Liu Xinjie stood in place, watching Zhou Jing's figure disappear at the corner of the stairs where the lights suddenly turned on, before he sighed and sat back in the car, looking at the seat next to him, his head unconsciously recalled Zhou Jing's appearance, very messy, maybe tired, Liu Xinjie's heart was a little chaotic and a little panicked, and after sitting in a daze for a while, he drove away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After Zhou Jing went upstairs, he stood at the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "After opening this door, I won't think about Liu Xinjie's joke just now," Zhou Jing said to herself.

She knocked on the door lightly a few times, and soon Yang Fan opened the door, standing at the door, Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing, his eyes met, Zhou Jing saw disappointment in Yang Fan's eyes, was it disappointment in himself?

"Have you eaten?" Yang Fan turned sideways and let Zhou Jing into the room.

"Yes, I've eaten it." Zhou Jing entered the house and found that Yang Fan was still working. The melody in the computer was tactfully revealed, and Yang Fan was still changing his voice.

"Oh." Yang Fan simply replied and went back to continue facing the computer.

Zhou Jing stood a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said to Yang Fan. "Do you want to take makeup photos tomorrow?"

"Well, Liu Xinjie told you?"

"Well, on the way, I heard him say a word."

"Well, you should rest early, and you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Ahh Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan, who didn't blink at the screen, and hoped that Yang Fan could ask himself what he was doing these two days and why he was with Liu Xinjie. "Aren't you going to ask something?"

"Ask what?" An indifferent attitude.

"Oh, then I'll sleep." Zhou Jing was suddenly a little lost and a little angry, obviously she wasn't like this when she texted herself on the road, why did she come back in a serious way, she saw someone, but she only glanced at herself and was done, so indifferent, is she a stranger? The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, Zhou Jing simply laid out the quilt and slept, and turned off the lights by the way.

In an instant, darkness quickly occupied the space, and at this moment, Yang Fan's computer screen was extremely lonely and dazzling. Yang Fan rubbed his eyes, looking at Zhou Jing sleeping on the ground, the thin figure, how could she know the sadness in her heart, you suddenly disappeared for two days, there are too many questions to ask you, there are too many worries to tell you, there are too many words to share with you, the short-term joy when chatting with you still makes me look forward to it, but the moment I see you walking down from Liu Xinjie's car, when you are so close to him, I understand that it is too late, and there is no need to say some things again.

In the dark, Zhou Jing's mobile phone made a vibrating sound, which was a text message from Liu Xinjie: I slept too long today, I may not be sleepy at night, but I also have to rest, tomorrow's makeup photos will be very tired, good night.

Zhou Jing looked at the text message and smiled unconsciously, as if in the dark, she couldn't see or hear, and the person behind her didn't exist.

And the person behind him, looking at the face reflected under the lit mobile phone screen, showed a sweet smile, and had already guessed who the owner of the short message was. You have long been accustomed to your life, and suddenly, someone walks by your life force, temporarily staying, and you forget how to communicate with her. Yang Fan gently turned off the computer, and in an instant, the space became completely dark. He lay on the bed, looking at the dark roof, and now he could finally have a reason to let himself sleep.

The only light source disappeared in an instant, and there was not much movement, and Zhou Jing knew that the person behind him had already slept. She hadn't slept for a day, but she still closed her eyes, and suddenly, she felt that she didn't care about Yang Fan's opinion of herself as much as she did at the beginning. In the dark, she actually began to secretly recall that it was also so dark in the car, and Liu Xinjie kissed her.

In the time that passed quietly, the two of them lived together in the same air, but despite this, they were still two strangers, and no one wanted to take the initiative to step into that step, in this cold city, their enthusiasm was not used to face indifference.

Very early, Zhou Jing felt that the alarm clock went off just after closing her eyes.

"What time is it?" Zhou Jing's eyes hadn't opened yet, and he asked in a daze.

"It's five o'clock, get up, we're going to the company by eight o'clock."

Zhou Jing, who hadn't woken up yet, only felt that Yang Fan's voice appeared in his dream, gently warming his dark and cold dream. Zhou Jing closed her eyes and smiled, and Yang Fan squatted beside her, feeling the urge to touch her cheek.

"Get up." In the end, there was still no, Yang Fan gently pushed Zhou Jing and said.

"Yes." In a daze, Zhou Jing was pushed over by Yang Fan, and reluctantly left the quilt she had just warmed.

When Yang Fan was washing, Zhou Jing sat there and closed his eyes and squinted for another five minutes, and when it was Zhou Jing's turn to wash, Yang Fan pulled Zhou Jing up and pushed Zhou Jing into the bathroom, and he cooked a bowl of noodles outside, and ate noodles after Zhou Jing came out, and at six :15, the two of them picked up their schoolbags and went downstairs on time.

As soon as he walked down the stairs, his left foot stepped out to feel the morning sunshine, and his right foot was still in place, Zhou Jing stayed in place, and then Yang Fan, who followed closely, stood behind Zhou Jing with a sad face. Because it was not the gentle sun in the morning that greeted them, but Liu Xinjie, who was still wearing a white shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes standing next to the red car in front of them, holding a bouquet of gorgeous roses in his hand. When he saw Zhou Jing, he quickly stepped forward, and his eyes automatically ignored Yang Fan who was standing behind him.

"I gave it to you, the florist just got it back." Liu Xinjie handed the flower in his hand to Zhou Jing's chest, and pressed it tightly next to Zhou Jing's body, and Zhou Jing had to reach out and take it.

"Why are you so early?"

"I thought you'd catch the subway and get up early, so I came early." Liu Xinjie said with a smile.

"What time is it?"

"It's past five o'clock, I'm still worried that you're gone."

The favorability of Liu Xinjie rose again in an instant.

"It's good that you didn't leave, let's go, take my car, hurry up, so I can take you to breakfast." Liu Xinjie's eyes never left Zhou Jing for half a second. "By the way, did you have breakfast?"

"I've already eaten it." Zhou Jing said a little embarrassed, she turned her head to look at Yang Fan, Yang Fan's eyes were as if the two people in front of her did not exist, and she didn't know where to look. "Yang Fan, let's take it together."

"Okay."

Before Liu Xinjie could speak, Yang Fan simply agreed. Zhou Jing was a little weak in an instant, she felt that her question was too much, she looked at Liu Xinjie carefully, unexpectedly Liu Xinjie was not angry, but still looked at her with a smile.

"Let's go." Then he suddenly took her hand and walked to the front of the car, opened the passenger seat door for her, leaned over to fasten her seat belt, and gently closed the door again, ready to drive.

Yang Fan behind him looked at Zhou Jing's hand that was suddenly held, and suddenly, an inexplicable emotion hit his hard heart like a wave, one by one, deafening, he clenched his fists hard and tried to suppress the restlessness in his heart, but to no avail, it took a whole night last night to calm down the mood, and it was defeated in an instant. He opened the car door and sat in the back, all the way, watching the two people in front of him become more and more restless, making his mood more and more depressed.