She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 486 Jing Xing: "Because I'm in a bad mood."

After being silent for a while, Wei Shuyu said: "I can't say a word or two, you will come over when the time comes, and then you will know. Mom will tell you in person."

Jing Xing didn't ask any more questions this time, he just said hello.

Wei Shuyu said again, "Mom is going to the meeting first, and the location will be sent to you in advance on the weekend", and then hung up the phone hastily.

Jing Xing stared at the darkened phone screen for a while, and instead of going back to the classroom, he went up to the rooftop along the side stairs.

At this time, the sky was not yet completely dark, but the moon and stars had already quietly appeared. In the distance, Qixia Mountain was hidden in the mist rising from the water surface of Xiangjiang River, only revealing a faint outline.

The sky and the earth were about to be dark, and everything was hazy. Jing Xing sat on the ground, leaning against the eaves wall behind him, with his head slightly drooping, one leg bent, and his wrist resting on it.

Most of his face was hidden in the shadows, his expression was vague and indistinct, as if he was deeply immersed in some unknown emotion.

After an unknown amount of time, the screen of the mobile phone in his hand suddenly lit up, accompanied by two buzzing vibrations, indicating that a message had come in.

With a slight movement of Jing Xing's hand, his finger bones tightened slightly, and he suddenly regained his senses.

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

After clicking on the chat interface of WeChat, several WeChat messages popped up.

[Small glutinous rice dumpling]:?
[Little glutinous rice dumpling]: Where have you been?
[Small glutinous rice dumpling]: Class is over.

[Small glutinous rice dumpling]: hit you.jpg
It seems that he has been watching him for not replying to the message, so Xiao Nuomi Duanzi sent an emoji of hitting you angrily.

The surrounding area was very quiet, the faint light and shadow from the screen reflected on his face, Jing Xing lowered his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes pulled two slender shadows under his eyes, making him look obscure.

Two minutes later, another short voice came.

"Where have you been? Brother, are you planning to skip class?" Probably because of the self-study class, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's voice was very low, so it seemed a little vague.

Jing Xing closed his eyelids and stared blankly for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pulled down the zipper of his jacket, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, bit them in his mouth, and lit them.

The end of summer has passed, the temperature at night has dropped, and the wind pours in from the neckline of the sweater, bringing the coolness of autumn night.

He tilted his head back and slowly exhaled the smoke ring. The hand holding the cigarette was put back on his bent leg, and the fingertip of the other hand clicked on the voice message on the phone screen.

Jing Xing lowered his eyes and listened to it several times, his slightly cold eyes softened.

After a long while, he slightly bent the corner of his lower lip, tapped the cigarette with his fingertips, and shook off the ash. Then, he stood up slowly while supporting the eaves wall behind him with one hand.

When I went back, most of the first quarter's evening self-study had passed.

There is no teacher in the classroom, but it is still quiet. Most of the students are lying on the table, playing with their mobile phones with their heads down.

Jing Xing walked in from the back door.

As soon as he sat down in his seat, Lin Qingyou smelled tobacco on him.

It's very faint, almost dissipated by the evening wind, but you can still smell it when you get close.

Lin Qingyou set up a book on the table, leaned over with her head tilted, and asked him in a low voice, "Where have you been?"

Although she knew she was hiding her head under the book, the teacher standing on the podium could see what she was doing at a glance, making it even more obvious that she was trying to cover it up, but Lin Qingyou still touched the book habitually, even in the classroom at the moment. There is no teacher.

Sometimes, the purpose of using books as a cover is not to make the teacher invisible, but simply to seek psychological comfort.

"The rooftop." Jing Xing said.

It turned out that he was going to the rooftop above, no wonder he felt a coolness on his body.

Jing Xing raised his hand and took off the schoolbag hanging on the back of the chair, and put the half pack of cigarettes left in his pocket into the schoolbag.

Lin Qingyou watched his movements, her eyes flickered slightly.

She knew that Jing Xing smoked, but he seldom brought cigarettes to school, because once before he was touched by Lao Xu, and Lao Xu dragged him over for the sake of the health of the students to educate him earnestly I took most of the class.

Jing Xing was afraid of trouble, so he simply didn't take out the cigarette.

The zipper of the schoolbag was closed, Jing Xing hung up the schoolbag again, put his arms on the desk, and lay down lazily on the desk, with obvious tiredness in his eyes.

Lin Qingyou looked at him for a while, put away the half-disguised book standing on the table, then leaned over, resting her head lightly on his elbow, and asked softly, "How do you hide?" Woke up to smoke?"

Jing Xing's other hand touched the top of her hair, without hiding it from her: "Because I'm in a bad mood."

It's strange, when he was young, he wanted Wei Shuyu to care about him so much, but when he grew up, every time Wei Shuyu called, he was only unhappy.

If it is abandonment, it is better to abandon it more thoroughly.

Such an occasional call has no meaning other than disturbing his mood.

He is no longer the child who always cried for his mother when he was a child.

Lin Qingyou looked at him with wet eyes, Jing Xing laughed when she saw her, he stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "Why does my Xiaotuanzi have such an expression?"

Seeing that he was unhappy, she seemed to be about to cry.

Lin Qingyou pursed her lips and did not reply to his words. Instead, she took out a lollipop from her pocket, peeled off the wrapper, held it in front of him, and said softly, "Eat the candy."

She didn't know what happened just now, and felt that she shouldn't ask rashly when he was in a bad mood, so she didn't know how to comfort him, she could only use the most clumsy method.

Seeing the lollipop raised in front of him, Jing Xing straightened up and looked down at her.

Little Nuomi Tuanzi's wet eyes were looking at him without blinking, his eyes were clean and pure, and his figure was clearly reflected in the black pupils.

Other than that, there is no one else.

Like, she only sees him in her eyes.

In an instant, Jing Xing's mood suddenly became less bad.

He bowed his head in accordance with her intentions, opened his mouth and bit the lollipop.

The sweet and greasy taste soon spread on the tip of his tongue, and he squinted his eyes.

The little glutinous rice dumpling leaned towards him: "Aren't you happy?"

"Seeing you makes me feel better." Jing Xing rolled his eyes, and his voice sounded like it was back to normal, a little lazy.

"If I could hold hands, I'd be in a better mood." He stretched out his hand towards her, tapped twice on the table with his fingertips, and then fell under the belly of the table.

(End of this chapter)