I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 36

There was a lot of noise at the dinner table, everyone was very curious about He Mingxu's partner, and you asked me a lot of questions.

"Hey, does your wife go to the same school as you? Isn't she pretty?"

"What major do you study?"

"A school, beautiful, dancing." He Mingxu's answer was simple, but full of impact.

There was another envious voice at the dinner table.

"Grass, learn to dance! It must look good!"

"Do you have a photo? Hey, show us~"

He Mingxu didn't answer.

"Tsk, the dancer must look good, and the figure must be very good."

"Grass, I want to see it!"

The senior on the opposite side saw that He Mingxu hadn't spoken for a long time, and angrily said, "Why are you hiding so tightly?"

Listening to what they said, He Mingxu lowered his head and picked up his phone to change it and take a pat.

Jiang Wensong didn't sleep well this time, and when he sat up from the bed, the drowsiness disappeared without a trace.

The cell phone screen that lit up instantly was particularly dazzling in the dark room, Jiang Wensong squinted his eyes and checked the time.

It was exactly three o'clock in the morning.

Only slept for a little over two hours.

Jiang Wensong turned the phone over, blinked his dry eyes, leaned back on the bed, looked at the dim room, and thought of his conversation with Jiang Yuantao in a daze.

Jiang Yuantao's old appearance gradually overlapped with the image in his memory, and some selectively forgotten memories gradually became clear in his mind.

When he returned to Songfeng in the first year of high school, Jiang Yuantao rented a simple one-person room, but he was often away from home.

Jiang Wensong couldn't remember the specific location or the specific layout of the house for a long time, but he was particularly impressed with the old wooden door.

When the debt collectors came, they always smashed them, and the cracked red paint was scattered on the ground. The bright red color seemed out of place in the gloomy rental house. Jiang Wensong watched from the house. That door always felt like it could be broken open at any moment.

Later, he went to live in school, but he still couldn't escape the two-day harassment when he went home on weekends, so he went to the library on weekends and only went home at night.

It was midnight when the last wooden door was broken open.

When those tall men rushed in, they picked up Jiang Wensong, who was sleeping, and cursed, as if saying that they had to come to arrest him at night.

I don't seem to remember the specific details, I just remember being stuffed into a black car in a daze.

The memory stopped abruptly here, Jiang Wensong closed his eyes, frowned and lay down for a while, got up and breathed out slowly, reached out to turn on the light, pulled the slippers and poured a glass of cold water.

Jiang Wensong, who was not sleepy, lay down on the bed again and turned on his phone.

The chat box with He Mingxu was on the top, Jiang Wensong clicked into the chat box and looked at the chat between the two. It was clearly a message sent by himself, but now it seems that his impression is only vague.

Putting down his phone, Jiang Wensong looked around the room and found that he had also forgotten his original plan to stay in Songfeng in the next few days.

Jiang Wensong doesn't like the feeling of looking at things that should be familiar but feel strange, and also hates the sudden blankness in his mind.

Things can be recalled through notes, but the emotions at that time cannot be felt again through words.

Before leaving Songfeng, Jiang Wensong walked around Songfeng High School again with a depressed mood.

Then he sat in that old bookstore and read over and over the documents about He Mingxu several times.

In the afternoon, Jiang Wensong got on the plane to go home.

After dragging the suitcase home, opening the door, and smelling the familiar smell of home, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because my sister-in-law often travels abroad, she specially bought him a small apartment, and Jiang Wensong usually lives alone.

The obviously more familiar environment made Jiang Wensong feel much better, although there was still no way to change his bad mood.

The state of his recent memory made him very agitated, nervously worried that he would forget things, and even afraid of going to sleep.

When he broke the water glass next to the bed in the morning, it made him feel even more depressed.

He Mingxu seems to be very busy recently, and the message boxes of the two are a little quiet.

Jiang Wensong opened and closed the chat box, looked at the chat records of the two of them over and over again, but did not dare to contact easily.

He felt that he needed to go to the doctor again.

He Mingxu's training camp was arranged tightly, and he went all out every day for the upcoming competition. The high-intensity training made people want to lie down and sleep immediately after returning to the dormitory.

But he was thinking about it again, and when he returned to the dormitory for training at night, He Mingxu supported his drowsy eyes, and called Jiang Wensong at the end of the corridor of the dormitory.

After a few seconds of quiet beeping, the video call was connected.

Jiang Wensong seemed to be sitting on the sofa, the surrounding lights were warm yellow, and his bright eyes looked at him obediently through the camera.

He Mingxu's sleepiness and exhaustion were swept away in an instant, and he asked what he was doing.

"Watching TV." Jiang Wensong's eyes turned to the other side, and a slightly noisy voice came over.

"En." He Mingxu nodded.

Jiang Wensong withdrew his gaze again and looked at the phone screen. He Mingxu's side was a bit dim, and he couldn't see He Mingxu's expression clearly.

He Mingxu on the phone screen looked at him without moving for a long time, Jiang Wensong shook the phone, "Is it stuck?"

"No." He Mingxu shook his head and changed his posture symbolically.

"are you tired?"

"A bit."

"When is the game?"

"January 22, in country G."

The two chatted without saying a word, and the chat was full of unnutritious topics.

But no one intends to end the call.

Maybe with the person you like, no matter how boring things are, they will become interesting.

The video call was very late, Jiang Wensong couldn't hold it anymore, fell asleep while yawning, He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's half face on the screen, and listened to the sound coming from the headset. Breathing evenly, without hanging up the phone, just went back to the house with the phone in your pocket.

After returning to the house, he didn't expect that the passionate youths in the room were still awake. As soon as He Mingxu entered the room, the howling of wolves started one after another in the room.

"Brother Xu is back from talking on the phone with my sister-in-law!"

"En." He Mingxu quickly covered his earphones, worried that these loud voices would wake Jiang Wensong, so he only responded softly.

"Oh, falling in love is different!"

"Ahhhhhhhh I want a girlfriend too!"

He Mingxu went to bed holding his mobile phone, listening to Jiang Wensong's steady breathing, and stopped participating in the late-night conversations of a group of single men.

On the other side of the screen, Jiang Wensong was nestled in a small sofa. Outside the camera, there were several printed A4 papers on the coffee table.

The stories of him and He Mingxu were densely written on it.

On another A4 paper, "January 22, Country G" was written in conspicuous red pen.