The boss is holding me by picking up trash

Jing Sui felt that the atmosphere was very strange, but he didn't have enough willpower to pull himself away, so he obediently watched Yao Yicheng and listened to what he had to say.

The latter lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry Brother Jing, I didn't intend to belittle your feelings last night."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Brother Jing," Yao Yicheng paused, then looked over firmly, "You have to study hard."

Jing Sui: "?"

Yao Yicheng: "The college entrance examination is very important."

Jing Sui: "..."

He sat upright, thought for a while, and nodded maturely: "I see."

Yao Jiaxi at the side: "..."

He couldn't help but say, "by the way, brother, how is your first love now?"

Then he saw two eyes shooting towards him like arrows.

But Yao Jiaxi was not in a hurry, he took a sip of tea with a calm expression, and then said in admiration: "It's hard to imagine that when you were still so shy, you didn't even dare to ask for a phone call, and asked Brother Zhang to help you. Now Do you want to be ashamed?"

He opened his mouth without stopping: "By the way, it seems that because the other party likes to eat a certain brand of bubble gum, he asked Brother Zhang to help you buy it in China? Hahaha, you are so good!"

Yao Jiaxi slapped his hands alone, laughing non-stop.

Yao Yicheng responded and just looked at him quietly.

The latter didn't realize how inappropriate his speech was, and finished laughing, clearing his hoarse voice to catch the water.

Jing Sui's face was a bit unnatural, but fortunately, in such a setting, he didn't have to pretend to be happy, because he couldn't smile at all, and his acting skills couldn't support the corners of his mouth.

His heart has experienced a crazy fall, and now it has sunk to the bottom of the quagmire, dark and stagnant.

What a first love, bubblegum.

The grape flavored one?

Obviously eating now.

Jing Sui used to pack one when he went out, and occasionally stuffed it as a small surprise for Yao Yicheng. The bubble gum in his pocket was so hot that it was about to burn.

He raised his hand to touch his face, breathed a sigh of relief, turned back and tried to lift the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Is my acting okay?"

Yao Yicheng hummed vaguely.

Jing Sui gritted his teeth, lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.

Not too sad, he just didn't want his expression to be so... tense all the time.

would be weird.

After that, Jing Sui was immersed in swiping his phone, holding the ice pack with his left hand, and kept busy with his right hand, so the two didn't talk anymore.

At six o'clock, in the largest restaurant of Yao's small building, everyone sat around and began to eat.

The things I make today are relatively homely, and there are no rules on the table, everyone looks after themselves.

When several elders expressed their feelings and made a scene, Yao Yicheng was absent-minded the whole time, until Yao Jun called his name.

"How's your leg? Is it alright?"

Yao Yicheng looked at him, and repeated what he said to Uncle Guan at that time.

"Then move around more, and you will recover faster." Yao Jun ordered.

Yao Yicheng didn't respond, he looked away, picked up his chopsticks to pick up food for Jing Sui.

Thank you Jing Sui.

Everyone started talking about other things.

During the meal, Jing Sui and Yao Yicheng would occasionally respond to other people's strike-ups, and then answered a few words and smiled. On the surface, the atmosphere seemed to be quite harmonious.

But there hasn't been much communication between them.

Jing Sui actually wanted to say a few words to Yao Yicheng, he didn't want others to think that the relationship between the two of them was not good, especially in this harmonious time, how could Yao Yicheng not be as happy as the others at the table?

So he also presented Yao Yi with vegetables.

Yao Jiaxi's mother suddenly said: "Yao Yicheng does not eat rabbit meat."

Jing Sui looked at it blankly, and was about to pinch it back, but Yao Yicheng picked it up and put it in his mouth. He said, "That's all old Huangli."

"..." Jing Sui was silent.

He felt like he was about to fail.

After the meal, Yao Yicheng was dragged away by Yao Jun, and Jing Sui went to the bathroom on the second floor by himself, stayed there for a while, and just walked a few steps when he saw Yao Yicheng coming towards him in a wheelchair.

Seeing Jing Sui, Yao Yicheng's originally flat and withdrawn eyes lighted up slightly, and he regained his spirit.

It's so obvious that Jing Sui noticed it even if he didn't look specifically for it.

His throat felt itchy, and he rolled unconsciously.

"Where are you going?"

Yao Yicheng gestured to a closed door between them.

Although he didn't speak, Jing Sui seemed to see expectations from his face, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Jing Sui didn't know what he was doing, but he still asked, "Shall I push you?"

Yao Yicheng nodded: "Brother Jing is really kind."

With only two steps left, Jing Sui walked over and pushed him to the door again, twisted the handle, and the door was locked.

Yao Yicheng took out a key, and Jing Sui opened it, and asked at the same time, "Where is it?"

Yao Yicheng nodded: "My mother's room."

Jing Sui almost lost the key.

The lock was unlocked, but he didn't twist the handle to open it. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Yao Yicheng. The palms holding the handle were instantly sweaty.

Judging from what this family has done in the past, he can't do without thinking too much.

Yao Yicheng saw a bit of surprise and solemnity in his eyes, thought to himself, and then smiled: "Don't be afraid, there is no scary scene. My mother has been dead for a long time. It is because she didn't talk to Yao Jun. When we separated, it was the place where we always lived before going abroad."

He paused: "I didn't expect to keep it."

Jing Sui: "Then I will open it."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, and a smell of dust that hadn't been cleaned and ventilated for a long time came to his face. The room was a little stuffy, the curtains were closed tightly, and Jing Sui found the light by touching the wall.

The decoration style here is very different from other parts of the whole building. The current house should have been renovated, with a layer added on the original basis. The materials, craftsmanship and design are more modern and mature. With rigor and sophistication, stepping into this room is like stepping into eternally stagnant time, into the [-]s.

That simple and hot time.

Yao Yicheng took a quick glance, showing no obvious emotion, got up and pulled the curtains aside, opened the window, both of them were choked by the raised dust and coughed.

The big furniture in the room is only a bed, a desk and two bookshelves. The color is mahogany, which was more popular in that era.

There is no independent dressing table in the room, only a small mirror is placed in the corner of the desk by the window, Jing Sui feels that the owner of the room must want to leave room for her books and desk.

The bookshelf next to the wall has not been emptied, and it is full of books. Their owner must have left in a hurry. Seeing the traces of flipping through and the large yellowed notebooks on the table, Jing Sui doesn't think she will intentionally put them on the table. These things stay.

Yao Yicheng walked to the table, picked up the most worn-out book, blew away, and flipped through it casually.

There is no entertainment in this room, everywhere is thorough, simple and introverted, the most eye-catching decoration is actually the bed sheet, Jing Sui doesn't know what was popular in that era, but that bed of small pink and white flowers seems to be the same now. They are all cute, but the color is somewhat covered by dust, and it will definitely be brighter if it is washed clean.

Hearing the sound of Yao Yicheng flipping through the book, Jing Sui looked over, and Yao Yicheng was turning to a certain page in the middle of the book. The typesetting of the old book is relatively dense, leaving a small space between the lines. The original owner saw this probably inspired, and wrote two words:

Yicheng.

In the margin on the side, he formally wrote: Yao Yicheng.

Hearing Jing Sui read out his name, Yao Yicheng came back to his senses, pinched the page and flipped it left and right, but found no more handwriting.

"She left when I was 11 years old. I can still remember her appearance, but I haven't seen her writing..." He looked calm and said, "So that's how it is."

Yao Yicheng flipped back again, and a piece of paper fell out of the last few pages and landed on the table.

Turning it over, I found that it was a photo. The effect taken by the cameras of that era can’t be compared with the current one. The picture is gray, and some mottled traces greatly reduce the recognition, but it can still be seen that the person in the photo is very beautiful, with clear facial features. The rules of beauty.

Jing Sui looked at the blurry photo, and suddenly said, "She has a mole in the corner of her eye, just like you."

Yao Yicheng took a closer look: "That's mold on paper."

Jing Sui shook his head: "No, touch it, it's flat."

Yao Yicheng rubbed obediently, but didn't drop it: "But don't you think it's a bit big?"

"The pixel problem, and the monochromatic photos will be more conspicuous. But in fact, it's cute when you put it on a real person. If you don't believe me, you can look at yourself in the mirror." Jing Sui picked up the mirror on the table, and stood in front of Yao Yicheng shaking ashes.

Yao Yicheng glanced at the mirror, then turned to look at Jing Sui: "Brother Jing thinks my mole is cute?"

Jing Sui is very calm: "Small and round things are very cute."

"Like mildew?"

"..."

Yao Yicheng looked straight at him, and asked with interest: "What about me, am I cute?"

"..." Jing Sui knew that he was coming again, and reminded, "Yao Yi appeared with us in your mother's room."

"Oh." Yao Yi closed his voice, but only for a second, "Thank you for the compliment."

Yao Yicheng turned his head to look at the mirror again, and looked at the photo again.

He is indeed in the same place as the fucking tear mole.

Yao Yicheng pulled out the chair and sat down, put the photo aside, and started to read the old book from the first page.

Jing Sui thought for a while, leaned over to pat him and said, "Yao Yicheng, do you have any rubbish to pick up today? If not, how about we stay here for one night, they were very enthusiastic during the meal just now..."

Before he finished speaking, Yao Yicheng suddenly put down his book and stood up, the chair was knocked to the ground and creaked his teeth, but after getting up, Yao Yicheng stood in front of Jing Sui, not moving and not speaking .

The old lamp in the room was no match for the sun, so that his whole body was against the light, and Jing Sui couldn't see his expression clearly.

He could only tilt his head slightly, a little puzzled.

"Brother Jing, I'm really happy." Yao Yicheng's voice was different from usual, it was calm and low, and he was happy but even felt a little cold.

"It's great to be in this room..."

"With you by my side."

Jing Sui was interrupted before finishing his sentence. This time, because of surprise, his pupils dilated for a moment. At the same moment, he felt a weight on his body. Yao Yicheng hugged him like a koala regardless of his height and weight. Coming up, the whole person hangs on him relaxedly as if he has no strength.

The hug was not over yet, inertia or intentional, pushed him back a few steps and both fell into the flower bed, startling a cloud of dust.

"Pfft." Jing Suishan was kidnapped, and could only struggle to breathe a few breaths, "Yao Yicheng, gray."

Yao Yicheng heard it, but couldn't get up, looked down at his coat, pulled up the collar to cover Jing Sui's mouth and nose, and fixed it with one hand very thoughtfully.

Jing Sui: "..."

He thought, forget it and you are happy.

Yao Yicheng has always talked a lot, pressing on him like a steel plate, and the vibration of his chest can be clearly transmitted when he speaks.

So Jing Sui sensed his emotions. Although his tone was slow and his voice was low like a sigh, Jing Sui could hear a little joy.

"I felt inferior when I first went back to China to meet them."

Jing Sui raised his arms and hugged Yao Yicheng back, tightening slightly.

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