What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

"Really?" Guan Heng turned his head to look at him, his soft hair slanted across his forehead, covering some of his eyebrows and dark eyes.

Jiang Jian couldn't help moving, he stretched out his hand to stroke Guan Heng's forehead hair, but Guan Heng turned his head and avoided it.

The flowing air seemed to be still, and Jiang Jian's outstretched hand just stopped in mid-air without embarrassment.

Guan Heng suddenly laughed. He withdrew his hand that was pressing on Jiang Jian's neck, held his hand that had stopped in mid-air with both hands, and lowered his head to peck and kiss with his lips. The cold touch made Jiang Jian's hand tremble a little. , he resisted not to take his hand back, because he felt that Guan Heng would be even more angry if he did so.

"A-Jian, A-Jian, A-Jian..." Guan Heng approached him, calling his name non-stop, Jiang Jian's heart was clenched, he wrapped his arms around Guan Heng's waist Holding her tightly in her arms, seeing that Guan Heng didn't refuse, Jiang Jian patted his back to comfort him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yubao, I only like you alone."

Guan Heng didn't speak. He moved his body and broke away from Jiang Jian's embrace. His eyes were dark and indifferent. He looked at Jiang Jian's bloodshot eyes and said softly, "But I don't believe you."

Jiang Jian gently stirred the rice porridge in front of him with a silver spoon. The steaming heat mixed with the rice fragrance permeated the hall and became a misty white mist. Jiang Jian's stirring movements became slower and slower. He stared at the bowl of white porridge and sighed. tone.

He has not seen Guan Heng for ten days.

Guan Heng said that day that he didn't believe it. Those eyes, which are usually the most agile, were empty and lifeless. Jiang Jian felt that he was staring at him as if he was looking at other things through himself. He saw Guan Heng's hands unconsciously rubbing against each other. That expensive tie, neither of them spoke again.

In the end Guan Heng threw the tie on the bed as if giving up, turned around and left without saying a word, leaving Jiang Jian stunned.

Did Guan Heng give up?Of course not, he just wants to retreat and solve this matter more thoroughly. If this matter is not handled well, it will always be a small crack, and he will grow bigger and bigger as time goes by, until the end It will become a factor that no one can control. He doesn't want to get to this point with Jiang Jian. He wants to hold Jiang Jian firmly by his side step by step, so he chooses to leave temporarily, showing a weak With a slumped posture, it took more than ten days to go away.

Jiang Jian stopped stirring, and drank the porridge in a bowl. The warm porridge was sticky and sweet, with white rice grains. It was served with pickles and even a small flower carved from a radish.

Of course, Jiang Jian did not do this. Jiang Jian planned to do it himself at first, but he couldn't find a place to cook. The huge yard even made him lose his way. When I came back, I found that there was a meal for one person on the table.

At the beginning, the food was not particularly delicious, either greasy or sweet and scary, and the rice looked half-cooked, but Jiang Jian ate all of them, without any expression of difficulty swallowing. After a few days, the level of the food It became a normal category, and even paid attention to the presentation. Jiang Jian picked up the carved radish, carefully wrapped it in paper, and put it in a small wooden box. There were also a few dim and ugly flowers in the box. The rough carvings, this radish flower is the most beautiful one in it.

Jiang Jian put away the box and walked out. He walked around the yard every day after eating, and every day he walked a little more than the day before. The layout gradually became clear, and what he was going to today was Guan Heng's small courtyard that he saw in the illusion.