What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

A gust of wind rolled the ginkgo leaves and floated gently on Ji Zhun's head.

He slapped the leaves off, and for a moment he didn't understand why Tan Jingyang suddenly asked himself this question so seriously.

"It will... be troublesome." Jizhun lowered his eyelids, looking at the ginkgo nuts that had been trampled on, leaving sticky marks on the ground.

"Trouble..." Tan Jingyang's body stiffened, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed following Ji Zhun's answer.

Ji Zhun: "Well, the pressure from society and family will be greater than that of heterosexual couples. It's okay if it's just the outside world, but the closest relatives may not really understand."

Speaking of this, he thought of Su Hao again.

"The friend who passed away was sent to a mental hospital by his mother...but if it was a regular hospital, how could he be given electric shock therapy?...Presumably, his mother didn't intend to send him to treat depression in the first place .”

Hearing this, Tan Jingyang gently closed his eyes.

At the end, he gave a brief low laugh, then nodded and said: "Yes, trouble."

Ji Zhun suddenly came to his senses, looked at Tan Jingyang in disbelief, and then stammered and asked after a long time: "You, could it be..."

"No."

Tan Jingyang quickly interrupted, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

When he raised his head again, the throbbing in his eyes had completely disappeared.

"I'm also afraid of trouble." Tan Jingyang puffed out a cigarette and raised the corners of his lips, "I'm just curious."

Ji Zhun didn't breathe a sigh of relief, he always felt that a short and intense battle had just taken place in the opponent's mind.

"Actually, I..." Jizhun tried to find love, but felt that nothing was appropriate.

"Jizun, I take you as a friend." Tan Jingyang's expression softened, and the smell of tobacco lingered between the two, mixed with the chill of the autumn wind.

Seeing that Ji Zhun was still hesitant to speak, Tan Jingyang wanted to reach out and touch his head.But as soon as the arm was raised halfway, it was retracted after a pause.

"Brother Yang, if you really are me, nothing will happen to you." Ji Zhun touched his nose and said, "Really, I also regard you as a friend. Just like Heizi treated Su Hao."

"I'm really not!" Tan Jingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you press your head forcibly?"

"Fuck, it didn't make you confused."

"Okay, Bao'er, go home early, mom will scold you if you're late."

"Hey, take it easy, Sun Zei!"

"Who are you talking about Sun Zei?"

"Whoever promises will say so."

"I think you need to clean up again, don't you?"

"Come on, Sun Zei, make gestures?"

After a brief embarrassment, everything seemed to be back to normal.

The figures of the two teenagers fighting each other gradually fade away in the yellow color of the autumn sky.

Along with it, there was still a hint of ambiguous emotion that dissipated like smoke before it had time to change.

……

Aunt Hui from the massage parlor was sitting at the door, smoking a lady's cigarette, and lighting a wad of money quickly.

"Here, this is Yingzi's."

"Xiao Cui's."

"Lan Lan's."

"Sister Wang..." She glanced at the plainly dressed woman in front of her, drew out two more big tickets, and handed them to her, "Your."

"Hey, thank you boss!" The woman took the money, stroked it, and then asked in surprise, "Is it too much?"

"I'll take it for you." Aunt Hui said casually, puffing out smoke rings.

The woman thanked her repeatedly and carefully stuffed the money into her coat pocket.Upon closer inspection, her eyes were fixed on one point the whole time without any change.

The others are also blind except for Sister Hui.

"Let's go, slow down on the way back."

After sending out the money, Aunt Hui went back to the store to get a bottle of nail polish, and instructed the shop assistants without looking back.

"Goodbye, Miss Xiaohui!"

Everyone greeted Aunt Hui and walked towards the entrance of the alley together, talking and laughing.

Aunt Hui unscrewed the nail polish, put her feet up on the chair, and dyed her nails calmly.

If there is too much soot accumulated, flick it with your hands.

The faded nails are again covered in bright red.

"You must have stood there for an hour, right?" Aunt Hui asked the figure in the shadow casually without raising her head, and raised her red lips, "Broken in love?"

The person in the dark let out a low laugh from his nose, and walked out slowly.

The street lamp with unstable voltage flickered on and off, flickering on his face.

"I've been watching you do business."

Tan Jingyang's voice was completely hoarse by the smoke at this time, and it sounded more gloomy and colder than before.

"Does it look good?" Aunt Hui continued to apply nail polish to her feet.

"It's quite unexpected." He paused, "At first, when my friend said that your place is a regular massage shop, I didn't believe it."

"Otherwise what is it, do you really think I run a brothel?" Aunt Hui sneered and said, "Little friend, now is a society ruled by law, ordinary people like me don't dare to do those messy things."

"." Tan Jingyang was silent for a while, and whispered, "Sorry."

Aunt Hui fanned her toenails with her hands, and said softly, "The friend you're talking about is Xiao Zhun, right?... Tsk, that's a clever little ghost. Why haven't you seen him lately?"

Speaking of Ji Zhun, Tan Jingyang's heart twitched again.

"He lives in the west city, why does he keep running here when he has nothing to do?"

"That's right, it's really troublesome." Aunt Hui answered.

Tan Jingyang flipped through the cigarette case, it was empty.

He crushed it and threw it into the trash can, and laughed muffledly: "No, don't keep causing trouble for others."

Tan Jingyang turned around and was about to go upstairs when she was stopped by Aunt Hui again.

"Oh yes, your brother's painting won an award."

"what?"

Aunt Hui wiped out the cigarette butt, changed her foot and continued to paint her nails. She said, "That little guy is very funny. He was poking around in front of my shop. When I asked him what he wanted to do, he stammered and said that the school held a drawing competition and he wanted to invite me." I acted as a model for him."

Speaking of this, Aunt Hui couldn't help laughing.

"I said I have something good to paint. I am old and yellow. He insisted on saying that it looks good. He moved a small bench and guarded it in the shop after school. He kept talking about it for several days. Today, he suddenly rushed to me and told me , his painting won an award."

"Really." Tan Jingyang's eyes softened a little, and he nodded slightly at Aunt Hui, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Aunt Hui waved her hand, signaling Tan Jingyang to go upstairs quickly.

……

When Tan Jingyang returned home, Tan Le was already asleep.There was still a small orange light for him in the room.

He quietly walked to the desk, trying to turn off the light.I just saw the painting that Tan Le won the award.

In a dilapidated massage parlor, a woman in a blue cheongsam is smoking moxa for an old lady.

The old lady was dressed plainly, with a kind and comfortable smile on her face.

Some of the other blind shop assistants are disinfecting towels, and some are studying the acupuncture points of the human body. The paintings are full of the most realistic work scenes in the market.

The title of this painting is - "The Hardest Working Man".

Tan Jingyang's lips were pulled up imperceptibly.The painting blurred before his eyes, and he vaguely saw the man's eyes shining in the night.

He showed one side of his canine teeth, tilted his head and smiled and asked himself: "Why not? Brother Yang."

Only those with a clear heart can see the light hidden in the thick fog.

Tan Jingyang doesn't want to make him unhappy because of himself, he just needs to live under the sun forever.

Simple, clean, uncomplicated, and hassle-free.

Maybe, just being friends is really good.

The lights are off.

……

Recently, Ji Zhun always felt that Tan Jingyang seemed to have changed.

Although he will still pretend to be a gentleman in front of others, he will joke with himself after others.But there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two.

After Zhun thought about it, he realized that Tan Jingyang no longer seemed to interfere in his affairs as much as before.

Polite, he was too polite to himself, which made Ji Zhun feel very awkward.

Man, it's such a cheap thing sometimes.

I find it annoying when I am under control, and I will be unhappy when people really don't care.

Ji Zhun dragged his chin, staring at the blackboard absent-mindedly, spinning the pen rapidly in his hand.

Suddenly, he stopped and shouted.

"Hey, Tan Jingyang."

"Huh?" Tan Jingyang responded in a low voice while taking notes.

Seeing that Ji Zhun called him but did not continue, Tan Jingyang stopped writing and turned to look at him.

Ji Zhun: "..."

He scratched his nose, feeling hypocritical again.

Isn't it normal for buddies to get along like this?For example, he and Lu Rover and Wang Da sometimes don't contact each other for ten days and a half months.What's more, he and Tan Jingyang didn't have any substantive conflicts.

"It's nothing." Jizhun grinned, and passed the candy box to Tan Jingyang, "Do you want candy?"

"It's class, can you restrain yourself a little bit?" Tan Jingyang frowned and pushed Ji Zhun's hand away.

"Come on, this is what you bought for me last time." Ji Zhun teased.

Tan Jingyang looked at the sugar box slightly, and it was lemon sea salt.

He pursed his lips, and his voice cooled down: "I really don't want to."

Seeing that Tan Jingyang hadn't shown his emotions to him for a long time, Jizhun was actually a little happy.

He quietly pushed away the candy box and poured one into his hand.Then, while the teacher wasn't paying attention, he pinched Tan Jingyang's chin and pressed it down, stuffing the candy into his mouth.

"Eat you!"

With a bang——

The desk was almost overturned by Tan Jingyang, and the sugar box was caught off guard and hit the ground.

Lemony sea salt candy sprinkles all over the place.

"Let you stop making trouble!"

Tan Jingyang stood up and shouted angrily, his whole body was heaving accordingly.

For a moment, all eyes in the classroom were on the two of them.

Ji Zhun blinked, looking a little taken aback.

"Ji Zhun, what are you doing!"

As soon as the teacher of the department dropped the textbook, he had long been displeased with this kid who is always joking and ignorant.In private, I told Lao Ma, the class teacher, to transfer him and Tan Jingyang away, so as not to delay his study.

Seeing that Tan Jingyang, who has always been gentle and gentle, was actually annoyed, he suddenly became furious.

Teacher Ren: "Get out and punish me!"

Looking at Tan Jingyang, Ji Zhun's eyes gradually changed from bewilderment to anger.

This is too shameful!

The two faced each other in silence, and the atmosphere fell to a freezing point.

Ji Zhun stared at Tan Jingyang, and under the anger, there was a growing sense of grievance.

Teacher Ren: "Jizun, did you hear that?!"

"Hold!"

With a blushing face, Ji Zhun kicked the candy box directly in front of him to the corner.

The metal candy box collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and Tan Jingyang's heart was also shaken violently.

"Terma is sick, you!"

Ji Zhun gritted his teeth and cursed, turned around and rushed out of the classroom.

……