What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Although there were mixed feelings in his heart at this time, Ji Zhun first stepped forward to care about Tan Jingyang's injury.

"How is it, is there any water?" He said as he was about to touch the bandage on the opponent's arm.

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Tan Jingyang stood there without saying a word, and let Ji Zhun check.He lowered his eyes slightly, seeing the other party's impatience but couldn't help but care, his frowning brows relaxed imperceptibly.

"You are really disabled, Tan Jingyang." Seeing that the gauze was not wet, Jizhun put down his snacks and said mockingly, "Come on, show me again, how did you take off the shirt? Huh?"

"The left hand can barely be used." Tan Jingyang pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "It may be more difficult to wear later."

"Heh." Ji Zhun sneered, "I'm really convinced too... how about it? Do you want to wash it now?"

Tan Jingyang paused:

"Need to wash."

"..."

Wash, wash your uncle's wash!

Ji Zhun stared at Tan Jingyang with a sullen face, and the other party looked back at him calmly.

Both fell silent for a moment.

In the end, Jizhun still licked his back molars and swallowed sullenly.

"Death cleanliness."

He muttered something, then quickly peeled off the rest of Tan Jingyang's clothes like peeling corn cobs, and threw them into the laundry basket.

"Stand on the side, I'll fetch water for you." Ji Zhun bent down to pick up the overturned wooden bucket, put it under the shower to catch the water, "Which towel is yours?"

"blue."

Ji Zhun pulled Tan Jingyang's towel off the hook and put it around his neck.He took another small basin to scoop up some water from the wooden bucket, raised his eyes and said to Tan Jingyang: "Head down, lower your head."

Tan Jingyang obeyed obediently, and the buried head happened to face Jizhun's sunken neck between the clavicles.

Hot water poured down from his head, Tan Jingyang just slightly squinted his eyes, but did not close them.

Ji Zhun squeezed some shampoo into his hands, inserted his fingers into Tan Jingyang's hair, and washed his hair.

A mist had built up in the bathroom, and the old-fashioned exhaust fan mounted on the transom was humming.Since the hot water is releasing heat all the time, the temperature in the entire space becomes very high.

Ji Zhun was still wearing a thick sweater, which made it very inconvenient to operate.In addition, the toilet was hot and humid, and his forehead was soon covered with sweat, which slid down his cheeks to his chin.

"Do you want to take it off first?" Tan Jingyang's voice still echoed a little, and it lingered in Ji Zhun's ears, causing his hand, which was washing the other's hair, to freeze suddenly.

As if feeling Ji Zhun's nervousness, Tan Jingyang calmly said in a very normal tone: "I'm afraid you'll be hot. If you get wet in a while, it won't be easy to change."

"No need." The Brigadier General lowered his eyebrows, and put his eyes on Tan Jingyang's head again, "It's a big deal to pick yours and wear it first."

Tan Jingyang didn't say much anymore, and waited for Ji Zhun to help him wash his head clean.He began to scrub his upper body with a towel soaked in water.

To say that Tan Jingyang usually looks thin and tall, but the muscle lines hidden under the clothes are very obvious.

I have to say that Ji Zhun has a figure that Ji Zhun envies.If it had been done in the past, he would have raised his eyebrows and whistled loudly at Tan Jingyang, and then made two random speeches that were not upright.But now the only thing he wants to do is to look at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, and treat himself as a working machine without emotion.

However, the reason why human beings can become advanced creatures is that they have imagination that other creatures do not have.No matter how hard he tried to seal his thoughts, the familiar lighting, environment, and water vapor reminded Ji Zhun more than once of the scene in the hotel that day and the damn spring dream.

Tan Jingyang's body temperature was very high, even if he passed the towel across his skin, he still felt hot.

In the end, he couldn't stand the heat, so he put the towel in the bucket, stretched his arms and took off his sweater, wearing only a thin T-shirt.

Seeing this, Tan Jingyang stared at Ji Zhun with an expression of "do you want to take off?"

Ji Zhunqu stretched out his index and middle fingers in front of him, and asked in a flat voice:

"Do you know what this is?"

"Ok?"

"The murder weapon." Ji Zhun raised his eyes halfway and bared his teeth, "He only picks people's eyes."

"Heh." Tan Jingyang smiled.

Ji Zhun finally picked up the wooden barrel, avoided Tan Jingyang's hanging arms, and poured water on him from top to bottom:

"After washing, Mr. Tan, take a good hand and go outside to pay the fee."

After he finished speaking, he shook the water off his hands, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait."

Tan Jingyang called Ji Zhun to stop behind him, looked at him with helplessness in his eyes, and sighed softly, "Do you only wash your upper body when you take a bath?"

"..."

Ji Zhun closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, just wanting to put his hand under his nose to pinch people.

Special code, suffocation.

"Brother Yang..." Ji Zhun turned his head lightly, "You're playing with me on purpose, aren't you?"

"What?" Tan Jingyang was startled for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Ji Zhun meant.After a while, the light in his eyes flickered faintly. He lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. But I really didn't think about anything else."

"Really." Ji Zhun snorted, his eyes moved down to between Tan Jingyang's legs, and then turned away immediately, and said in a muffled voice, "You liar, you idiot."

"Then what about you, Jizhun?" Tan Jingyang simply put away that pretended confused look, raised his chin at the same position as Jizhun, and looked at him with gloomy eyes:

"Why are you talking about me?"

Jizhun was finally hit by the truth about his eagerness to leave, and his face turned red.

Tan Jingyang's words were burned into his heart word by word like a soldering iron:

"It's all like this, and you still say you don't like it?"

Ji Zhun slammed the door "哐——" and then remembered that his sweater was still hanging in the toilet.

But he was determined not to turn back at this moment, so he only wore a short sleeve and stayed in the living room with two large windows facing each other, blowing the air through the hall.

He took a deep breath and bit the unlit cigarette into his mouth again, because otherwise, he might have bitten his own tongue.

At this time, Tan Jingyang in the toilet propped his gauze-wrapped hands on the sink.Looking at the hazy self in the foggy mirror.

The development of the matter is moving forward as he thought, and the thoughts in his heart have become more firm because of Ji Zhun's reaction.If everything is just wishful thinking, then he, Tan Jingyang, will never disturb Ji Zhun's stable life without saying a word.But if it is obvious that two hearts are happy, how can we give up the present because of those unknown and uncertain futures?

Maybe impulsive, maybe naive.But if you give up, you won't even have the chance to face it.

What about tomorrow?

Tan Jingyang rubbed the center of her brows, and hung Jizhun's sweater on her arm...

"Jizun." He calmed down, and said slowly through the door, "Open the door for me."

Seeing that there was no movement outside for a long time, he added softly: "It's very cold."

The door was pulled open with a "swish", and Ji Zhun was standing at the door holding a coat of Tan Jingyang in his hand and smoking a cigarette.

Seeing that Tan Jingyang was still shirtless, the water on his head was dripping down.Ji Zhun quickly put the coat on him with a blank face.Then he wrung out the towel and helped Tan Jingyang rub his hair indiscriminately without saying a word.

"Sit on the sofa, it's inconvenient to wipe like this." Ji Zhun muttered while biting his cigarette holder.

"You also put on your clothes first." Feeling the cold fingertips of the other party, Tan Jingyang's heart, which was still as hard as a rock just now, softened in an instant.

"Are you crazy?" Jizhun carefully took the sweater off Tan Jingyang's hanging arm and put it on, "Do you really think of yourself as a clothes rack?"

The two walked to the sofa, and Tan Jingyang sat silently watching Ji Zhun help him put on his pants.Standing up again, he brushed his hair.

There was silence all around, and no one mentioned the conversation in the toilet just now.

The room was filled with the faint smell of shampoo, which Jizhun thought was good before, so he asked Tan Jingyang about the brand and asked Sister Jiao to buy him a bottle.

But I always feel that when I use it on myself, it is completely different from Tan Jingyang's.Just like that brandy-flavored washing powder, it becomes recognizable only when it is on the other party.

At this time, the voices of Tan Le and Cheng Zui talking came from the corridor.

Seeing Ji Zhun appear at home, Cheng Zui's face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"Brother Zhun!" Tan Le was very excited, and quickly ran to Ji Zhun, looking up at him, "When did you come?"

"It's been a while." Ji Zhun put down the towel, turned to Cheng Zui and said, "Then what, I'll go back first. Be careful not to let Tan Jingyang take a bath by himself and touch the water again."

"Did you help Brother Yang take a bath?" Cheng Zui didn't answer, but asked instead.

"You damn cleanliness can't stop you from clamoring for washing." Ji Zhun shrugged.

Cheng Zui was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, and said politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Cheng Zui is going to the closed training tomorrow, and Huazi is busy taking care of the shop." Behind Tan Jingyang looked at Ji Zhun, paused, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe I have to trouble you for a while. .”

"Brother Yang!"

Cheng Zui yelled shortly, but Tan Jingyang still looked at Ji Zhun: "And at school, it's more convenient to be closer."

Ji Zhun half-raised his eyes and looked at Tan Jingyang for a while, and finally pursed his lips and said: "Got it."

"It's getting late, go back and rest." Tan Jingyang held his lips at him, "See you at school tomorrow."

"Ah."

"Wait."

"What again?"

Tan Jingyang stood up and said to Ji Zhun in a warm voice: "It's cold outside, you can wear your coat."

Ji Zhun looked at Tan Jingyang, then at the coat he was wearing, and stretched out his hand to untie it:

"Thank you."

……

Watching Jizhun go downstairs through the window, he got into a taxi.

Only then did Tan Jingyang go back to the sofa and sit down, reaching out for the lighter.

"Have you bought everything yet?" He tilted his head to light a cigarette and asked Cheng Zui with his head raised.

"Yeah." Cheng Zui frowned, looking at Tan Jingyang's arm wrapped in rice dumplings.

Tan Jingyang smiled: "Oh, I'm afraid of getting wet, so I wrapped it a few more times when I took a bath."

"..." Cheng Zui lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

Tan Jingyang also knew that the other party would definitely not believe such a statement, but he really didn't want to explain too much to Cheng Zui.Because he knows what he will say.

"Go take a shower." Tan Jingyang flicked the cigarette ash, "I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Brother Yang..."

"Go."

Cheng Zui stood there silently for a while, then turned around quietly and went into the toilet.

The moment he closed the door, his palm was scratched with a few distinct small openings by his nails, and blood seeped out from inside.

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感谢在2021-10-1123:03:19~2021-10-1220:56:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 fruit hungry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!