His Canary

"Does it look good?" Jing Rong's gaze stretched out in front of her, feeling Dong Ci's gaze.

Dong Ci nodded and only felt more beautiful when watching from close range.

It is really a very delicate string of beads, the beads are shiny and lustrous, and it seems to be engraved with Sanskrit on the inside. Jing Rong stroked the score on his fingertips, his eyes softened for a moment. "This was given to me by Qiao Qiao. She said that I hope I can calm down my anger and be a gentle person."

This was the second time Dong Ci heard the name from his mouth. She withdrew her eyes from the beads and suddenly asked. "Who is Jojo?"

"Are you curious or jealous?"

She did not expect that she would ask, Jing Rong stared at her with a beautiful smile, her eyes clear and delicate.

Seeing Dong Ci not answering, he extended her fingertips and nodded the tip of her nose, and said with a smile. "If you say you are jealous, then I will tell you who she is."

Dong Ci was silent, knowing that what she said next would make him unhappy, but she still said. "I just want to tell you that if Jojo is the person you like, you should treat her well."

"If you like her, you should leave all your likes to her, not when you like her, but ... entangle me."

Didi

After Dong Ci finished this remark, the two of them could only hear the sound of rain falling on the ground outside the window. There was a moment of silence in the air. She looked up at Jing Rong, but found that he did not look at her, but kept her eyes hanging down, her face quiet and indifferent, and she couldn't see the anger.

A few of the guests who came in again, after the mother remembered the menu, began to cook in the kitchen. Dong Ci instinctively helped her in the past, Jing Rong did not stop.

When Dong Ci brought the dish to the guest's table, Jing Rong was still there.

He was still sitting in that position, looking at the window with his chin on his back, and the cool breeze slowly blowing onto his hair and the fluff on his clothes gave Dong Ci a very lonely feeling.

The dishes on the table were already cold, and I thought he would not eat them again. Dong Ci hesitated for a moment and just walked over to prepare the table, but Jing Rong suddenly turned to look at her.

"Xiaoci."

Jing Rong's indifferent eyes were as flat as the sea, looking at the little girl standing in front of her, gently smiling, and slowly spoke. "Actually, I have been confused this month in the United States."

"Even after I returned to China, I was still confused."

Jing Rong motioned to Dong Ci to sit down and said carelessly, stroking the beads on his wrist. "Actually I want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

As soon as he entered the shop, Dong Ci felt that he was a little abnormal. Although not suitable for such a scene, she instinctively felt that it was easier for him to get closer.

"For so many years, I have been doing things according to my temperament. But one day I was told that my approach was wrong."

"I have tried to live the way she said, but I am even more confused."

Speaking of which, Jing Rong looked up at Dong Ci and asked quietly. "If it were you, what would you do?"

Although he didn't understand what he meant by these words, Dong Ci thought about it and said it according to his own ideas. "If I am really wrong, I will change it. If I am not wrong and someone else is wrong, then I will just go on my own way."

"In your own way?"

Dong Ci didn't realize how her words would affect her in the future, let alone know that for someone who is too self-conscious, he will never think that others are right.

Whether it is right or wrong, in his eyes, mainly what he thinks, will always be right. Paranoid and indifferent, self and fearless, such a person, no matter where they are, is extremely terrible.

"You're right." The fog in the eyes was lifted away layer by layer, and Jing Rong's smiling eyes became radiant, he stared at Dong Ci quietly, the warm and harmless one was just coated The aperture is inexplicably sharp.

Jing Rong seemed to have changed, Dong Ci was looking at it carefully, and he thought he seemed to be the one he just did.

When he left, Dong Ci handed him an umbrella. At this time, Jing Rong was already halfway into the rain. He was startled, holding the umbrella over his head. The rain line took advantage of his long and cold figure. He stood in the rain like this, looking at Dong Ci and black eyes. Obscure and unpredictable.

"What are you looking at?"

Dong Ci was hairy by him, and what he originally wanted to say was suddenly forgotten. After thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't remember what he wanted to do to send him outside the store.

"Actually, I never understood why Qiao Qiao gave me Buddha beads. I didn't believe in Buddha, and I was never a compassionate person, which made me feel a bit ironic about wearing it."

Jingrong stood under the umbrella in the rain. He looked down at the beads on his wrists, and slightly lowered his eyebrows. Then he raised his head and walked a few steps in the direction of Dong Ci.

"But since she gave it, I'll wear it. But I won't go into the meaning of her, and I'll still go the way I did. Do you say that?"

Jing Rong's approach brought some rain and cold, and he stood in front of Dong Ci a few steps, his voice shrouded by the sound of rain making Dong Ci's voice obscure.

"What did you say?" She looked up at him in confusion, her eyes were clear and bright, and she had no idea what Jingrong had said. Jing Rong didn't hold back, leaned over and chewed on her lips, and then went away.

He is really unpredictable.

Dong Ci wiped the corners of his mouth with dissatisfaction, and subconsciously glanced back at the store. He was relieved when no one noticed her.

Walking back to the store, Dong Ci went to the place where Jing Rong had just sat and prepared to clean up the tableware.

"Bill, please!"

She quickly put down her work to settle the bill for the guest, and sent away the guest with a polite smile, but the next second became stiff, and Dong Ci's heart suddenly filled with a strangeness.

She seemed to remember something vaguely, and her brows became tighter, thinking about it, but she suddenly remembered what she had chased when Jingrong was leaving.

This muddy ball, I haven't given money after eating!

...

Everyone said that there was a spring rain and a warm day. After the spring rain, the weather began to pick up. This is obviously something that makes people happy, but Dong Ci's mood is getting worse.

Because after that day, Jing Rong came back to school again, but the relationship between the two was completely different from when he first started.

"Can you not be so close to me?"

Today's math teacher told a very complex question type, Dong Ci listened carefully, but the scenery sitting next to her changed the coldness of the past, the whole class has been whispering in her ear, and there are countless ideas I was disturbed again and heard that Dong Ci couldn't keep up with the teacher's steps.

There was nowhere else to vent the fire in the stomach. As a result, after class, she wanted to study and research herself, but Jing Rong kept pushing on her, and she couldn't push it anyway.

"I'm tempered?" Jing Rong's long arms stretched her and trapped her in her arms. Taking advantage of her height, she took her whole body into her arms, and from time to time she reached out to tease her.

"Jingrong!"

It's time for class now. As long as the slightly interested students look at them, they can find out how ambiguous their postures are at this time. Dong Ci couldn't push him away, and finally bit directly on his shoulder in a rage.

"His--" Is this girl a dog, why do you love biting so much?

Jing Rong took a breath, letting her loosen with a squeeze on her chin in her hand, her eyes narrowed with a hint of danger.

"Why, I haven't spoiled you yet, you have given me a little temperament?" He looked at her with a smile, his strength was not loose but he was getting heavier.

"Isn't it all right? You can't bother me while I'm studying, what are you doing now ?!" The jaw was hurt by his pinch, but Dong Ci didn't ask for mercy.

She seemed to be blushing easily when she was emotional. Jing Rong lifted her small face for a moment, and inexplicably thought she looked very cute.

Resisting the urge to take a bite, he snorted and lifted his chin a bit proudly. "This is what you think unilaterally, I don't agree."

"But when you just started school ...

"Hush—"

Jing Rong reached out her fingertips and pressed it against her small mouth, preventing her from continuing to speak. "Don't mention it to me for a few days. It really made me mad when I thought about it."

"I was so old that I always wanted to do what I wanted. No one dared to order me." It seemed to me that when I just started school, Jing Rong's face was cold. Offset Dong Ci's forehead. "Speaking of it, I was really wicked in those few days before I was fooled by you to listen to you."

"From today, only you obey me, understand?"

"Unintelligible!"

"Unintelligible?" Jing Rong nodded slightly, and was not annoyed. Dongci would be hugged in a big hand.

Dong Ci was so scared that he was ecstatic. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, he instinctively felt that there was nothing good, so he held his arm desperately without letting go.

"Aren't you incomprehensible? I'll take you to the podium now and let the people around see who you are."

"no, do not want!"

Feeling the movement of his arms in his arms, Dong Ci was almost scared to cry. She clasped Jing Rong's arm tightly with her arms, fearing he would throw him off and rub her face up. "You can't do this to me ..."

"Will you listen to me in the future?"

"I, I listen." Dong Ci's voice cried a little more.

"This is good." Jing Rong nodded with satisfaction, rubbing her hair and said. "As long as you are obedient, I'm happy, and naturally everything is on you."

"..."