I heard someone wants to raise me

"Why did Lord Ning leave so early today?"

"Yeah, don't you want to play for a while? It's not your style to leave so early."

Xiao Xu went to the back kitchen to pick up food, Ning Jianjing stood at the front desk chatting with the little girls, reached out and took a rose from the flower basket on the side, and gave it to one of the girls.

The girls who immediately attracted were jealous, "Oh, Master Ning only gives Yaoyao and not us, partiality."

"Master Xiao Ning treats one more favorably than another, that's too much."

Ning Jianjing still had that half-hearted smile on his face when a waiter happened to pass by with two glasses of milk on the tray.

He said: "Hey~ you wait." Ning Jianjing took two glasses of milk and said to the waiter, "Charge it to my account."

After speaking, he turned around and pushed them in front of them one by one, "It's so hard to stay up late, come and drink some milk, it's good for the skin."

"Oh, thank you, Master Ning." The girls smiled broadly as they held the milk.

Ning Jianjing's voice has a bit of coolness and warmth, especially when he laughs, the ending can make people's heart tingle.

He has always spoken in a slow manner, like a hand, leading people to sink with him without any seriousness.

Although he looks like a fool, he is good-looking, and he never touches the girls, just the right mix of romantic and humorous, very likable.

Seeing Jinghong's three girls smiling, Ning said casually, "I heard you guys chatting just now, what are you talking about, let me hear it too?"

"Oh, Yaoyao misses her husband here."

Ning Jianjing smiled and said: "Oh, isn't it? I haven't seen you for a few days and you are married. Why didn't you say anything? It's time to say congratulations."

Yaoyao hurriedly said: "No, no, she is teasing you. It is a player I like who recently lost the game. The whole world scolded him, and I am also a little sad."

"So that's how it is." Ning Jianjing smiled and plucked the rose in her hand, "Then this is indeed too much, and the loss was not intentional, so how can you scold someone?"

"If only everyone was as transparent as you." Yaoyao's eyes were a little sad, and he couldn't help sighing: "This time he was almost hacked by the entire Internet. let him retire..."

Ning Jianjing pondered for a while, but didn't answer.

Yaoyao smiled helplessly again, "Others only see the halo of their winning the championship, but they don't know the hard work behind it."

Ning Jianjing said seriously: "Don't be afraid, if he is fired by the boss, I'll buy him for you."

Yaoyao put away her frustration, and couldn't help laughing, "You're joking again."

Ning Jianjing laughed and she didn't explain much, it was true and false, and it was impossible for him to really buy a player.

Although he often plays in Yunjianyue, but because he deliberately keeps his sense of proportion, this group of girls only know him as the Ning family's naughty young master who can't support the wall.

Not to mention.

For him, the title of idiot is much more convenient for him to do things. Who would think too much about a idiot.

There are jackals and foxes in the Ning family, and he has to be a straw bag to lie dormant quietly and wait for the opportunity to move.

After a while, Xiao Xu came back with the packed things.

Ning Jianjing bid farewell to the girls, making the girls blush, and then walked out with one hand in his pocket, wandering around looking for his car, but the phone rang suddenly.

He took it out to look at the name, frowned slightly and hung up, as if nothing happened, whistled and put the phone back.

The other party seemed to know that this would be the end, and dialed again. Ning Jianjing opened the car door and sat in. He didn't answer, but reached out to turn on the car speaker and turned it to the maximum, and then answered the phone.

"Second Uncle, what's the matter?"

The other party said harshly, "Xiao Jing, where are you so noisy?"

Ning Jianjing took the time to separate a voice from the deafening music, and with his domineering voice, he responded casually: "Just playing."

Ning Zhenhua took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, and asked as gently as possible: "I heard that Xiaoyao gave you a club and let you go to work?"

"Yes, Second Uncle, do you think my brother is mentally ill? Let me manage the club without fear of bankruptcy. You persuade him to let him wake up. What can I manage? I haven't played enough yet. "

"Don't talk nonsense! You don't know how long that medicine jar of your elder brother will last. If you don't plan for yourself, let that bastard take advantage of it all?"

Ning Jianjing turned off the sound, and the car was suddenly quiet, even the sound of breathing was audible.

"Second Uncle, how do you think I should fight? I have nothing to do with the Ning family, I'm just... a mascot? A blood-making machine?"

Ning Jianjing laughed lowly, his cool voice seemed to have formed a layer of ice in the night, sharp and sharp, "I was bought by the old man to renew my elder brother's life, you really think highly of me."

……

After twelve o'clock, the road seemed to be enchanted, there were almost no cars, only the traffic lights were conscientiously beating numbers.

Ning Jianjing waited obediently, tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips subconsciously, filtered the words of the second uncle just a few times in his mind, picked out a few useful ones, and memorized them in his mind for the time being.

Yun Jianyue was not too far from the club, and there was no car on the road, so he returned to the base in about ten minutes.

He withdrew his thoughts, went back to the dormitory with his things, went straight to the door of Jing Xiuzhu's room, leaned on the door and raised his hand to knock, but no one paid any attention, and knocked again.

There is no sound.

Wen Cheng was woken up, and cautiously poked his head out, "Boss, boss... Isn't Team Jing not here? Then he should be in the training room. Do you have something to do with him?"

Ning Jianjing frowned, and looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It's past twelve o'clock, and he's still in the training room? Where does he live? Will he be the champion?"

Wen Cheng shook his head: "I have been teammates with him for three or four years, and I have never gone back to the dormitory with him."

Ning Jianjing nodded thoughtfully, went back to the room with the food that Yun Jianyue packed, put it on the table casually, took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

After he took a slow shower, he changed into an ironed white shirt without a trace of wrinkles, and then went to the training room "prettyly" with the food that he didn't know was cool or not.

He walks like he talks, giving people a sense of unhurriedness, and even stepping on the ground has the illusion of being silent.

The lights in the training room were on, and Jing Xiuzhu was sitting on his chair, with his back facing the door, because he was too far away to see what was going on above, but it should not be a game.

"Hey, why didn't you die suddenly?" Ning Jianjing threw the food on his table, hooked a chair and sat down.

Jing Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and naturally turned his chair to face him: "Going out?"

"Ah."

Jing Xiuzhu peeled off a little alcohol smell from the light bath liquid smell on his body, and his clear eyes were stained with a soft bewitchment.

He was wearing a well-groomed white shirt, with slender wrists and a smile on his face, and the faint smell of alcohol lingered over him, abruptly raising the temperature in the training room a lot.

Jing Xiuzhu looked away in disbelief, "I don't want to sleep when I'm back, what's the matter in the training room?"

Ning Jianjing propped his head on one hand, and reluctantly said "uh": "Just now he came back from my brother's place, he seemed to be sick and asked me to bring you food, treat me like a delivery guy, my brain ill."

Only then did Jing Xiuzhu shift his gaze to the packaging box on the table with the words Yunjianyue printed on it, and said with a chuckle, "Thank you brother for me."

Ning Jianjing said "hmm" casually, half-lying on the chair, propping his head on one hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jing Xiuzhu didn't eat fast, he held the chopsticks with his slender finger bones, and sent them to his mouth slowly.

Neither of them spoke, and the training room was as quiet as if it was empty for a while.

After a meeting.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that I've poisoned it?" Ning Jianjing propped his chin and asked with a half-smile.

"..." Jing Xiuzhu looked sideways, tapped the keyboard with one free hand to replay the video, and said with a smile, "Are you so childish?"

"..." This is not easy to answer, Ning Jianjing leaned back on the back of the chair boringly, crossed his feet on the table, and watched Jing Xiuzhu with his arms crossed while eating and watching the video played on the screen at double speed .

Suddenly, he remembered the words Yao Yao said, and asked in a strange way: "Jing Xiuzhu."

"Ok?"

"You people, why are you playing the game?"

Jing Xiuzhu paused with his chopsticks, lowered his eyes slightly, and raised them again. The light from the screen shone on his face, and he couldn't see his expression or emotion clearly.

Jing Xiuzhu thought for a while and said, "Because I like it."

"Do you like it..." Ning Jianjing murmured and repeated.

Jing Xiuzhu picked up a chopstick of lentils and put them into his mouth. He chewed them vaguely, and asked with a smile, "What? Lord Ning also wants to be a professional player?"

Ning Jianjing shook his head, propped his chin to look at him, and said seriously, "No, I want professional players to kneel down for me."

"Then you work hard, and if you win, I'll kneel down for you." Jing Xiuzhu coaxed a child, "Mmmm" twice, handed him the cup, and said vaguely: "Pour me a glass of water. "

Ning Jianjing glanced at him, stood up with his hands in his pockets, and left.

"boss."

Ning Jianjing stopped in his tracks, "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for the meal, it's delicious, but next time, less chili, I don't like spicy food."

Ning Jianjing clicked his tongue in his heart, and waved his hands behind him blankly: "You tell my brother, I didn't pack it for you, and there will be no next time."

Ning Jianjing left without waiting for him to answer, but stopped suddenly when he reached the door.

Jing Xiuzhu turned his back to him, Ning Jianjing leaned on the door frame and said "Hey": "Aren't you going?"

Jing Xiuzhu cleaned up the tableware on the table, threw it into the garbage bag and threw it out again. When he came to him, he reached out his hand condescendingly and patted his slightly wet hair.

"What? You think the bed is too hard, and you want me to hug you to sleep?"

Seeing Jing Ge open his hand, Ning said disgustedly: "You are really shameless."

Jing Xiuzhu smiled lightly, watching his back that couldn't wait to leave, and suddenly smiled, "Tsundere little bastard, your brother is out of his mind, so he will give me some boiled pork slices."

After throwing out the trash, he returned to the training room and looked at the table on the left. There was still a faint smell of him in the training room.

For some reason, Jing Xiuzhu suddenly remembered the first time he met Ning Jianjing.

At that time, he was only 11 years old, thin and small, with little flesh all over his body, with two black grape-like eyes, timidly following a man.

It's ridiculous to say that he was sent to the Ning family as a "Chongxi".

The young master of the Ning family is named Ning Jianyao. From the name, it sounds like a medicine jar. He was born early from the mother's womb, and his health has been in poor health since he was born with a disease.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are completely irrelevant, so Mr. Ning began to seek "remedies". First, he changed his name, changed Yao to medicine, and found a child who matched his horoscope to raise at home. He could also give him blood transfusions when necessary, killing two birds with one stone. .

I haven't seen you for a few years, and that poor little boy has grown into such a fool.

I don't even remember myself anymore.

Time will erase a person's memory, and then fill in a new one, like a big wave washing the sand, polishing a person into another appearance.

Jing Xiuzhu sighed softly, looking down at an extremely blurry photo in the album, a white and limp boy, hugging his waist to get candied haws, but he couldn't reach it with his raised hand.

The boy looked aggrieved and a little annoyed. The older boy had a doting look on his face, and laughed with downcast eyes that he was short, and he would only be able to grow up if he grew taller, or else he would call him brother.

The child has a temper, does not want to eat and does not want to shout.

Jing Xiuzhu thought, if he was still around, he would be as big as Ning Jianjing, and he didn't know how he would be rounded and flattened by this world, maybe he wouldn't.

He is so obedient, even if he grows up, he should be a very gentle and polite man, but he is not in a hurry to lose his youthful air.

He should be as good-looking as Ning Jianjing, with a peachy look on his brows and eyes, making him loveable.

Jing Xiuzhu rubbed his forehead tiredly, slowly closed his eyes, and even overlapped Ning Jianjing's face with the young boy in his memory in a half-dream and half-awake state.

Their infinitely overlapping faces were all facing him, with round eyes open, holding him with thin and soft fingers, asking him over and over again why he lost himself.

Jing Xiuzhu had a severe headache, his fingertips clutched the edge of the table tightly, several veins stretched out on the back of his hand, two strands of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his breathing became more and more rapid, and finally he woke up suddenly.

Jing Xiuzhu woke up with heaving chest, took a long time to take out the medicine bottle from the locked drawer, poured out a few pills and ate it.

The cold light on the screen shone on his perennially pale face, and the color changed because of the transition of the picture, making the bright picture even more bloody.

He turned off the computer, walked to the door and turned off the lights in the training room.

In the silent base, his footsteps were clear and deafening. Jing Xiuzhu walked back to the dormitory through the cobblestone road behind.

The moment he pushed the door open, he subconsciously looked back at the closed door opposite him, but then looked away meaninglessly. He was really tired, and he could overlap Ning Jianjing with him.

Yeah, he hasn't had a good night's sleep for nine years.

Can't sleep, and have nightmares, neither of which is difficult.

The author has something to say: Lord Ning: I didn’t bring him food, it was my brother

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