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Jiang Ci smiled, "On the first day you entered the hospital, the police wanted to know and confirm your information, so they looked at the things you carried with you. I just remembered that they told me that you don't have a contact information in your mobile phone?"

"Ah..." Jing Cong's lips parted slightly, and he got stuck.

"Saved my number and then deleted it?"

"Don't need to remember my number?"

"Can you still memorize my phone number?"

Jiang Ci presses every step of the way, aggressive.

After this communication, Jing Cong replied: "I made a note of it."

Then he added: "After you gave me the door key, I went to change a new number... and it is my habit to not leave a phone number in my mobile phone. I am afraid that I will go out to collect debts to avoid unnecessary trouble, just in case. One. There are only a few people who need to be dialed out, I remember it."

Jiang Ci replied: "Ah, so you actually deleted it when you went back and wrote it down? You took my key and knew that I didn't need to send you text messages, and you didn't tell me if you changed the number? What if? What should I do if I want to contact you someday but I can’t get in touch with you?”

Jing Cong muttered: "Didn't you also say that we don't need to contact by phone..."

"Don't I just say what's the case, forget it..."

"Which people?" Jiang Ci stopped talking about unimportant points, and continued to seek knowledge.

"Your," Jing Cong said, "and Xiaowu's because of debt collection."

Jiang Ci didn't know how many times since he knew Jing Cong, his heart ached beyond words, and how many times a halo of love rose behind him.

All his warmth is only for this person in front of him.

Jiang Ci couldn't wait to rinse the bowl with water for the last time, he wanted to hug him.

Jing Cong ignorantly raised his hand in response to Jiang Ci's hug, and then accepted Jiang Ci's warmth obediently.

"Teacher Jiang." Jing Cong called him.

"Ah."

"..."

"Huh?" Jiang Ci asked.

"It's nothing," Jing Cong said slowly, "If someone does something wrong, Mr. Jiang will not give up on him, will he?"

Jiang Ci thought that Jing Cong was still feeling stupidly guilty about Gao Lei's incident, and felt amused, "It depends on who it is."

"That's right, assuming it's the person you trust and place high hopes on, he made a mistake even though he knew it was wrong?"

The more Jiang Ci listened now, the more he felt strange. He didn't know what Jing Cong was asking, but just now he was doing fine.

But he still answered Jing Cong's question truthfully, and he said solemnly: "Yes, no."

In the ensuing silence, Jiang Ci let go of him, and looked down, there was no other abnormality on Jing Cong's face, but a gentle and stable feeling.

"Xiao Cong, tell me everything in the future, didn't you decide what kind of relationship we have now?"

"I'm on your side."

The next morning, when Jiang Ci got up to work as usual, Jing Cong also had breakfast with him.

"To go to the Public Security Bureau, you can take the bus downstairs, and you can also take the subway," Jiang Ci urged before leaving in a hurry, "Take the bus, you don't need to walk much."

"Well," Jing Cong said, looking at the soy milk in his bowl, "you should also be careful on the way to work."

Jiang Ci listened to the other party's caring skillfully enough, and he was also satisfied. After he said "See you in the evening", he had to close the door and leave.

Jing Cong was the only one in the family. He drank the last sip of soy milk in the bowl, put away the bowls and chopsticks, rinsed them, and put them in the kitchen cupboard.Then take the rag and carefully wipe the dining table clean, then scrub and wring the rag dry, and put it by the sink.

Enter the master bedroom and open the closet, and now the closet is filled with Jing Cong's clothes, because he only has a few solid-colored clothes, which only take up a small part.

Jing Cong still put on a black hooded sweater and a pair of black sweatpants, and went out.

He was going to the police station first today, walked to the starting station just outside the community, and just got on the bus that was about to depart.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Jing Cong took it out to see that it was from Jiang Ci.What was displayed on the screen was Jiang Ci's original account name, but Jing Cong's WeChat list was the only one.

Before going to bed yesterday, Jiang Ci took his mobile phone and downloaded a WeChat. When registering the account name, he still gave it to him to fill in.

Seeing the news that "Ding Dong Ding Dong" came in, Jing Cong had a novel and wonderful feeling.

No: [Have you gone out? 】

No: 【Do you know how to get off the bus? 】

No: [If you're on the road, you don't need to reply to the message. 】

Ah: [Yes, I know I’m sitting on the bus now]

Jiang Ji replied quickly.

No: [Okay, I'm going to class, I'll come back tonight and say it. 】

Ah ah: [um]

Jing Cong's expression changed when he pressed the black screen, he clenched his phone tightly, staring out the window wondering what he was thinking.