love out of time

Chapter 64

After a long while of silence, Liang Jingxing didn't speak again.Jiang Ci raised his eyes: "Is this the end of the chat?"

"Of course, what else are you going to talk about?"

Jiang Ci squinted at him, "What about us?"

Liang Jingxing looked away for a moment, "We have nothing to talk about."

Jiang Ci immediately stood up from the sofa, squatted in front of Liang Jingxing, looked up at him, "Uncle Liang, you are dishonest."

Liang Jingxing supported his forehead, "Don't call me that."

Jiang Ci laughed, "Are you really regretting it?"

Liang Jingxing's eyes fell on her face, calm and indifferent, just like him, "No regrets, what is there to regret, after living for 30 years, what kind of ending is unacceptable."

Jiang Ci didn't think about his words. Hearing him say that, her heart was filled with joy, she just felt happy. She took a step forward, leaned her head on his knee, and called softly, "Liang Jingxing .”

Liang Jingxing let out a "huh" and reached out to stroke her hair gently.

After a while, Jiang Ci's feet became numb, and then he stood up.She still has countless questions to ask him, but she also feels that she should spend some time going through all the ups and downs that have happened in the past few hours.Since Liang Jingxing accepted her, she had plenty of time, so there was nothing to worry about.

"I want to go to bed first."

Liang Jingxing stood up, "Okay, you should rest for a while."

Jiang Ci was led to the bedroom with the cloakroom. She stopped at the door and asked him tentatively, "Who usually sleeps in this room? Chen Juefei?"

"Xu Jinhuan."

When asking this question, Jiang Ci kept looking at Liang Jingxing, but his expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with having a woman often living with him.

Still wanting to ask more carefully, Liang Jingxing's mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, and he hurriedly said: "I'm right next door, call me if you need something, good night." Turned around and went to the living room.

Jiang Ci looked at him, saw him pick up the phone, lit a cigarette, and walked to the window.The smoky home clothes made his brows calm, and behind him was a window of wind and rain.

Jiang Ci closed his eyes, walked into the room, and gently closed the door.

Jiang Ci fell into a deep sleep this time, and it was already bright when he woke up.The sun is bright and clear outside the window, and there are faint chirping of birds.She got up from the bed, opened the window, and took a look outside, only to find that the sky had cleared up, and there were a few cuckoos parked on the green loquat tree in front of the window.

Jiang Ci watched quietly for a while, then closed the screen window and went out.There was no one on the second floor. Jiang Ci walked to the stairs and looked down. Liang Jingxing was spreading jam on the bread.

Liang Jingxing didn't even look up, "Hurry up and get down, what time is it?"

Jiang Ci looked at the wall clock, and the hour hand suddenly pointed to ten o'clock. She couldn't help being speechless, "Why didn't you call me."

Liang Jingxing handed her the bread and milk, "I'll go up and call you after 10 minutes of preparation."

Jiang Ci didn't sit down, leaned his back against the dining table, took a bite of bread, looked at him with a smile, "When did you get up?"

"Seven o'clock."

"Wake up so early?" Jiang Ci took a look at him, dressed formally in a shirt and trousers, "Are you going out?"

"Something." Liang Jingxing did not elaborate.

On this trip, he first went to Chongcheng Academy of Fine Arts to find the principal Xu Qiushi.

Xu Qiushi is Xu Jinhuan's father, who is highly respected. He was the president of the Chongcheng Painting and Calligraphy Association in the early years, and he is also a well-known calligrapher.The two families of Liang and Xu had a good relationship. When Liang Jingxing was a child, he studied calligraphy with Xu Qiushi for a few years. Later, he studied science in high school, and it gradually fell into disrepair.

Xu Qiushi's office is on the third floor of the administrative building. The windows face south, facing the quaint building of the library.When Liang Jingxing arrived, he was doing morning class.

Xu Qiushi's habit of more than 40 years, he must practice basic skills for an hour in the morning, horizontal strokes and vertical strokes, "yong" character eight methods, on the sour pear wood table, spread a thick stack of rice paper.

"There's still half a cup left, Jing Xing, you sit down first and make tea by yourself."

(End of this chapter)