Those illusory words caused Jiang Ji to toss and turn all night without falling asleep, even when he closed his eyes.

If you want to blame him, no one has ever spoken love words to him since he was a child.

Jiang had already pulled the quilt over his head, thinking that Wen Shiqing didn't speak clearly, which made him flustered.

Hateful dog man!

Tang Suisui returned to school after a week since he was defeated by Jiang Ji last time, and he lowered his head when he saw Jiang Ji, like a mouse hiding from a cat.

In addition, in the cafeteria before, many people watched the grievances between Jiang Ji and Tang Suisui.

Everyone didn't hear clearly what Jiang Ji and Tang Suisui had said. They only knew that Tang Suisui fell ill on the spot and was taken to the hospital.

As a result, the people coming and going at the school looked at Jiang Ji with a little strange eyes, as if they had already blamed Tang Suisui's illness on Jiang Ji.

Jiang already didn't take it to heart, he should eat and drink, and if he had nothing to do, he would make an appointment with Lu Heming to make up lessons, or go to the office to use the air conditioner while studying seriously.

During this period, Song Anzhi came to him more than once, as if he wanted to apologize for misunderstanding him last time, but Jiang Ji ignored them.

From Jiang Ji's point of view, what Song Anzhi was thinking had nothing to do with him, and he didn't take Song Anzhi's thoughts seriously.

Xu Ran followed behind him all day long, but most of the time he couldn't stay for half an hour and ran away again.

Jiang no longer knew what Xu Ran was doing, he only thought that the other party was monitoring him for Song Anzhi, so as not to trouble Tang Suisui.

He rolled his eyes in his heart, as long as Tang Suisui didn't come to trouble him, he wished he wouldn't have any face-to-face encounters with Tang Suisui.

Xu Ran never expected that his stalking and stalking would be regarded as having other intentions, and the pursued person didn't even have the slightest awareness of being stalked and beaten.

Jiang has been living his life step by step, calling Grandma Jiang on time every day.

But Grandma Jiang is very addicted to cards, and sometimes she goes to Fight the Landlords, but she may not always receive his calls. Jiang Ji can only hear his old lady's voice by luck.

And Wen Shiqing fulfilled his promise as he said, and would come to pick up Jiang Ji in person as long as he was not busy, which fully guaranteed Jiang Ji's personal safety.

Jiang already almost thought that he was living the life of a wealthy young master.

The weather is getting colder and colder. Yanjing is located in the north, but it is not completely north. There is heating in winter, but it is not winter yet, and don't know when the heating will be turned on.

Jiang Ji was naturally afraid of the cold, and his nose would turn red when the cold wind blew. He had to wrap himself up tightly when he went out in the morning.

After getting into Wen Shiqing's car and turning on the air conditioner, he felt satisfied.

“Uncle Wen, will it snow this winter?”

Jiang already lay on the edge of the window with some curiosity, looking out the window at the paralyzed man who was buying roasted sweet potatoes, feeling a little greedy.

Wen Shiqing's body was straight. Hearing this, his gaze followed his gaze to the window: "It will snow."

Jiang Ji was depressed: "Who knows for sure, didn't it snow last year? But it froze to death."

Wen Shiqing said concisely: "I will go down."

Jiang Ji didn't take his words to heart at all, just nodded casually, and asked Assistant Yang to stop: "I'll go down and buy a roasted sweet potato."

He turned to look at Wen Shiqing: "Do you want it?"

Wen Shiqing froze for a moment, then shook her head: "No need."

After the words fell, Jiang had already opened the door and rushed away.

Wen Shiqing smiled helplessly, bowed his head and said, "How is the situation with the old man?"

Assistant Yang responded: "I have changed the medicine for a month, and I am currently in the adaptation period. The effect is not very great, and no one has noticed it."

During the speech, the man's finger landed on the computer keyboard, moved his finger slightly, and closed the window: "Be smart, don't be caught by the pigtails, and you won't be able to protect you then."

Assistant Yang tensed up and nodded quickly: "Yes!"

Jiang Ji went quickly and came back quickly, he ran back with three sweet potatoes in his arms, bouncing back, and brought them into the carriage with the fireworks outside.

He not only bought his own, but also Assistant Yang's and Wen Shiqing's.

He was so hot that he was in a hurry, and he touched his ears with his fingers, which was a little funny.

He gave the sweet potato to Assistant Yang first, and Assistant Yang was immediately flattered: "Thank you, Mr. Xiaojiang."

Jiang already patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be polite, I bought it with full price!"

Assistant Yang said in a daze: "Can you still install it in installments?"

Jiang Ji: "What's the installment? You're too poor for a single sweet potato."

Assistant Yang: "Oh, isn't it? Didn't Mr. Xiaojiang say it?"

Jiang already felt that he was too serious and boring, so he ignored him and gave Wen Shiqing another sweet potato.

Wen Shiqing was a little surprised: "Didn't you say you don't need it?"

Jiang already felt that he had never tasted these snacks in the market, so he decided to make Wen Shiqing really fragrant, and quickly said: "Try it, it's delicious, it's sweet, I always like to eat this stuff."

As he said, nostalgia appeared in his eyes: "When I was a child in Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng was underdeveloped, and sweet potatoes were grown from house to house, so few people went to buy roasted sweet potatoes, so there were none for sale.It was my grandma who threw it into the fire and baked it for me."

"It's so sweet, every time I eat it, I feel like I'm on holiday."

He grinned: "The sweet potatoes thrown in the fire will turn black when taken out. Every time I finish eating, my face seems to be painted. I wipe my face with my clothes, and Ms. Jiang chases me with a rattan stick."beat."

Maybe the scene he described was too warm, and Wen Shiqing didn't refuse his feeding.

Jiang Ji watched helplessly as he broke off a piece into his mouth, with a look of waiting for praise, which was really a bit funny.

Wen Shiqing raised his hand, and gently tapped the tip of his nose with knuckle fingers: "This is not the first time I have eaten."

Jiang already put away his expectant expression immediately, picked up his own sweet potato and took a bite, the sweet and soft sweet potato melted in his mouth.

With a satisfied face, he asked in wonder, "Uncle Wen, when did you eat it? How did you think of eating it?"

In his eyes, Wen Shiqing is like a banished fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. It is hard to imagine under what circumstances he would buy a roasted sweet potato at a roadside stall to eat.

Wen Shiqing paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said shortly, "My mother once bought it for me."

Jiang Ji's heart skipped a beat, annoyed that he was a pig, asked what was wrong, and stepped on someone else's wound.

It's no wonder that Wen Shiqing didn't want to eat it, it turned out that this sweet potato bears some bad memories.

Jiang already regretted his self-assessment.

He smiled mischievously, and immediately changed the subject: "Oh, Assistant Yang, please drive faster, I'm going to be late."

Assistant Yang said yes, then slammed on the gas pedal, and quickly and steadily sent Jiang already to the school gate.

When he got out of the car, Jiang had already tidied up his clothes. He was thinking about whether he should take out the scarf in the trunk and wrap it around it.

But he thought about it again, it was only late autumn, and now he was wearing a scarf, but in winter he had to wear two layers.

If you find it troublesome, let it go.

When getting out of the car, Wen Shiqing, who was sitting in the car, also got out of the car.

He tidied up his collar for Jiang, his voice was slightly deep, like spring rain after a rain, falling gently onto the tip of his heart.

"I may have work in the afternoon, so I will ask Xiao Yang to pick you up. Call me if you need anything."

He is taller than Jiang Ji by more than half a head. Jiang Ji looked up at him, tiptoeing a little depressed: "Uncle, why are you so tall? When will I be as tall as you."

Wen Shiqing patted his head on a furry knitted hat, feeling a little uncomfortable in his hand, he bent his lips: "Drink more milk."

"I'm not a three-year-old kid, so I can't fool me anymore."

Once upon a time, for the sake of the Yangtze River, drank milk for several years, and finally drank people poorly, made people into lactose intolerance, and drank people to the toilet every day, but the height still stubbornly stayed where it was.

"Also, uncle, you can tell me if you have any unhappy things next time." Jiang Ji patted the man on the shoulder, acting like an elder: "I'm your emotional trash can, don'tCan't let go."

It was only today that Jiang Ji realized that although Wen Shiqing seemed omnipotent, he was also a human being, and as a human being, he would feel sad, happy and angry.

But Wen Shiqing had been wiping his ass all this time, and he hadn't done anything for Wen Shiqing.

How much is a bit outrageous!

So he decided to do something for Wen Shiqing.

Wen Shiqing lowered his eyes, watching the cold wind make the tip of the boy's nose turn red.

Just got out of the car.

He couldn't bear to pinch the little boy's cheek, and smiled softly: "Got it."

He seemed to see through his thoughts, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't feel guilty, in fact, I have forgotten what my mother looks like."

"Uncle doesn't love her, so he won't miss her or mention her."

Jiang was stunned for a moment, he pressed his hat to block the cold wind, and asked in confusion, "Does uncle have someone he loves?"

If a person doesn't even love his mother, who else will he love?

Jiang Ji naively thought that although he had never met his parents, he still had fantasies about them when he was young, and he would not hate them.They find excuses and reasons to abandon him.

Moreover, he remembered that the only person who loved Wen Shiqing in this world should be his mother.

But why doesn't he love his mother?

Wen Shiqing pulled the brim of his hat to cover his blank eyes and block his gaze.

The autumn wind is rustling, the class bell is ringing in my ears, and the uncle doorman in the distance seems to be shouting.But Jiang Ji's eyes were dark, and he could only hear a man's voice answering him gently and without landing: "Uncle doesn't love anyone."

"So, Xiao Jiang, try to be the only person my uncle loves."

Although this sounded like a sigh, it seemed like a beggar on the side of the road was stumbling and begging, and it was also like a homeless tramp praying in a deserted night.

Pray to the gods to grant him infinite favor.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang blinked in a daze, and stood in the cold wind blowing into his sleeves.

He looked at the car exhaust left behind, and his heartbeat finally calmed down after the strong collision.

He touched his cold face, and thought slowly, he probably doesn't love Wen Shiqing, he is a person who is very afraid of love.

Because where there is love, there will be loss, and he is afraid of losing.

But just now, he wavered.

Shake wildly.

Maybe Wen Shiqing was too gentle, as if she had the illusion that letting him go would make her extremely unwilling.

Suddenly, his forehead touched a patch of water, he raised his head in confusion, opened his hand in a daze, and caught a goose-feather-like snowflake that fell from the sky. The snowflake melted in his palm, and Wen Shiqing resolutely said, "It will fall."

The world is wrapped in plain clothes, cheers are heard from the school not far away, snow falls on the top of the head, on the eyebrows, and falls into the collar.

Jiang Ji looked at the puddle of water in his palm, and he suddenly felt that he might try to love someone, even if he was prepared to lose it at any time.

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