She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 257

The street lamp at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School has been in disrepair for a long time, and it will flash up and down from time to time to show its presence.

Lin Qingyou felt that since the two top bulbs Cheng Xu and Liang Jidong left, the surrounding brightness had decreased a lot.

Jing Xing was standing right in front of her, the dim yellow light slanted down from behind him, casting a halo of halo on his entire outline.

His eyes and emotions are hidden in the night.

Lin Qingyou tilted her head slightly, and from her angle, she could only see the shadow cast by his dark eyelashes.

After a pause, she called out his name in a soft voice.

"Jingxing..."

Calling his name, she lost her voice again, and shrugged her head lazily, looking like an abandoned stray cat.

Jing Xing's long eyelashes moved slightly, his eyes were deep and quiet.

When she just ran out of the house, Lin Qingyou really felt wronged in her heart, but after standing here for so long and being blown by the cold wind, she now has no other thoughts in her head except feeling cold.

Jing Xing looked down at her for two seconds, then suddenly sighed very lightly, and then stretched out his hand towards her, with a low and gentle voice: "Come here."

"Hmm..." Lin Qingyou dragged out the end of her voice in a dazed tone.

The distance between the two was only half a step, and after Lin Qingyou moved her footsteps, she almost fell into his arms.

Jing Xing raised his hand to press her head on his shoulder, patted her back again, and said, "Okay, cry."

"?" A question mark quickly appeared on Lin Qingyou's head.

cry?
Why is she crying?
"Aren't you unhappy?" Jing Xing said.

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Are all boys' thinking so straight-laugh when they are happy, cry when they are unhappy, and they won't turn a corner?
Jing Xing took out a pack of tissues from nowhere, and said, "The tissues are all ready."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

The tissues are all ready, just waiting for you to cry.

Did she have to squeeze two tears out together, so that he didn't waste his heart?
"...I don't need the tissues. I'm just a little unhappy, and I haven't reached the point where I have to cry." Her voice muffled from his arms.

But now that little bit of unhappiness seems to have been replaced by the violent cold air in Xiangzhou.

Lin Qingyou felt that if a person was unhappy, he could really consider taking advantage of the winter to run naked around the Xiangjiang River twice. After running, the sadness in his head would almost dissipate.

The rest is nothing but cold.

The dilapidated old street lamp behind Jing Xing seemed to be choking on the dog food, and the dim yellow light bulb began to flicker on and off, as if to declare his protest.

Under this flickering light, a slight sound of "click" sounded in the air along with the wind blowing from the ground.

Sounds like the sound of a phone camera taking a picture?
Lin Qingyou subconsciously followed the voice and turned her head away. She never imagined that Jing Xing was hanging his head, with his side face pressed against her hair. With this movement, the pinna of her ear unconsciously touched his lips. horn.

The darkness makes the body's sense of touch more acute, and the touch of Jing Xing's lips brushing against her ear is particularly obvious.

The boy's thin lips were soft and soft, with a warm breath.

Lin Qingyou's movements paused slightly, and she didn't dare to move anymore.

That touch was so obvious that Jing Xing was also taken aback for a while, then he narrowed his eyes and his black pupils sank.

The girl who secretly took the photo didn't expect that she forgot to turn off the mute. Fortunately, the flash was not turned on, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

Seeing the school bully and his glutinous rice balls for some reason, Qiqi didn't react, the girl breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fears, and hurriedly put away her phone, like a rabbit running for her life, hopping around Run away.

The air seemed to freeze for a second or two.

Jing Xing's long eyelashes pressed even lower, he raised his hand, his cold white and slender fingertips stroked the corners of his lips slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Nutmi Tuan, you..."

"I want to drink milk!" Afraid that he would mention the moment just now, Lin Qingyou interrupted him without thinking, "Drink hot milk."

Jing Xing: "..."

Hot, milk?
It was only when Lin Qingyou met his speechless eyes that she realized what she said in a hurry.

Perhaps the life-continuing milk occupies a large part of her life. The sentence "I want to drink milk" just blurted out without thinking, and it became a great tool to change the subject and save the situation.

The topic has indeed been changed, just looking at Jing Xing's expression, Lin Qingyou feels that the topic has been changed not so successfully.

Jing Xing was silent for a while, and asked her again as if confirming: "...Want to drink hot milk?"

"...Yes, yes."

Lin Qingyou faced his eyes of "Did I have a fucking auditory hallucination", bit the bullet and continued to write down.

"I didn't eat much for dinner, and I was a little hungry. I don't think people can be hungry. Once they are hungry, they tend to feel empty in life."

This is followed by a sentence added by the life mentor Uncle Chen Zhou-one cannot be idle, and it is easy to think about things when you are free.

"Have you got your phone?" She cleared her throat and asked again.

"...I took it." Jing Xing didn't care about her lame and blunt topic change, but sighed, leaned over and took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the school uniform she was wearing, and handed it to her.

Five minutes later, the two sat at the KFC grandpa across from the school.

The air conditioner was turned on in KFC, and the warmth from the head dispelled the bitterness brought by the cold winter.

Jing Xing transported hot milk here again and again.

Seeing that the entire table was covered, Lin Qingyou couldn't bear it anymore, and asked aloud, "Why did you buy so many?"

Jing Xing worked tirelessly to put the last glass of milk on the table, opened the seat and sat down opposite her, "Didn't your cousin buy you ten glasses last time?"

Lin Qingyou: "...how do you know?"

Jing Xing said, "I saw it in the post bar."

He inserted the straw into the milk cup, pushed it over slowly, and smiled gently: "Hey, you have to take a sip of each of these twenty cups."

"..."

Lin Qingyou didn't know why this milk aroused his desire to win again. Fortunately, what he said was to take a sip of each cup, instead of "Hey, you have to finish each of these twenty cups".

Jing Xing supported his chin, tapped his fingertips on the table, looked at her with wet eyes, lowered his voice, sounding inexplicably aggrieved: "Nuomituan, I bought this for you. Yes, you don't want to drink what I bought for you, do you?"

(End of this chapter)