After being targeted by scheming green tea

Chapter 45

Jing Yuwen always felt that something was wrong, he thought about it carefully, no, now there is no thunder, so why is he still squeezed into the same bed with Xiang Siye?

He wanted to poke at Siye and get this guy to get up so that he could go back to his bed.

The boy breathed gently, and the breath hit the tip of Jing Yuwen's nose slightly, and there was a warm smell of lavender. Jing Yuwen swallowed, and suddenly felt that this was very good, ah bah, what is it called? ?He slapped himself in the bottom of his heart, and he didn't go back just because it was almost dawn, and he could sleep more with less trouble.

After two consecutive days of rain, thunder and lightning, today is finally sunny. After the autumn rain, the sun is gentle.

During class break, Jing Yuwen stretched his waist, turned around and looked out the window to relax his eyes. The breeze blew the tip of the pine tree outside the window to shake gently. He calmed down and looked at it for a while, and suddenly thought that next Saturday would be Yu Xian’s birthday. He asked Lao Jing to help buy the figure of Yu Xian's favorite anime character, which should arrive soon, and he just went back to get it today.

Jing Yuwen turned around, leaned his back against the wall, raised his foot and lightly kicked Xiang Siye's chair: "Xianggou, I'm going home today."

Xiang Siye was brushing up questions, he stopped the pen in his hand, looked at Jing Yuwen: "Coincidentally, I'll go back too."

Jing Yuwen remembered that he told Xiang Siye yesterday that he should not go home, and that he would accompany him at school. Now that he said that, Jing Yuwen was not worried that he would not be accompanied by anyone, but began to worry that he would not be with him when he returned home. Brother will not abuse him.

"Are you going home? Will your brother beat you again?"

Xiang Siye raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose: "Well, probably not, don't worry, brother."

Jing Yuwen frowned slightly, he was still not at ease, and said righteously: "Xianggou, if your brother does something, you come to me, and I will protect you right away!"

Xiang Siye's brows were relaxed, as if his mind was occupied by some memories, and he didn't speak.

"To the dog!"

Xiang Siye suddenly said: "Well, good."

Jing Yuwen nodded, took out his mobile phone from the belly of the table, and Jing Zhuo sent a WeChat message.

My dad: pick you up from school today.

Jing: Lao Jing, did you buy the figure that I asked you to buy for me?

My dad: I forgot, and you didn't remind me. Is it too late to buy it now?

Jing Yuwen regretted that he didn't ask about the whereabouts of Jing Zhuo's figure before. He believed in Jing Zhuo too much, and Jing Zhuo had never let him down since he was a child. This time, it may be because he has been too busy with work recently.

Jing Yuwen silently calculated in his heart that the delivery would take five or six days at most, and at worst he would go home to pick it up on Friday.

Jing: All right, then buy it quickly.

My dad: No problem.

After Jing Yuwen sent the message, he stuffed his mobile phone back into the belly of the table, lay on the table and stroked the growing strands of hair on his forehead, thinking that he must ask Ms. Su to cut it when he gets home today.

A clean and indifferent voice came from my ear: "May I cut it for you next week?"

Hearing this, Jing Yuwen leaned against the wall vigilantly: "What are you doing? Do you really want to cut it?"

Xiang Siye chuckled: "I really want to."

Zhou Hong turned around suddenly: "Master Jing, do you want to cut your hair?"

Jing Yuwen nodded: "Why? You want to cut it for me too?"

Xiang Siye's eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Hong, his eyes seemed to be warning something.

Zhou Hong waved his hand: "No, no, no, don't misunderstand, Xiangshen, I mean, I know a barber shop, there is a master craftsman in it, and it's very cheap!"

As he said that, Zhou Hong raised his hand and touched his thorn from the beginning to the end, a little proudly: "Master Jing, look, my old master helped me get it, isn't it cool?"

Jing Yuwen looked at Zhou Hong's head, and suddenly felt like laughing. He suppressed his smile and threw the topic to Xiang Siye: "Xianggou, what do you think?"

Xiang Siye was calm and composed: "Well, he is indeed a cool guy."

Jing Yuwen laughed out loud: "Cool, so cool, I'd better go home and let my mother cut it for me."

Zhou Hong looked serious: "Why, isn't my end cool enough?"

Seeing his serious face, Jing Yuwen wanted to laugh even more, and Xiang Siye might have been infected by Jing Yuwen's laughter, so he also laughed out loud.

Zhou Hong frowned: "Fan Jia, tell me, don't I look cool?"

Fan Jia looked at his head and swallowed: "It's cool, believe in yourself."

After finishing speaking, he suppressed a smile and continued to write questions.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong said aggrievedly: "You liars!"

After Jing Yuwen finished laughing, he leaned his back against the wall and said seriously: "Actually, Da Zhou is quite good-looking, but this hairstyle looks cool on your head, it might be different when it comes to me."

Zhou Hongdan raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

Jing Yuwen said: "Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask Xianggou!"

Zhou Hong's eyes looked at Xiang Siye, and Xiang Siye nodded: "He is right."

Zhou Honghan said with a smile: "Then I trust you."

After speaking, he turned his head back confidently.

In the afternoon, before the last class was over, Jing Yuwen started to pack his things. When the bell rang, his schoolbag had already been packed. He stood up and habitually waited for Xiang Siye to pack his things.

"Hurry up to the dog."

Xiang Siye was taken aback for a while: "Are you going together today?"

Jing Yuwen took it for granted: "Let's go out together."

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay!"

He quickly packed up his things and went downstairs with Jing Yuwen.

When school was over on Friday, the corridors were relatively crowded. The two boys walked side by side. Jing Yuwen looked ahead, and Xiang Siye looked sideways at him.

Jing Yuwen kept chanting: "Yu Xian's birthday is next Saturday, so don't go home next Saturday."

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

"It feels like the temperature is going to cool down these two days, remember to bring a few more clothes."

"it is good."

"I feel it today, tsk, the little wind is cool."

"really."

"There will be a National Day holiday in a few days, it seems that there is only one day."

"Ah."

"If your brother bullies you when you go home, you must tell me, and I will rush to your house and beat your brother up!"

"it is good."

After going back and forth, Jing Yuwen suddenly felt that he had a lot of words, and he complained to himself: "Why am I like a chatterbox?"

Xiang Siye raised his hand and rubbed Jing Yuwen's hair: "It's pretty good."

Jing Yuwen pushed Xiang Siye's hand away, and covered his head: "Damn it, there are so many people here, I don't want to argue with you!"

Xiang Siye smiled: "Thank you brother."

Jing Yuwen curled his lips: "It's just my grandiosity..."

A hurried voice came from behind, and the fat man from an unknown class ran down in a hurry: "Excuse me, excuse me, let the iron guys run away!"

He ran too fast and bumped into Jing Yuwen. Jing Yuwen went down a step before Xiang Siye. When he was hit by the fat man, he fell backwards. Passed his armpit and hugged him.

"Brother be careful."

The fat man turned his head while running: "I'm sorry, Lord Jing!"

Jing Yuwen felt quite comfortable leaning back like this: "It's okay, don't pull your pants down."

Xiang Siye tilted his head: "Brother, there are still people going downstairs."

Only then did Jing Yuwen stand up straight, and continue walking downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Jing Zhuo parked his car on the side of the road and waited for his son to come out at the school gate. Jing Yuwen saw him at first sight and waved wildly: "Old Jing!"

Jing Yuwen ran up, and Xiang Siye followed him.

Running to Jing Zhuo's side, Jing Yuwen said, "This is my dad, you've seen him before."

Xiang Siye smiled politely: "Hello, Uncle."

Jing Zhuo looked at Xiang Siye carefully, and suddenly said, "You are the one, why is this higher than Xiaowen?"

Xiang Siye was puzzled: "Huh?"

Jing Yuwen said: "Why? Are you blaming me for not being taller than Xiang Siye? Isn't that your problem?"

Jing Zhuo smiled: "It's okay, it doesn't prevent Xiaowen from being nice to you."

Jing Yuwen:?

Xiang Siye:?

Jing Yuwen suddenly remembered the joke Jing Zhuo made with him the last time we met, he pushed Jing Zhuo's shoulder: "Dad, Ren Xiang Siye has to go home, let's go back quickly, I'm hungry. "

He turned his head and bid farewell to Xiang Siye: "Be careful on the road to the dog!"

Jing Zhuo also waved to Xiang Siye: "Goodbye!"

After getting in the car, Jing Yuwen fastened his seat belt and complained, "Dad, what are you doing, you, we don't have that kind of relationship, you make people hate me so easily."

While reversing the car, Jing Zhuo said, "Are you still afraid that people will hate you? Son, to be honest, you can't really bend, right?"

Jing Yuwen frowned: "I just don't want the friendship between us to be broken because of these things. What's the point? You want your son to be gay so much?"

Jing Zhuo smiled: "That's not true. I respect your wishes. If that day comes, don't worry son, Dad will definitely find a way to get Su Yan out."

Jing Yuwen was almost pissed off by his father: "There is no day, I'm fine, I'm not gay."

Jing Yuwen leaned his head to the side, raised his hand to stroke the hair on his forehead, and said, "Go home and ask my mother to cut my hair."

Jing Zhuo said, "Your mother won't come home tonight, we'll sleep in the master bedroom,"

Jing Yuwen asked: "Where will my mother go if she doesn't go home?"

Jing Zhuo explained: "It is said that there will be a meeting in the capital tomorrow morning, and now I have taken the high-speed train there."

Jing Yuwen curled his lips: "I didn't even tell me, this is really not my own."

Jing Zhuo smiled: "It's okay, I'll pick up Su Ting when I go home later, and I'll treat you to a good meal."

Jing Yuwen touched his empty stomach, and sure enough, he was too easy to be satisfied.

Although Jing Yuwen knew Su Ting before, eating together would still be a little embarrassing. In addition to eating, this meal was to listen to Jing Zhuo tell some stories about their childhood.

In the evening, Jing Yuwen ran into Jing Zhuo's bedroom after taking a shower. It seemed that he hadn't been in for a long time. There was a simple clothes hanger at the door, and besides Ms. Su's dress, there was a red scarf on it.

Jing Yuwen stared at the red scarf. Jing Zhuo lay on the bed and put down his phone: "Why, you forgot your homework in the handicraft class in junior high school?"

"I have a little impression."

Jing Yuwen picked up the scarf and looked at it. It was extremely ugly and the lines were crooked, but he remembered that he seemed to treasure this scarf before, and he was never willing to wear it because it was the first time he knitted it by himself.

He put the scarf back on the hanger, lay down on the bed, picked up his phone and found Xiang Siye's dialog box.