He's turned into a cat

Jing Cheng looked at Jiang Yuan quietly for a while, and then said, "I'll take you to a place."

The corridors of the teaching building resounded with the voices of teachers holding microphones to give lectures. It seemed tidy and noisy. Two people came out of the student council president's office, walked in the corridor one after the other, and then went down the stairs at the corner.

Jing Cheng walked in front in silence, Jiang Yuan stared at the back of his head and followed behind, the soft silver-white hair hung obediently on the back of his neck, covering half of it, and a bright part fell outside. The setting sun is covered with a layer of warm yellow and warm red halo, as if made of jade, showing a warm texture.

The art building is located in the most remote location of No. [-] Middle School. There are several tall phoenix trees planted beside the small road leading to this building. At the end of summer, there are cicadas one after another. There is no specialty class in No. [-] Middle School, but the fine arts donated by the Jing family The building is still located in this campus, and it is usually used for open classes or interest classes.

Jing Cheng still remembers that Jing Yuhong asked him angrily in order to settle the trouble he caused: "I will give you money to settle the trouble once, again and again, and when the money doesn't work, I can only give you money." Losing the building! Can't you be more peaceful!"

At that time, he didn't want to give in to Ye Xin at all, especially when he saw her eyes that disgusted him, he didn't want to say anything. He could settle down in front of Jing Yuhong, but he didn't want to be in front of Ye Xin. Feeling more at ease in front of him, he casually said, "Then you donate an art building next time."

Originally, it was just a moment of quick talk, but unexpectedly, Jing Yuhong really donated an art building.

Jiang Yuan followed him into the art building, and went up the stairs to the third floor. At this time, there was no one in the art building, and no one noticed anyone wandering in the corridor. They walked to the last classroom on the third floor and stopped. Cheng took out the campus pass and swiped it on the door lock, then turned around and glanced at Jiang Yuan, his eyes fell on his hand, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yuan into this classroom that Jiang Yuan had never used before. .

Different from other classrooms, the curtains in this classroom are all drawn, and they are thicker than other classrooms. It is very dark, and there are no tables and chairs, so it is very empty.

The light in the classroom is a bit dim, and you can see an easel in the middle of the classroom, watercolor paints thrown randomly on the ground, and a high stool. There is an object similar to a tent near the window. There are only a few things in the entire classroom .

Jing Cheng closed the door of the classroom, and the light became even more dim. He pushed Jiang Yuan to the wall with one hand, and Jiang Yuan followed him, quietly leaning against the wall without moving.

Can't see the other party's eyes in the haze, only the outline of the other party can be discerned, Jing Cheng propped his hands on the wall on one side, stepped on his feet, gave up again, and then said to Jiang Yuan: "This is my territory."

Jiang Yuan curled his lips slightly in the dark, and replied softly: "Yes."

Jing Cheng bit his lower lip, his face felt a little hot, and said, "No one has ever been here except me."

Staring at his outline, Jiang Yuan could hear the slight tension and firmness in his voice, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and continued to respond: "Yes."

Jing Cheng licked his lower lip, and said, "Now we have."

The smile on Jiang Yuan's lips widened. This was his Chengcheng's response to what he said. Before he could speak, the soft lips kissed the corner of his lips, as if he didn't want to kiss him enough. The position of the lips paused for a moment, and then moved to his lips again, only then was he satisfied.

Jing Cheng's ears were burning hot. Even though he knew that Jiang Yuan couldn't see his appearance clearly, he still closed his eyes subconsciously, thinking that he could hide what he was doing in this way. He habitually wanted to hide it, his lips were pressed against his lips, and his heart was beating. Unbalanced, but just touching each other without any substantive movements, Jing Cheng could feel Jiang Yuan's deep breathing at that moment, and a pair of arms had already wrapped around his waist, tightly locking him in his arms, But different from the possessive action, they still maintain the kiss like playing house, Jing Cheng does not move, and Jiang Yuan does not move.

I don't know whose heartbeat was captured first, and then caused a trembling resonance, bang bang—bang bang—, like their tacit drumbeat, and like a beautiful melody that belongs to them alone.

Probably in the next second, or after an unknown amount of time, Jing Cheng cautiously revealed some initiative in this resonance, and was captured by more turbulent waves in just a moment, and was driven and lost in this increasingly exciting in the melody.

Jiang Yuan has been waiting, waiting for Jing Cheng to completely open his heart to welcome him in, waiting for him to truly understand his feelings, waiting for him to be sure that Jiang Yuan is what he wants, and when Jing Cheng said he wanted When taking him to a place, when Jing Cheng closed the classroom door but did not turn on the lights, when Jing Cheng pushed him against the wall, when Jing Cheng responded to his words, Jiang Yuan knew , he was finally completely brought into his territory by this thorny kitten.

This deep kiss was urgent and fierce, at some point the two switched positions, Jiang Yuan trapped him in his arms, with an enthusiasm as if he wanted to tear him apart, just like Jing Cheng's initiative just now. It was like a key that unlocked the cage lock, releasing the beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, making him unable to parry, forced to parry, and willing to parry.

Pa——the light suddenly turned on, Jiang Yuan covered Jing Cheng's eyes for the first time, then squinted himself to adapt to the too dazzling incandescent light, the hands around his shoulders and neck tightened slightly, and the light in his arms The portrait seemed to be a little nervous, Jiang Yuan opened his eyes to look at him, his breathing was stagnant again, he couldn't describe how unbalanced Jing Cheng looks now, it completely crushed any beautiful scenery he had seen before.

"Jiang Yuan?" The young man's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were covered with hands, his cheeks and lips showed a magnificent color at the same time, he called his sweetheart's name suspiciously, but he didn't show any anxiety, as if he only wanted to With this person in front of him, he will be safe no matter what the situation is.

Jiang Yuan slowly let go of his hand, rubbed the tip of Jing Cheng's nose with his nose, and said in a hoarse voice: "My dear Chengcheng, I'm fine, I just accidentally touched the switch."

Jing Cheng leaned his head on Jiang Yuan's hand protecting the back of his head and looked at him through slightly drooping eyelashes, gasped for a few moments, and suddenly said, "Brother Jiang Yuan, you have to take me home."

Jiang Yuan continued with a low smile when he finished speaking, "I wish I could."

A familiar bell rang in the corridor, and it was time for school to end. Jing Cheng looked behind him, the easel standing in the middle of the classroom.

"I've been painting that painting for a long time, but I haven't finished it yet." Jing Cheng put down his hand, then led Jiang Yuan to the edge of the easel. The painting showed a house and a lawn with three people on it. The base is a glaring white, with two adults and a child, and the green lawn in the background has thick traces of smearing, and the white paint covered underneath can be vaguely seen.

This painting doesn't have any art skills, it looks more like a child's random graffiti, even a little abstract, Jing Cheng bent down, picked up a pen, washed it in the bucket, and then squeezed the white paint on the ground. The painting was opened with a brush and slowly covered the original appearance.

"This is a picture of our family going out for a picnic when I was a child. My father married Ye Xin after my mother left. My family fell apart at that time. I have always wanted to put together our original appearance, but I When I was drawing this, I suddenly realized that I almost forgot the specific details of that day, and I couldn’t write at all, and I felt that something was missing no matter how I stood.”

"I thought it was because I didn't learn art and couldn't draw, so I couldn't draw, so I read books, but I didn't have talent, and the things I drew were weird, but later I discovered that it has nothing to do with whether I can draw or not. , because I have long forgotten the events of that day, and gradually forgotten the scene when my parents were still together, and clearly remember their separation, those beautiful, distant things to me are like things in my previous life .”

Jing Cheng completely covered the painting with thick white paint, finished the last stroke, looked at the white everywhere, and said: "Actually, my family has long been unable to spell it out, I know, but I don't believe it, so I will try again." I have never been here before, just treat it as a semi-finished product that I will reassemble one day, as long as it is still here, then I can escape." Jing Cheng threw the pen into the bucket, splashing some milky white water droplets, He smiled and looked up at Jiang Yuan, "I thought at the time that I would definitely come back, and it really is, I still finished this painting."

Jiang Yuan looked at the white, bent down to pick up the pen from the bucket, and said, "Not yet."

Jing Cheng stared at him blankly.

Jiang Yuan picked up the palette and put it in Jing Cheng's hand, then squeezed two kinds of black and red paints on it, then stuffed the pen into Jing Cheng's hand, embraced him from behind and held his hand, first Draw two love hearts in the center with red paint, and then paint a large area with black to cover the background. The white paint that Jing Cheng painted just now is surrounded by an irregular shape, and then Jiang Yuan holds Jing Cheng's hand drew a few lines on it.

The shapes of the two figures were born in front of Jing Cheng, and the surrounding blank space seemed to emanate from them to resist the halo of darkness. They leaned on each other, and the two hearts were tightly together, without facial features, extremely simple, but very warm .

Jiang Yuan led Jing Cheng to throw the pen into the bucket again, resting his chin on his shoulder and said softly, "This is the end."

Jing Cheng couldn't make out his former home, so Jiang Yuan gave him a home.

Jing Cheng looked at the easel, and a small smile gradually appeared in his eyes. Jiang Yuan was always supplementing his sense of security. Even if there were only three single and representative colors, they were the most brilliant colors in his eyes. The physiological reaction that was neglected because of his mood finally came to life at this moment. He felt the urgent hunger, touched his stomach, and acted like a spoiled child to Jiang Yuan with some grievances.

"Brother, I'm so hungry, let's go eat."

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