he is a transparent person

Autumn is coming as expected, and the sky is getting cooler at the end of November.

Xie Zhijin and Li Wei are on duty today. Apart from them, there are several ministers from other departments in the office, chatting happily.

Someone mentioned He Ming and said, "A few days ago, I saw him in the Qing bar on Longhua Road. He was with a white and clean secretary in your department. What's his name?"

Xie Zhijin frowned slightly.

The next second, Li Wei replied loudly, "You are talking about Jiang Yao, I told you, Zhijin's high school classmate."

The speaker made two oohs, stuffed the materials into the bookcase, and threw the question to Xie Zhijin, "Zhijin, that classmate of yours has a good relationship with He Ming, I have met them several times."

Xie Zhijin said lightly, "Really?"

"Haha, you told Zhijin that gossip is about playing the piano with cows. He is not interested at all. Why don't you ask their minister?" Li Wei looked very excited when talking about this. "If I'm not wrong, the two of them have something to do."

Xie Zhijin sat quietly, not getting involved in their conversation, but the work in hand stopped.

"Every time they go on a mission, the two of them form a team. They do everything together, like conjoined twins. I can't bear to take them apart."

"It's pretty good, it's digested internally, and the fat and water don't flow out to outsiders."

"Zhijin, didn't Jiang Yao mention it to you? I think he and He Ming are a good match..."

Xie Zhijin interrupted him, "Is the document I gave you last time still there?"

"Which file?"

Xie Zhijin didn't pick up any more, he didn't even pack his things, he stood up and said he had to leave first.

Li Wei was confused, "What's the rush?"

Xie Zhijin coldly tossed him two words, "Private matters."

—

Jiang Yao was in class when he received the call from Xie Zhijin.

The old professor was citing the classics passionately on the podium, and he was talking about the most critical knowledge. He liked the professor's class very much and listened to it with great interest. His mobile phone kept vibrating. He hesitated a little and didn't answer it.

Instead, Jiang Yao texted Xie Zhijin, "I'm in class."

"Come over at night."

Xie Zhijin seldom let him go on weekdays, Jiang Yao couldn't help being very curious, but still happily agreed.

Recently, the time he met with Xie Zhijin has been greatly reduced. For some reason, he always feels that Xie Zhijin's attitude is much colder than before when he sees him.

Especially after he had a conversation with Han Qing that day, he went to find Xie Zhijin the next night, and they went to bed, Xie Zhijin pressed him into the quilt without saying a word, and teased him very hard as if venting his anger.

Jiang Yao has always been frank in this kind of matter, feeling pain and comfort, holding Xie Zhijin softly like a lamb and crying softly, at the end Xie Zhijin touched his wet body and asked him, "Do you mind Han Qing chasing me? "

Jiang Yao was in a daze, but still remembered that Xie Zhijin was tired of him always worrying about Han Qing, even though he felt wronged, he still lied and gave the same answer, "I don't mind."

He thought Xie Zhijin would be happy, but Xie Zhijin just opened his legs and said in a hoarse voice, "Come again."

No matter how you look at it, you are not satisfied with his answer.

Jiang Yao couldn't figure out Xie Zhijin more and more——Xie Zhijin didn't want him to talk about Han Qing, so he stopped mentioning Han Qing. Xie Zhijin wanted an open relationship, so he carefully hid his love and only slept with him. But he has already acted according to Xie Zhijin's idea, why is it still counterproductive?

After so many years, Jiang Yao was a little tired of guessing, so he stopped guessing altogether, immersed in the ups and downs of lust, and put all confusion behind him.

The old professor is still chattering about the class.

Jiang Yao found it difficult to concentrate on listening to the lecture, and his thoughts drifted away.

A few days ago, He Ming took him to Qing Bar, it was Jiang Yao's first time to drink outside.

He Ming has an outstanding appearance, and he is the focus of attention wherever he goes. Even if he is sitting in a corner, people come up to strike up a conversation from time to time, both men and women, either to invite He Ming to drink, or invite He Ming to play at their table. If you are bolder, just hint directly He Ming's one-night stand.

However, He Ming flatly refused, and put his arm around Jiang Yao's shoulder and told them, "I have a companion."

Everyone who came out full of interest but returned full of disappointment secretly looked at Jiang Yao, as if thinking about why he alone could be favored by He Ming.

Jiang Yao has never received so many envious looks, so that he has the illusion that he is also the protagonist in a certain movie or script.

It turned out that Xie Zhijin lived in such a world.

He Ming leaned on him halfway, and said with a hint of distress, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have brought you here."

He stared at He Ming in the streamer, and asked enviously, "So many people like you, isn't it good?"

"But I don't need their likes." He Ming rubbed Jiang Yao's face with a smile, "If you give them fantasy, it will be irresponsible."

He Ming said slowly and meaningfully, "I'm not the kind of person who eats from a bowl and also watches from a pot."

"Other people like me a hundred percent, but you like me a little bit."

"So Jiang Yao, can you care a little bit about me?"

He and He Ming took the last normal bus to go back. The two sat in the last row. Jiang Yao drank half a bottle of wine and his head was dizzy. The words spoken in the bar echoed repeatedly in his ears.

They kissed quietly in the last row of the bus, and the cool evening wind blew Jiang Yao through the gap in the window. He had never been so clearly aware that He Ming, who had so many choices, chose him firmly. .

He was reluctant to part with this love that he could possess alone.

The piercing ringing of the end of get out of class brought Jiang Yao back to his senses. Jiang Yao kept packing his things non-stop. This was already the last class. The students were looking for food in twos and threes, and he went directly to Xie Zhijin's place.

Jiang Yao went early, Xie Zhijin was not in the apartment, so he stayed on the sofa and waited, waiting, yawning, and wanted to get into Xie Zhijin's bed, but he hadn't washed yet, so he had to lie on the sofa and sleep.

The weather was getting colder, and he didn't cover himself with a blanket. When Xie Zhijin opened the door, he saw Jiang Yao curled up on the sofa.

Autumn night came early, and the day after six o'clock was completely engulfed in darkness. Xie Zhijin put his hand on the light switch, and when he saw Jiang Yao who was sleeping soundly, he put it back.

Taking advantage of the dim light coming in from the window, he quietly walked to the sofa, condescendingly looking down at Jiang Yao in his sleep.

Jiang Yao slept on his side, with one hand pressed under his cheek, his lips were slightly parted, as if feeling cold, his delicate brows were frowned, and his legs were curled up a little more.

Xie Zhijin watched silently for a while, and his heart, which had been inexplicably agitated throughout the afternoon, gradually returned to calm.

or his—

Jiang Yao, who was hugged horizontally, woke up with a mutter, and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Xie Zhijin immersed in the darkness.

When the other party carried him to the bed, he struggled limply, "I haven't showered yet..."

Xie Zhijin said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

With the permission, Jiang Yao got into the bed and sniffed the refreshing and dry breath that belonged to Xie Zhijin, which reminded people of half-melted frost and snow in winter and a handful of cold springs flowing in the mountains in summer.

Maybe other people will be frostbitten by Xie Zhijin's coldness, but Jiang Yao has long been used to this temperature.

His fluffy head arched into Xie Zhijin's arms, his eyelids were half drooped, like a puppy who couldn't help being coquettish after being separated from its master for many days, slightly pouted to kiss Xie Zhijin's thin lips, and muttered while kissing, "Okay." Sleepy, Xie Zhijin, why did you come back?"

"There's something wrong in class."

Xie Zhijin's lips were kissed so brightly, he responded casually, turned over and pressed Jiang Yao under him.

Jiang Yao opened his dim eyes, as if realizing what was going to happen, he spontaneously wrapped his legs around Xie Zhijin's waist and abdomen.

Xie Zhijin's deep eyes were extremely aggressive in the night.

The white cake was bitten out with obvious marks one after another...

Jiang Yao hugged Xie Zhijin's neck, half awake and half asleep, he was more docile than usual, he looked obsessively at the cold and arrogant facial features in the dark light, and he could see Xie Zhijin's admiration at a glance.

Xie Zhijin stopped suddenly, Jiang Yao blinked in confusion, heard the other party breathing heavily, and said, "I like it so much..."

The last word used a very vulgar word, pressed in the throat, like a volcano about to explode, making Jiang Yao tremble.

Jiang Yao almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and blushed in embarrassment. After a while, he moaned and said he liked it.

Xie Zhijin still didn't let him go, and immediately asked, "Except for me?"

"what?"

A name popped out of Xie Zhijin's mouth, with a freezing chill, "He Ming."

Just hearing the word He Ming, Jiang Yao confessed, his ears were buzzing, and he looked at Xie Zhijin with wide eyes soaked in tears.

In the next second, Xie Zhijin frowned and tried to get up, Jiang Yao wrapped around him in a panic, sobbing, "Only you."

Xie Zhijin just looked at him heavily, as if wanting to see his heart through his eyes.

Jiang Yao was too easy to understand, and he could tell at a glance whether he was lying or not. In a few moments, Xie Zhijin hugged him again, expressing his displeasure so bluntly for the first time, "Stay away from He Ming."

Jiang Yao and Xie Zhijin hugged each other inseparably, thought for a while and whispered, "He is my friend."

Xie Zhijin straightened her lips, her brows were a little cold.

Jiang Yao sniffed, "Xie Zhijin, you have so many friends, you don't know how much I envy you."

"You do not need....."

Xie Zhijin saw Jiang Yao's red eyes and nose from crying, and the rest of his words disappeared into the air.

He doesn't like being tied down by unfamiliar emotions, let alone losing control, these are all burdens to him.

Xie Zhijin doesn't want Jiang Yao to become his burden, because burdens have to be abandoned.

Humans are advanced animals that control emotions rather than being manipulated by emotions. He likes to deal with smart people. To a certain extent, he admires Han Qing, so he and Han Qing can be called friends.

The night Jiang Yao came to University A, Han Qing confessed his love to him, but he didn't respond.

Han Qing asked him, "Is it because of that high school classmate of yours? You don't even know what your feelings for him are. How can you be sure that you must have him?"

In Han Qing's words, Xie Zhijin, who wanted to prove it, did not avoid when the other party kissed him.

Facts have proved that no matter what the reason is, he only allows himself to be close to Jiang Yao.

Like, love?It takes him a long time to explore these illusory things that may dissipate at any time.

Han Qing is indeed clever, but there are already so many smart people around him, it doesn't matter if there are one more or one less.

Jiang Yao is not smart, but Jiang Yao is unique.

Xie Zhijin felt that Jiang Yao didn't need friends——

He should have said everything, but in the end he just kissed Jiang Yao's tear-wet eyes to confirm Jiang Yao's intentions, "Will you still like me no matter what you do?"

Won't he run away because of time and his unusual indifference?

Jiang Yao said he liked it.

That's enough.

Three ways

Xiao Xie: What did I hear...

Xiaohe: Umm, you heard me right, my wife and I are a match made in heaven in the eyes of outsiders!