oh, don't you Said that I forgot, before leaving, he gave me a handful of candy, and told me to take it back to give to a child who likes candy."

Jiang Jing's eyes lit up, and he reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

"Where's the sugar?"

Ji Shurong shrugged: "I accidentally ate it up."

"..." Jiang Jing gritted his teeth and teased him from behind him, "Aren't you careful, didn't you leave me a piece?"

"I'm lying to you, the candy is in the coat pocket." Ji Shurong smiled lowly, grabbed him and kissed him, making him honest.

Jiang Jing was dizzy from the kiss, and was licking the corners of his mouth to relish it, when he suddenly saw him pick up a kitchen knife to chop vegetables.

At that moment, some kind of fear that was suppressed in his heart broke out instantly, so that Jiang Jing's mind hadn't recovered, and his body had subconsciously rushed over.

The kitchen knife was snatched away, and Ji Shurong's expression froze for a moment.

Jiang Jing came to his senses, scratched his messy hair in frustration, and said, "Well, I just..."

"It's okay." Ji Shurong grabbed his wrist and took back the handle of the knife.

There was no one speaking for two seconds, and subtlety spread in the air.

Jiang Jing cleared his throat and said, "You cook, I'll watch TV." He walked out as if nothing had happened, sat on the sofa and picked out a program to watch.

The range hood in the kitchen was buzzing, and after a while, Ji Shurong's voice came from inside: "Go and wash your hands, the meal is ready."

Jiang Jing responded, and went to the bathroom with his slippers on.

Ji Shurong came out with a plate, and when he leaned over to arrange the tableware, he found that the fruit knife that was originally on the table was missing.

His eyes lowered slightly, and he heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom stop abruptly, and Jiang Jing came out after a while.

"Is the rice ready? Sit down first, I'll serve it." Jiang Jing said as he walked towards the kitchen, and was hugged from behind by him the next second.

Ji Shurong put his chin on his shoulder and took a deep breath. Jiang Jing thought he was going to say something, but Ji Shurong just hugged him for a while, then let go and went into the kitchen, "Let me do it."

Dinner is Jiang Jing's favorite dish, his taste has not changed, his appetite is even bigger than before, he ate two and a half bowls of rice.

Ji Shurong looked up at him: "How come you haven't seen you grow any meat after eating so much?"

Jiang Jing took a sip of water and burped lazily: "No matter how much you eat, you will be digested by the test paper. There is a saying that studying makes people lose weight day by day."

Ji Shurong ate slowly. After clearing away the dishes, Jiang Jing was still nestled on the sofa, and reminded him, "It's time to do my homework."

Jiang Jing turned a deaf ear and patted the side beside him to signal him to come over.

Ji Shurong smiled helplessly, walked over to pinch his ear, and shook it slightly: "Deaf?"

His hands were still stained with water, Jiang Jing shrank his neck, turned around and put his arms around his waist and pushed him down on the sofa.

"What are you doing writing that thing? It's a disappointment." Jiang Jing said nonchalantly.

Ji Shurong was leaned against by him like a pillow, lowered his head and fiddled with his bracelet, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"

Leaning his head on his shoulder, Jiang Jing groaned, "Anyway, I don't want to write tonight, so I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ji Shurong didn't say anything else. Seeing him hiccupping from time to time, he rubbed his stomach through his clothes for fear that he would accumulate food.

Jiang Jing squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and fell asleep after a while.

Ji Shurong felt that his breathing was getting slower and longer, and finally he completely relaxed his body and fell asleep peacefully.

He stopped, tilted his head and kissed Jiang Jing's hair.

He knew that Jiang Jing hadn't been able to completely get out of the tense days in the past.

He also knows that some things cannot be erased once they happen.

But that's okay, they have a long, long future ahead.Long enough to hide scars and slowly make up for lost time.