I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 19

"Why are you looking at me?" Jiang Wensong took a mouthful of rice, chewed twice and raised his head to see He Mingxu who was staring at him.

He Mingxu shook his head without saying a word.

Jiang Wensong glanced at him, "Is there anything you're unhappy about?"

"No," He Mingxu suddenly reached out and touched Jiang Wensong's cheek, and took off the sticky rice grains, "Are you going home for the long vacation?"

Jiang Wensong wiped his face subconsciously, a little embarrassed, "I won't go back, it's too far away."

"Are you going back?" Jiang Wensong asked him.

"I'm not going back either." He Mingxu shook his head, glanced at Jiang Wensong's dinner plate, "Finish."

"Oh." Jiang Wensong nodded, took a mouthful of rice, and thought while eating. He felt that the way he and He Mingxu got along seemed to have changed a lot, but he couldn't tell where it changed.

It was the first long holiday since college, except for He Mingxu and Jiang Wensong, everyone was busy traveling with their girlfriends to cultivate their relationship, the originally lively dormitory suddenly became much quieter.

Jiang Wensong felt bored in the dormitory by himself, so he ran to He Mingxu's dormitory with his pillow in his arms, and the two of them played games together all afternoon.

Tired from playing in the back, Jiang Wensong hugged the pillow and fell asleep unconsciously on He Mingxu's desk.

So when Gao Cheng carelessly pushed open the dormitory door, he was almost killed by He Mingxu's eye knife.

Gao Cheng stood at the door as if he was frozen, glanced at Jiang Wensong who was lying on He Mingxu's desk, and looked at He Mingxu with raised eyebrows.

He Mingxu frowned and mouthed, "What's the matter?"

"Come out." Looking at He Mingxu's face, Gao Cheng didn't dare to speak loudly, so he could only speak with his mouth and waved.

Leaving the door closed, the two walked to the window at the end of the corridor.

Gao Cheng folded his arms and looked at He Mingxu with a sizing up look.

He Mingxu looked out the window expressionlessly, standing upright.

The two were quiet for a while.

"He seems to have forgotten the past." He Mingxu took out his cigarette.

Gao Cheng watched him take the cigarette and opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you quit it?"

He Mingxu didn't speak, just lit a cigarette by himself.

Gao Cheng sighed irritablely, and looked out the window, "Why are you acting in a TV series? You still have amnesia."

"It feels like it is."

"What does it feel like." Gao Cheng scratched his head, "If you don't know, just ask directly, it's a bit of a grind."

He Mingxu usually has a quick temper, speaks directly, and is a little irritable, but every time he confronts Jiang Wensong, he makes a 180-degree turn, whining about his mother-in-law, before and now.

After a while, Gao Cheng suddenly became irritable, "I haven't left the order yet, so I have to be your emotional master and solve it by myself!"

After finishing speaking, Gao Cheng left angrily.

Before leaving, he gave He Mingxu two movie tickets, and angrily cursed: "Go and watch you guys! You stinky couple! If it wasn't for me not having a girlfriend! Why do I have no grass when Wang Haohao already has it!"

He Mingxu snuffed out the cigarette butts, looked at the two movie tickets, and felt that Gao Cheng, a mother solo, was only useful for this.

Returning to the dormitory with two movie tickets, the creaking dormitory door seemed to have awakened Jiang Wensong. Jiang Wensong raised his head from the soft pillow and rubbed his eyes. Do not open your eyes.

He Mingxu naturally reached out and brushed away the broken hair sticking to his forehead.

Jiang Wensong frowned in a daze, smelled the smell of smoke, opened his eyes and looked at He Mingxu with a bit of disgust, "Are you smoking?"

"En." He Mingxu paused, then withdrew his hand.

"It smells bad." Jiang Wensong wrinkled his nose.

"Then stop smoking."

Jiang Wensong yawned again and nodded.

After a while, Jiang Wensong woke up, looked up at He Mingxu who was still standing beside him, and looked at the blanket on his body.

Suddenly recalling the conversation just now, I felt that the way the two of them talked was a little strange, but I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"Let's go to the movies together tonight." He Mingxu gave the movie ticket to Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong took it over, and was quickly attracted by the movie tickets, "Isn't it difficult to get tickets?"

"Yeah. Gao Cheng stole it, but he has no time and no girlfriend."

"Oh..." Jiang Wensong nodded, frowned and thought for a while, "Then let Shen Xingwen introduce one."

"No one would like it." He Mingxu's tone was flat and outspoken.

"...No, Gao Cheng is quite handsome and has a good figure."

He Mingxu stopped talking, as if he disapproved.

"..." Jiang Wensong touched his nose, not knowing why Gao Cheng and He Mingxu had such a good relationship.

In the evening, the two wandered to the movie theater, bought tickets and bought popcorn, and sat on the sidelines waiting for the show to begin.

The movie is good to watch, but Jiang Wensong's mind is not on the movie, thinking about serious issues.

Tsk... Is He Mingxu bent?

After watching the movie, the two followed the crowd out of the movie theater with their own thoughts.

There are quite a few hawkers outside the cinema, which is lively and lively, attracting many people to stop.

Jiang Wensong glanced at the peddler holding a handful of glowing bobo balls, and said casually, "The balloons are pretty pretty."

He Mingxu turned his head and glanced.

Then Jiang Wensong squeezed onto the bus back to school with a colorful and conspicuous bobo ball.

A couple standing next to them seemed to be very interested in this, and asked, "Where did you buy this balloon?"

"The entrance of the cinema." Jiang Wensong raised his head to look at the couple.

The girl seems to want it very much, but the boy can only comfort her by saying that she will buy it next time.

Jiang Wensong looked at the bobo ball in his hand again, and then at He Mingxu.

It feels weird...so is He Mingxu a crook?

Writing a diary at night, Jiang Wensong thought for a long time while holding the pen.

Write down quickly, "I feel that He Mingxu seems to be crooked... maybe..."

I like me a little... Jiang Wensong feels that he is quite self-indulgent, and he is not ashamed to write it down.

After drawing the meaningful six points, Jiang Wensong paused for a while, and then drew a bobo ball next to it.

After He Mingxu finished washing, he hugged the computer and opened the search interface.

After posting for a while, I slowly typed "amnesia" in the search box.

After pressing the Enter key, many web pages jumped out at once.

He Mingxu held his chin with one hand and browsed the webpage with a pensive expression.

"Dong dong."

"Brother Xu?"

The bedroom door was not closed, Jiang Wensong knocked on the door, and stood at the door to probe.

"Huh?" He Mingxu hurriedly closed the computer, with a rare uneasy expression on his face.

Jiang Wensong glanced at the closed computer, then looked at He Mingxu pretending not to see it, and asked with a smile, "Shall we go play in Jiangping tomorrow?"

"Okay." He Mingxu had no objection.

"Okay." Jiang Wensong nodded, then glanced at the computer again, and said meaningfully: "Go ahead, hehe." Then he gently closed the door.

What to continue? !

The corner of He Mingxu's mouth twitched.