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The waiting room is crowded with people, and the noisy sound is endless. It seems that every holiday, there will be a lot of people to buy bullet trains, buses, trains and planes to rush home, although the means of transportation are different, but the waiting room is always crowded.

Jiang Ying said that he was going to the toilet, taking advantage of this blank gap, Sun Xiao approached Xu Xianjia, and spoke in a low voice, quite secretly doing bad things behind Jiang Ying's back.

"My tickets for Jiang Ying and I are consecutive, do you want to change seats with me? You just sit in my place, and then I sit in your place, no need to exchange tickets, it's very simple. Change? Sun Xiao said that his naturally curly hair was curled and a little messy.

Xu Xianjia remembered that not long ago, she was sitting in the classroom of the architecture major class, and under the bright light, it was the silhouette of Jiang Ying sitting straight.

Everything around him became blurred, only Jiang Ying's refreshing black hair could be distinguished in his eyes, his fair complexion seemed to be slightly glowing in the light, his hand holding his chin covered half of his face, and the protruding wrist joints, the lines were thin, soft, and even more distinct.

On the podium was the teacher's gushing voice, and under the podium was the sound of squirming books, but all of this was almost drowned in the sound of her violent heartbeat and disappeared without a trace.

The sketchbook in his hand is the same Jiang Ying, nothing special, but Xu Xianjia is addicted and wants to paint.

She looked at him at the time, thinking that even though Jiang Ying couldn't be her own model, she still managed to draw him.

Although at the beginning I wanted to draw the perfect line of the human body.

Looking at it, he laughed stupidly, and a pure smile stretched out from his eyebrows.

If only I could draw Jiang Ying who is asleep.

Xu Xianjia suddenly had such an idea, and even because she laughed a little loudly, she was kindly reminded by the girl next to her-

This lesson is about vertical design, which is very important, and you should listen carefully.

Thoughts hooked back.

So Xu Xianjia smiled very happily, with bright eyes and bright teeth. "Okay, let's change. Thank you, Xiao Sun. ”

The train takes 3 hours, she doesn't believe it, Jiang Ying doesn't sleep!

And yet—

When Xu Xianjia struggled to lift the suitcase and wanted to put it in the luggage rack on the seat, because her arm strength was so bad, she almost couldn't hold the suitcase, causing the suitcase to slip off, and almost smashed Jiang Ying's head and broke the blood.

said that it was too late, Jiang Ying hurriedly got up, supported the suitcase with one hand, and moved neatly.

His tone was full of helplessness: "You can't lift the suitcase, you should ask me to help you." ”

Xu Xianjia secretly clenched his palms, feeling a little embarrassed, and apologized: "I saw that you were reading, so I didn't call you." ”

She blushed, her eyes subconsciously dodged, and she didn't dare to look at Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying grinned: "I thought you deliberately changed places with Sun Xiao in order to smash me to death with your suitcase." ”

Xu Xianjia was speechless for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already sat down.

Then I found out that Jiang Ying had just made a joke with her.

She sighed secretly, feeling that the longer she and Jiang Ying were together, the slower her reaction speed became.

Jiang Ying stopped flipping through the book and asked casually: "What did you put in the suitcase, it's quite heavy." ”

Xu Xianjia tilted his head and thought for a while, stretched out his hand and counted: "Computer, it's used for painting." And clothes, shoes, cosmetics. Well...... I also brought a doll. ”

“…… Terrible. What do you do with your dolls? Jiang Ying was slightly surprised, his backpack contained a few clothes and chargers and the like, oh, and a few books.

"I wouldn't have been able to sleep in bed without it."

"yes, I see."

So Jiang Ying continued to read and ignored her.

Passing by the mountains and fields, and passing by the lakes and mountains, Xu Xianjia occasionally took out her mobile phone, pressed the shutter, and took a photo.

She wore headphones and stared at Jiang Ying, waiting for him to fall asleep.

At first, she planned to quietly take photos of Jiang Ying sleeping, unknowingly. When you get home, you can draw on the picture.

But Jiang Ying was like taking hormones, intoxicated in his book, full of energy, and not sleepy.

Gradually, Xu Xianjia's eyelids gradually became heavy, and in a daze, she fell asleep by herself, still holding her mobile phone tightly in her hand.

When Jiang Feng closed the book, he found that the person next to him was sleeping crookedly, his long hair was scattered, and some of his hair was attached to the chair of the bullet train because of static electricity.

Jiang Ying smiled slightly, the first time she saw someone asleep and still clung to the phone, it was like her life.

At that time, he looked at her sleeping soundly. Xu Xianjia's eyebrows are cold, like snowflakes in winter, but on the contrary, the small nose and slightly upturned corners of the mouth create a sweet and warm appearance.

The sound of shallow breathing, the whole person looks clear and harmless.

It's so defenseless.

The bullet train drove smoothly on the tracks, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the potholed fields flickered by.

No matter how ordinary the scenery is, Jiang Ying was just ordinary at that time.

Many years later, he recalled that this scene was deeply imprinted in his mind and engraved in his heart, and he never forgot it.

Perhaps, I have been moved a long time ago, but I haven't realized it yet.

In a trance, Xu Xianjia felt that there was a line of sight looking at her, opened her eyes slightly, and in the haze, she was sleepy-eyed, stretched out her hand, pointed to the man's nose and said, "You have dirty things here, I'll help you get rid of them." ”

Then the man's eyes, in an instant, softened, and a smile spread on his face, and he said to her softly: "This is a mole, not a dirty thing." You can't get rid of it. ”

She groaned and fell back into a deep sleep.

……

When Xu Xianjia woke up, there was still about 1 hour before the train arrived. Her earbuds hurt slightly, and she took them off.

Jiang Ying is still reading, in October in the south, the temperature is still very high, Jiang Ying is wearing a simple black T-shirt, sitting very casually, holding a book in his left hand, and naturally placing his right hand on his lap.

Looking at the past from Xu Xianjia's point of view, he could just see Jiang Ying's smooth and beautiful jaw, the delicate collarbone looming, the fair and clean skin, and the overlap of light and shadow overlapping on his body, almost subconsciously, Xu Xianjia raised his mobile phone and "clicked" to take a photo.

This "click" was particularly sharp in the quiet air.

The passengers sitting in the aisle couldn't help but look at them, but they didn't find anything interesting, and they turned their eyes back and focused on their own business.

Jiang Ying turned his head to look at her sideways, his expression slightly stunned.

Xu Xianjia's posture of holding her mobile phone was still stagnant in the air, so just like that, she, the prisoner who was secretly filming, was arrested by Jiang Ying.

She regretted that she didn't put her phone on silent mode, which revealed her stuffing and embarrassed her.

Xu Xianjia stared at Jiang Ying, his eyes didn't dare to blink, and inexplicably, dense tension, anxiety, fear, and worry grew in his heart.