I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 32

The two of them didn't stand at the entrance of the alley for a long time before He Mingxu dragged Jiang Wensong to another street.

A pedestrian street behind the school, the trees on both sides are old, tall and big, the branches stretch to the sky, and cross together at a certain height, there are only a few yellow leaves hanging here and there, with the winter wind From time to time, a few yellow leaves fall.

There are many bookstores, stationery stores and small shops selling gadgets on both sides of the road. A variety of stalls are placed on the small road outside the store from inside the store. The inferior plastic wrapping paper makes a rattling sound under the blowing of the wind. Look at the store The old men and aunts sat on the small benches, each tightly wrapped and clutched the electric hot water bottle, wearing presbyopic glasses and unskilledly scrolling on the smart phone, and the high-decibel cheerful music sounded from the mobile phone.

A gust of wind slipped in from nowhere, and the leaves above the head rattled, and the yellow leaves on the branches fell lightly, spinning a few times in the air, and finally fell on the inspection well cover by the roadside.

The cold wind poured into his collar, Jiang Wensong shrank his neck, and saw an old bookstore not far away at a glance.

The bookstore looks very old, and the signboard is still an old-fashioned wooden signboard, unlike the milk tea shop next to it, which has long been equipped with LED electronic signboards, which are very eye-catching.The red paint on the wooden signboard of the bookstore has faded, but the name of the bookstore can still be read.

Songguang Bookstore.

The small blackboard next to it is written with the new books that arrived today. The white chalk writing is neat and neat without any skew.

Jiang Wensong walked in by accident, and immediately saw the old man dozing off on the recliner behind the counter.

The uncle slept soundly and didn't notice anyone entering the bookstore at all.

He Mingxu stepped forward and said softly to Jiang Wensong, "Let's go, leave him alone, he's fast asleep again."

"Oh." Jiang Wensong ended his brief daze, then turned his head and followed He Mingxu into the bookstore.

The bookstore is not big, but it is filled with rows of bookshelves. When the two entered the bookshelves, it suddenly became cramped.

He Mingxu seemed very purposeful, passed the long bookshelves, turned a corner, and entered another small room, which was still lined with bookshelves. Jiang Wensong followed He Mingxu, looking at the bookstore while walking.

The wooden bookshelves are dark brown, and some of them have even turned black. The color of the bookshelves is dark, but the colors of the tutoring materials placed on them are particularly conspicuous. Red, green, and yellow are lined up throughout the summer vacation. All catch people's attention.

The inside is a little different from the outside. There are still rows of bookshelves in the middle, but there are not counseling materials on them, but some small miscellaneous books. There are simple wooden boards on the four walls as desks, and there are some wooden stools beside them. For people to sit and read a book for a while, there are still some snack bags left on the table, probably the garbage left by some naughty students.

He Mingxu stopped at the end of the bookshelf, pointed to the window seat in front, "Sit here."

Jiang Wensong nodded, looking at the big window in front, through which he could see the trees outside and pedestrians passing by from time to time.

This location by the window with a great view is a popular location at first glance.

Jiang Wensong sat on his seat, propped his chin involuntarily and stared out the window in a daze.

He Mingxu didn't speak, just looked outside.

After watching for a while, he seemed to hear a familiar voice amidst the howling wind outside.

"Jiang Wensong, let's go eat the fried chicken at Jiekou after being dazed. I'll treat you."

Then he said, ok.

Jiang Wensong was slightly stunned, and turned to look at He Mingxu who was sitting next to him.

After watching for a while, He Mingxu seemed to feel his gaze, and turned to look at him.

So Jiang Wensong heard He Mingxu say to him, "Would you like to eat the fried chicken at Jiekou together? I'll treat you."

Jiang Wensong was stunned for a long time, his eyes were bright, he smiled slowly, and agreed.

The fried chicken shop is at the end of this pedestrian street, opposite a crossroad.

Even on Sunday, there are a few students sitting inside, chatting on twitter, and the smell of fried chicken in the store can be smelled from afar.

Jiang Wensong looked at their school uniforms, but suddenly blood flashed in his mind, slowly staining the white school uniforms.

He frowned, pulled a chair and sat down.

He Mingxu looked at him.

Jiang Wensong's eyes fell on the front, but without focus, as if he was in a daze.

He Mingxu handed him the menu, "What chicken?"

"What chicken?" Jiang Wensong was still in deep thought, and stupidly repeated He Mingxu's question.

He Mingxu glanced at Jiang Wensong, then glanced down and away, "Fried chicken, otherwise what chicken is there?"

"What flavor?" He Mingxu pushed the menu again.

Menu lightly rubbed against the back of Jiang Wensong's hand, Jiang Wensong slowly came to his senses, glared at He Mingxu, then looked around, spat out the swear words and swallowed them again.

He Mingxu felt that even if Jiang Wensong's big eyes were staring at others, they seemed to be acting like a baby.

This restaurant serves food very quickly, and the fried chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, which really fits Jiang Wensong's taste.

After eating the fried chicken, the two didn't go shopping any more, and went back to the hotel together.

Jiang Wensong sat on the chair in the room, picked up the phone again, and stared at the friend interface.

The phone started to vibrate when Jiang Wensong was about to put it on the table, it was very harsh in a quiet room

Jiang Wensong looked at the strange number displayed on the screen, unable to reach out to answer it.

He Mingxu sat opposite and glanced at him.

After a while, Jiang Wensong picked up the phone again, seemed to think for a while, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey!"

Before he could make a sound, there was an angry voice from the opposite side.

"Hey, Wen Song, I'm Dad." The voice sounded familiar, as if it wasn't two years since we hadn't seen each other, but two days.

Jiang Yuantao's voice was actually very familiar to Jiang Wensong, and the familiarity seemed to bring Jiang Wensong back to the past.

"Wen Song, that's it. Do you think you are free someday? Shall we meet? Where are you now? I heard from Taotao that you are going to university in Jiangping?"

Jiang Wensong rubbed his thumb unconsciously, knowing how Jiang Yuantao knew his mobile phone number.

"I'm traveling outside, and it's not convenient recently." Jiang Wensong said slowly.

"That's it...that's okay, then dad will come to you when you are free!" Jiang Yuantao's voice was very messy, as if someone shouted, he hurriedly finished speaking, and then hung up the phone quickly.

After hanging up the phone, He Mingxu curiously asked him who was calling.

"My dad." Jiang Wensong turned off the phone screen and put the phone aside.

Jiang Wensong thought that Jiang Yuantao's phone call was not a big deal, until he was awakened by a bloody nightmare in the middle of the night.

The content of the dream is very messy, and the picture is also very complicated, with dim lights, waving sticks and dull sounds.

Finally, under the strong impact, the heart-piercing fear and pain.

Everything really seems to have been experienced again.

Jiang Wensong suddenly woke up from his dream and sat up. The dull and clear thud sound in the dream seemed to be still ringing in the silent night, as if it was beating the tympanic membrane one by one.

He was gasping for breath, calming down his beating heart, and broke out in a cold sweat.

He Mingxu moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Wensong sitting on the bed and breathing rapidly.

He hurriedly got up and sat down beside the bed, touched Jiang Wensong's forehead, and found that it was all wet with sweat, He Mingxu asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wensong seemed to be still in an overly real dream, he lowered his head in pain, and didn't react for a while.

He Mingxu took the tissue paper next to him, and wanted to gently wipe off the sweat on Jiang Wensong's face, but he was careless and accidentally poked Jiang Wensong's eyes.

Jiang Wensong closed his eyes and shrank for a moment, He Mingxu immediately stopped his hands, was at a loss for a few seconds, and stretched out his hand to embrace Jiang Wensong into his arms.

"What's wrong?" He Mingxu hugged him and asked him in a deep voice.

He Mingxu's deep voice rang in his ears, Jiang Wensong leaned on his shoulder, smelled the familiar smell from the tip of his nose, and slowly recovered.

"Nightmare?"

After a long time, Jiang Wensong calmed down a little, buried in He Mingxu's neck looking tired, and nodded.

He Mingxu held Jiang Wensong in his arms, and kissed Jiang Wensong's hair on the temples.

After being quiet for a while, He Mingxu asked him, "Is it better?"

Jiang Wensong tilted his head and continued to lean on He Mingxu's shoulder, looked sideways out of the window, and responded muffledly.

Even in the middle of the night, the city outside the window is still brightly lit, full of traffic, and the sound of horns from a distance from time to time.

Jiang Wensong thought for a long time, and asked He Mingxu, "Where are we?"

He Mingxu hugged Jiang Wensong tightly, "Hotel."

"Oh." Jiang Wensong didn't ask any more, he knew he might have forgotten something again.

Seeing that he was silent again, He Mingxu asked him in a low voice, "What did you dream about just now?"

"I had a dream just now..." Jiang Wensong wanted to summarize his dream just now, but he didn't know where to start, because the dream was originally fragmented without beginning or end.

"I dreamed about a lot of bad things." Jiang Wensong pondered for a long time.

He Mingxu was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand to caress Jiang Wensong's fingers, and then jokingly said, "Then you should dream about me more,"

He turned his head sideways, getting closer to Jiang Wensong. "It's good to be with me."

"Think about it every day and dream at night, just think about me more during the day from now on."

"..." Jiang Wensong raised his head and looked at He Mingxu, who was speaking insincerely with a serious face.

He Mingxu leaned closer to Jiang Wensong, and kissed him lightly.

But the hooligan's voice was still particularly loud in a quiet room.

Jiang Wensong was afraid of having his nightmare interrupted by him.

"Sleeping." Jiang Wensong pushed He Mingxu.

"En." He Mingxu nodded, then lifted Jiang Wensong's quilt and squeezed in naturally.

"?" Jiang Wensong was pushed aside.

He Mingxu hugged Jiang Wensong's waist, "Don't be afraid, go to sleep."

"I'm not afraid."

"Don't be brave, call brother if you have something to do."

"Don't tell me I forgot, you are obviously younger than me by three months."

He Mingxu lost his voice, as if he fell asleep in seconds.

"Hello." Jiang Wensong thought he was pretending to be asleep.