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Zheng Xunqian left quickly, leaving behind Jing Tian who sighed into the porridge bowl and Yang Yue who ate greasy.

"This person is not as strange as I imagined." Yang Yue licked his fingers with emotion, "There is still a bit of common sense."

Jing Tian didn't understand, so he said, "How?"

"I used to assume that he is a pure-bred weirdo, the kind who lives in his own world and knows nothing about the world," Yang Yue said, gesturing for the char siew crisps in his hand, "I didn't expect him to be quite good. "

Jing Tian thought, maybe it's because Zheng Xunqian has always been ignorant of the world, but dismissive.

He knows how to give people face, but most of the time, he doesn't want to give it.

Now, he is polite and considerate to Yang Yue, is he giving Yang Yue face, or himself?

Jing Tian drank the porridge pitifully with the smell of crispy char siu in the air, thinking wildly in his mind.

"Hey, hey," Yang Yue raised his leg, kicked him, and winked, "Tell me honestly, what's going on with you two now?"

Jing Tian paused for a moment.

"...Yo, you're still blushing," Yang Yue pulled the stool closer to him, with a gossipy face, "Tell me the truth!"

Jing Tian hid on the other side: "Don't come here, don't come here, the thing in your hand smells too strong, I'm so greedy."

Yang Yue stuffed the remaining half of the char siew puff pastry into his mouth, covered his mouth and bulged his cheeks and said inarticulately: "No more! Tell me quickly, don't try to fool me!"

Jing Tian put down the bowl and started to be dazed.

What is the relationship between him and Zheng Xunqian now?He also wanted to know.

All the things that happened when they were drunk were ignored. Now, they held hands, kissed and hugged in a sober and self-controlling state.

Those are definitely not things that ordinary friends would do.

But if you go a step further, it seems that something is missing.

There is no confession between them, no formal confirmation of each other's intentions.To become a more intimate and special relationship, there should always be a little ceremony.

It doesn't have to be too grand, one word and one promise is enough.

But neither.

Yang Yue took a sip of water, finally swallowed everything in her mouth, and asked again: "What's the matter? It's so hard to say... You can't be friends with benefits...?"

"How is it possible!" Jing Tian quickly denied.

Although it was indeed that.

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he became, and Jing Tian's face turned even redder.

"Could he be that kind..." Yang Yue hesitated to speak.

Jing Tian immediately asked: "What?"

"Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't take responsibility," Yang Yue said, "Teasing you, cheating feelings, commonly known as a scumbag."

"..."

"That's not enough," Yang Yue laughed after finishing speaking, "If he didn't care about you, with his character, there's no way he could even please me."

Jing Tian pursed his lips and remained silent.

"But even if this is the case, I will not agree with him to live in," Yang Yue said, pointing to Jing Tian's bed, "Also, please don't let me see the scene just now."

Jing Tian was so guilty that he buried his face in the bowl.

After dinner, Jing Tian quickly went back to bed.

Being sick is exhausting.Even though he had slept enough, he still couldn't get rid of his tiredness. He had no energy and couldn't exert any strength.

But when he closed his eyes, his consciousness became blurred, but he couldn't sleep well.

He tossed and turned, opened his eyes and glanced at his phone from time to time, and after a while, he received a message from Zheng Xunqian.

——You haven't told me what exactly you remembered.

This sentence was not interesting, and even made Jing Tian feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed.But looking at the line of words and the name of the sender, Jing Tian wanted to laugh uncontrollably.

He thought for a moment and typed his reply.

— a lot, but don't tell you.

After a while, seeing that Zheng Xunqian still didn't reply, he added another sentence.

——Don’t try to fool me casually in the future.

After waiting for at least 5 minutes, Jing Tian was almost sleepy, and Zheng Xunqian finally returned.

--Oh.

Jing Tian frowned.

He somewhat understood the uncomfortable feeling that Yang Yue said before.He secretly cheered himself up in his heart, and decided that if Zheng Xunqian "oh" again, he would complain bravely and tell him that he didn't like it.

After a while, Zheng Xunqian sent another message.

——Some are misunderstandings, don't think about it.

Jing Tian secretly guessed that this person might be guilty.

After all, some of the episodes he recalled made him sad and depressed.And now he can be sure that Zheng Xunqian not only avoided the important things, but also lied when describing his individual experiences.

Like, so-called, their first date.

Zheng Xunqian described that experience romantically and sweetly, as if he didn't know each other in a classic idol drama, full of exciting details.

But in fact, Zheng Xunqian himself kept a straight face throughout the day, looking depressed and completely unhappy.

No matter what Jing Tian said to him, he was not in a good mood, and his reply was no more than five words.

Jing Tian was afraid that he would be cold, so he took off his coat and gave it to him. He looked at it in his hand, then threw it back, and told Jing Tian: "It's not necessary."

Jing Tian not only remembered that scene, but also remembered the embarrassment and anger in his heart at that time.He held the coat in his hand, and yelled at Zheng Xunqian angrily: "Blame me, I'm not good. I'll freeze with you, okay?"

Zheng Xunqian looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It's none of my business."

He also summoned up the courage to show weakness, and apologized for his usual reckless offense, fearing that he would not be able to say it face to face, so he wrote it seriously on paper.

It's a pity that Zheng Xunqian didn't even look at it and just lost it.

After that, the two met unexpectedly in the corridor, Zheng Xunqian saw him from a distance, and chose to turn around and detour.

He was so angry that he cursed in front of Yang Yue.

Jing Tian wanted to know how to misunderstand Zheng Xunqian's words and deeds at that time.

He didn't want to go to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

What makes him more concerned now is what happened after that, which made Zheng Xunqian's attitude towards him change.

I am so clumsy, irrational, rampant, and not likable at all when I am caught in a relationship, how can I impress this weird person who seems to be completely unreasonable?

Jing Tian turned around holding the phone, and suddenly felt a little uneasy again.

Would such doubts also be a kind of arrogance?Was Zheng Xunqian really moved by him?

"Where are you pancakes?" Yang Yue's voice came from under the bed, "Get up if you don't want to sleep, it's not comfortable to lie down like this."

Jing Tian shook his head: "I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep."

"Not feeling well?" Yang Yue asked.

"No, I remembered a lot of things yesterday when I was in a daze of fever," Jing Tian said, "Just now I ruminated, and there was a feeling of...sudden clarity, as if I had been ill once, and my mind became much clearer. "

Yang Yue was very pleasantly surprised, and immediately asked, "What do you remember?"

Jing Tian turned over, lay down on the edge of the bed and looked down: "...you are so kind."

Yang Yue was taken aback, blinked her eyes twice, immediately showed a rare shyness, turned around, but her mouth was as usual: "That is, I have always been very good, it seems that you have finally remembered something important .”

Jing Tian nodded and secretly smiled.

The subconscious mind cannot deceive people, no wonder he is still full of trust and affection for Yang Yue after losing his memory.

"It turned out that we didn't talk when we first lived together," he said.

"I want to talk to you," Yang Yue said with a smile, "You kept your head down at that time, you couldn't even meet your eyes, and you couldn't find a chance at all."

At first, this dormitory was full, and the other three roommates, including Yang Yue, quickly became acquainted with each other. Only Jing Tian, ​​just like in high school, could not get in.

During the first formal conversation with Yang Yue, he was crying.

He was sitting alone in the dormitory, took off his glasses, lowered his head, wept quietly, and wiped it clean with his sleeve quietly, repeating over and over again.

Until Yang Yue abruptly opened the door and walked in.

He hurriedly put on his glasses and tried to avoid it, but the surprised Yang Yue chased after him relentlessly.

Jing Tian still can't remember many details of that day clearly at this moment, only knowing that he finally cried aloud in the face of others' concern and comfort, and poured out some thoughts.

After that, Yang Yue reached out and took off his glasses, and pulled back his bangs that were too long on his forehead, forcing him to reveal his full face that was wet with tears.

"Actually, you are very good-looking," Yang Yue squatted in front of him, raised her head, and told him seriously, "I think you should tidy yourself up so that everyone can see you."

"The only good thing that trash surnamed Chu did was to bring us closer," Yang Yue said.

Jing Tian was surprised: "Is it because of him?"

Yang Yue turned around again, more surprised than him: "Didn't you remember?"

"...without his part." Jing Tian said.

He only remembered how nice Yang Yue was, but it was a blur as to why he was so sad back then.

At that time, it was obvious that the sky was about to collapse from crying, but in the blink of an eye, the reasons became insignificant.

"It's good, just throw it in the recycling bin and empty it completely," Yang Yue said, "If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. Now that the new one has been lying on your bed, the old one should be cremated."

Jing Tian blushed, turned over and shrank back: "I'm asleep!"

The next day is a day off, no classes.

Yang Yue was dragged away early in the morning to participate in the school celebration rehearsal, leaving only Jing Tian sick in the dormitory.When Zheng Xunqian heard about it, he brought him food as a matter of course, and accompanied him by the way.

Seeing that Jing Tian was still lacking energy, Zheng Xunqian advised him not to study in a hurry, but to rest first.

The two sat and read idle books, but the atmosphere became different from before.

Jing Tian couldn't calm down at all.

Zheng Xunqian's every move, he will inevitably be overconscious.When Zheng Xunqian raised his arm, he thought that Zheng Xunqian would want to hold his hand.Zheng Xunqian looked at him, and he unconsciously pursed his lips, repeating the scene of the two kissing yesterday in his mind.

When Zheng Xunqian took the initiative to speak, he was even taken aback.

"Are you not feeling well?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian stiffened and shook his head quickly.

There's nothing wrong with his body, it's just that there are some bad things in his head.

"Don't hold on," Zheng Xunqian was a little worried, "Have you taken your temperature since you got up today?"

"Measured, it's normal," Jing Tian said, touching his stomach, "the stomach doesn't hurt either."

I also started to feel greedy. It can be seen that the recovery is very good and the appetite is strong.He bravely ate a vegetable bun for breakfast this morning, and now he feels good, thinking about having some fish soup for dinner.

"Really?" Zheng Xunqian moved closer, raised his hand, and put it on his forehead, said after a while, "It still seems a little hot."

"...No, your hands are too cold." Jing Tian said.

Zheng Xunqian withdrew his hand and looked at him.

"No, I don't believe you...you..."

If you don't believe me, change something and measure it.When you were sick last time, you obviously pulled me to stick your forehead.

Jing Tian muttered in his heart, and when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say it well.

Is Zheng Xunqian a fool? Why doesn't he move?

While Jing Tian was secretly discouraged, he suddenly remembered what Yang Yue said yesterday.

No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility.

Teasing you, deceiving feelings, commonly known as a scumbag.