She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 707 [Extra] Good (1)

If there was a selection of the top ten tragic male protagonists this year, Jing Xing felt that he should be on the list.

Because his honeymoon trip didn't work out.

Not only did it fail, but they were forced to start getting married and then separated.

In mid-October, there was an academic exchange activity led by an old professor in the School of Psychology of Hunan University. They were going to Heidelberg University in Germany to conduct research on neuroscience experiments. In addition to the seniors and sisters who were in the second and third grades, there were three places for the first graders. .

As an excellent successor determined to devote herself to socialist construction, Lin Qingyou resolutely submitted the application form.

Three days later, the list of students for the exchange team was finalized.

Not surprisingly, her name was on the list.

When submitting the application form before, Lin Qingyou thought to tell Jing Xing after it was confirmed, but she didn't expect to leave in such a hurry.

After the list was finalized, the old professor informed the students to pack their things on the same day and wait for the flight at the airport at eight o'clock the next day.

How to speak to Jing Xing has become a rather melancholy issue for her now.

Lin Qingyou is starting to regret it now. If she knew that when she handed in the application form, she would have told Jing Xing first. At least there was still a buffer time. Now she just cuts it off and leaves. I don't know if he will lose his temper.

Sure enough, when I mentioned this matter to Jing Xing at night, Jing Xing's expression... well, I couldn't tell whether it was happy or unhappy, but it seemed quite calm anyway.

"Why don't you talk?" Lin Qingyou lay on the counter and looked at him with her chin in her hand.

Jing Xing rolled up his shirt to his elbows, lowered his eyes and began to wash the dishes: "Want to hear what I have to say?"

Lin Qingyou blinked: "Just... a farewell word?"

Jing Xing paused for a while while washing the dishes, then turned down the faucet calmly, and said in a calm voice, "I wish you a good journey?"

"..."

"If you are interested in literature and art, who will you go with your teacher? A boat with a bright moon and a smooth sail?"

"..."

I even wrote a farewell poem.

Lin Qingyou said to herself, why didn't I see you like ancient poems so much when I was in high school before, didn't I always watch the texts you memorized?
But what she did was really a bit preposterous. Lin Qingyou thought about it, and decided to skip this not-so-good topic, and settled the bill for him with her fingers: "It's only six weeks, I'll go tomorrow, Be back before Christmas."

Jing Xing glanced at her with a half-smile, "We Chinese don't celebrate Christmas."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Hey, I can't talk, I can't continue talking.

The two of them ate, and there were not many bowls and chopsticks on the table, so they finished cleaning in 10 minutes. Jing Xing washed his hands, walked around the counter and walked to the living room.

Lin Qingyou had already packed her suitcase and was lying on the sofa idly watching TV.

Jing Xing glanced at it, and it was a very literary love movie, it was black and white, French, it looked quite old, and the little glutinous rice dumpling watched it with gusto.

A little emotional in his heart, Jing Xing didn't say a word, took a tablet and sat down, bowed his head to deal with the work.

After finishing the last bit of work at hand, it was already more than half an hour later.

Putting down the tablet, Jing Xing raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck, glanced at the TV screen from the corner of his eye, and then paused.

The male and female protagonists on the screen are kissing fiercely, and the kiss is about to burn like firewood, and the kiss is indescribable.

"..."

It was only then that Jing Xing noticed the sound coming from the TV, and at some point it would not be able to be played outside, and the little glutinous rice dumpling was watching intently as if no one was there.

The spirit is called a high degree of concentration.

(End of this chapter)