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He selectively played down the fact that he looked at books and even forgot to sleep and eat.

As a parent and teacher, Jiang Ci is very gratified, and his surprise when he heard that Jing Cong would use reading to pass the time was also magnified.But isn't he a parent and teacher, seriously, isn't he just a boyfriend...?

Sexual lust.

Jiang Ci endured it again and again, and when he didn't know how many times he looked up at the clock, he finally saw that it was almost eleven o'clock at 10:30.

"I'm going to bed, I'll read it tomorrow," Jiang Ci leaned over confidently, leaning over Jing Cong, blocking his sight, and said to the book, "Do you think it looks good?"

Jing Cong looked at the back of Jiang Ci's head who had replaced him, and replied seriously without consciousness: "Well, I never knew there was such a thing before, and it feels a bit unusual."

Jiang Ci moved his finger away, closed his "Unconventional Road" book, and put it on the bedside table, and his own book was no longer on the bed.

"Then let's watch it tomorrow, our eyes need to rest." Jiang Ci turned off the light and sat back down.

The room was dark, only a faint halo was cast from the window, only half of the bed was haloed by the moonlight, and it looked a bit warm.

Both of them were still sitting, very close to each other.

"Dining with He Guang today, are you happy?"

Seeing Jiang Ci mentioning this, Jing Cong nodded honestly, "Happy, with you and your friend."

He spoke in bits and pieces, but Jiang Ci understood, "My mother, He Guang, and Jiang Qiao all like you."

"Really, um..." Jing Cong pursed his lips in the dark.

Jiang Ci emphasized: "Yes."

He asked ramblingly, "How did you and Xiao Wu know each other?"

"One time when I was watching a fight outside the school, someone rushed over with a steel bar and was about to accidentally injure him, so I just saved him." Jing Cong described lightly.

"If there is anything that can help him, remember to tell me. Speaking of it, your situation is not completely safe," Jiang Ci said sternly, "Jing Cong, don't hide anything from me anymore, do you hear me?"

Jing Cong was thankful that Jiang Ci had turned off the light, he gritted his teeth and replied, "I heard that."

"It's good to hear it, if you lie to me again, just wait." Jiang Ci said with pretended resentment.

Then put a hand on Jing Cong's shoulder, "Which school did you study in before?"

"Second High School."

This city is quite a good high school... high school?

"Did you drop out of high school?" Jiang Ci asked with doubts. He only knew that Jing Cong was wronged first, then his grandfather passed away, and his age was there, but he didn't expect that he didn't even go to college.

Jing Cong adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and unconsciously got closer to Jiang Ci, "Well, after the end of the second year of high school. I can still go to school after that incident, but I decided not to go."

"It's been a long time. Generally, the third year of senior high school happens to be the time for the coming-of-age ceremony..." Jiang Ci was a little surprised, "You can collect debts in junior high school?"

Now Jing Cong found it funny, and his tone was much lighter: "He started in the second year of high school. When I was in the country, my grandfather forgot to go through the admission procedures, and it was several years late. When I was in the second middle school, I was older than most of my peers. Three years older."

Jiang Ci's eyes sank in the night, "So I was 19 at the time..."

Jing Cong didn't care that the other party couldn't see, nodded and replied: "Yeah."

The room suddenly fell into silence, only the sound of shallow breathing alternated.

After a while, Jiang Ci said again: "Do you like reading?"

"...um." Jing Cong replied in a low voice.

"I don't hate it either, but it's just because when I was in school, all I knew was to read more books and listen carefully in class. I think it doesn't matter whether you listen or not, or read or not, so just follow the usual pace. "Well," Jiang Ci smiled, "Later, after studying in graduate school and then staying in school to teach, I just did what was in front of me, and followed the trajectory that I had in the dark."

"It's said that living in the present is living in the present. You can only live in the present moment. It can't be said that it is better than others."

Listening to his words, Jing Cong couldn't help but said: "That's also very powerful, you alone."

Jiang Ci turned completely sideways to look at Jing Cong, and spoke unhurriedly, his voice seemed to be wrapped in the night breeze and moonlight, clear and gentle: "Xiao Cong, it's not because I'm different than you that I'm so powerful, It's just because I happen to have that condition, even if it's only me. Even now you can, just do what you like to do without burden." Because I am your condition.

He didn't say it, and he didn't feel the need to say it.

For Jiang Ci, from the moment he confessed his love, or even earlier, he had a firm and thorough understanding of himself.

Haruki Murakami said that everyone has their own forest, maybe you have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there.

Just like the whale that swims all the way from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean with a frequency of 52 Hz, never heard, never answered.But it does not call loneliness loneliness, it never gives up on the sea, insists on singing 52 Hz songs, wanders alone, keeps meeting, and keeps looking.

And from the beginning to the end, it never heard or answered others at 52 Hz.It is only looking for whales that sing at the same frequency as itself.

Your jungle will be there, and so will the whale that sings 52 hertz with you.

Once you meet, you will believe that those who meet will always meet again.

For Jiangci, the scene has been different since the time they met.different.No one else.

His jungle, his 52 Hz.