After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

At ten o'clock, Su Jing came back and saw Jiang Yi lying on the sofa, staring at the TV, his face as gloomy as the sky outside.

Today was Qingming Festival, and the drizzle hadn't stopped. But she didn't bring an umbrella, so she had been outside for two hours, her clothes were soaked, and now she was quite cold. Su Jing was in a low mood, and didn't intend to pay attention to him. She changed her shoes, went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, and drank it in one gulp. Only then did she feel better.

After coming out of the kitchen, Su Biao went straight to the room, prepared to take a shower with hot water, and then hurried to read.

Seeing that Su Jing had no intention of paying attention to him, Jiang Yi's already unhappy mood became even more unhappy. He followed Su Jing all the way to her door and then couldn't help but speak: "Hey, I'm here? I'm so big, can't you see it?"

Su Jing turned her head to look at him, "Why, are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yi looked at her, and none of the questions he had thought of asking him came to mind. He was just a little unhappy and wanted to get angry, but he couldn't find a reason to get angry at her. The two stared at each other for a while, and seeing that Jiang Yi had nothing to say, Su Jing didn't ask him any more, turned around and went into the room, closing the door.

Jiang Yi also heard the sound of the safety being turned inside after the door closed. His already tight chest became even tighter.

What? Locking the door? She took the cake out and gave it to someone else, and now she's locked the door again? What does that mean? What does that mean? Is she trying to distance herself from me now that she has a boyfriend? Is she afraid of what I might do, or is she afraid of her boyfriend misunderstanding her? Hasn't she only liked me for all these years? Didn't she say there's no one better looking than me? Is she going to go find that top-ranked kid from No. 1 Middle School? Is she dissatisfied with my poor grades, or is she worried that I'm affecting her studies?

If she's dating, then she can do it. It's none of my business, so why is she doing it behind my back? I didn't stop her from dating, so why didn't she let me know? She knows all the girls who are pursuing me, so why didn't she let me know she has a boyfriend? Can't she wait until after the college entrance exam? Don't you know which exam you're taking? If you have time for dating, why not bake cakes for others? Why not practice painting?

The more Jiang Yi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He stared at the closed door, bit his lip, and waved his fist.

He really wanted to knock on Su Jing's door and ask her who she had gone out to meet and why she had made him a cake. But he was a little hesitant. Su Jing had a bad temper and would scold her if he asked her something she didn't want to talk about. If he asked her more questions, she would even get violent.

Jiang Yi turned off the TV, which he wasn't watching, and stood up, walking to Su Jing's door. He reached for the doorknob but didn't turn it. He'd just heard her turn the safety pin inside. How embarrassing would it be if he couldn't open the door? But what if he opened it without knocking and she got angry?

He held the door handle, hesitated for a moment, then pressed his ear to the door and listened for a moment. It wasn't completely quiet; there seemed to be the sound of water. In the end, Jiang Yi didn't turn the doorknob. It didn't matter if she locked it or not. She'd have to open the door if I wanted to get in anyway. She lived in my house. After thinking this over, Jiang Yi turned and headed upstairs.

Two minutes later, he came downstairs again, carrying a bag and a pile of books, and walked to her door. Without saying a word, with a wooden face, he just used his index finger to knock on the door in the rhythm of a monk knocking a wooden fish, one after another.

Today is April 4th. Just like in her previous life, Su Jing went to the cemetery with a cake and a letter that she wrote to him every year.

The cemetery where he was buried in his previous life was just beginning to be developed, with only a gate and a reception hall. She didn't know what had brought her to this place. The person she was going to pay her respects to had just been talking to her and was now eating a cake she had made specifically for him. Yet, she still came to this place, which would one day be his final resting place, carrying another cake she had made specifically for him.

Was this a curse on him? Or was it because he was still thinking about the person he didn't get in his past life, that he was able to let go of the person who had changed so much? But these two people were clearly the same person in different time and space. The person he had always kept deep in his heart was the same person.

Su Jing followed the path she remembered, arriving at a hillside still covered in trees. She gazed into the distance, still a lush green hilltop. She pondered the question she hadn't figured out since her rebirth. Finally, after sneezing several times, she decided to let it go. Who cares? We're the same person anyway; he's just another him in a parallel universe. I miss that him, but he won't even know. If you can let go, let go. If you can't, just light some incense for peace of mind.

She picked up the cake on the ground and said to the sky, "I'm here. You in that time and space, please bless me in this time and space, okay?" Then Su Jing ate the cake while walking down the mountain along the way she came. When she reached the gate, she threw everything she brought into the makeshift incinerator.

Su Jing stood in front of the incinerator, watching those things burn out bit by bit, until only white ash with sparks was left. Only then did she feel like she had let go of something and walked out of the cemetery gate.

After knocking for a while, no one came out to open the door. Jiang Yi put his ear to the door and listened again. The sound of water seemed to have died down, so he guessed the shower was done. He stood up and continued knocking like a wooden fish.

Su Jingcai had just dried herself, opened the bathroom door, and was bending over to wrap a towel around her wet hair when she heard the rhythmic banging of a wooden fish outside. She wondered, "What's wrong with this guy today? He's even beating a wooden fish!" Who's pissing him off again?

But when she listened again, the sound seemed to be knocking on her door. Su Jing took the nightgown she had taken off in the bathroom that morning and put it on her head. Without even having time to put on her underwear, she went to open the door for the young master. When she came back, she saw his face and knew that he was unhappy. If she didn't open the door quickly, he would nag her to death.

"I was taking a shower just now and didn't hear it." Su Jing explained before the door was opened.

"Just take a shower and lock the toilet. You locked the outer door as well. Why? Are you afraid I'll come in..." Jiang Yi heard the sound of turning the doorknob, and without waiting for her to open the door, he pushed it open and walked in. He walked straight to the desk, put down the book in his hand, and turned around. He was about to say something, but he forgot everything the moment Jiang Yi turned around.

Su Jing was wearing a rosy red nightgown with suspenders, her head slightly lowered, wiping her hair with a towel in both hands. She had bought two nightgowns herself when she moved in, one rose red and the other sapphire blue.

The nightgown was made of silk, perfectly smooth and snug. The rose-red color was striking on her, and her well-developed bust danced merrily beneath it as she brushed her hair. The ravines between her breasts seemed even deeper against her milky white skin.

He subconsciously lowered his eyelids, not intending to look at her body again. But looking down was even more terrifying! The nightgown had a high slit on the side, and a white leg was just peeking out from the slit. Creamy white skin... what's that word? Oh, yes, skin as white as cream!

Jiang Yi suddenly felt that he was good at Chinese and could actually remember this word.

His throat was a little dry, so he swallowed and forced himself not to look, but to look at the ground.

Damn it! I can’t look any further down!

Su Jing was probably in a hurry to open the door, so she wasn't wearing slippers. Her two small feet were exposed, clean and exposed before his eyes. Her skin was as white as cream, her ankles were slender, her toes were small and round, and her toenails were translucent pink...

This foot is so small, I can hold it in my hand...

Jiang Yi's mind went blank, his breathing stopped, and he didn't even notice if his heart was still beating. He felt like Sun Wukong had cast a spell, unable to move. But the blood in his body suddenly received a command and all gathered in one direction, making him feel that he had to return to his room immediately.

"I'm not afraid of shit." Su Jing didn't even look up at him, still drying her hair with her head slightly lowered. She didn't like using a hairdryer, so she tried to dry it as much as possible. She said this as she walked towards the closet. She was just afraid that if she took too long to open the door, Jiang Yi would nag her to death, so she went to open the door in her nightgown. Now she had to change into normal clothes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Jiang Yi let her voice bring him back to reality. Seeing that she was looking for clothes in the closet with her back to him, he hurriedly said, "Wait for me while you do your homework together." He hunched over and ran out the door.

Su Jing heard him walking quickly, and without looking back, she casually asked, "What did you forget to take?"

Jiang Yi had already run upstairs and didn't answer. Su Jing didn't care and went into the bathroom with her clothes. After she changed her clothes and sat at the table to recite an ancient Chinese text, Jiang Yi didn't come down.

Jiang Yi bought this silk nightgown. When Su Jing moved in, he disliked the old T-shirt she wore to bed. He happened to be passing by that day and saw a "buy one, get one free" ad. He thought it was a good deal, and when he touched it, it felt smooth, soft, and comfortable. He bought two without paying attention to the style.

Jiang Yi ran upstairs, and Wu Wanqiu was walking downstairs after getting dressed. She had an appointment with friends to go out today.

"Hey, what are you doing? Running so fast?" Wu Wanqiu asked. Jiang Yi bumped into her lightly as he ran past.

"Nothing." Jiang Yi had already entered the room and slammed the door shut.

"You're in such a rush. Did someone step on you?" Wu Wanqiu said, "Go upstairs slowly. Be careful not to fall."

The door was closed, and the son didn't hear it. Wu Wanqiu shook her head, walked to the living room, and called out to Su Jing, "Xiao Jing, tell Auntie not to cook my dinner."

"it is good."

As soon as the door closed, Jiang Yi's tense nerves finally relaxed. He leaned against the door and took a few breaths, then turned the safety on and locked the door. He then walked to the window and closed the curtains. Without turning on the lights, the only light in the room came through the gap in the curtains.

Jiang Yi took off his clothes as he walked. When he reached the bed, he untied the string of his sweatpants. When he lay down on the bed, there was nothing left on his body.

He leaned against the headboard, his breathing becoming heavier, and he held himself and closed his eyes.

A red nightgown, creamy skin, tall, snow-capped peaks, dancing...

Ah……

Jiang Yi's mind was in a mess.

This feeling hasn't appeared in a long time. It's so swollen that it almost explodes.

The sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the dim room, as well as a few intermittent sounds that burst out from the throat and were tried hard to be suppressed.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, his eyes looking at the tissue box on the bedside table, but he didn't want to reach out to take it at all.