It's him?

But isn't it school day?

Ji Yunchu looked at the tall and thin figure across the street, white shirt, black jeans, white sneakers, with round-framed glasses, as usual ordinary clothes, as handsome and dazzling as ever.

It was as if the wind had blown the sand into the eyes.

"I'm moving." Chen Ke, who knew what Ji Yunchu was thinking as if he had a mind reading technique, explained.

"Moving?"

"Xiao Ji, that's the case, Ah Ke participated in a project before, the salary of the gold owner is very high, and he bought a house in Yanjing, but he came to take us over."

Aunt Chen, who was middle-aged and blessed, walked out with a bag of things on her face, and answered Ji Yunchu's questions first.

Ji Yunchu tried his best to calm down the surging emotions in his heart, and praised with a smile: "Brother Chen Ke is still so good."

"Haha, you're the same, Xiao Ji, when you come to Yanjing to go to college, come to my house to play more, it's the same as when you were a child, don't be rusty." Aunt Chen patted Ji Yunchu on the shoulder, turned her head and asked Chen Ke:

"The pile of paper airplanes and paper cranes you just sorted out are all in this bag for you, they are all so old, it's useless to take them, do you still want them?"

Chen Ke's fingers trembled slightly, then inserted them into his pocket, and replied casually: "Throw it away, it's all useless waste paper."

Useless? Wastepaper?

Ji Yunchu's eyes widened fiercely, staring at Chen Ke's warm smile, trying to find something else from it.

The colorful airplanes and paper cranes that recorded their romantic interactions ran through her and Chen Ke's entire youth.

That's their exclusive memory.

It's the treasure that she Ji Yunchu carefully treasured, but in his Chen Ke's eyes, it's useless waste paper?

Chen Ke took the bag and mercilessly threw the garbage full of waste paper into the garbage.

"I'm going to move things, so I won't talk to you more."

After speaking, he walked into the unit door with long legs.

In the middle of summer, Ji Yunchu's figure stood alone in the night wind.

This scene is familiar.

She silently parked the car in the carport, and then walked to Uncle Chen, who was carrying a large wooden box, with a smile: "Uncle, I'll help you."

When the move was completed, everyone was sweating profusely, and Chen Ke strode into the small supermarket.

"Xiao Ji, you go too, let Ake bring another ice watermelon over." Aunt Chen pushed Ji Yunchu out of the door.

Ji Yunchu hesitated, and finally trotted all the way to catch up with Chen Ke.

Chen Ke glanced at her and was silent.

Walking wordlessly all the way to the small supermarket, Chen Ke skillfully picked up two cans of Tsingtao beer, and after a bottle of two pots, his slender fingers naturally put it on Huiyuan grape juice, and paused.

It turned out that even after two years, he never forgot her preferences.

"I don't want grape juice, I want this." Ji Yunchu picked up two cans of Tsingtao beer and shook it at Chen Ke: "I'm not a child, don't always educate me about children drinking badly."

"Whatever you want."

Put the wine in Ji Yunchu's hand into the basket, and they went to the fruit and vegetable area to pick a watermelon together.

When they walked back, the two were still silent, until when they stepped into the door of the unit, Ji Yunchu grabbed his corner, stopped and asked, "Did something happen?" Chen Ke? Can you tell me okay? ”

Looking at her begging glasses in her shiny light, Chen Ke slowly reached out and rubbed her hair, his tone was no longer calm, full of pampering: "I have always regarded you as my own sister."

Fuck your sister!

Ji Yunchu's heart was galloping, but there was still a smile on his face: "Then I wish my brother a bright future." I still have a lot of homework, so I'll go back first. ”

The word brother bites very hard.

Ji Yunchu immediately turned around, ran to his unit in small steps, and quickly went upstairs, after opening the door, he didn't look at the two hot dishes on the table, went straight to his room, closed the door gently, leaned behind the door, covered his face with his hands, and tears rained down.