love out of time

Chapter 30

Jiang Ci paused, opened his hand, wiped the window quickly, and said softly, "It will always be paid back."

"One thousand a month, when do you plan to return it?"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Ci turned his head, facing Liang Jingxing's gaze.His eyes are extremely complicated, and he can't see clearly at a glance.Jiang Ci's eyes were heavy, "Do you think I'm pitiful?"

Liang Jingxing didn't say anything for a while, but Jiang Ci pursed his lips tightly and turned his face away, which left him with a stubborn head back.

Liang Jingxing sighed, which seemed to contain endless emotions.Jiang Ci's heart tightened, but he just lowered his gaze, his expression indifferent.

The traffic started to move, Liang Jingxing stepped on the accelerator, pressed the clutch, and followed the wriggling convoy slowly forward.Half an hour later, they finally left the most congested road and turned into a lane with less traffic.

When we arrived at Xiawangdong Road, the rain had stopped, and the smell of mud filled the air.Liang Jingxing picked up the coat from the back seat, put it on his arms, and followed behind Jiang Ci.She held the gray-blue checked umbrella in her hand and turned it unconsciously, splashing a string of tiny water droplets.

On the sixth floor, Jiang Ci took out the key from his schoolbag, was about to insert it in, and turned to look at him, "...the house is a bit messy."

She opened the door, raised her hand and pressed the switch on the side of the wall, and the pale yellow light of the incandescent lamp poured down.

Liang Jingxing swept it hastily and was startled.He had expected that the interior would be simple, but he didn't expect it to be this simple:

The house is only about forty square meters. The south side is separated by a cloth curtain. Inside is a single bed, a cloth wardrobe and a bookshelf. There was a folded table, and beside it was a stack of red plastic stools, the ones he had seen in the villa last time; a gas stove and liquefied gas tanks were placed by the corner window, a low cupboard, an old refrigerator, This was the kitchen; there was a small stall off to one side, with the door ajar, which presumably was a washroom.

Other than that, nothing else.

The house is old, the gaps in the floor tiles have turned black, and the simple ceiling of the gypsum board is swollen and yellow in large areas due to water seepage upstairs.The house probably wasn't well lit, and there was a damp musty smell when entering the house.

It's unimaginable that Jiang Ci, who used to live in rich clothes and fine food, now lives in such a place.

Jiang Ci pulled out one of the plastic stools from the stack, handed it to Liang Jingxing, and then brought the heater over and pressed the button, "Sit down for a while, warm your pants, and I'll boil some water."

Liang Jingxing sat down and pointed the heater at his wet trousers, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Ci.

She skillfully turned on the valve of the liquefied gas tank, lit the gas stove, filled half of the water in the kettle, and stomped on the stove.After a while, there was an offensive gas smell in the room without a range hood.

Jiang Ci opened the refrigerator door, turned to him and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

"Noodles okay?"

"random."

Soon the water boiled, Jiang Ci searched around and found that the disposable paper cups were used up, so he went to the bedroom to get his usual mug, rinsed it under the tap, poured half a cup of hot water, and handed it to Liang Jingxing, "There are usually no visitors at home, and you don't have any tea, so you just make do with it." She seemed to feel shabby, and her face was a little embarrassed.

The mug is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, dark red.Liang Jingxing took it, "It's all right."

He put the cup on the table beside him, still looking up at Jiang Ci.

She poured the rest of the kettle into the thermos, took down the pot hanging aside to boil water, took out a few tomatoes from the refrigerator, cut them into pieces, and stood by the stove, with one hand on her hip, quietly waiting for the water to boil. His expression was a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)