The air smells of alcohol, which is not unpleasant, with a sweet cherry smell, as if summer is coming early.

Liang Cicada was also like being poured into a cherry-flavored cocktail, intoxicated in sweetness, and a low murmur in his ear sounded like thunder: "Do you like him so much?" ”

"What...... What? Liang Chan instantly sobered up.

Jiang Qishu's hot face was buried in her neck, and he confided in pain while kissing: "Is it that no matter what you do, you can't replace his place in your heart?" ”

Liang Chan didn't seem to understand: "Jiang Qishu, you're drunk." ”

"I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Drunk people usually like to emphasize that they are not drunk, and Jiang Qishu is no exception, "I know it in my heart. ”

"What do you know?"

The house was quiet, and his wheezing voice was loud, like a blower: "Are you going to break up with me...... I knew you only liked him. Can't you like him? ”

Liang Chan had nothing to say.

Li Aoran's prediction was wrong, Jiang Qishu was drunk and could indeed talk nonsense, but what he said was not "he wants to break up with her", but "she wants to break up with him", the meaning of the two is too far apart.

"I'll answer you when you're sober." Liang Chan stretched out his hand to push him, "Now, get up from me, I'm almost out of breath." ”

It's useless to say some things to him now, maybe she will forget them when she wakes up, then she said them in vain.

There is no reason for a drunk person, Jiang Qishu was injured by her action of pushing her away, and hugged her body tighter. His arms were like two vines, firmly wrapped around her, and their bodies were pressed together.

"Liang Chan." He choked up and called her.

Liang Chan craned his neck and replied with difficulty: "Hmm." "She's not kidding, she's really out of breath.

"Liang Chan." Jiang Qishu's lips brushed her ears and neck, like a red-hot soldering iron leaving hot marks.

Liang Chan was sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and he responded to him patiently: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Qishu "took advantage of the drunkenness to commit murder", he had no reason at all, and he made a mess with his instincts, his fingers lifted the sweater of the person under him, and the slightly cool air got in, and his skin had a layer of goosebumps.

Liang Chan's scalp tightened, and the words "drunk and disorderly" popped out of his mind, and he was about to break away from Jiang Qishu's embrace desperately, but he stopped first.

Jiang Qishu's eyes were too dim with the smell of wine, and he looked fixedly at the small piece of skin on her bare abdomen, his breathing stagnant, and the air froze.

Liang Chan felt numb all over her body, and she didn't realize what he was looking at, until the touch of her fingertips gently rubbed on the part of her tattoo, she was shocked, and it was too late to cover it.

Soon, though, she relaxed.

Just a pattern, nothing.

She secretly thought that no one could understand anything other than the cicada except the tattoo artist, just a few wavy lines, she used to think it was the wind, and it didn't mean anything in the eyes of others.

"Is this the cicada of Liang Cicada?" Jiang Qishu's fingertips ran over the lifelike cicada and muttered to himself.

When Liang Chan heard him ask, he felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably, and he didn't want him to stare at this, so he pulled down his sweater to cover it. Jiang Qishu's hand pressed on the tattoo office, and he crossed the elegant lines with feeling.

"It's ...... Wind? He guessed.

Liang Chan was stunned, forgetting his reaction, and the whole person was like a fish with its gills plucked, lying quietly on the chopping board, waiting for the imminent death sentence.

"It's the wind."

Jiang Qishu said it again, no longer a question, but an affirmative tone.

*

The after-effects of a hangover are very strong, especially for people who don't drink very much. Jiang Qishu slept until the evening of the next day.

The curtains in the living room were not drawn, and the sunset was like orange juice pouring in, shining on people's eyes.

Jiang Qishu was lying on the sofa in the same posture as last night, covered with a thick quilt, and the smell of wine that could not be dispersed between his noses was fermented from the initial sweetened cherry flavor to the taste of rotten sweet potatoes after a night and half a day.

He was the only one in the apartment, Jiang Qishu turned his head, there were two bottles of mineral water on the coffee table, he picked up one casually, half-propped himself up, unscrewed the cap and poured a few sips of water.

The cold fluid slid down his throat, causing his brain to wake up faster.

He had never been drunk, and this was the first time, combined with the experiences shared by others, he thought that he would wake up and forget what he had done when he was drunk. In fact, at this moment, his mind is like a movie, and frame by frame flashes his absurd behavior last night.

He was taken back to the apartment by Liang Chan, he desperately suppressed her and kissed, was pushed away by her and pestered her without skin and face, lifted her clothes, wanted to get closer to her, but discovered her deepest secret.

How much love she has to have, she will combine her and Shao Linfeng's names on her body.

He heard that the pain during the tattoo depends on the personal physique, I don't know if she will be in pain, what was she thinking at that time, thinking that the cicada and the wind will never be separated for the rest of their lives, or even if they can't be together, she has to use another form to cling to him.

Such deep feelings, Jiang Qishu, what do you compare with Shao Linfeng? He asked himself over and over again.

Jiang Qishu buried his face between his knees, and let the time slip away quietly, until the sunset faded away, and the night came again, he finally moved his stiff body and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table.

The phone that didn't charge last night has five percent battery left, and a red alert hangs in the upper right corner of the screen.

Jiang Qishu opened WeChat, and Liang Chan left him a message at 7:10 in the morning.

Liang Chan: "I'm going back to school, and there is breakfast I bought in the kitchen, if it's cold, I'll warm it up and eat it." ”

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Liang Chan sent him another one.

Liang Chan: "Haven't you woken up yet?" ”

Jiang Qishu's eyes darkened, he withdrew, and slid to the bottom, where there were several unread messages from Li Aoran.

Li Aoran: "I helped you ask the teacher for leave, don't thank me well!" Invite me to dinner! [Insane hint .jpg]"

Li Aoran: "Am I not here, don't you come at noon?" ”

Li Aoran: "I'll continue to help you ask for leave in the afternoon." ”

Li Aoran: "Damn, what time has it been and you haven't shown up yet, and your combat effectiveness isn't strong to this extent, right?" ”

Li Aoran: "Well, take back the previous sentence, I saw Liang Chan in school." ”

Jiang Qishu didn't reply to his boring nonsense, and re-clicked into the chat dialog box with Liang Chan. He couldn't delay any longer, he was greedy day after day, and the longer it was, the deeper the reluctance in his heart became. The words that should have been said on his birthday are still hidden in his stomach.

After editing just a few words, Jiang Qishu used all his strength, and his fingers tapped the green "send" button. Thanks to the fast network, there is no delay at all, and it is sent in an instant.

Jiang Qishu closed his eyes and it was over, and this relationship that started out of nowhere ended in a sloppy way.

*

Liang Chan has been in class all day, and his mobile phone has been on silent.

When the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, she remembered that the messages she sent to Jiang Qishu in the morning and at noon had not been answered, so she took out her mobile phone from her bag and wanted to ask him if he had come to school, but she unexpectedly received a reply from him.

Just five words, plus a full stop.

You don't need to click on the dialog box, you can see it at a glance in the message notification bar.

Jiang Qishu: "Let's break up." ”

Liang Chan stubbornly clicked into the dialog box to confirm the time of his message, ten minutes ago.

Judging by the metabolic speed of young people, the alcohol in the body should have been decomposed by the alcohol drunk last night, and there is no drunken gibberish.

"Liang Chan, don't you want to leave?"

The three people in front of them walked and found that there was one person missing, and when they looked back, Liang Cicada was a lot behind, and the pestle was like a telephone pole there.

Liang Chan responded with a dejected "coming", and looked at these words repeatedly while walking, and after seeing them, he almost didn't recognize these words.

She didn't believe that Jiang Qishu would break up with her.

Don't...... Does he mind that tattoo?

"Let's go, let's eat, weren't you hungry for the last afternoon class?" Lu Mingming grabbed her arm, glanced over, and saw the words "Jiang Qishu" on her mobile phone, and immediately became sour, "You meet every day, and the chat is still so intensive, aren't you tired?" ”

Xiao Li smiled: "You don't understand, if my boyfriend is at Jiang Qishu's level, I will stick to him every second." ”

Lu Mingming: "It's also huh." ”

Liang Chan was not in the mood to listen to their jokes, so she called Jiang Qishu, and a mechanical female voice replied to her: "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off." ”

(End of chapter)