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The house leak coincided with the continuous night rain, Ruan Jing originally planned to spend the night at the black Internet cafe where he was resident, but who knew that the Education Bureau has recently cracked down on unlicensed Internet access, and rumors are very tight.

The network manager brother didn't let him in, he just pulled him to the door and explained the situation like a thief. With a serious look on his face, he told Ruan Jing to study hard and make progress every day. Ruan Jing took a can of drink and went back to the Internet cafe in desperation.

The time has come to 10:30, and the street is still full of traffic and bustling.

Ruan Jing stood on the side of the street with his trouser pockets in hand for a while, and finally resigned himself to his fate and walked towards the bus stop. After walking a few steps, he realized that at this point, the exhaust of the last bus could not catch up.

He scattered with the flow of people, and the speeding traffic brought the wind past his ears, and a little calm loneliness slowly appeared in his heart.

It was also at this time, not far from the platform, that he saw the boy in black who had bumped into him again.

In the shadows of the trees, the man leaned on a motorcycle casually, with his slender and straight legs crossed, and was quietly looking across the road.

He remained motionless for an unknown amount of time, as silent as an emotionless sculpture, leaving a handsome silhouette in the mottled light and shadow.

Ruan Jing followed his gaze to look across the street, only seeing a row of closed shops.

He suddenly noticed that on the back of one of the man's hands, red marks from burns spread, apparently not treated in time.

This blush fell in Ruan Jing's eyes, and the guilt that was about to disappear was added again.

He looked around and walked into a pharmacy.

Until many years later, Qin Xijue still clearly remembers the day when his fate track intersected with Ruan Jing's.

That night, he sank into his still world, like falling into the deep sea, the time pointer stopped moving, the cars whizzing by in front of him made no sound, and the people passing by were all afterimages.

That person suddenly leaned in front of him, poked him with his fingertips which were not too warm, but pulled him back to the world suddenly.

After that, day and night began to alternate, and the four seasons continued to reincarnate. Time flies and thousands of stars are shone, covering the bumpy road, and every bit of warmth and brilliance hides him.

However, Ruan Jing's memory of this first meeting was not so good - he was really like a dog skin plaster on the street.

When the boy in black looked suspiciously at the plaster in his hand, he almost acted out of the atmosphere, boasting about the healing effect of this panacea, but he still had the rationality to pretend to be dead Thoughts stifled.

Ruan Jing pointed to his scalded hand: "I was the one who bumped into you just now, do you still remember that I accidentally spilled coffee on your hand..."

The boy's eyes were calm and distant, and he didn't seem to realize that it was true until he finished listening.

Ruan Jing bit the bullet and presented the elixir: "I'm very sorry brother, but if you don't deal with it with your hands, the situation will become serious..."

The boy straightened up slowly, his dark eyes were stained with a little bit of starlight because of his slight surprise, although it was faint, it dispelled the lifelessness of the pool: "...Thank you."

The movement of the boy standing up made the outline appear from the shadow of the tree, and Ruan Jing realized that he should be about the same age as himself, and he looks pretty good-looking, but as the same sex, he didn't have the heart to appreciate the appearance of another boy.

What caught the eye was the black armband pinned to the boy's arm, on which the white word "filial piety" was particularly eye-catching.

Ruan Jing was taken aback for a moment, he knew the reason why the other party was out of his mind.

A lifeless silence surrounds this person, as if to isolate the world and warn strangers not to enter.

The ointment he took was also held in his hand, obviously not intended to be used, until he realized that Ruan Jing had been staring at him, seemingly silently urging him to apply the ointment, so he had to remove the ointment and apply it.

Ruan Jing looked at the side for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Brother."

Boy: "What?"

Ruan Jing was helpless: "I painted it with the wrong hand."

Boy: "..."

Just about to change hands, the ointment lost its grip and fell to the ground.

The other party was out of his mind, Ruan Jing was a little worried, he picked up the ointment: "Let me do it."

The warm finger dipped in the cool ointment fell down, and the boy frowned slightly, as if he felt that piece of skin was hot and slightly painful.

He looked at the boy beside him who ran over out of nowhere, and realized that he was talking to someone for the first time in so many days.

After all, the two boys were holding hands, which hindered their admiration. Ruan Jing returned the ointment to him after wiping it off: "Remember to apply the ointment when it dries, and keep applying it."

The boy nodded and thanked him again.

Ruan Jing originally came to apologize, but he didn't expect the other party's attitude to be too good. Not only was he not held accountable, but he was also treated like an enthusiastic red scarf, which made him flattered a little bit.

Ruan Jing was also embarrassed to chat with the other party, and the other party would not want to chat now, so he bid farewell to the boy and left.

However, after walking a few steps, he turned around and came back.

Ruan Jing went out impulsively, walking far away, with only one mobile phone left on his body, now that the bus is gone, the last money has been used to fill his stomach, and he has no money to take a taxi, so he had to bite the bullet and pin his hopes on On the boy in black: "Brother, did you pass by Jiayuan Community, can I give you a ride?"

The black-clothed boy nodded without hesitation, "Get in the car."

Ruan Jing happily climbed onto the boy's favorite bike with hands and feet, and couldn't help but take a picture of the cool motorcycle with smooth lines. The boy put on his helmet and looked back at him: "There are no more helmets, here is a Jiayuan is not far away, I will ride slowly, you sit still."

Ruan Jing complied.

And the next moment, he realized that the so-called "slow down" didn't slow down much.

The speed of the boy's car was fast and steady, the scenery on the street quickly reversed into a fleeting image, the wind whistled past his ears, and the depression in his heart gradually turned into agitation.

Ruan Jing looked up and faced the wind as he walked through the street, and the street lights turned into starlight behind him.

He finally understands why some people always love racing when they have nothing to do. Leaving aside the rebellious thoughts of the second child, this moment is indeed short but also long.

The car stopped at the gate of the community, Ruan Jing wore hair blown into a chicken coop, and the wind in his ears seemed to have not disappeared: "Thank you, brother, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Ruan Jing."

The boy hugged the helmet and nodded, with the same expression as before, without showing any impatience: "Qin Xijue."

Ruan Jing was taken aback when he heard the words, and suddenly leaned over to stare at the person, hesitating for a moment, until the blurred eyebrows in his unclear memory matched the one in front of him, and he matched the person in front of him with the one in his long-term memory, he was surprised : "...Squad leader?"

Qin Xijue was taken aback by the unfamiliar and distant address. He traced his memory back and groped through it one by one, only to remember that in elementary school, he had indeed been the class monitor for two years before he moved to another school.

His sizing eyes fell on Ruan Jing's face, and he frowned slightly thinking: "... Ruan Jing."

After a while, Ruan Jing silently announced that there was no result in Ruan Jing's expectant eyes.

Ruan Jing smiled indifferently: "You must not remember me, I have been sitting in the corner of the last row."

Qin Xijue pondered for a moment, then remembered, and smiled slightly: "Who do you like to draw?"

At that time, as the class monitor, he sat in the first row, far away from Ruan Jing in the corner. He remembered the most noisy brat in the class, and remembered the good student who studied best. The students who come in and out quietly and regularly through the back door every day will naturally not be too impressed.

When the person in front of him smiled, Ruan Jing was stunned.In fact, Qin Xijue is not a deliberately cold person, but the recent encounters have made him sink into depression. At this moment, he smiled suddenly, like ice and snow, and there was a faint moonlight in his eyes.

Although he is no longer the gentle and enthusiastic monitor in elementary school, he is still like a gentle moonlight spreading in the palm of his hand in the dark night, rare and precious.

Seeing that he still remembered, Ruan Jing was also a little happy, and wanted to catch up on the old days, when Qin Xijue's cell phone rang suddenly.

Qin Xijue looked down at the screen, the expression on his face that had just eased became tense again, he frowned slightly, hung up and stuffed it into his bag.

Ruan Jing said with interest: "Squad leader, it's getting late, you should go back quickly, thank you for sending me back."

Qin Xijue nodded and put on his helmet: "Let's go."

Ruan Jing shouted from behind: "Remember to apply the medicine."

Qin Xijue waved his hand, the motorcycle headlights took him through the darkness, and was surrounded by the darkness, leaving a world of silence.

Ruan Jing stood at the gate for a moment before resigning himself to entering the community.

When he came downstairs to his house, most of the lights in this building had been extinguished, including the window he was familiar with, except for the small military division's house downstairs.

Only then did he remember that he ran out in a fit of anger without even bringing the keys, and he didn't want to go up and knock on the door, so he squatted down by the flower bed.

He flipped through the chat records of friends in the small group making jokes, and couldn't help laughing at these fools.Fingers came across a string of words on the keyboard, thought about it and deleted it.

He turned off his phone and sighed. He really couldn't save himself from running away from home to join his friends.

After squatting for more than ten minutes, the voice-activated lights in the corridor suddenly turned on, and the elevator was slowly descending. Ruan Jing thought slightly, waiting for someone to show up with no expression on his face.

The door on the first floor was pushed open, and it was the young military division's mother.

Ruan Jing didn't let go of his heart, and it didn't seem like he was in vain, but he was a little self-deprecating.

Aunt Yang came over hurriedly: "Xiaojing, why don't you go up?" After she finished speaking, she reacted, looked at the dark window, and immediately understood, "Your mother probably thought you had brought the key and went to bed. Come and stay at my house for one night."

The situation of Ruan Jing's family has long been spread by gossiping old ladies in the community.Aunt Yang watched him grow up, and also regarded him as her junior, so she just ran down when she saw the boy squatting alone by the flower bed by the window.

Ruan Jing smiled with difficulty: "This is too intrusive, Aunt Yang, I'll just go up and knock on the door." It's enough for their family to close the door and lose face. He also doesn't want to trouble others.

Aunt Yang was not happy when she heard the words: "What are you talking about, brat? You're so obedient, let's go with Auntie." After speaking, she couldn't help but dragged him upstairs.

After entering the room, the little military division was holding a cup and drinking milk, when he saw Ruan Jing, he smiled happily with a white mark on his upper lip.

His father touched his hairy head, handed Ruan Jing another cup of freshly warmed milk, and went to make their beds.

At night, Ruan Jing and the little military division slept on the same bed.

He was lying on an unfamiliar bed staring at the ceiling. It was his own bedroom a long time ago, and now he was sleeping with a little bastard who occupied the magpie's nest.

In fact, when I figured out that I really couldn't fit into the family, I didn't feel too sad.

It's just that what happened today made him realize clearly that he doesn't seem to have anyone who is unique, who only treats him well and belongs only to him.

Then he felt that thinking like this was a bit of a bitch, and he laughed at himself.

Turning over, the little military division was looking at him.

"..." Ruan Jing blinked at him, and asked softly, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

The little military division looked at him cautiously, as if he wanted to speak but dared not.

He was a little funny, so he looked so miserable?Let such a big kid want to comfort himself.

The little military adviser muttered for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to speak out: "Brother Jing, why don't we play another game?"

Ruan Jing: "..."

As expected, the dog-headed military division only had games in his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Ruan Jing opened his eyes at 06:30, and the little military division was still sleeping on his back.

He gently got out of bed and went out of the house. The little military division's parents had already prepared breakfast and were ready to go to work.

Seeing Ruan Jing coming out, Aunt Yang walked up to him after thinking about it and said softly to him: "Xiao Jing, I sent a text message to your mother last night, so she doesn't have to worry, and she can rest assured after going home later. .”

Ruan Jing was silent for a moment, then agreed.

After breakfast and packing up, Ruan Jing pushed the door open to leave the little military division's house, but unexpectedly saw Lin Rong waiting by the door as soon as he opened the door, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting, and when he saw him, he was overjoyed and hurried over Holding him tightly, his eyes were full of worry: "Xiaojing, why...why didn't you answer the phone or go home all night?"

Ruan Jing looked at Lin Rong's dark circles and haggard look because of not sleeping well all night, he suddenly remembered the black armband on Qin Xijue's arm, and for some reason, he felt soreness welling up in his heart.

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Rong softened her voice: "Mom knows everything... Your house has been cleaned up, go home with Mom, Mom made breakfast."

He didn't wait for the bitterness to make waves, and nodded as if nothing had happened: "I just didn't bring the key. I'm such an old man, what will happen."

Lin Rong responded and hurriedly followed.

The ferocity of Ruan Jing tearing up the book that night left a deep shadow on Zhao Jie, and the Zhao family father and son and Ruan Jing returned to a balance of ignorance of each other. .

Ruan Jing also continued to go out early to paint and not return home until evening.

Ruan Jing, as an art student, thinks that the requirements for grades are not as high as ordinary students. In his opinion, it is very good to be able to draw all the time, no matter which school he is admitted to.

But Lin Rong knew that if she wanted to be admitted to a good school, she couldn't just mess around like him all day long. Her son's indifferent attitude made her quite anxious, and the report card from last semester made her worry about a vacation. Not long after, Lin Rong announced Ruan Jing's death sentence - and found him an after-school tutoring.

As soon as Ruan Jing heard it, he had a headache and declined, what is the tutoring, isn't this the end of the crane?

But Lin Rong, who was always talkative, could not be disobeyed in this matter. Ruan Jing understood that no matter what kind of personality the parents had, they were all the same when it came to putting their children on the head to learn.

When Ruan Jing and his buddy Lin Bai complained, they were sitting in a hot pot restaurant in the evening, immersed in the heat.

Lin Bai concentrated on rinsing the hairy belly, and still looked at him in surprise: "Then you really plan to follow?"

Ruan Jing also thought of many ways to avoid rejection, but when the exam started, the unchanged or even abnormal performance would definitely make him be educated again.

Although Lin Rong has a weak personality, she is very concerned about his studies, and Ruan Jing is also very worried: "Otherwise, what else can I do? Have you sought counseling, and how is the effect?"

Lin Bai rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "You don't know my attitude towards learning?"

Lin Bai’s young master’s family is well-off. He grew up under the pampering of his elders. His biggest vice is playing games all night. As long as he grows up healthy.

Ruan Jing also felt that he was making fun of himself by asking a question.

Lin Bai ate and ate, glanced at the person, and tried: "Hey, how are you getting along with your family recently?"

Ruan Jing didn't raise his head: "The figure you gave me is an honorable sacrifice."

After returning home that night, he found that the dismembered villain had been glued together carefully with superglue. Although he patiently put together the complex limbs bit by bit, the new shape made Ruan Jing unable to remember what it was like before. It's like going back to the furnace and rebuilding, completely reborn.

Lin Bai sighed: "Forget it, if it breaks, let it break, brother will buy you another one..." As he spoke, he fell into worry in silence, thinking of something, and looked at Ruan Jing with loving eyes.

Ruan Jing was furious at the sight of him, annoyed and funny: "Don't make up stories in your head, that brat secretly took it for fun."

Lin Bai and Ruan Jing are friends who have known each other since junior high school, and they are well aware of the mess in his family. Seeing Ruan Jing's indifferent expression at this time, they thought that the war that had lasted for many years had subsided, so they happily He cooked the mutton, and even cooked a piece for Ruan Jing.

Ruan Jing stretched out his hand to squeeze the carefree young man's head like a dog. Seeing him blowing his beard and staring again, he couldn't help laughing.

How stupid this kid is.

Ruan Jing went out early and returned late, and his holiday life with drawing board games lasted until half a month before the start of school, when he suddenly remembered the matter of being forced to tutor him.

Lin Rong gave him the contact information of the counselor and forced him to make an appointment with the other party.

Ruan Jing seemed to feel the pain in advance of a young man who was devoted to his career being forced to go on a blind date: "Mom, he and I won't be suitable. This kind of thing can't be forced. It depends on fate and timing!"

Lin Rong was unmoved at all, and followed the example of kindness: "Only when we get along will we know if we are compatible. Young people just need to seize the opportunity."

Ruan Jing: "..."

What TV shows does my mother watch on weekdays?

Ruan Jing procrastinated for a long time before adding the person's contact information. The other party's simple avatar and forgettable nickname made Ruan Jing doubt the person's academic and professional reliability.

The two chatted briefly, and then made an appointment for an interview.

Ruan Jing never expected that he would see Qin Xijue again in this way.

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