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Chapter 18 Lost.

The boy's slightly tense voice fell.

Jiang Xing has always turned his back to Ji Xu, and has not turned around yet.

Ji Xu was a little nervous for some reason, and wiped his palm twice on his clothes to wipe away the sweat. He turned around slowly, and when he saw the scene behind him clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

Jiang Xing was standing three or four steps away from him. He was wearing a complicated black court gauze skirt, which fit tightly against his skin, and vividly outlined the green lines of his waist and abdomen.

The black dress and the cold white skin are distinct, and the extremely simple color collides with a erosive coquettishness under the light. The two-stage zipper perfectly exposes the back.

The slightly protruding shoulder blades are thin and sharp, and the dress is of the dark series, like a cold white butterfly perched on black rotten wood, fragile and trembling.

This court dress is suitable for mature women, but if worn on men, it will look nondescript.But Jiang Xing stretched the clothes up.

The juvenile's youthfulness and flirtatious dress collide with the astringent and intoxicating aroma of red wine.

Jiang Xing's tone was irritated, he tilted his head and said, "Hurry up."

"……Oh."

Ji Xu didn't dare to look, lowered his eyes, approached slowly, then bent slightly, and when he was about to wrap his arms around Jiang Xing's waist, he paused slightly: "Um...you...you should raise your hand."

He wanted to measure it, Jiang Xing had his hands hanging down, it was not convenient for him.

The two were infinitely close, and because Ji Xu bent over, all the rest of his breath fell on Jiang Xing's fair shoulders.The squishy, ​​scalding temperature is mixed in this almost cramped distance, unable to circulate, and gradually becomes viscous.

Jiang Xing raised his hand, and the depression in the middle of the shoulder blade became more beautiful.

Ji Xu held his breath and forced himself not to look, he calmly shook off the tape measure, stretched it out to the front and circled it around, and when he circled back, he saw clearly that his fingers were trembling slightly.

"..."

What are you shaking?

The good brother wears a skirt, he just measures the size, why are you so nervous?

Ji Xu exhaled lightly, squeezed the tape measure behind him, and inevitably touched the skin of Jiang Xing's waist. The cool and delicate touch contrasted sharply with his hot fingertips.

Jiang Xing's body froze suddenly.

Ji Xu let go of his hand abruptly.

"..."

The air is quiet.

Jiang Xing couldn't see Ji Xu's expression, and didn't notice that the atmosphere was slightly wrong, but he pulled his collar uncomfortably to dispel the dryness, and said, "Are you hot? Your fingers burned me."

Ji Xu scratched his head: "...it seems a little bit."

He found a reason: "Maybe it's too close, I'll hurry up."

Jiang Xing: "Okay."

They were indeed quite close, although he didn't want to admit it, but Ji Xu's stature was one size bigger than him, almost covering him from behind, the scorching breath encroached on his space too much, never No friend is close to him with such an almost intimate gesture.

He suppressed the urge to run away, silently allowing Ji Xu to measure the size little by little.

Jiang Xing didn't speak, and Ji Xu, who was usually talkative, was also unusually quiet.

There was an old voice vaguely outside. It was Grandpa Ji who came back, and Grandma Ji went out to meet her.

After finally measuring, Ji Xu stepped back a few steps, the sticky heat seemed to dissipate, he breathed a sigh of relief, and silently recited the measurement just now in his heart.

"Well, at the same table, I'll go out first, just call me after you change your clothes."

After saying that, Ji Xu hastily pushed the door open, the cool and comfortable evening wind outside blows in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers along the crack of the door, and is blocked by the closed door.

Undressing is always faster than putting on clothes.

Jiang Xing took off his skirt, put on his school uniform, opened the door and went out——

Ji Xu was right by the door, smiling and handing over a glass of iced honey water.

"Thirst Quenching."

Jiang Xing handed over the skirt, took the honey water, took a sip, and suppressed the heat: "Thank you."

He glanced at Ji Xu coolly: "You can't let the fourth person know what happened today."

Ji Xu: "Don't worry, don't worry."

He took the skirt into the back room.

Soon, the grandparents and grandchildren were laughing and chatting inside, all of which were trivial things in daily life.

In the kitchen is the sound of Grandpa Ji cooking. The aroma of home-cooked dishes and sweet-scented osmanthus permeate into the night. The ordinary and ordinary smoke falls in the eyes and heart, creating a down-to-earth and comfortable feeling of home.

Jiang Xing felt that he should leave.

After drinking the honey water in his hand, he went into the house and put his backpack on his back, then turned on his mobile phone and sent a message to Ji Xu on WeChat:

[The phone is almost out of battery, so I'll go back first. ]

Jiang Xing frowned slightly, hoping to get home before turning off the phone.

He pushed open the iron-barred door silently and stepped into the night.

The figure of the boy carrying the shoulder bag was gradually engulfed by the darkness, feeling a little lonely for no reason.

When Ji Xu saw the message Jiang Xing sent him, five or six minutes had passed.

When I first saw it, I was stunned for a moment, because he and Jiang Xing were together almost every day, and rarely chatted on WeChat or Facebook. After reading it, he quickly replied:

[Do you know the way? ]

Long time no reply.

Ji Xu clicked on □□ again, and saw Jiang Xing's avatar and offline status.

"..."

No, there will be no electricity at this time.

Ji Xu was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered the time when he and Jiang Xing had just met, when this guy had a fever and got lost in the teaching building.

Because the houses in the old district have been built for many years, the streets and alleys in this area are more complicated than those in the school and the Tibetan incense district.Sometimes acquaintances can't tell the difference, let alone Jiang Xing who doesn't know the east, west, north and south.

This little fool, what are you running around for?

Thinking of this, Ji Xu yelled into the room: "Grandma, I'm going out to find someone! You eat first, don't wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, he ran out in a hurry, and Grandma Ji yelled from behind: "You brat is running again, slow down!"

"understood--"

It's getting late.

Jiang Xing was really lost.

The terrain in the old area is so complex that even navigation is confusing.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the phone was off, and he walked forward instinctively, and then circled himself into a relatively deserted street corner.

This place is unfamiliar, so he shouldn't be circling in circles.

Well, it can be considered an improvement.

There are very few young people in the old district, and the elderly go to bed early. The place is remote and there are not many people.Jiang Xing tightened the strap of his schoolbag, and he walked for another half an hour without giving up, and then came back for some reason.

"..."

Jiang Xing sighed.

Suddenly there was a mentality of wanting to show up.

He looked around, and his eyes fell on the bench by the road. There was an osmanthus tree behind the bench, and the wooden chair was covered with osmanthus.

Jiang Xing stretched out his hand to sweep it twice, put the backpack by his hand, sat on the bench, leaned back, and looked at the clear night sky through the sparse tree shade.

The sound of dogs barking and chickens crowing is far and near, wherever the eyes can see, in the distance, around, every household is lit with lights, and each light represents a home.

Family.

Jiang Xing touched the cool cell phone, his dark pupils reflected the lights in the distance, the lights shrunk into a small ball, and when he lowered his eyes, they disappeared in a flash.

He lay down on the bench, pillowed on his schoolbag, and watched the sweet-scented osmanthus above his head fall quietly under the evening wind.

Jiang Xing is 17 years old. He has a slender figure, but he hasn't fully grown. He can barely lie down without rolling or turning over.I don't know what time it is now, but I guess it should be around ten o'clock.

He usually stays up late, and it is normal to go to bed at two or three o'clock. Now it should be the time when he is in good spirits, but he is inexplicably sleepy.It may be that there is no live broadcast, and there is no [day. ] and his passion line, a moment do not know what to do.

He probably won't be able to go back tonight. If anyone passes by tomorrow, he will ask for directions before going out.

But the only good thing is that he is used to being alone, no one is looking for him, and naturally no one is waiting for him to go back, so it will make people worry if he doesn't care.

Jiang Xing slowly closed his eyes, breathing gradually.

Perhaps it was the gradually cooling wind that blew into the dream, and he had the dream that he hadn't had for a long time again, but it was just weird and messy like spliced ​​fragments.

He went back to when he was six years old, looking up at his parents arguing.

"I'm telling you Jiang Shengde! I have to leave this marriage, I'm done with it! You don't stay home every day, do you have the vacation you agreed upon!"

"Ruan Ruan, how many times have I said this? I'm really busy, there are too many patients in the hospital! Can't you understand something?"

"For the sake of the children, okay?"

"Get lost! If it wasn't for Xiaoxing, would I have endured you for so long?!"

"Divorce is divorce!"

The bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces fell to the instep.

The green divorce certificate was put into the bag by his mother, and Jiang Xing was led by her, and he glanced back at the broken home in a daze.

He was six years old at that time. After his mother divorced, she vowed to make a career on her own, and took him to Haishi to work hard.

A woman is working hard alone in a big city with her child, and she is very tired.They lived in a cheap rental house, and Jiang Xing knew that his mother was very tired, so he learned to cook and wash clothes early on, not as sensible as a child.

He took care of his mother who was drunk and invested, packed his schoolbags, left good meals, went to school alone, and stayed at No. 1. He kept all the money he saved to buy gifts for his mother.

This kind of life is very hard, and my mother often ignores him because of her busy schedule.

The scar on Jiang Xing's left arm was also left at that time, but he thinks it's nothing. He will work hard to protect his mother and make their life better.

Lived like this for more than two years.

Jiang Xing gradually adapted.

Then, one day, his mother gave up this life, married a business partner, and became a stay-at-home wife.

"Xiao Xing, this will be your new home from now on. This is Uncle Su, you can also call him Dad."

Eight-year-old Jiang Xing was extremely conflicted, shut himself in the room, curled up into a ball, and cried for a long time.

How can you count as a family?

How could it be so easy to change homes.

……

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus lingers in the dream, gently brushing away all the bad scenes behind, the young man's frowning brows are quietly relieved, and he falls into a dark sleep.

He rested his fingers on his abdomen, and a layer of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fell on his body.

When Ji Xu came over, he saw such a scene, and the breath he had been holding in his heart was relieved. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his breath was not stable.

With a movement in his throat, he swallowed back the "Jiang Xing" that he was about to shout, and Ji Xu approached slowly with light steps, and squatted down beside the bench.

He looked at Jiang Xing's peaceful sleeping face, couldn't hold back, and cursed with a low smile, "He has no conscience."

When he first came out to look for it, he couldn't find it, so he went to Jiang Xing's house to check. The lights inside were off and the door was locked, obviously he didn't go home.

After that, he went to the hotels around the school to ask around, but he couldn't find anyone. He made sure that Jiang Xing was still in the old district, and then he came back and searched around again.

Ji Xu sat on the ground casually, rested for a while, relied on Jiang Xing not being able to hear, and said softly, "It's really not easy to find you, if you are stupid and road-crazy, don't run around, it's very worrying."

"You are so good-looking, you are easily abducted and taken to a ravine as a wife, do you know that?"

Ji Xu babbled and babbled for a long time, and finally let out the bad breath in his heart. After resting enough, he stood up in a good mood, carefully bent down, removed the schoolbag under Jiang Xing's head, and carried it in front of him.

Then he gently lifted Jiang Xing up on his back, and walked steadily forward.

Jiang Xing frowned, babbled a few times, leaned on Ji Xu's back, found a comfortable position, and soon fell silent.

Ji Xu: "Fortunately, my feet are healed, otherwise you would be sleeping on the street, do you know..."

"Are you stupid? You don't know how to knock on the door and ask for directions, or give me a call."

Jiang Xing: zZZ

Ji Xu: "Balabala..."

Jiang Xing: zZZ

As if annoyed by Ji Xu's chattering whispers, Jiang Xing frowned, his light breath fell on Ji Xu's neck, and he murmured ferociously:

"Keep making noise... Dark Shark, you..."

Ji Xu shut up in seconds, and after a while, he muttered, "Dark Shark, you and I are also little fools."

After a while, he repeated: "Little fool."

Tired of carrying him so far.

After saying these two sentences, Ji Xu finally felt completely comfortable, stopped talking, and went home with the little fool on his back.

Their shadows were drawn long by the street lamps.

Osmanthus falls in the shadow, like stars scattered in the night.

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