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The old lady was taken to another city, and Qin Xijue's house returned to the quiet and open space before, and Ruan Jing was not used to it every time he came here.

But the art exam is approaching, and he is not allowed to be distracted in the remaining free time.

The workload in the third year of senior high school is getting tighter. Many students will go back to school to study spontaneously on Saturdays in order not to lose their learning status.

Time is precious, and Qin Xijue also knows the importance, quit his job in the bar, and moved into the school dormitory.

The two still got together briefly on Sunday, and they were busy with their own affairs.

Ruan Jing has been a little uneasy recently, maybe he has become sensitive during his busy schedule, he always feels that the atmosphere at home is a bit strange.

Zhao Jie remained unchanged all day long, but whenever Lin Rong and Zhao Bin faced him, there would be something wrong with not wanting to say more than they had finished talking.

Such a delicate atmosphere made him suspicious.

One week before the art exam, he came home from the studio.

After entering the door, the house was rarely quiet - Lin Rong was not at home, and it seemed that even the temperature of the indoor air had dropped a little.

He passed the living room and saw Zhao Bin sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he didn't read the newspaper or turn on the TV. Seeing Ruan Jing coming back, he looked up at him.

Ruan Jing paused, and he immediately realized that the other party had something to say to him.

Ruan Jing and Zhao Bin hardly spoke, and even if their relationship had eased recently, they would not take the initiative to approach each other.

Firstly, it comes from a long-standing habit, and it would be strange to change suddenly.Secondly, Ruan Jing is also busy, so he spends little time at home, and there are only a handful of times when he can meet, let alone communicate with each other.

But Zhao Bin took the initiative to wait to talk to him at this time, there must be something important.

Ruan Jing vaguely guessed in his heart that it should have something to do with the recent atmosphere at home.

He calmly went to get a glass of water, sat on the sofa and waited for the other party to speak.

Zhao Bin straightened up in his line of sight, sitting upright, with a solemn face, as if he was thinking about how to speak, but finally made a sound.

"Your mother went to the hospital for an examination a few days ago, and the old stomach problem has become more serious."

Ruan Jing's heart sank suddenly, he didn't expect this to happen.

Lin Rong's stomach problem is an old problem, since Ruan Jing can remember, it has not been completely cured intermittently.

He couldn't help frowning, and his tone was a little eager: "To what extent... Where is she?"

"I went to the hospital for a re-examination this afternoon," Zhao Bin pushed his glasses. "The result of the last examination was not very good. If the result is still the same this time, further examination may be needed."

Ruan Jing listened carefully to every word, his hands on his knees involuntarily clenched, and his heart sank.

It turns out that the recent atmosphere at home is because of this, why didn't Lin Rong tell her...

Lin Rong's stomach trouble this time must be different from the occasional episodes before, otherwise she wouldn't have deliberately kept it from him, Zhao Bin is still waiting for him to come back and tell her.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Zhao Bin eased the seriousness in his tone: "She was afraid of affecting your exam, so she asked me to hide it from you. But from your point of view, if you find out in the future, you may not think we are so Do it for your own good."

Ruan Jing's hands and feet were cold for a while in the living room where the afterglow of the sun was pouring. He knew that Zhao Bin's approach was correct. If he found out about it later, he would sink into self-blame and regret for a long time.

He calmed down, and asked Zhao Bin about the situation carefully.

A month ago, Lin Rong had frequent stomach problems again. She didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was an old problem caused by irregular work and rest.Later, it became more and more serious. Zhao Bin felt that something was wrong and took him to the hospital by force.

Unexpectedly, after such an examination, it was found that the condition had worsened, and the normal hearts of the two of them were also cast a shadow.

The doctor prescribed medicine and asked to rest for a month before going for a re-examination. If the results are the same, further examinations are needed.

It means that the risk has not been ruled out, and a new fork in the unknown has emerged.

But no one knows where the fork leads, and whether they will step into the result that everyone fears.

The two people in the room fell silent for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the door lock rang, and Lin Rong came back.

She turned on the light, and saw the two old men standing in the living room at a glance, she was puzzled: "Why don't you turn on the light, what are you doing in the dark?"

The two stared at her silently. As if she finally realized something, her expression darkened immediately, and she glared at Zhao Bin: "What's going on, didn't we agree at the beginning?"

Zhao Bin looked away without saying a word, making up his mind not to answer.

Under Ruan Jing's gaze, Lin Rong gradually lost her temper.

Ruan Jing lost his smile in a rare way, and stepped forward: "Give me the test results."

Lin Rong waved her hands helplessly: "Why are you so serious, it's an old problem, it will pass after a while..."

Ruan Jing didn't back down at all: "Check list."

Seeing that Lin Rong couldn't escape, she took out the laboratory test form, and Ruan Jing tried her best to maintain her composure, and took it

The conclusion on the test sheet is still the same as last time.

The doctor suggested further examination.

Ruan Jing stared at those red numbers for a long time.

Until Lin Rong couldn't take it anymore, she pulled the list back, and couldn't help it: "Hey, let me tell you, don't you have such an unlucky expression, please, it's just multiple inspections, what a big deal..."

Zhao Bin also came over, glanced at Ruan Jing's expression, and immediately switched sides: "The test results haven't come out yet, don't worry, it will be fine."

Ruan Jing could only sigh helplessly in his heart, but did not let go of his frowning brows.

There is no other way.

During this week, Lin Rong commuted to and from get off work as usual, ate well and slept soundly, her complexion and energy were good, which made Ruan Jing relax a lot.

He also checked on the Internet, and the checks for this type of stomach disease are relatively common, and only a small number of major problems are found. He felt relieved and immersed himself in the exam preparation.

The art test came as scheduled.

The art entrance exam lasts for one day, with sketching and modeling basics in the morning, and color basics in the afternoon.

Ruan Jing has come a long way in painting and spent a lot of time learning and improving. During the training period alone, he can be said to have forgotten to eat and sleep.

At this time, the result test is approaching, and my heart is surprisingly calm.

After today, his painting career will not end, so no matter what the result is, he only regards today as an important time node.

He walked slowly towards the examination room along with a group of art candidates.

Glancing at the leaden gray sky, I feel that this important moment is no different from any other day in the studio.

This day was long and short, and all his thoughts were only on the drawing paper in front of him.

Until the end of the last exam, he quietly glanced at the completed work as usual, with a gentle smile in his eyes, then turned and left the exam room.

During the countless nights in the training dormitory where he was tortured so much that he couldn't hold on, he looked forward to the coming of relief more than once.

He walked through the rows of drawing boards, but the relief and comfort did not come for a long time, and even a little bit of reluctance slowed down his pace.

The entire sky was mottled with lead gray, the dark clouds were very low, the surrounding light was dim, and the wind and rain were about to come.

It wasn't until he left the examination room and saw Qin Xijue waiting there that he slowly exhaled the breath that had been held in his chest for a long time.

That person stood in the dark sky, in his eyes it was like a light that could be found at a glance.

The two walked back to the community on foot slowly, chatted about exam-related topics and some recent chores, and Ruan Jing's good mood finally came belatedly.

Walking into the uninhabited alley near the neighborhood, he remembered that the last time he passed by here, the two of them had snatched the little military division back from the hands of human traffickers, so he couldn't help but tease him a few words.

There was no one around, so they naturally held hands.

Although it is said that Ruan Jing's painting career will not be determined by today, and he will continue to work hard in the future, it does not prevent him from making short-term leisure plans: "Finally, I don't have to wake up early, and I don't have to eat in the studio... and then draw Favorite thing, hey, I haven't tried that drawing board yet."

Qin Xijue listened with a slight smile, and the teacher's attributes engraved in his DNA were awakened in due course: "It's not over yet—you must make up for those cultural lessons you missed, and the materials and notes have been sorted out for you."

Ruan Jing let out a wail when he heard the words.

The two said goodbye at the gate of the community, and Qin Xijue had to go back to school.

Ruan Jing had just finished his art exam and had two days to rest.

He stretched himself in the elevator, and came after he was exhausted, thinking that he would go back to sleep without drawing in his dreams.

But I have to eat my fill first, I don't know what dish Lin Rong cooked today, and I'm looking forward to it.

After entering the house, he raised his voice cheerfully: "I'm back~"

There was movement in the living room, but no one responded to him.

Ruan Jing was a little strange, turned around the entrance, and saw Lin Rong sitting on the sofa, staring at the glass of water on the table without saying a word.

Zhao Bin glanced at him, feeling a bit embarrassed, wanted to say something, then looked at Lin Rong, and finally chose to shut up.

Ruan Jing slowly suspended his heart under the strange atmosphere, his heart skipped a beat, he had a guess, and immediately asked Lin Rong, "Did you go for a reexamination today? What's the result?"

Lin Rong remained silent, and her face became more and more ugly.

Ruan Jing panicked, and the good mood before entering the door disappeared instantly: "Give me the test sheet."

Lin Rong suddenly raised her head and looked at Ruan Jing, the look in her eyes made him startled and froze - there was deep confusion, pain, and disappointment in it.

Lin Rong's voice was rough as if she was rubbing her throat: "When did you and...Qin Xijue start?"

Ruan Jing's pupils shrank, and suddenly he fell into an ice cellar, and all the sounds in his ears instantly disappeared.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, his throat was dry, and he put his trembling fingertips back behind him, forcing himself to find his voice: "...what are you talking about?"

Lin Rong stood up abruptly, her voice was in vain and sharp: "You...you..."

When she came back this afternoon, she bought her son's favorite dishes from the supermarket to celebrate the end of the art exam.

Unexpectedly, seeing Ruan Jing's figure not far from the community, he couldn't help following up and wanting to go home together, but unexpectedly saw an unbelievable scene...

She had already forgotten how she got back all the way, and the insulting words that mentioned this kind of thing kept reappearing in her mind... At this moment, she really couldn't think of how to scold her, so that her son could understand her shock and disappointment, and she couldn't help feeling angry Eyes were red, "Are you still my son?"

These words were like sharp swords and iron claws, scratching Ruan Jing's heart to a bloody mess.

He expected how disappointed his family members would be when they found out, but he didn't expect the lethality of this sentence to be so great.

The boulder on Ruan Jing's chest became heavier and heavier, and he took a deep breath to feel the thin air.

He lowered his eyes and his voice trembled: "I'm sorry, Mom, but I don't regret making this decision."

Lin Rong was completely irritated by this sentence, and her reason collapsed in an instant. She said out of control, "You don't regret it? Then have you considered your family, what will others think of you, and what will you do in the future? I should regret raising you again. So many years?"

Zhao Bin couldn't help frowning and stood up: "Xiao Rong, we agreed to talk well..."

Ruan Jing's vision was blurred, and he gritted his teeth amidst the pressing questions one after another, trembling uncontrollably.

He dug his nails deeply into the palm of his hand and looked up at Lin Rong: "I know I didn't meet your expectations, but we didn't let anyone down."

They have accompanied each other to the present, and he has become better because of each other's company and encouragement.

Lin Rong was in tears, Ruan Jing was stabbed by the deepening disappointment and heartache, but he did not avoid his eyes.

Perhaps the seriousness in Ruan Jing's eyes also hurt Lin Rong, she turned to look for the phone without looking away, "Call Qin Xijue over here!"

Ruan Jing's heart sank suddenly, and he took the phone away first: "Mom! Tell me what you want..."

Lin Rong couldn't help but rushed to snatch the phone, but she couldn't get it, and emotionally tore Ruan Jing's clothes randomly.

Zhao Bin hurriedly got up and came over to pull people, but he didn't have time—Ruan Jing didn't fight back. Lin Rong pushed him back violently, and his back footsteps hit the chair. superior.

A burst of severe pain spread, causing his face to turn pale suddenly.

"Ruan Jing!" Zhao Bin rushed over to help him up.

Lin Rong also froze.

Ruan Jing struggled to stand up in the unbearable pain, and looked at Lin Rong sadly, his voice could no longer be sustained, it was full of tremors, and the ending was even hoarse.

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I mean it."

After speaking, he stopped looking at Lin Rong's expression, turned around and left the house.

Ruan Jing ran downstairs impulsively, only to realize that he didn't bring out his mobile phone or wallet.

It was already dark outside the window of the corridor, and the pouring rain was pouring down.

The sound of the rain is noisy, like thousands of troops galloping.

He leaned against the wall in the dark and breathed for a long time. It was as if a hand was clenched on his heart, and he kept tightening it. The pain was dull and it was difficult to breathe.

after an hour.

Ruan Jing was drenched, standing in front of the boys' dormitory of No. [-] Middle School.

The lights in the dormitory building have been turned off, and there are still people talking and laughing behind the doors of each dormitory, and there are also occasional glimmers of light.

The corridor was silent amidst the howling wind and rain. He walked to the door of a dormitory and stood there for an unknown amount of time. The cold rain soaked his clothes heavy and stiff, and left a pool of water stains under his feet.

He was like a homeless wandering soul in the middle of the night, dazed and lonely.

Ruan Jing knocked on the door.

The noise in the dormitory subsided in a second, and they entered a state of guard against the dormitory supervisor.

He knocked again.

The people inside finally realized that something was wrong, the door opened slowly, Ruan Jing shivered in the sudden draft, looked up and saw Qin Xijue who came to open the door.

Qin Xijue's hand on the door froze.

He was taken into the dormitory by Lima, and the warm air in the dormitory brought him back to his senses slowly.

Qin Xijue frowned, looked at him with eyes full of surprise and worry, pulled his wrist and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Ruan Jing didn't look up at him: "...I didn't bring the key, I forgot that there is no one at home tonight."

Qin Xijue stared at him silently for a few seconds, said nothing, took his own towel, wiped the water stains on his face before handing it to him, and opened the closet to find clothes.

"Go take a bath and come out to take cold medicine."

Ruan Jing took the clothes in silence.

When Sun Qi heard the movement, he poked his head down from the upper bunk: "Oh, brother Jing, why are you so drenched? Come and sleep with me tonight, brother take you in!"

Ruan Jing glanced at him, took off his wet coat outside the bathroom door, and went in with Qin Xijue's bathing utensils.

Sun Qi rubbed his head, he didn't see Ruan Jing's expression clearly, but somehow felt that something was wrong with him tonight.

Is it a cold?

Qin Xijue picked up Ruan Jing's wet clothes outside the bathroom door, found a hanger to hang them up, and casually searched his pockets, and found a hard object—the house key.

He paused and silently looked towards the bathroom in the darkness.

Ruan Jing slowly regained consciousness in the hot water, but the scolding didn't seem to be washed away by the rain, but remained in his ears and engraved in his mind.

He came out of the bathroom, his wet clothes had been hung up.

The others were doing their own thing on the bed, Qin Xijue was making the bed, and there was a small night light beside the pillow, illuminating his side face.

He dried his hair, walked over, took the medicine Qin Xijue handed over, and drank another full cup of hot water.

Qin Xijue sat on the bed and turned off the night light. The light in the dormitory was dim and messy, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he said, "Are you sleeping?"

Ruan Jing responded, climbed onto the bed, and lay down against the wall.

Fortunately, the boarding students are used to hanging up thick mosquito nets in order to turn on the lights in the morning and evening without affecting their roommates. When the lights are turned off at this time, there is no light in the tents, and the situation inside can hardly be seen from the outside.

It was a little crowded for the two boys to sleep on the bed in the dormitory, Qin Xijue put down the mosquito net, turned over, and took Ruan Jing into his arms, which was just right.

Ruan Jing hugged Qin Xijue's warm body, and slowly took a breath.

He walked all night in the rain, and the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow was slowly dispelled at this moment.

Qin Xijue raised his hand to stroke his hair, as if checking whether the moisture had been completely dried.

Looking at the blurred outline in front of him in the darkness, Ruan Jing grabbed Qin Xijue's hand and gently rubbed it against his cheek.

Before Qin Xijue could open his mouth, he followed the warm breath and gently pressed the softness.

Qin Xijue was stunned for a few seconds, and responded by hugging the person in his arms tightly.

The room was full of noise, and I didn't know that there was a quiet and tender kiss in a certain mosquito net.

Ruan Jing was eager to absorb the warmth, but the mosquito net was too cramped, the bed was too narrow, and the touch of lips and teeth was kept secret, so he was forced to keep quiet.

The eagerness brought out by Ruan Jing occupies the main rhythm, and every contact is slow and profound.

He seems to be confirming every second that this person is his, and all the hot breath and heartbeat that are close to him are his.

Outside a piece of cloth curtain, several boys chattered intermittently.

The chill from the previous rain seemed to seep into Ruan Jing's bone marrow, and the temperature of a hot bath only fell to the surface, and now it has not been relieved.

Qin Xijue touched the cold skin, and rubbed it with his palm to warm it up.

Accidentally bumping into that large bruise, Ruan Jing suddenly took a painful breath.

Qin Xijue paused, and the charming curtain faded a little, he frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

What he heard seemed to be a muffled groan in pain, so he wanted to check again.

Ruan Jing hurriedly grabbed his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it, chuckled a few times, playing a hooligan very skillfully.

"Baby, don't touch it... This is in the dormitory."

Seeing that Qin Xijue had no choice but to withdraw his hand, he must have dispelled his doubts.

Outside the mosquito net, a few boys started to form a team to play games. It was full of enthusiasm, and there was no sign of sleep.

The two were silent for a few seconds, Qin Xijue put his arms around him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you tonight?"

Ruan Jing played with the other party's hair silently: "I just miss you."

Lin Rong didn't have any idea what to do after knowing this matter, but at least she couldn't let her find Qin Xijue.

After the old lady left, Qin Xijue was the only one left, and he would never abandon this person no matter what.

What's more, how can I be willing to love him so much.

As for what to do after tonight, I have to think again.

But at this moment, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and tiredness was coming, he no longer forced to think, he just wanted to have a good sleep next to Qin Xijue's temperature.

Qin Xijue didn't ask any further questions, but silently clenched his hand.

He hugged the person into his arms, and pressed his feet against those cold feet, slowly passing the warmth over.

Ruan Jing leaned on the familiar chest, surrounded by a reassuring and comfortable atmosphere, and the uneasiness and sadness gradually subsided.

Drowsiness hit, and he slowly fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Ruan Jing was woken up by the movement around him. It was people from the dormitory who were going to run in the morning, and they were complaining vaguely.

Qin Xijue leaned over and patted his head, telling him to continue sleeping.

Ruan Jing rolled up the warm quilt with the warmth of the two of them, and watched Qin Xijue sleepily enter the bathroom.

In the next second, the sleepiness in his eyes suddenly became clearer, he took Qin Xijue's cell phone by the bed, and blocked Lin Rong.