I won't chase you a second time

He Mingxu returned to school on Friday.

Jiang Wensong stood guard at the school gate early, and came out too early, so he had to go around the school gate boredly. When he didn't know how many times he went around, several buses slowly stopped at the school gate. .

He didn't know which car He Mingxu was in, and he was embarrassed to get too close, so he stood not far away, watching the students getting off the bus one after another.

The surrounding street lights were already on, and the dim light shone on the exhausted students returning to school. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, Jiang Wensong still recognized He Mingxu at a glance based on his figure.

Perhaps it was joy that overcame the little bit of embarrassment in front of the crowd, Jiang Wensong couldn't hide the smile on his face, and trotted over.

He Mingxu watched Jiang Wensong trot over to himself, stood still in front of him, and then looked at himself seriously with smiling eyes.

The light from the street lamp converged into a small spot of light in Jiang Wensong Yuanyuan's eyes, which looked bright.

He Mingxu smiled, and stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Wensong's hand. The two of them didn't seem to notice the eyes of the people around them at all, and they just walked towards the neighborhood opposite the school in a natural way.

The senior who got out of the car with He Mingxu asked, who is this pretty little brother?He Mingxu's brother?

Wang Haohao blinked his eyes, looking at the backs and atmosphere of the two, his dull head seemed to come alive all of a sudden.

"Maybe..." Wang Haohao didn't know how to answer, his eyes were still looking at the two people who were gradually going away, and he vaguely prevaricated.

Jiang Wensong and He Mingxu hadn't seen each other for a week, and thought they should have a lot to talk about, but the two just held hands and went back to the house quietly.

After returning to the house, He Mingxu put the luggage in one hand, and did not let go of Jiang Wensong's hand with the other hand.

Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Wensong couldn't help but miss him, and wanted to get closer to him, so he quietly reached out and stroked the back of He Mingxu's hand.

He Mingxu paused for a moment, lowered his head and continued to pack his luggage without changing his face, then turned around and stretched out his hands to lift Jiang Wensong's butt, and went to the bedroom.

Jiang Wensong was taken aback by his movement, and after realizing it, he blushed and pursed his lips, put his arms on He Mingxu's shoulders, and sat still.

He found that He Mingxu was rather coquettish in expressing his missing.

Don't talk, just do it.

He Mingxu was only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, and with his bare upper body, he was arranging the wrapping paper and clothes that were randomly thrown on the ground just now.

Jiang Wensong lay sideways on the bed, exuding a lazy aura, and glanced at the messy ground.

He Mingxu frowned while tidying up, "I'll change this broken bed tomorrow, and my mother's voice is happier than yours."

"..." Jiang Wensong stopped yawning suddenly, what do you mean being happier than him?

"It's still so small, people will fall down after a while." He Mingxu seemed to have finally finished tidying up, threw the wrapping paper and wet things in his hand into the trash can, and walked out of the bedroom with his clothes in his arms.

Jiang Wensong glanced at him, cursed and laughed again.

The bed in the house is the ordinary plank bed prepared by the landlord, the cheapest kind, it is really weak and small, and it is very noisy at night.

But complaints are complaints, Jiang Wensong didn't expect He Mingxu to be so fast, calling the furniture company to move in the new bed the next day.

He Mingxu stood at the door and looked at it while explaining, "I picked a simple style at random, but the quality is sure to be good, I don't know if you like it or not just the way it looks."

The workers were still moving things, Jiang Wensong stood aside, worried that they would hear this strange conversation, they were too embarrassed to open their mouths to answer him, so he nodded.

But to die, the elevator next to the two of them ding-dong, and Gao Cheng came out lazily carrying the takeaway.

Seeing workers coming in and out at the door of the two, Gao Cheng stopped and looked around curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I bought a new bed, but the original one was too small." He Mingxu watched the workers finish moving all the parts, and followed them into the house, where they should start assembling.

"Oh~" Gao Cheng said meaningfully, and blinked at Jiang Wensong, "Take it easy, Xiao Song, don't break your waist and you won't be able to dance."

"Get lost." Jiang Wensong cursed angrily and entered the room.

At noon, Jiang Wensong overcame his laziness and went to the courier station in the snack street to pick up the courier. The hair rope that he ordered a few days ago only remembered to pick it up now.

Jiang Wensong took two casually, put one on his hand, went into the kitchen and put another on He Mingxu who was cooking.

"Why are you wearing this?" He Mingxu took a moment to glance at the black hair band on his wrist.

Jiang Wensong raised his wrist and shook it, "It means that the famous grass has its own owner."

He Mingxu had an epiphany.

During dinner, He Mingxu ate in a hurry.

He didn't go to play games after eating, just sat across from him and watched Jiang Wensong who was eating and watching variety shows, as if he was waiting for something.

Jiang Wensong was amused by the variety show and laughed, and only remembered to pick up food after laughing. Just as he stretched out his chopsticks, he looked up and saw He Mingxu who had stopped chopsticks.

"Eat." He Mingxu raised his chin towards him, signaling him not to stop.

Jiang Wensong looked at him twice, "Why, did you drug me?"

"Well, aphrodisiac." He Mingxu continued to answer his words.

"Get out." Jiang Wensong picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks, and continued to eat.

After eating, Jiang Wensong was washing the dishes in the kitchen. Seeing him dawdling, He Mingxu squeezed into the kitchen and finished washing in two or three strokes.

Jiang Wensong frowned and looked at him suspiciously, wanting to ask him what he was doing.

"Let's go," He Mingxu took Jiang Wensong's hand, "Let's go and try the new bed to see if it works."

"Bang." The door in the bedroom was closed, and Jiang Wensong only had time to swear.

During the time with He Mingxu, Jiang Wensong usually has no time to worry about other things, because the time for worrying is compressed and the happy emotions are magnified.

Recently, I thought of many things about Jiang Yuantao. Although they were not good memories, they didn't have much emotion.

On the contrary, after thinking about it, I felt much calmer in my heart.

Song Ruimin would call from time to time to inquire about Jiang Wensong's situation, and even gently persuaded him to change his cell phone number a few times.

Jiang Wensong knew that she was worried that Jiang Yuantao would contact him again.

But changing the mobile phone number is too troublesome, Jiang Wensong struggled for a long time, and finally made up his mind to change the mobile phone number under Song Ruimin's relentless urging.

Jiang Wensong thought about it, obediently changed his cell phone number, and when he called Song Ruimin for the first time with the new cell phone number, he took the opportunity to ask if he could not stay.

Song Ruimin remained silent.

The silence lasted for a long time, Jiang Wensong seemed to understand the silence in an instant, and continued speaking on his own.

"Auntie, I'm with He Mingxu." Jiang Wensong spoke slowly, with a pause in the middle, "Did you already know?"

Song Ruimin seemed to have sighed on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before he hummed.

Jiang Wensong loosened his grip on the phone.

Song Ruimin didn't say much about the relationship between the two of them, but he was still relaxed about the school.

A few days later, Song Ruimin sent a text message to Jiang Wensong, saying that he had sent him a courier and reminded him to pick it up.

Jiang Wen Song originally thought it was another gift from Song Ruimin, but he didn't open it immediately after returning home with the courier. He Mingxu had extra training today, and he ordered takeaway as he wished.

After dinner, Jiang Wensong remembered the express box next to the sofa.

After unpacking the layers of packages, I found a small iron box inside with a small lock that had been opened.

The iron box is a bit old, obviously not a gift.

Looking at the iron box, Jiang Wensong suddenly held his breath, and his heart beat fast, as if something was about to break free.

Dusty memories seem to be like this iron box, when the lid is opened, a burst of dust rushes towards the face.

Inside the iron box were a bunch of messy and outdated things.Greeting cards, earrings, photo albums, and even He Mingxu's test paper... and finally a mobile phone.

Jiang Wensong was stunned for a long time, and picked up the greeting card first.

He Mingxu's handwriting was very scribbled, and he didn't write a few words but messily occupied the whole greeting card.

There are not many nasty words written, but there is a very serious picture drawn below, two stick figures leaning side by side, and a small red heart is drawn in the middle with a red pen.

The photos in the album are very miscellaneous, not many but most of them are He Mingxu's photos.

Jiang Wensong looked at them one by one, feeling his heart was beating so fast that it even hurt a little.

The same small items in the iron box were all related to He Mingxu. Jiang Wensong picked up the phone at the end. He always thought it was smashed in the car accident, but he didn't expect it to still be there.

Charging the dead mobile phone, Jiang Wensong just looked at the jumping red battery, waiting for it to charge slowly, but his mind was blank, receiving too much information, but no thoughts came into being not coming out.

When restarting the phone, Jiang Wensong looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar mobile phone, first swipe left and right for a few times aimlessly, and finally opened WeChat.

On WeChat is the account interface that he had logged in. Jiang Wensong looked at the login interface for a long time, and tried his only password.

The interface jumped and successfully logged into WeChat, which had been useless for a long time.

"Ding dong."

With a clear WeChat message, the phone vibrated in the pocket of the right hand.

He Mingxu, who had just walked out of the training hall, picked up his mobile phone, and the cold white light of the screen illuminated his cold face.

The strides that were originally striding stopped instantly, He Mingxu held the phone, and leaned closer to look at the WeChat profile picture and name carefully.

After a long while, he opened the chat interface with slightly trembling fingers.

[My favorite flavor is lychee, which will not change, and my favorite person is you, and neither will it. ]

[Before it was, it is now, and it will be in the future. ]

- 1027.

1027 is Jiang Wensong's former WeChat account name, and it is also He Mingxu's birthday.

The cute little crab in the head portrait opposite is as cute as ever.