缠绵 游戏

That night, Jing Tian specially brought Zheng Xunqian's tablet to bed.

He was lying on the bed, anxious and expectant, wanting to see what would be in the gallery.

Peeking at other people's photos is not good.

However, Zheng Xunqian knew that he could open it here, so he didn't log out, and deliberately took a photo for him to see, that probably means he doesn't mind.

I've already been ashamed, so it's time to reciprocate.

Jing Tian made enough excuses for himself, and clicked on the gallery with the excitement of quietly doing bad things, but was soon disappointed.

He was too nervous to look at it when he opened it a few hours ago.

Except for a few scattered photos, it is all folders.

Half of them are locked, and a password is required to open them, and most of the rest are learning materials such as courseware exercises, as well as some landscape photos downloaded from the Internet.

Either Zheng Xunqian never took pictures, or he set an upload limit on his phone, so the photos were not synced to this tablet at all.

Jing Tian lost interest and turned it on and off one by one, but didn't see anything interesting.

Until he opened the last photo album, there was only one picture in it.

Looking at the thumbnail, it is a long vertical picture.

Jing Tian poked it open and froze immediately.

In the middle of the screen, there are a few large, mocking characters: What are you looking at?

Jing Tian's eyes were wide open, and his face quickly burned.

Just when I was about to quit quickly, I found a line of small characters written below: I’m here, I’ll show you something good↓↓↓

The last few arrows should mean to let him scroll down.

Jing Tian swipe the screen suspiciously, and soon froze.

At the bottom of this long picture, there is a black and white pattern with simple and neat lines.

A pair of intertwined hands broke out from the cocoon-like object, and the fingertips turned into flying feathers, seemingly flapping their wings to fly.

Jing Tian immediately realized what it was.

The unreadable tattoo pattern behind him has exactly the same outline.

It's really beautiful.

But why does Zheng Xunqian have this picture?He didn't mention it when he asked about it before.

This guy always says half and hides half, so people can't completely trust him.

Jing Tian took out his mobile phone and wanted to send Zheng Xunqian a message.

Opened the dialog box, but fell into hesitation again.

In this way, is it considered a self-inflicted trap, exposing himself to steal the photo album?

He turned around twice in the quilt, and finally decided to insinuate and say something else first.

--are you getting better?

Press send, there is no response from the other side.

Zheng Xunqian didn't reply until the next morning.

--much better.

Jing Tian had just finished washing when he received the news.

He replied immediately.

——Are you going to class today?

This time, Zheng Xunqian returned quickly.

--do you want to meet me?

Jing Tian was immediately at a loss.

He stared at the phone for a while, then chose to put down the phone and wake up Yang Yue first.

When Yang Yue was thrown off the quilt by him and dragged off the bed, and walked into the bathroom sleepily, he finally figured out how to reply.

——If you are off today, do you need me to bring you lunch?

Zheng Xunqian came back quickly.

--Need not.

Jing Tian suddenly panicked.

He originally wanted to express that if you still feel unwell, don't force yourself, I can take the initiative to see you.

But Zheng Xunqian seemed dissatisfied with his roundabout way of expressing his position.

How to do it?

Would it be counterproductive to tell him "I am responsible for your illness, and I am responsible for you"?

Before he could finish his entanglement, a new message popped up in the dialog box.

——I'm coming to class, let's have lunch together.

Looking at this line of words, Jing Tian silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you laughing at, so happy early in the morning?" Yang Yue asked after walking out of the bathroom.

Jing Tian hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket: "It's still early in the morning, if you don't hurry up, you will be late!"

On the way to the classroom, Yang Yue stared at his head for a while, then reached out to fiddle with it, and said, "The black hair has grown out."

Jing Tian himself noticed it too.

The part of his hair that had been dyed was extremely light in color, and the newly grown black hair was a bit abrupt, which looked weird.

"Do you want to mend it?" Yang Yue asked him.

Jing Tian didn't understand, so he said, "How can I make it up?"

"Re-dye your hair roots," Yang Yue said, "I can do this too."

Jing Tian was surprised: "Why are you so powerful!"

Yang Yue said with a smile: "Because I have to make up for you every once in a while, so you will become proficient naturally.

You can also take this opportunity to change the color. "

Jing Tian fell into hesitation.

"You don't want to dye the whole thing black, do you?" Yang Yue asked.

"...Let's talk about it later," Jing Tian said, "I'll think about it."

When he came to the classroom, Zheng Xunqian was already there.

He sat in a slightly cornered position as usual, and when he saw Jing Tian, ​​he immediately picked up the schoolbag that was originally on the seat next to him.

Although he didn't speak, the intention was obvious.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yang Yue made a meaningful voice.

Jing Tian lowered his head and walked forward silently.

After sitting on the seat where Zheng Xunqian originally placed his bag, he didn't make a sound, nor looked to the side, he lowered his head and sorted out his things by himself. Yang Yue who came with him took the initiative to go with Zheng Xunqian He raised his voice: "Do you want me to sit farther away?"

"It doesn't matter," Zheng Xunqian said, "You can do whatever you want."

"Then I'll have dinner with you at noon later?" Yang Yue said again.

Zheng Xunqian looked at him: "...Oh."

Yang Yue looked at his expression, and quickly laughed: "Forget it, I'm not so ignorant."

Jing Tian sat between the two of them, with his head down the whole time, blushing and silent.

"By the way, you can also help the staff," Yang Yue said to Zheng Xunqian again, "Jing Tian wants to dye his hair again, what color do you think looks good?"

Zheng Xunqian turned around and stared at Jing Tian's side face for a while: "Everything is fine."

"It's the same as not saying anything," Yang Yue was very dissatisfied with this, "give me some useful advice."

Zheng Xunqian's eyes still fell on Jing Tian's face, and the same sentence: "Anything is fine."

"It's fine," Yang Yue pouted, "Then I'll go back and dye him colorful."

At noon, the two ate alone as before, and then went to the small study room.

Jing Tian was in a trance.

In this way, it was as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

It was obviously the result he expected, but he felt awkward and felt a little disappointed.

"You said a while ago that you wanted to dye your hair black again," Zheng Xunqian brought up the old story after entering the small study room, "Changed your mind?"

"Yang Yue said, I don't suit too dark hair color, light color will look better."

Jing Tian said.

Zheng Xunqian stared at him again.

Jing Tian lowered his head: "What do you think? When I have black hair, don't I look very earthy?"

Zheng Xunqian hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "I don't think I've ever seen you with black hair."

This answer is unexpected, but also reasonable.

Yang Yue mentioned that at the class meeting where Zheng Xunqian almost made Zhao Qinqing cry, he was deciding what color he should dye his hair.

Therefore, Zheng Xunqian had seen his black hair before, but he just didn't remember it.

For Zheng Xunqian at that time, Jing Tian was a non-existent person.

Realizing this, Jing Tian became lost again.

This is not surprising, he could have guessed that for a long time after that, until his personality gradually became extroverted, Zheng Xunqian never looked at him directly and turned a blind eye to him.

Since when did Zheng Xunqian leave an impression on him?

He lowered his head and remained silent, Zheng Xunqian seemed to have some misunderstanding, and said again: "It's more important that you like it."

"Ah?" Jing Tian raised his head.

"If you really like colorful ones, you can try them too."

Zheng Xunqian said with a smile.

Jing Tian stared at him blankly.

"...Just don't walk next to me."

Zheng Xunqian added.

Here it comes again, Jing Tian thought, a familiar and irritating smell.

"Then I'll go dye it green."

He muttered casually.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xunqian complained about this: "It's not good."

"I just said I like it."

"The implication is not good," Zheng Xunqian said, "it might as well be dyed red."

Jing Tian suddenly wanted to laugh.

He forcibly endured it, took out the tablet computer from his bag, and suddenly jumped out of the picture he saw last night.

"By the way, the pink one you dyed before is very pretty."

Jing Tian thought to himself, I don't care what you think.

He clicked on the desktop of the tablet computer, took a breath secretly, and asked, "Can I have a look at your picture file?"

Zheng Xunqian thought for a while and replied: "No."

hateful.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't ask.

Now, he couldn't find an excuse to mention that picture at all.

On the way back to the dormitory, they ran into Shu Ziqin by accident.

As soon as this lively and outgoing elementary school boy saw them, he immediately waved his arms wildly from a distance.

Jing Tian also raised his hand and waved it, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Sure enough, Shu Ziqin ran up to them with a smile, and the first thing he said was: "Are you reconciled?"

Zheng Xunqian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Let me just say, it will be over in two days," Shu Ziqin looked very happy, "What kind of overnight hatred can a good brother have."

"Hehe," Jing Tian tugged at Zheng Xunqian's sleeve, "We have something to do, so let's go first."

Shu Ziqin smiled and waved to them: "See you in class next week!"

When he ran away, Zheng Xunqian said quietly: "Are you having a conflict with your good brother?"

Jing Tian annoyed him to ask the question knowingly, held back for a while, and replied, "I won't tell you."

"It shouldn't be about us," Zheng Xunqian said again, "I was just abandoned and sad for a day."

"Oh, still sick."

Zheng Xunqian added.

He spoke very calmly, it didn't seem like he was hurt at all, but he did it with ease.

For Jing Tian's behavior, he didn't seem to be hurt too much.

Jing Tian walked forward sullenly, wondering if this meant that he didn't really care that much.

"Ignore me?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

"I have a question," Jing Tian said without looking at him. "Did you say that because you only remember when I dyed my hair pink?"