Give me back my tail

Chapter 36

Whether the temperature is changing faster or the heart is changing faster, Ji Rong suddenly thought of such a hypocritical and literary question when he took the coat from the closet to wear the next day.

If it wasn't for Zhao Zecheng's reminder, Ji Rong would have almost forgotten that he still has a lot of things left in that small apartment.

Plush toys and sweaters, the shampoo I bought together, the cap was lost, and the fountain pen with half of the ink used up.

Zhao Zecheng put the big box and the small box together, and the mess on the floor soon became much cleaner.

He held those in his arms, and seeing that Ji Rong didn't speak for a long time, he smiled: "I'm just kidding, you can take it away if you want."

"Do you want to take it?" Zhao Zecheng asked, and then said, "But it's a bit much, or take it next time, or call a car."

Ji Rong didn't open the closet to check how many clothes he had, and he couldn't figure out whether he had enough things to call a taxi.

He was just flustered, so he murmured a vague yes, and said goodbye in a panic.

So far, Zhao Zecheng's daily text contact with him has also stopped.

Ji Rong took out the clothes he was going to wear tomorrow and put them on the bedside. After lying down, he turned off the light in the room.

As usual, Qian Bing didn't come back at night. The room was very quiet, and the sound of cars passing by downstairs in the community could be heard, as well as the small conversations of some residents.

Ji Rong stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned sideways again, took out his phone and turned it on.

There was no notification in the information column of the mobile phone that opened the Internet. Even so, Ji Rong confirmed that he clicked on WeChat and scrolled down to the column of Zhao Zecheng.

Zhao Zecheng said good night to Ji Rong a few days ago, and Ji Rong returned to him.

Then there is no more.

The holidays are very boring, and there is no winter break for Ji Rong's intermediate class, so the only thing worth going out is to go to class.

He goes out on foot every day, walks to the address of the new classroom in 15 minutes, buys bread and milk for five yuan for dinner, and then listens to a class that has no interest in him.

Fortunately, the teacher of the intermediate class is not Ye Qianqian, and he doesn't have the habit of checking the length of everyone's tails after every class, and Ji Rong doesn't have any particularly close friends who insist on dragging him down from the fifth floor.

Otherwise, Ji Rong might find out the fact that his tail is as short as a rabbit in the next second, and then throw him back under Ye Qianqian's jurisdiction.

Such a day has passed for half a month.

The fox family has no habit of celebrating the Spring Festival, and Ji Rong can only tell from the red lanterns hung along the way and more and more Spring Festival couplets pasted up that the New Year's Eve is getting closer and closer.

There are more people on the street.

Their area belongs to the suburbs of City B, and the renovation efforts are not strong, so the New Year flavor is quite strong, and there will be some small stalls selling New Year's goods along the way.

The things sold in the land are similar, the Spring Festival couplets are red envelopes and incense, and some of them bring some peanuts and other snacks.

When Ji Rong passed by one of the houses, he noticed that it was different from other places. There were some small sachets here, so he frowned.

The store was very enthusiastic, and Tong Jirong said: "Brother, you are from the south, right? This is our specialty, Su embroidery, and it is easy to give away on any festival."

Ji Rong didn't deny it. He picked up one of them and looked at it. Two ducks were trimmed on the red satin surface, and there were some indistinct small characters. It was a bulging ball inside, and it smelled of some herbs.

"Hey." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Brother, you have good eyesight. This is the last one. Give it to someone. I'm sure you'll like it."

"The last one?" Ji Rong didn't quite understand.

He saw that there was a row of similar red sachets on the table, and he didn't understand why the aunt said it was the last one.But the enthusiasm introduced by the aunt, Ji Rong stayed for a long time, and it was not expensive, so he still paid for it.Just experience the taste of the year that has nothing to do with him.

The current payment methods are all fashionable, and even the old lady who is only temporarily setting up a stall has a QR code.

Ji Rong took it out and scanned it. Just after paying, the information bar suddenly jumped.

Ji Rong's eyelids twitched when he saw that the letter was from Zhao Zecheng.

Zhao Zecheng sent two pictures to Ji Rong, one was Ji Rong's clothes in the closet, and the other was an empty new hanger. Ji Rong noticed that there was another hanger in the background, which was already full of the clothes he brought last time. .

Zhao Zecheng asked him: Can I pick it up tomorrow?

Ji Rong thought for a while, and then asked Zhao Zecheng: Do you want a taxi?

"I don't need it tomorrow," Zhao Zecheng replied quickly, "I will give you a ride tomorrow."

Ji Rong seemed to be used to being arranged by Zhao Zecheng, so he agreed obediently.

The next day was still sunny.

I don't know if he didn't want to face it or what, Ji Rong purposely stayed in bed for a long time, and then walked over slowly after lunch, and it was past three o'clock when he arrived.

Zhao Zecheng opened the door wearing an apron.

The strong smell of rice wafted out of the room as he opened the door, enveloping Ji Rong for the first second.

"I didn't move the clothes inside," Zhao Zecheng said, "I haven't thrown away the box yet, thinking you might need to use it."

He walked towards the kitchen while talking, busy removing the lid of the pot: "There is also that hanger, shall we take it with us later?"

Ji Rong pinched the palm of his hand, he didn't know what to say, he nodded and said good, and walked into the bedroom.

The sheets were replaced by Zhao Zecheng, and some bottles and jars he brought back last time were placed on the bedside table.Although there is no big change, but at first glance, it is already a different room.

It was a different room from when Ji Rong was there.

Ji Rong didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little sour.

He squatted down, opened the bottom drawer first, and threw the underwear and pantyhose he left here into the box.

Ji Rong didn't leave many things here, but they were very scattered, and it was not easy to tidy them up. After he had almost tidied them up, Zhao Zecheng's large table of dishes was served.

Ji Rong came out to say hello to him, but Zhao Zecheng happened to be taking off his apron, so he said naturally, "Let's go after eating."

There is not enough food for two people on the table.

Zhao Zecheng glanced at Ji Rong. Ji Rong didn't know if he saw his question, but Zhao Zecheng didn't explain.

Both sat down in silence.

Ji Rong is tasteless.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao Zecheng suddenly stood up, ran over to turn on the TV, and took another jug ​​of wine.

Zhao Zecheng said to have a drink, and before Ji Rong could answer, he poured some for him.

The light of the TV program was reflected in the living room where the lights were not turned on. The host said in a cheerful tone: Time flies, and a year passes like this.

Ji Rong couldn't concentrate and didn't listen carefully. He just felt that the happier the voice on the TV, the worse his mood would be, as if he was caught and squeezed by something.

Zhao Zecheng touched his cup, picked it up and took a sip.

Ji Rong looked up to see his Adam's apple rolling, and raised his own too.

Ji Rong drank with Zhao Zecheng for the second time.

The last time he invited Zhao Zecheng, he did it in a clumsy way, and broke up unhappy. This time, Zhao Zecheng invited him, and the ending probably wasn't much better, because the wine was still so bad, and Ji Rong took a big gulp, so hot that he almost choked. Immediately reddened and his face became hot.

Zhao Zecheng looked at him: "Is it delicious?"

Ji Rong said it was not good to drink, he was too weak to drink, he was a little dizzy after just one sip, and suddenly remembered that Zhao Zecheng was going to drive, so he grabbed his hand holding the wine glass: "You want to drive."

Ji Rong saw Zhao Zecheng's mouth pursed. He turned around and looked at Ji Rong, as if he was helpless, and asked him, "Do you want to leave now?"

"What?" Ji Rong frowned.

Zhao Zecheng smiled, reached out to touch Ji Rong's hair, poked his face again, and said softly, "Aren't you going?"

Ji Rong didn't understand what happened to Zhao Zecheng, how he repeated and contradicted himself.

Just now he was asked to clean up by himself, but now he is told not to leave.

Ji Rong waved him: "If you don't leave, why did you tell me to clean up?"

Ji Rong felt extremely wronged. He didn't understand why he and Zhao Zecheng would always be what Zhao Zecheng said. He didn't understand why he wanted to be obedient. He didn't understand why Zhao Zecheng really didn't want to leave when he said no.

Ji Rong said: "Why... why did you let me clean it up alone? When I put it in, it was obviously put by two people together."

The corners of Ji Rong's eyes were a little red, and the sore nose he had suppressed in the room just now came back all at once, and the uncontrollable heat surged up, making his eye sockets moist.

"Why," Ji Rong said again, he stretched out his hand to hit Zhao Zecheng, "Why do you tell me to come, and tell me to leave."

He looked at Zhao Zecheng seemingly angrily, but in fact he was weak and easy to bully, without any lethality.

Zhao Zecheng just poked again, and Ji Rong burst into tears.

"You asked me to come back to you, and I did, too."

Tears slid down Ji Rong's cheeks, and Zhao Zecheng's thumb stopped them before they could wet the skin too much, and wiped them off gently.

Ji Rong didn't wipe it for him, but turned his face to wipe it himself: "But you stopped posting again, you always lie to me."

Zhao Zecheng is really hateful, he is still laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Ji Rong yelled, he was panting, his nose was red, he looked pitiful and cute, and scolded Zhao Zecheng, "Tricked me back to get clothes again."

Ji Rong cried and said: "I don't want to take it at all. When I take the clothes, I feel so sad."

Zhao Zecheng stood up from his seat and squatted in front of Ji Rong.

"It's not sad, it's not sad." He raised his hand to wipe Ji Rong's tears, coaxed him softly, and laughed again, "I didn't do it on purpose, I don't use this reason, I'm afraid you won't come."

On the TV, the hosts finally ended their noisy and lengthy opening, and announced unanimously: "All the hosts on our stage, to the people of all ethnic groups in the country, and the sons and daughters of China all over the world, Happy New Year!"

"..." Ji Rong paused, as if he had heard some news, he glanced at the TV and sniffed blankly.

Zhao Zecheng held his face and laughed out loud: "Doesn't the little fox know what day it is today?"

"Happy New Year." After a while, Zhao Zecheng said.

Ji Rong's tears were still streaming, which seemed incompatible with the background music of the TV and the happy atmosphere of family reunion across the country.

Zhao Zecheng is also the most irresponsible person who asks for forgiveness. He actually caused people to cry on New Year's Eve, and he even wanted to be kidnapped morally.

"Rongrong forgive me, it's the Chinese New Year." Zhao Zecheng joked.

He smiled, but stopped shortly afterwards.

Maybe it's because the posture of kneeling on one knee itself has a sense of solemnity. Zhao Zecheng looked up at Ji Rong, looking serious and serious, and the promises he made seemed to be true, credible, and valid forever.

"I won't lie to you about anything in the future," Zhao Zecheng said. "In the future, I will obey my words, correct my mistakes, change my mind, and pay my wages, do my laundry and cook, and do whatever you say, okay?"

The author says:

I'm almost finished writing... This article is really difficult to write orz, the last few chapters will be revised when I have the ability to modify them. For the time being, I can only write them like this.