The night was unusually silent, and there was not a single noise except for his light and steady breathing.

In the room, the only light was the wind chimes he hung by the window, the transparent crystals reflecting the clear light of the full moon outside the window, giving this dark piece of comfort.

Jiang Sheng himself doesn't like these girly things.

It's just that he remembers that his mother likes it.

Guarding the past and hurting the past, and even hurting yourself, are stupid things that you can only do when you are young.

Later, he understood that instead of making himself sad, it was better to free up his energy to block Jiang Zecheng.

But today, somehow, he misses the person who left him a long time ago.

Maybe the atmosphere of the house next door made him feel a little lonely, or maybe he overestimated his heart.

People will inevitably be touched at times. A fleeting feeling is brutally amplified in the gap between sobriety and recollection.

Jiang Sheng smiled self-deprecatingly, and when he was about to go into the room to sleep, he suddenly heard a strange noise.

Bell, bell, bell.

Not a knock.

Clang.

Again.

Accompanied by a tiny echo.

Jiang Sheng quickly lifted the heavy curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and a drying rack was tirelessly banging on the fence of his balcony.

He pushed open the balcony door and walked out.

"Jiang Sheng!"

Chi Miao leaned out of the fence with most of her body, stretched out her arms and waved the clothes pole in her hand.

Jiang Sheng was stunned, but the girl was in a good mood and grinned comfortably.

"You didn't sleep either! I'm relieved you're okay, or I'm going to have nightmares tonight. ”

When she was making rolls, the melodious sound of suona always echoed in her mind, which disturbed her and almost made her nervous breakdown.

Chi Miao only breathed a sigh of relief a second ago, and when she turned her head, a piercing pain appeared on her waist.

The clothes pole at home is not long enough to reach the balcony of Jiang Sheng's house, so she can only stretch her body as much as possible and try to change various angles.

She was wailing when she heard an angry roar from the other side:

"Do you know how tall it is here!?"

Depend on! It's scared to death!

"Be quiet, I'm not worried that the sound of opening the door will wake up my parents, who said that if my mother knew about your allergies, I would die?"

It's obvious that she threatened her first, and now she is ashamed to murder her.

Jiang Sheng's face was as black as ink, almost blending in with the vast night.

“…… You be careful. ”

He said in a hoarse voice.

Chi Miao's back was chilled by this person's sudden concern, and she slowly moved back to her own territory, scratching the back of her head.

It doesn't matter if it's thirty, seven, twenty, it's always right to say thank you, right?

So: "Thank you." ”

Jiang Sheng pursed his mouth, turned around and opened the balcony door, half of his face was hidden behind the frosted glass.

"If you have something to do in the future, go through the door."

"Oh."

"And."

"Huh?"

A gust of wind blew, and Chi Miao hugged her arms and trembled.

"I'm not going to hit you."

"Huh?"

Jiang Sheng's voice was heavy, "I don't bother to beat you." How many punches can you take me? ”

“…… Oh. ”

Yes, yes, he's Jiang Sheng.

The dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, how can she expect Jiang Sheng to say anything nice?

The little touch that didn't have time to sprout was instantly snuffed out, Chi Miao responded sullenly, the cool breeze poured into her nose, and she couldn't help but sniff.

"Huh."

She stopped him.

"Good night."

……

Jiang Sheng's body seemed to pause for a moment, and his head turned slightly sideways.

The wind that came up as he closed the door gently plucked the wind chimes hanging from the window, jingling, as if in response to its owner.

Alas, what an awkward guy.