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The wind in the corridor is more circulated, leaving a slight coolness on the face.

Jing Rong leaned on the railing and watched, his heart was in a mess, and his eyelashes flapped gently like wings.

Being on the same campus, Jing Rong hadn't thought about what it would be like when they met again, but he didn't expect Qu Yu to be so big-hearted and straightforward to propose the idea of ​​getting back together.

It would be a lie to say that he was not surprised, but after the surprise, there was a touch of bitterness and sarcasm.

What on earth does Qu Yu take him for? She plays when she wants to. After being exposed by him, she yells that everything is because she likes him. Now, she looks like she is bound to win and says she wants to pursue him again.

Is he something to pass the time?

It is so casual that people have to turn over and deal with it.

Jing Rong rubbed his temples and closed his eyes with some headaches.

He had once devoted his heart to Qu Yu, and thought about marrying him to grow old and live out the rest of his life in peace, but it didn't mean that he could tolerate the other party's deceit and accept him again after the other party apologized lightly.

——He's not that cheap.

After sorting out his thoughts, he opened his eyes, looked at the scenery outside the window, then took out his mobile phone and bowed his head to type, apologizing to Zhang Yuhan, saying that he couldn't come to the art building for the time being because of something this afternoon.

Zhang Yuhan: [Huh? ]

Zhang Yuhan: [I'm sorry, Jing Rong, I forgot to tell you that I don't need to go this afternoon, the time has been changed to Saturday morning at 08:30]

Jing Rong replied with no expression on his face, put away his phone, turned around and left with his schoolbag in his hand.

Originally, the time in the afternoon was freed up for the meeting, but now it is temporarily canceled. He has nothing to do, and he habitually walked to the study room.

It's just that he came late, the study room was full, and there was no place to stay anymore.

Jing Rong stood at the door, turned and left.

He stopped for a while in the hall on the first floor, looking at the wide road outside, he suddenly hesitated.

—He doesn't know where he should go now.

Jing Rong has always been a person with a good plan. He always knows what he should do and what he wants to do, so he has annual plans, quarterly plans, monthly plans, weekly plans, and daily plans. He seems to be clockwork. Robots live strictly according to the plan, and even if there are occasional unplanned things, they can go around smoothly.

However, this strict way of life has been broken since Qu Yu came.

The other party easily occupied a corner of his personal life, and slowly devoured and invaded other areas until it was fully integrated into his life, so that he could always think of the other party, and even included the other party in his plans.

Qu Yu is like a lively rabbit, trampling around in his life, leaving many traces, no matter how he ignores them, he can't ignore them, he can only deceive himself and others that he has healed.

He thought that after separation, his life would return to the original track, and he would return to his proper position, continuing to wind up his days.

Unfortunately, Qu Yu appeared again.

Jing Rong's temples twitched suddenly, and he suddenly felt upset.

Coincidentally, the phone vibrated and someone called him.

After he connected, Jing Qian invited him to the bar for a drink.

Judging from the tone of the other party, it probably has something to do with that lover, and he is quite depressed.

Jing Rong usually does not drink at all, but today he agreed to the other party for the first time, and took a taxi at the school gate to go to the address sent by the other party.

When he arrived, Jingqian had already drank a lot of wine, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was a little drunk.

Jing Rong ordered some drinks with the bartender, and sat down opposite him.

The bar was opened by a friend of Jingqian, and he often came here for gatherings with friends, and Jing Rong also came here a few times.

This time is not a busy time, and the bar is a little deserted.

Jing Qian sat in a corner booth, shaking a glass of cocktail in his hand, looking a little lonely.

Jing Rong didn't take the initiative to ask him, and replied some messages while waiting for the wine.

Perhaps someone posted about his participation in drama activities this year on the forum, and many people were eager to move, and came to ask him if he wanted to join other drama groups. He didn't like drama, and he just wanted to concentrate on completing a drama, so he decided to All declined.

"It's been a bit cold recently, remember to take care of yourself outside, and add or remove clothes in time." Jing Qian said suddenly.

Jing Rong looked up, slightly surprised, but still nodded: "Understood."

Such words are usually babbled by Xu Bing on the phone, and Jingqian never imagined that he would say such things again.

"He deleted me after sending me this sentence. Tell me, does he love me or does he not love me anymore?"

"..." He knew it.

Jing Rong restrained his emotions, and shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't know."

"I think he still loves me, otherwise he wouldn't have told me to keep an eye on the temperature and remember to add or subtract clothes. It's just that he had some difficulties, so he ran away again." Jingqian raised his head and sipped his cocktail, leaned back, and sighed Take a breath.

Jing Rong was speechless for a while, so he just continued to answer messages with his mobile phone.

"I'm going to find him. I'm going to find him no matter where it is at home, abroad, ancient or modern." Jingqian whispered indistinctly, struggling to get up, but he drank too much alcohol, and most of his strength was exhausted. It took a long time to fall from the sofa to the floor.

Jing Rong didn't care about replying to the news, so he got up and asked him: "It's still ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, what, where do you want to go through time travel?"

"The ends of the earth." Jing Qian pushed his arm, "Don't stop me, I'll go find him right away, he's waiting for me."

Unable to reason with drunks, Jing Rong's head hurt even more, he put his arms around Jing Qian's shoulders, stopped drinking, and planned to take people away.

However, without knowing what he thought of, Jingqian suddenly gained strength and broke free from his shackles: "He's calling me, don't stop me, that's your sister-in-law."

Jing Rong was caught off guard by being pushed away, and leaned back unsteadily, his arm inadvertently swept off the glass, and the shards scratched his shirt.

He subconsciously let out a "hiss" from the pain. Seeing Jingqian rushing out, he didn't care to examine the injury carefully, and hurried forward to pull it.

After finally twisting Jingqian back home, Xu Bing frowned when he saw his brother drinking like this, and dragged him upstairs together.

After everything was dealt with, Xu Bing let out an exclamation, and pulled his arm up to hold him up: "How did this happen?"

Jing Rong looked down, the glass cut through the sleeve of his shirt, leaving a shocking long bloody scar on his skin, and the blood that flowed out has not been cleaned up. At this moment, the whole arm almost turned red, looking a little creepy people.

In a panic, Xu Bing went downstairs to get the first aid kit and came back to clean up and prescribe medicine for him.

Jing Rong couldn't evade it, so he could only obediently follow what the other party said.

When Xu Bing gave him the medicine, he still couldn't help frowning.

The injury should not be particularly deep, but it is very long, about ten centimeters, winding from the lower part of the wrist to the front of the elbow.

His skin was already white, and it seemed that this scar was becoming more and more terrifying, exuding a destructive beauty.

After applying the medicine, Xu Bing helped him wrap the gauze again, and said with displeasure after finishing the treatment: "Your brother has been getting worse lately, and when he sobers up, I have to make him sober. He is such a big man, every day Being played around by a child, what kind of words."

Jing Rong declined to comment.

He had never tasted the pain of love before, but now he understands and understands Jingqian's gaffe. After all, human beings are still human, how could he control his state so perfectly.

But seeing Xu Bing's angry face, it was obvious that he couldn't listen to his persuasion, so he simply kept silent.

After Xu Bing complained, he looked at his arm with distress: "Just stay at home for a few days, it will be troublesome for you to apply medicine and change gauze by yourself."

Jing Rong had no choice but to agree.

There is a change of clothes at home. He is not easy to get wet now. He didn't take a bath that night, but he still felt a little disgusted, so he touched a bottle of perfume and sprayed it a few times before going out the next day.

The perfume smells like jasmine, and the fragrance lasts for a long time. It is a bit strong at first, and it will gradually fade away.

Jing Rong lowered his head and sniffed his collar, only to smell the tangy smell of jasmine, he frowned slightly, he was still a little uncomfortable after all.

There is a public class in the morning, which talks about the history of world drama. The professor's lecture is humorous. Jing Rong likes it very much, and he will not miss every class.

He is used to sitting in the middle and back row, so he has a wider view and will not block short students.

As class time approached, he took out the notes from the previous class and memorized them with his head down, not even looking up when someone sitting next to him sat down.

After a while, the class bell rang, and the professor opened the PPT and began to give lectures.

Jing Rong raised his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a hand hanging beside him, paused for a moment, and landed on the big screen.

It was his right arm that was scratched, and it was inconvenient to write, so he simply took out his mobile phone and took notes on a sticky note, with his elbow slightly propped up, and his forearm avoiding friction with the table.

"What happened to the arm?"

A voice suddenly came from the side.

Jing Rong's typing fingers paused, and his eyes fell on the person next to him. No wonder he felt that hand was familiar, and Qu Yu had already sat beside him at some point.

The other party displayed a notebook and a gel pen in a decent manner, looking like a good student, but nothing was written on the paper, which was obviously just a decoration.

Jing Rong remembered that the other party didn't have this public class in his schedule, so he presumably came to block him on purpose, so he didn't want to talk to Qu Yu any more, and continued typing and taking notes in silence.

He had been holding the phone with his elbows all the time, and his wrist was a little sore. After listening to the class for a while, he took advantage of the gap between the professor's discussion, put it down to rest, and rubbed his wrist gently.

Two sheets of paper were handed over from the side, with detailed notes written on them, with slightly connected strokes, but the handwriting was beautiful.

"Idle is idle, I just jotted it down." The other party said lazily.

Jing Rong didn't answer, and frowned and looked sideways at Qu Yu: "Why did you come to this open class?"

"I haven't seen the senior for [-] hours, and I'm a little worried. It just happened that there was no class, so I just came here." Qu Yu answered frankly, "And everyone in the public class can come to the class, right?"

Jing Rong looked away, turned around, and ignored him.

Anyway, if you can't talk to the other party, it's better to read more notes to gain knowledge.

However, the other party didn't want him to be clean, and he didn't get angry when he saw that he didn't accept the notes, but just continued to push towards him with the back of his hand.

He was a little displeased, and was about to reach out his hand to put aside those two pages of notes that were obtrusive to the eyes, but he heard the other party suddenly say, "You smell like jasmine."

"Are you starting to like Jasmine now?"

Jing Rong paused, as if he heard something behind the strings of the other party.

He didn't deny it or affirm it, he just replied vaguely: "Everyone is subject to change."

After finishing speaking, just as the professor continued to give lectures, he continued to concentrate on typing and taking notes. Fortunately, the other party did not make a sound to disturb his thoughts.

For some reason, the other party didn't take the initiative to disturb him, but he was a little distracted. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glanced to the side, only seeing a touch of orange on the other party's phone screen.

As if aware of his faint glance, Qu Yu raised her hand to block it.

Not long after, on the phone interface, "to be shipped" changed to a number 1 with white characters on an orange background.

The author has something to say: Gougou: I won’t take mine if I change incense (￣ー￣)

Swearing and opening an orange APP.

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Two more~

My eyes are a little sore, I may have to owe another change, rest well and try to work harder tomorrow (Damn, the debt is getting more and more)

感谢在2022-02-2419：38：18～2022-02-2423：15：59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Xiaoyan baby; 1 bottle of a free fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!