Chapter 45

Jing Yuwen always felt that something was wrong, he thought about it carefully, no, there is no thunder now, so why is he still in the same bed with Xiang Siye?

He wanted to jab at Siye and let this guy get up so he could go back to his bed.

The boy's breathing was gentle, the breath hit Jing Yuwen's nose slightly, and there was a warm smell of lavender. Jing Yuwen swallowed, and suddenly felt that it was good, ahhh, what is it? ? He slapped himself in the bottom of his heart. He didn't go back just because it was almost dawn, so he could sleep a little longer with less trouble.

After two days of rain and thunder and lightning, today is finally sunny. After the autumn rain, the sun is gentle.

During class, Jing Yuwen stretched and turned to look out the window to relax his eyes. The breeze blew the pine tree tips outside the window. He asked Lao Jing to help him buy Cosine's favorite anime figure. It should have arrived recently, and he just went back to get it today.

Jing Yuwen turned around, leaned his back against the wall, raised his foot and gently kicked Xiang Siye's chair: "Xiang Gou, I'm going home today."

Xiang Siye was writing questions, he stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Jing Yuwen: "It's a coincidence, I'll go back too."

Jing Yuwen remembered that he told Xiang Siye yesterday to let him go home less and that he would accompany him at school. Now, after hearing what he said, Jing Yuwen was not worried that he would no longer be accompanied, but began to worry about him when he returned home. Will my brother abuse him?

"Are you going home? Will your brother hit you again?"

Xiang Siye raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose: "Well, probably not, don't worry, brother."

Jing Yuwen's brows were slightly wrinkled, but he was still not at ease, and said righteously: "Xianggou, if your brother does something, you find me, and I will immediately protect you!"

Xiang Siye frowned, as if his brain was occupied by some memories, and did not speak.

"To the dog!"

Xiang Siye was astonished: "Well, good."

Jing Yuwen nodded, took out his mobile phone from the table, and Jing Zhuo sent a WeChat message.

My dad: pick you up from school today.

Jing: Lao Jing, did you buy the figurine you bought for me?

My dad: I forgot, you didn't remind me, is it too late to buy it now?

Jing Yuwen regretted not asking about the whereabouts of Jing Zhuo's figure before. He believed in Jing Zhuo too much, and Jing Zhuo never let him down since he was a child. This time, it may be because he has been too busy with work recently.

Jing Yuwen silently calculated in his heart, the delivery will take five or six days at most, and the big deal will be that he will go home on Friday to pick it up.

Jing: All right, then you can buy it.

My dad: No problem.

After Jing Yuwen sent the message, he put the phone back on the table, lay on the table and stroked the longer strands of hair in front of his forehead, thinking that he must ask Ms. Su to cut it when he got home today.

A clean and indifferent voice came from my ear: "Can I cut it for you next week?"

Hearing this, Jing Yuwen leaned against the wall with some vigilance: "What are you doing? Do you really want to cut?"

Xiang Siye chuckled: "I really want to."

Zhou Hong suddenly turned around and said, "Master Jing, do you want to cut your hair?"

Jing Yuwen nodded: "Why? You want to cut it for me too?"

Xiang Siye's eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Hong, his eyes seemed to warn of something.

Zhou Hong waved his hand: "No no no, don't get me wrong, Xiang God, I mean I know a barber shop, and there is a master in it with superb craftsmanship, and it's very cheap!"

Saying that, Zhou Hong raised his hand and touched his thorn from the beginning to the end, a little proud: "Lord Jing, look, my head was made by that old master for me, is it cool?"

Jing Yuwen looked at Zhou Hong's head and suddenly wanted to laugh a little bit. He forcibly held back his laughter and threw the topic to Xiang Siye: "Xiang Gou, what do you think?"

Xiang Siye calmly said: "Well, he is indeed a cool guy."

Jing Yuwen laughed out loud: "Cool, it's so cool, I'd better go home and let my mother cut it for me."

Zhou Hong looked serious: "Why, am I not cool enough?"

Jing Yuwen wanted to laugh even more when he looked at his serious face. Xiang Siye was probably infected by Jing Yuwen's laughter, and laughed out loud.

Zhou Hong frowned: "Fan Jia, don't you think my head is cool?"

Fan Jia looked at his head and swallowed: "It's cool, believe in yourself."

After he finished speaking, he kept laughing and continued to brush the questions.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong felt aggrieved and said, "You liars!"

After Jing Yuwen finished laughing, he leaned his back against the wall and said solemnly: "Actually, Da Zhou is pretty good-looking, but this hairstyle is very cool on your head. It may be different for me."

Zhou Hong single raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

Jing Yuwen said, "Really, if you don't believe me, ask Xianggou!"

Zhou Hong's eyes turned to Xiang Siye, and nodded to Siye: "He's right."

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Then I believe you."

After speaking, he turned his head back confidently.

In the afternoon, before the last get out of class was over, Jing Yuwen started to pack up. When the bell rang, his schoolbag was already packed. He stood up and habitually waited for Xiang Siye to pack up.

"Hurry up to the dog."

Xiang Siye was stunned for a moment: "Will we go together today?"

Jing Yuwen took it for granted: "Let's go out together."

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay!"

He quickly packed his things and went downstairs with Jing Yuwen.

After school on Friday, the corridor was crowded. The two boys walked side by side. Jing Yuwen looked in front of him, and Xiang Siye turned his head to look at him.

Jing Yuwen kept saying, "Cosine's birthday next Saturday, don't go home next Saturday."

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

"I feel like I'm going to cool down in the next two days, so remember to bring some extra clothes."

"it is good."

"I felt it today, tsk, the breeze is cool."

"really."

"The National Day holiday will be released in a few days. It seems that there is only one day."

"Um."

"If your brother bullies you when you go home, you must tell me, and I will rush to your house and beat your brother up!"

"it is good."

After going back and forth, Jing Yuwen suddenly felt that he had a lot of words, and he complained to himself: "Why am I like a chatterbox."

Xiang Siye raised his hand and rubbed Jing Yuwen's hair: "It's good."

Jing Yuwen pushed Xiang Siye's hand away and covered his head: "Fuck you, there are so many people here, I don't want to bother with you!"

Xiang Siye smiled: "Thank you brother."

Jing Yuwen pouted, "That's why I'm so arrogant..."

A rush of voices came from behind, and the fat man from an unknown class hurried down: "Borrowed and borrowed, and smashed the irons!"

He ran too fast and bumped into Jing Yuwen. Jing Yuwen went down one step before Xiang Siye. When he was hit by this fat man, he fell backwards. He crossed his armpit and hugged him.

"Brother be careful."

The fat man turned around as he ran: "I'm sorry, Lord Jing!"

Jing Yuwen felt comfortable leaning back like this: "It's okay, don't pull in your pants."

Xiang Siye tilted his head: "Brother, there are still people going downstairs behind."

Jing Yuwen then stood up straight and continued to walk downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Jing Zhuo parked the car on the side of the road and waited for his son to come out at the school gate. Jing Yuwen saw him at first sight and waved frantically: "Old Jing!"

Jing Yuwen ran, and Xiang Siye followed him.

Running to Jing Zhuo's side, Jing Yu Wen said, "This is my dad, you've seen it before."

Xiang Siye smiled politely: "Hello, uncle."

Jing Zhuo looked at Xiang Siye carefully, and suddenly said, "You are the one, why is this higher than Xiaowen?"

Xiang Siye wondered, "Huh?"

Jing Yuwen said, "Why? Are you blaming me for not being as tall as Xiang Siye? Isn't that your problem?"

Jing Zhuo smiled: "It's okay, it doesn't prevent Xiaowen from being nice to you."

Jing Yuwen: ?

Xiang Siye: ?

Jing Yuwen suddenly remembered the joke that Jing Zhuo made to himself when we met last time, and he pushed Jing Zhuo's shoulder: "Dad, Xiang Siye has to go home, let's go back too, I'm hungry. "

He turned back and said goodbye to Xiang Siye: "Be careful on the way to the dog!"

Jing Zhuo also waved to Xiang Siye: "Goodbye!"

When he got into the car, Jing Yuwen buckled his seat belt and complained, "Dad, what are you doing, you, we are not in that kind of relationship, it's easy for people to hate me like this."

Jing Zhuo said while reversing the car, "Are you afraid that people will hate you? Son, to be honest, you won't really bend, will you?"

Jing Yuwen frowned: "I just don't want our friendship to be broken because of these things, what's wrong with it? You want your son to be gay?"

Jing Zhuo smiled: "That's not true. I respect your wishes. If there is one day, don't worry, son, Dad will definitely find a way to get Su Yan."

Jing Yuwen was almost mad at his father: "I didn't have that day, I'm fine, I'm not gay."

Jing Yuwen leaned his head to the side, raised his hand and stroked the hair on his forehead, and said, "Go home and let my mother cut my hair."

Jing Zhuo said, "Your mother won't come home tonight, we will sleep in the master bedroom,"

Jing Yuwen asked, "Where is my mother going if you don't go home?"

Jing Zhuo explained: "It is said that there will be a meeting in the capital tomorrow morning, and now I have taken the high-speed train over there."

Jing Yuwen pouted: "I didn't tell me a word, it's really not my own."

Jing Zhuo smiled: "It's okay, I'll go home and pick up Su Ting later, I'll treat you to a good meal."

Jing Yuwen touched his empty stomach, and sure enough, he was still too easily satisfied.

Although Jing Yuwen knew about Su Ting before, there would still be some embarrassment to eat together. In addition to eating, this meal was to listen to Jing Zhuo tell some stories about their childhood.

In the evening, Jing Yuwen ran into Jing Zhuo's bedroom after taking a shower. He didn't seem to have come in for a long time. There was a simple hanger at the door. In addition to Ms. Su's dress, there was a red scarf on it.

Jing Yuwen stared at the red scarf and looked at it. Jing Zhuo lay on the bed and put down his mobile phone: "Why, you forgot your handicraft class in junior high school?"

"A little bit of an impression."

Jing Yuwen picked up the scarf and looked at it. It was extremely ugly and the lines were crooked, but he remembered that he seemed to treasure this scarf before, and he was not willing to wear it once, because it was the first time he knitted it by himself.

He put the scarf back on the hanger, lay on the bed, picked up the phone and found Xiang Siye's dialog.