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As the weather gradually turned cold, Xiao Zhi allowed Ran Jiu to work at home temporarily, simply to familiarize himself with the new script.Those scripts have been deleted and modified according to the original work, which requires CV's own comprehension.

Just like the female general of Xiao Ran that Ran Jiu played before, because the flow of time is compressed, the emotional outburst in a short period of time is more important. In just a few seconds, one more point is over, and one point less is nothing. Can't hear it.

Ran Jiu was grinding the script over there, Rong Ting was cooking rice outside, when he went into the room to call her, Ran Jiu was moving his lips to recite the lines.

The air flowed from her thin lips, it seemed that the emotion was not right, she paused, and tried again, still not right.

Ran Jiu sighed inaudibly and tried again slowly.

Not yet.

The originally straight back was a little helpless, and it bent down thinly.

Standing at the door, Rong Ting tried her best to reduce her sense of presence, she didn't even have breath in her body, no wonder Ran Jiu couldn't find her.

Her fingernails sank into her palms, and the thin figure in front of her was obviously suffering from injuries all over her body. She was exhausted, but she still forced herself into a calm state, letting all the troubled past settle in her heart, and continued to move forward with load.

Ran Jiu told her to wait for her, of course she would wait, if possible, she even wanted to go with Ran Jiu.But she understands that there is no complete empathy, some things are only experienced by her alone, and it is difficult for others to touch her shadow.

Only on the day when she is really willing to stand up, she will open her arms to hug her and give her the sunshine full of fragrance.

On the day of the college/sports meeting, Rong Ting prepared white sportswear and new shoes in advance, and his slender body was dressed in a solid-color sportswear, looking very energetic.

Ran Jiu went out with him the night before to pick out the shoes, suitable for sprinting.

When she went out, she really wanted to take Ran Jiu to relax, and asked her if she wanted to go to the sports meeting with him.

Ran Jiu didn't speak, but just straightened her collar. When he knelt down to tie her shoelaces, Rong Ting was stunned for a moment, blushing up to his ears, and helped her up in a hurry: "No, no, you... hurry up stand up."

Ran Jiu turned a deaf ear to it, and got up after making the straps on the shoes tame, "Be careful, come on."

Originally knowing that Ran Jiu would not go with her, she was a bit disappointed, but at this time Rong Ting looked like a student who was bribed by Xiao Honghua, the corners of his mouth were curled up in a smile, and he nodded heavily: "I know."

The university sports meeting is not as lively as high school, especially in their school. The sports meeting is basically organized by the student union. If you participate, the bonus points are linked to your grades. Many people come to sign up like this, and they don't have much enthusiasm for sports.

There are many girls in the College of Arts, and there are a lot of vacancies in the boys' competitions, resulting in a serious loss of points. It is often these scores that widen the distance between the College of Arts and other colleges.

In the second half of the race, according to the score statistics of the Academy of Arts, it should be within the bottom three and did not run.

But the chairman encouraged them with bright eyes, "Boys, we still have a chance to be second, don't give up!"

That being said, a group of girls were already sitting there with disheveled faces.The arrangement of the sports meeting is not reasonable. It was supposed to be held together with the track and field competitions, but somehow it was changed. Maybe for warming up, almost all the fun events were played in the morning.

Interesting projects are almost all group projects, a lot of people who came to score points scattered and left after finishing, but when the sun was shining, they started 4 times 400.

The already sleepy contestants all went up to prepare, Rong Ting couldn't sleep because of thinking about things last night, at this time his eyelids were drooping, and his steps felt weak.

But if you don't run well, isn't the previous training all in vain?

She was not the only one who thought this way, Zhang Ling was a fast runner, and she fanned the wind with her hand in the last run, "What kind of weather is this? Why is it so hot all of a sudden."

She was afraid that it would be too early and too cold when she was running, so she specially put on a fleece jacket under the half sleeves, but it was self-defeating, and now she couldn't take it off, so she could only run hard in heavy clothes.

The results in front of the Academy of Arts were not good, which caused their morale to be low when they went up. When they ran the first bat, they were one step behind, and when they missed the second bat, they wasted some time. After killing one person, Zhang Ling finally started to sprint.

Although the sports level of the Academy of Arts is not good, it is united enough. The other courtyards just set up a small red cloth tent, and only the Academy of Arts occupies twice the most conspicuous position. People shouted hoarsely to come on inside.

Zhang Ling was also powerless, her neck muscles were tense from running, and she overtook two people in a row.When she crossed the finish line grimly, she only got fifth place.

Compared with the posture at the beginning, this is already a good result.The chairman of the Academy of Arts excitedly led people down to offer condolences, only to see Zhang Ling angrily flipping off the registration table and walking straight towards the Art Biography team.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Rong Ting immediately went over to stop him, but was surrounded and blocked his steps, so Zhang Ling began to scold a girl.

She was still blocked by several people, and she still couldn't stop her urge to rush over to tear that person apart.

Zhang Ling has a pungent personality and loves to fight against injustice. At this time, the fluency of cursing is really not disgraceful to the Academy of Arts: "Did my mother forget to give birth to your brain when she gave birth to you? Or is your intelligence level still at the stage of the intelligence training class? Are you Are you mentally retarded? Do you know how to respect others when they run! Why are you so vicious?"

From her intermittent scolding, Rong Ting roughly understood that it should be that Yichuan's side spoke rudely when they were running. She was too focused at the time and didn't notice the scolding next to her. Zhang Ling ran with the last stick Being able to hear it so quickly shows that this person is also unscrupulous enough.

Rong Ting walked forward, and suddenly saw the messy gray and white hair, and a familiar disgust spread.

Sure enough, passing the group of people in front, she saw Chang Zhen's sullen face.

Chang Zhen sat there with his knees apart, wearing ripped trousers, and his messy hair color was extremely obvious.

Zhang Ling was stopped by someone, and she was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, Rong Ting knew from her reaction that Chang Zhen probably had a foul mouth again.

Chang Zhen's gaze met her from afar, and the two of them were one tall and the other low, intersecting unequally.An inexplicable anger rose in Rong Ting's heart, but he suppressed it forcefully.

The referee announced the score, and the Academy of Arts was indeed one place behind Yichuan. The corner of Chang Zhen's mouth twitched, and he said in a strange way: "If you can't afford it, then don't play. Isn't it just a competition? Who can you blame for your own food?"

"Tsk, it's not about my mouth. When did the relay of the Academy of Arts get the top three?"

"Just because I taunted you a few words, are you going to take the blame?"

"You—" Zhang Ling almost couldn't hold back, and finally burst into foul language, "Your mouth is as dirty as a cesspit, so how about I scold you too?"

Rong Ting tried his best to suppress the depression in his heart, telling himself not to be impulsive, not impulsive.

But maybe this period of time was too much depression, and thinking of the unpleasant scene last time, thinking of the scene where Chang Zhen attacked Ran Jiu, she became more and more impulsive... But Chang Zhen's mouth is too cheap, and she smiled strangely Take a moment: "Oh, it turns out that there are les who can't be scolded by others and run away. Why do you have so many talents in the Academy of Arts?"

There was a sudden bang on the field, and the plastic chair was tilted a few times and fell to the ground. Chang Zhen was holding on to the steps in embarrassment, because he fell backwards and hit his waist, and it took him a long time to sit up.

Zhang Ling put her hands on her hips and said, "I warn you, don't be too dirty, she has a girlfriend."

Chang Zhen sneered, "Then why don't you ask her if her partner is a man or a woman?"

"I—" Zhang Ling concluded, recalling the last time she was surprised when she found out that Rong Ting had a partner, but she was too shy when asked again, and refused to say anything.

How is it possible?

She still insisted on her momentum, and she didn't pay attention to cursing: "I just know, I know her character, do you think everyone is a transsexual like you?"

There was silence everywhere, and the people from the Academy of Arts standing beside Zhang Ling silently wanted to applaud her, but held back for a while.

Rong Ting originally wanted to stop Zhang Ling, but it was already too late.

Chang Zhen was immediately stimulated by this sentence, became irritable, and wrestled with Zhang Ling. Seeing that the people around couldn't stop him, Rong Ting stepped in to fight, but somehow he was also involved.

In the final scuffle, the chairman of the Academy of Arts came forward to separate the two groups of people, and the sports meeting even ended with the awards.

The two sat miserable on the plastic lawn panting, and Zhang Ling took a grass clipping from her head: "Forget it, don't argue with them, No.5 has nothing to receive an award, and besides, they don't deserve to be number four." What about Geely?"

However, the person next to her didn't answer, Zhang Ling looked at her, "Don't be angry, senior sister has already vented your anger for you, this idiot is too dirty, I couldn't stand her before."

Only then Rong Ting nodded, took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "She and I are in a club, and I feel deeply."

Difficult Sister and Difficult Sister were annoyed by a garbage dumper at the same time, Zhang Ling sighed: "She offended me before, so what's the matter with you?"

Many images flashed through Rong Ting's mind like a revolving lantern, and the first thing that came to mind was not Chang Zhen's tripping her up, but the scene of Ran Jiu trying to protect her that night.

She nodded resentfully, and patted the ashes on her shoes: "My partner doesn't like her either, and I quarreled with her before."

Zhang Ling suddenly realized, "Let me just say, this idiot likes to spread rumors. He has met your partner and said that you like women."

Rong Ting paused for a while, then turned his face, and said to her worriedly: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister, my target is a girl."

Later, Zhang Ling was so frightened that she almost jumped up on the spot, took a breath, and sat back after holding back for a long time.

He asked full of gossip, "Then is she pretty?"

Ran Jiu was confused by the script. He wanted to lie down on the table for a while, but he dozed off before he knew it.

In her dream, she suddenly returned to the night after the college entrance examination. She was lying on the window she rented. It had just rained outside. The rain had stopped, and the stars were also very clear in the blue sky.

No one bothered her, the white T-shirt on her body swelled with the wind, and her heart was filled with an eagerness to try.

But a black flash came down out of nowhere, followed by the pouring rain, and the dark clouds covered the stars. She backed away in fright, and a moist touch slid down her cheeks.

Can't tell if it's sweat or tears.

Amidst the pattering sound of beating, she slowly opened her eyes, because her left arm was already numb due to pressing on it for too long.

There was a sense of adhesion when the face and arms were separated. She guessed that half of her face must be red, and she was thinking about how to get rid of the marks.

The phone rang suddenly, Ran Jiu looked at the phone, there were two missed calls from Xu Huifang.

She had no intention of replying, so she sent a text message directly to ask what was going on.

It took 2 minutes for Xu Huifang: 【I'm going back soon. 】

Ran Jiu's fingertips hovered over the screen for a moment, and typed: [Look out for things on the road, be careful. 】

There was no new message over there, and she continued to sink down and look at the words on the paper.They have never been short of this printing fee in their work, and Xiao Zhi even used three-point fonts to take care of her eyes.

But the few words on this piece of paper couldn't catch her eyes, and her mind seemed to be a machine that stopped spinning, and she no longer decoded it.

She felt terrible.

When the phone rang again, she thought it was Xu Huifang's, and she made up her mind not to answer the phone this time, and let it ring there.

But the phone vibrated again and again, fueling her already suppressed emotions, she couldn't help but pick it up for a while: "What are you doing?"

The voice was cold and reprimanded.

The other party may have been frightened, and paused for two seconds without speaking.

Ran Jiu didn't say anything, just waited slowly, and then complained to the other side: "Damn, you're going to scare my old lady to death, who messed with you? You're angry at me, forget it, blame me for not picking the right time to call ..."

The other party's grievances and complaints almost blew up, the familiar tone, the familiar garrulousness, was clearly Lan Wen.

Ran Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slumped slightly: "Who told you to call me suddenly?"

"Please!" The voice of the other party raised several degrees, "You are the one who got angry at me, okay?"

Ran Jiu said lightly, "I'm sorry."

This made Lan Wen helpless, "Who told me to hit the muzzle of the gun."

"Well, I was in a bad mood just now." Ran Jiu leaned away from the chair and slowly walked to the window. The weather was still a bit humid, and an inexplicable sense of oppression permeated the air, making it hard to lift your eyelids.

Ran Jiu said, "I thought it was my mother who called me."

After a moment of silence there, Lan Min said, "Is that person your own mother?"

Ran Jiu was still in the mood to joke with her, "Yes, the real mother who picked me up from Kunming at that time was a real replacement."

"Okay, I don't want to swear anymore." Lan Wen took a deep breath, "Well, I came to the capital for an interview with a band friend, do you have time today?"

Ran Jiu obviously didn't expect it, raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

This time Lan Wen was bold and generous: "You decide the place. I will go there after I finish the interview at night. This time I will treat you."

Ran Jiu knew that Lan Min would not slap her face swollen to pretend to be fat, so she quickly agreed: "Okay."

Lan Wen called her temporarily: "Call your roommate... oh no, girlfriend together, count me as thanking her for cooking for me before."

Ran Jiu also agreed, and hung up the phone. Although he was still indifferent and melancholy, he was obviously in a better mood.

She stretched her waist, went out to fetch water, and happened to face each other with Rong Ting who came back from the door.

Ran Jiu dresses casually at home and is not too particular. A suspender top and shorts are a common combination, and the air conditioner is not turned on, and it is not too cold, as if he is a cold-blooded animal.

Rong Ting was different, she was very sensitive to any disturbance, at this time the key was still inserted in the door, she saw her sniff her nose, the tip of her nose was red, cute and cute.

Ran Jiu's hands itched for a moment, and he wanted to pinch her face, but Rong Ting hissed before he could dodge in time.

Ran Jiu was startled by this, and quickly put down the cup in his hand and leaned over, "What's wrong, I was too strong just now? I'm sorry." She held her face and looked around, the skin in the palm of her hand was like egg white, a little small Scars are so obvious.

When she found that there were small bruises on her forehead and side face, her face became gloomy for a moment: "Who did it?"

Rong Ting's eyelashes fluttered uneasily, he didn't rehearse to lie in advance, so he appeared flustered: "Well... I relayed in the morning, and I fell to the ground when I didn't catch it well."

Ran Jiu withdrew his hand and looked at her inquiringly: "Is the fall so even?"

Rong Ting avoided her gaze, feeling a little guilty: "Fortunately, just scratch the skin."

Ran Jiu understood, "So?"

Rong Ting: "That's why, so the ranking is not high, and I didn't get the top three."

Hearing that her regrets were real, Ran Jiu was about to laugh angrily. She fell into such a bear shape, and was worried that she would not get the prize, so she was the only one capable of doing such a thing.She restrained her smile: "Tell the truth."

Ran Jiu's tone was unassuming, and he couldn't hear any emotion.However, Rong Ting knew her so well, and knew that she was a little angry.

She silently brought in the bag of vegetables from behind, a bit like a primary school student who was at a loss, "During the sports meeting, we had conflicts with those from other colleges, so I went to fight..."

Ran Jiu sighed deeply, "Tingting, should I award you a Campus Civilization Ambassador Award?"

"No need." Rong Ting waved his hand and rushed to the kitchen, "It's okay, I'm really fine, the meal will be ready soon."

After dinner, Ran Jiu chased her into her room with a bottle of safflower oil and wanted to apply it on her. Rong Ting hid, so she grabbed her. The two of them chased me for a long time, and then they both lay on the bed panting.

Looking at the familiar vial, Rong Ting remembered that she had bought it for Ran Jiu back then.Ran Jiu got a bruised knee once, and she insisted on giving her a massage. Ran Jiu thought it would be weird to wear shorts with this kind of thing on, but he still wiped it off reluctantly under her stalking.

At this time, Feng Shui took turns, and when it was her turn, she became a face, and she didn't want to wipe it off.

Ran Jiu was speechless: "You are also afraid of losing your appearance."

Rong Ting smiled awkwardly. She ran 1500 meters in the afternoon, and it took about four laps around the playground. What's the matter with the red forehead?

In the end, the painting was still not finished. When she left in the afternoon, Ran Jiu followed her out with a yawn, holding on to the door and not going back.

Rong Ting thought she didn't sleep well, so he hugged her: "Good boy, go back and sleep."

"Didn't sleep, I was previewing the script." Ran Jiu couldn't even lift his eyelids, and he was very comfortable when his chin rested on her shoulder.This height was just right, and she leaned on it for a while longer.

"Ting Ting."

"Huh?" Rong Ting raised his face.

"Don't provoke those people, there is nothing to compete with garbage."

Rong Ting nodded and said yes, then asked: "Do you want to continue reading the script this afternoon?"

"No, take a break for a while." Ran Jiu's voice was nice and soft, with a hint of coquettishness: "You don't even go to fetch the cat, Aunt Pang asked me to go there in the afternoon."

Hearing about Maomao, Rong Ting really thought about it.It was because Ran Jiu's eyes were not good, and so many things happened later, so he couldn't get it back.

It's really coming back this time.

At this time, the corners of her lips curled up: "Okay, I've had a hard time drinking."

Ran Jiu propped up softly and bonelessly, "Well, don't work too hard in the afternoon game, pay attention to safety, and bring more tissues and water."

When I went to the playground, there were not many people. Rong Ting optimistically estimated that there were no spectators in their school's sports meeting. Chang Zhen probably came here in the morning because of her event, and she probably won't meet in the afternoon.

On the way, Chen Baiyuan called her and asked if she could come to see her around five o'clock, because she couldn't do some homework.

Rong Ting roughly checked the time, she should have finished running at five o'clock.

When she came, she took a special look at Yichuan, and sure enough, she didn't see Chang Zhen's shadow, and she even felt lighter.There was a shortage of high jumpers in their school, so she went to help out, but she hadn't practiced for a long time, and her ankle fell a little during the jump.

When I came back, I just arrived at the 1500-meter inspection. The girls who lined up on the field were somewhat nervous and kept breathing.Rong Ting also fell into this atmosphere unconsciously, a little nervous.

Zhang Ling came here to let her relax a little bit.She took her to do warm-up exercises: "Junior Sister, 1500 is my blind spot. Senior Sister has never dared to try it. You can ask for blessings."

The chairman of the Academy of Arts also came to tell her not to have psychological pressure, just run as hard as she can, and the ranking is not important.

After this, Rong Ting's mental state gradually relaxed.

Besides, her body side scores are not bad every time, but 1500 is a bit long for girls. She didn't practice a few times before the competition, and she felt a sense of survival after each run.

Besides, no one has practiced with her before, and she doesn't know what other people's level is. Every time she estimates it to be about six and a half minutes, but after playing, the speed is obviously faster than usual, and she is afraid that she will not be able to bear it.

While waiting like this, someone bumped her shoulder. She was already nervous and couldn't stand still. She staggered a bit, and the acrid pain spread up her ankle and down her calf, and it took a few seconds for her to get better.

She frowned and looked forward, her expression was dull for a while.

Chang Zhen was standing in front wearing a women's sports vest, turning his neck, unable to hide his aggression, turned his head and smiled contemptuously at her.

Rong Ting thought it was a bad relationship at first, but later felt baffled, she even suspected that they had enmity in the previous life.

When occupying the track, everyone wanted to stand inside, but Chang Zhen showed a look of disgust and impatience, and simply stood outside.

Rong Ting did not squeeze in the inner lane, stood in the middle and outfield, and subconsciously clenched his palms.

An unprecedented fighting spirit suddenly ignited.

With a gunshot, a row of people scrambled to squeeze out and quickly occupied the inner runway.

Rong Ting followed closely in the middle of the team.Then there were too many people in front, blocking the inner path, but it was a bit difficult to pass from the outer path, so she had to temporarily stay in the original position, adjust her breathing and pace, and reduce physical exertion.

Not to mention that Chang Zhen's explosive power is still very strong. After the start, he occupied the first position and steadily opened a distance of more than ten meters from the second.Rong Ting was in the middle, forcing himself to calm down, and could only surpass slowly.

In the second lap, she had already run into the top eight.I didn't feel much at first, but as time went by, my feet, which I didn't feel at first, became heavy, and the sequelae from the previous high jump were still there. Even though the frequency of steps and weight remained the same, the pain became more and more intense.

She tried her best to put the center of gravity of her body on the soles of her forefoot, surpassing three more people.

There were only two left in front, and Chang Zhen was far ahead, and the girl who was closer to her couldn't run anymore, and her pace gradually slowed down.

In the last half of the sprint, Rong Ting was in a daze, his heels were already numb from pain, and he forced himself to speed up with a lot of strength.

Now there is only Chang Zhen in front of her, but the distance between them is too big, and she knows that she can't surpass it, so she can't help but feel a little tired, her steps are a bit stagnant, but she still insists on the original step frequency.

At this moment, Chang Zhen suddenly turned around and made a thumbs down gesture.When Rong Ting raised his eyes, he saw that he was already speechless about her bad behavior.

She returned a corresponding gesture.

There was a sudden commotion from the platform next to the playground, from the rostrum to the entrance, at first Rong Ting thought some handsome guy was coming, because most of the exclamations were from girls.

This phenomenon is too common in U University.

Because there are too few boys, even a little one may be regarded as a sweet pastry.

But as her eyes fell to the side of the stands, she saw Ran Jiu wearing a green apricot cheongsam and a white chiffon shawl, holding a lazy cat in her arms, and was slowly grooming the cat's fur.

She was unobstructed this time, without a mask or a hat, just standing there attracted a lot of attention, and her hair was shining.

She seems to be such a person, even making waves is frank and willful.

Rong Ting wondered if his eyes were dazzled, and what he saw was either the Virgin Mary, or a fox that ran out of a book in a chat room.

Ran Jiu stood like a standard noble lady, waved to her, smiled, and said cheers!

Rong Ting crossed the finish line.

There was no chance to cross the line, but many people came to hug her, and the chairman of the Academy of Arts jumped excitedly holding her, saying that this was the biggest sub-item he got in the afternoon.

They screamed how wonderful she was, and said compliments she could barely take.

After registering the results, Rong Ting sat on the plastic playground and planned to recover for a few minutes to find Ran Jiu, but the people standing there came down the steps.

As she walked down the steps, the green apricot-colored cheongsam swayed slightly, and her long white legs flickered along the slit hem.

Rong Ting's breath stopped, and Ran Jiu was already standing in front of her, with his calves straight.

"I'm going to fetch the cat."

"I know." Rong Ting stood up, looked down at the cheongsam with the high fork on, "Aren't you cold?"

Ran Jiu said arrogantly: "It's not cold, it's a victory, I'll cheer you on!"

Rong Ting couldn't laugh or cry, the first time she saw her success was during the college entrance examination, there was a tradition of wearing cheongsam in Xixun, and their homeroom teacher gave them off in cheongsam.

But she has forgotten the feeling at that time, or it is not important at all, but just thinks it is an insignificant sense of form.

The feeling at this time is very good.

Ran Jiu frankly expressed his concern for her, and it was the same kind of scenery and wantonness as before, and it was still the arrogant Ran Jiu.

Zhang Ling came over 2 minutes after the incident, and she explained later that it was to give them some tender time.

It's just the first time I've seen a fresh one, and I can't even speak the dialect, "Xiaomei, are you friends from Lilv, Houpiuliang."

Ran Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, but accepted the compliment disrespectfully, said thank you gracefully, and continued to lick the cat with his slender wrist.

There is a feeling that an old lady is beautiful.

Zhang Ling had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her, and the two chatted a few more words, but Zhang Ling didn't ask anything, and didn't bother them anymore.

Rong Ting knew that Zhang Ling must have met Ran Jiu twice, the first time was at the dubbing ceremony, where Ran Jiu was wearing a mask, and the second time was when they sang together in their college, Zhang Ling didn't see his face either.

She didn't want to cause too much trouble, she protected Ran Jiu's privacy, and didn't mention her cv's identity.

Rong Ting looked around, those who registered had already gone back, and those who didn't go back were almost squatting by the side to watch the play.

Originally, the person who sprinted first at the end would attract a lot of attention, but this time Ran Jiu stole the limelight, and Chang Zhen didn't even notice when he left the field.

Ran Jiu didn't know it, and was very harmonious with the cat.The fat cat was held by her precariously, with its tail drooping and flicking on her arm, not too comfortable.Ran Jiu's fingers were thin, and he used his fingers as a comb to leave four marks when he brushed through the cat's fur. The cat lay comfortably and let it be stroked.

Rong Ting was a little greedy, and he touched it too, but the cat didn't even look up at her.

Rong Ting scolded her ruthlessly for feeding her for so long.

I don't know who to envy.

Ran Jiu noticed, what did you say?

"It's nothing." Rong Ting took the opportunity to avenge his personal revenge and nodded the cat's head, "You just carried it back like this?"

Of course not, Ran Jiu raised his chin, "There are still things over there."

Rong Ting looked over, there was a cat bag where Ran Jiu was standing just now, and there were several packing bags beside it.

"What's that?" Rong Ting pointed to several bags.

Ran Jiu: "The cat's new snack, Aunt Pang said it loves it."

Later, Rong Ting was carrying the cat bag and Ran Jiu was carrying the cat snacks, the two walked back slowly.

The sports meeting is still going on, and there are intermittent cheers from behind, and the sunset is covered with a layer of gentle orange-red afterimage.

Ran Jiu suddenly stopped in his tracks: "I remembered something."

"Ok?"

"Lan Wen is here." Ran Jiu explained: "She's here for the interview this time, she won't stay at our house, she wants to ask us to have a meal."

I don't know what to ask, Rong Ting was still a bit stubborn at first, but when he heard the words "our family", he suddenly dissipated.

"can."

How could Ran Jiu not know what she was thinking, "Vinegar essence."

She thought of the scene of her running, with her ponytail flicking behind her head, her steps so light and firm, her eyes filled with clear faith, chasing and surpassing... watching her run can make people calm down.

The lump in my chest has also dissipated for a long time.

Even if it is second, so what, just rush to the finish line without hesitation.

Rong Ting always told her that life is good, but when you are sad, you have to rush forward and get rid of unhappy things immediately.

Ran Jiu smiled, "What are you afraid of?"

Rong Ting couldn't tell, Lan Wen was a very important person in Ran Jiu's life, and she was the only ray of light during her dark time.

In fact, it's not just Lan Wen, Ran Jiu has met many Bole, and she is a treasure left by the big waves washing the sand, so she will naturally attract attention.

Raw jade with slight flaws is still good jade.

Sometimes she often regrets not meeting her sooner.If she met such a good person at the beginning, her liking would be much purer.At this time, the jade in the rough is already dazzling, and this kind of inequality makes her always feel insecure.

Ran Jiu patted her head, "Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Rong Ting wouldn't just admit it like that, but he didn't deny it either.When she was running just now, she even felt that people like Chang Zhen had a bit of arrogance, but she always seemed too ordinary in comparison.She also told Ran Jiu the truth.

Ran Jiu sighed softly: "Tingting, why don't you believe that you have light on your body?"

"You are super kind, patient, always calm in everything you do, and always looking for solutions. You always maintain a balance between yourself and your life, and you are never biased. More importantly, just feel safe when you are with you , I like it very much." Ran Jiu said confidently.

"Life is not about picking out a single person to pet, so we are not perfect, and you are very good to me."

Rong Ting pursed his mouth: "But I still want to meet you sooner."

Ran Jiu smiled: "Are you sure you liked me back then? I was super dirty, my face was not even white, and I would swear, smoke and beat people."

Rong Ting blinked blankly, "Is it so cool?"

Ran Jiu: ...Forget it, after all, the filter is too deep.

There is no way, she is a little suspicious, whether Rong Ting loves her poisoned.

Rong Ting did feel dizzy, not only because of Ran Jiu's uplifting words just now, but also because he was tired after running, and his mind stopped working. It was not until he walked out of the school that his phone vibrated for a long time.

Seeing Chen Baiyuan's account displayed, she didn't realize what was going on.

The other party called her wronged: "Sister, where have you been? Didn't you tell me to wait for you at the north gate? I can't find you!"

Rong Ting suddenly stopped.

She forgot about Chen Baiyuan.