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Chapter 244 But I'm Not Someone Else
"Come and sit here with me." Leaving aside the subject of the note, Jing Xing patted his side, signaling her to sit over.

Lin Qingyou stuffed the crumpled note back into her pocket, got up and sat beside him.

Jing Xing never took his eyes off her, turned his body sideways, leaned back lazily, and said in a calm voice, "Speak."

Lin Qingyou watched helplessly as he leaned back, and swallowed the phrase "There's ashes on it" that came to the tip of her tongue abruptly.

Forget it, it's all depended on, it's too late to say it, Jing Xing's obsession with cleanliness is so big, it's better to let him not know, at least feel better.

"What are you looking at?" Jing Xing waved his hand in front of her, drawing her attention back.

"..." Lin Qingyou finally looked away from his sleeves, coughed and said, "It's nothing."

I simply think that piece of glass should be wiped clean by him.

"Let's talk." Jing Xing put his right hand on the side of his face and looked at her with a leisurely attitude like an old man walking a bird.

"Ah," Lin Qingyou didn't keep up with his thinking, and asked with a blink of an eye, "What did you say?"

Jing Xing: "Why did you leave the school without telling me?"

Lin Qingyou: "This...you were sleeping when I came out."

"Little girl, you're avoiding the important ones." Jing Xing looked at her with a half-smile, and said slowly, "You know that's not what I'm asking."

Before she could speak, he leaned over, took her hand, and rolled up the sleeves of her school uniform, revealing a slender wrist. She didn't wear a watch, and the small number tattoo on the inside of her wrist was It was so brightly reflected in his pupils.

"November [-]." Touching the skin of her wrist with his slender fingertips, Jing Xing looked at the string of tattoos thoughtfully, and suddenly asked her, "What special day is today?"

Lin Qingyou was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect him to notice this little detail.

She usually wears a school uniform, the cuffs are long enough to cover up the string of tattoos, even in summer when she wears short sleeves, she still wears a wrist watch, which is barely exposed.

This tattoo has been there for more than half a year, and even Lin Hongwei, who has been with him day and night, didn't notice it.

"Since this morning, I've felt that your mood is not right." Jing Xing's fingertips gently stroked the skin on the inside of her wrist, not missing the flash of dazed emotion in her eyes.

Jing Xing originally thought that the small tattoo on her wrist would be related to Chen Zhou, whether it was the day when the two met each other or something, but seeing her state today, he felt something was wrong.

If it really has something to do with Chen Zhou, she doesn't need to show such a gloomy expression.

Jing Xing squinted his eyes, and his pupils became darker.Little Nuomi Tuanzi was sitting against the light, and the shadow of the light was cast obliquely from her side. The small neon lights hanging on the four corners of the Ferris wheel hatch flickered on and off, and even her dark pupils became flickering. darken.

Looking at it from this angle, most of her face was buried in the shadows, and he could only see the imperceptible self-loathing hidden in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

It's not difficult to answer Jing Xing's question, but there are too many things to say, Lin Qingyou didn't know where to start, her eyes flickered twice, her long eyelashes fell down at some point, her eyes stayed On the hand he held his slender wrist.

The boy's hand is different from the girl's, not so soft, but the joints are well defined, the fingers are slender, and the arc stretched out is smooth and slightly green. Through the light and shadow coming in from the window, the light blue blood vessels on the back of the hand can be faintly seen.

The touch from his fingertips felt warm, especially when pressed against her cold skin, Lin Qingyou looked at his gentle and strong movements, and suddenly asked him a question: "Jing Xing, do you believe Is this always the saying?"

Jing Xing looked at her with far-reaching eyes, he paused for a moment, did not answer immediately, but asked her instead: "Do you believe it?"

Lin Qingyou shook her head without hesitation.

"Why don't you believe it?" Jing Xing asked again.

Lin Qingyou pursed her lips and said nothing.

Why not?

She couldn't believe it, because she had seen the person who made the eternal promise shatter this dream with his own hands.

If even parents can't believe it in this world, Lin Qingyou doesn't know who is worthy of her trust. After a long silence, she suddenly sighed and said, "I didn't mean to tell you this, I just think... ..."

At this point, she stopped talking, as if she was thinking about her words.

"I just feel that life is already very heavy, so I don't want to bother others with unhappy things." Lin Qingyou said.

Before he finished speaking, Jing Xing raised his hand to cover the back of her hand, fixedly looked at her with a pair of beautiful dark eyes, and paused every word: "But I am not someone else."

Lin Qingyou's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her hand to touch his face, her voice was soft: "But I think every time you say my name, it's a beautiful part in your memory."

"Do you still remember what I said?" Jing Xing gently rubbed her palm, his voice and eyes softened, "My little glutinous rice ball, in my eyes, everything is good."

"Whether it's your happy or unhappy things, I want to know, because in my memory, as long as it is related to you, it is a beautiful part to me."

Lin Qingyou's long eyelashes drooped, she suddenly smiled, and said in a soft voice: "Jing Xing, I don't believe in eternity, but I want to believe in you."

What responded to her was a small gesture of hooking her heart.

"Actually, there's nothing I can't say, but I don't know how to say it." She lowered her voice, raised her other hand, and showed him the small tattoo on her wrist, "Today is my mother's anniversary Death day."

The answer was both expected and unexpected.

Jing Xing also thought about whether this string of numbers might be related to the time of her relatives' death, such as grandparents, grandparents, or good friends, but she never thought that it would be her mother.

The little glutinous rice dumpling has never shown it. When chatting with Du Mingyu and the others, she has never shy away from this topic, and she will talk about what my mother said in a natural tone.

"I want to ask why I never said this?" Lin Qingyou saw what he hadn't said, and the end of her eyes slightly curved.

"I'm afraid that after you know it, you will deliberately avoid the topic of family because of me. In fact, I don't mind what others say. There is no need to accommodate me."

　Ding ding ding I bought a new mouse (￣￣)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)