Give me back my tail

"I'll do my best to make it happen for you."

Zhao Zecheng's voice is gentle, with a helpless smile, it seems to be joking, and it seems to be very sincere.

But no matter what it is, Ji Rong has no chance to cash in.

Ji Rong said yes, but couldn't control it, making the tears fall even more fiercely.

This was not in Zhao Zecheng's plan. Ji Rong's tears fell on his fingertips continuously, with a temperature that did not have time to cool down, which made Zhao Zecheng panic.

"What's wrong?" He finally realized what was wrong with Ji Rong, and asked him with a frown.

Ji Rong just shook his head, he tried his best to control his emotions, but sadness was like a rapidly growing vine, wrapping him tightly, making it difficult for people to break free.

The number of people putting up lanterns gradually increased, Zhao Zecheng took Ji Rong out of the crowd, found a small secluded space on the side, and went to a small vendor to ask for a tissue to wipe Ji Rong's face.

Ask him again: "What's the matter?"

Ji Rong couldn't say anything, he had one sack of sadness and sorrow, two sacks of grievances and unwillingness, and many, many resentments, but he picked and picked, but there was nothing to say.

The sobbing and intermittent breathing became very obvious, the more Ji Rong tried to control it, the harder it was to stop.

Ji Rong heard Zhao Zecheng sigh.

Then, he felt Zhao Zecheng's somewhat rough fingertips touching his cheeks, rubbed left and right for a while, and then pulled him over to hug him.

"Stop crying." Zhao Zecheng rested his head on his shoulder, licked his chin lightly, and then sighed, "I feel bad when you cry."

Zhao Zecheng paused, as if he was really troubled: "But what should I do?"

In order to avoid the flow of people, Zhao Zecheng found a small open space at the foot of the mountain, with no direct lights around, and the lights of various lanterns in the distance were covered by trees, so it was a little dark.

Ji Rong was hugged by Zhao Zecheng like this, and he couldn't see Zhao Zecheng's complex expression of helplessness, five points of pity, and two points of confession, just like Zhao Zecheng couldn't see the despair in Ji Rong's eyes clearly.

The two stood hugging each other in the dark for a while, and when Ji Rong's mood finally stabilized, the clothes were covered with each other's temperature.

Zhao Zecheng lowered his head and smiled, touched Ji Rong's face again, and asked him, "Are you ready?"

"Tell me? Who bullied you? Just cry like this?"

"No one bullies me." Ji Rong said.

"Oh?" Zhao Zecheng raised his eyebrows. After thinking about it, Ji Rong only made one wish before he cried, so he asked him, "Then what did you wish for? You can make it like this."

Ji Rong panicked, and hurriedly said, "I don't know!"

Ji Rong is not very good at lying, and he didn't think of a suitable reason for a while, so he had to drag Zhao Zecheng out, trying to divert his attention.

He also secretly blamed himself for not controlling his emotions well, and told himself in his heart that he would not allow it next time.

The two went out against many people, Zhao Zecheng was afraid that Ji Rong would be washed away, so he grabbed Ji Rong's shoulder from behind and was busy protecting them, but he really didn't pursue it for a while.

When he got in the car, in order to avoid the topic, Ji Rong immediately turned his head and began to pretend to be asleep.

Ji Rong's crying broke the itinerary of the two of them. Zhao Zeben also arranged for a late-night snack at an online celebrity dessert shop across the lake, so he can only eat it next time.

And because of leaving early, there are few vehicles on the road.

The steady driving made the person pretending to be asleep really fall asleep. At the back, in order to adjust a comfortable sleeping position, he no longer faced the window, but leaned against Zhao Zecheng.

The car's warm-toned dome light shone on Ji Rong's soft face. Zhao Zecheng looked at it and felt that the child looked innocent.I don't know why the kid with such a face is sad today.

Zhao Zecheng didn't really forget it, but Ji Rong didn't seem to want to say it, so he didn't want to be a bad guy who forced him to question him.

At first he guessed it was because he was moved, but later he thought it was not, and wondered if the lantern reminded him of some bad things in the past, but what bad things happened to Ji Rong?

Zhao Zecheng couldn't think of it, because the two rarely mentioned the past.

The street lights along the way recede evenly with the driving of the vehicle, as if the ending is connected, and the automatically played animation will never end.

Zhao Zecheng's thinking also went back and forth, without a clue.

The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted him.

Ji Rong was a little disturbed, and frowned slightly.

Zhao Zecheng then slowed down, picked it up and turned off the mute.

Yan Zhibin asked him on the mobile phone: Did you get beaten to death after speaking?

Yan Zhibin has sent him several messages tonight, the earliest one came after ten o'clock in the morning, probably somewhere in the airport.

Teased him: "Tsk tsk, I see you are done."

And attached a picture of him kissing Ji Rong in public.

He didn't pay attention at that time, but when he opened it, he realized that Ji Rong had to step on his feet slightly when kissing him, which was extremely cute.

Of course, there are the horrifying expressions of passers-by in the background.

Zhao Zecheng laughed.

At noon, he started sending Zhao Zecheng every few hours again, asking if he had said anything.

Zhao Zecheng thought for a while, then sent him back: "No."

Zhao Zecheng said: "Just as I was about to say it, he cried."

"He's so pitiful when he cries," said Zhao Zecheng, who used to have Yan Zhibin sing a one-man show in his conversations with Yan Zhibin. It was rare that once, he posted so much, "When I saw him cry, I felt like I could do anything, as long as he didn't feel sad." ,do not Cry."

Zhao Zecheng felt numb to himself after the beating, and smiled again, agreeing with Yan Zhibin: "I'm done."

After about 30 seconds, Yan Zhibin sent a series of ellipses.

Holidays always pass in a blink of an eye, and the days of teachers and students return to the regular squares divided by class hours.

After all, Zhao Zecheng didn't think about the source of Ji Rong's tears, but it didn't seem to be that important, because Zhao Zecheng had new troubles.

After returning from Yanshan, Ji Rong became very clingy.

In the past, the two of them often stuck together, but the frequency was not so high.

It was as if Ji Rong didn’t have to go to class. Almost every guest in Zhao Zecheng’s class could see Ji Rong who was looking at him with his face propped up. jump.

When they were in school, they were quite careful.

But after these few days, Ji Rong seemed to suddenly not care. He changed his shy appearance and kept bumping into him, acting like a baby in the empty corridor, asking Zhao Zecheng to carry him on his back.

Zhao Zecheng couldn't bear it, and really recited it a few times.

Once when I went up the stairs on my back, I was bumped by the principal.

The three of them were stunned, but the headmaster reacted first, nodded to Ji Rong behind him, and asked him, "Student?"

Zhao Zecheng said yes.

"Is this an injury? Today's young people are too rash to do things." The principal stroked his mustache and started talking about the shortcomings of contemporary students. He talked with Zhao Zecheng for more than ten minutes, and finally said, "Ms. Zhao is different. I think you are very responsible at a young age. You have the potential to be a head teacher. I will tell your dean."

Zhao Zecheng: "..."

He smiled apologetically and said a few words. After the principal had gone far away, he put Ji Rong down and scolded him: "Is it okay now? I'm going to be exhausted next year."

Ji Rong's expression paused for a moment, but he soon laughed, deliberately came over and pulled his sleeves, and softly said, "Isn't it good to be the head teacher?"

"What's good, I don't want to be your head teacher."

After Zhao Zecheng finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, he pulled Ji Rong over, and stroked his hair.

The two of them were no longer in front of each other in school. Ji Rong was more active than before, taking a step forward and walking side by side with Zhao Zecheng.

The occasional touch between the back of the hand and the back of the hand will itch like an electric shock.

Ji Rong turned his head towards him, squinted his eyes and smiled at him, and deliberately pulled Zhao Zecheng's finger, asking if he dared to hold it.

Zhao Zecheng didn't dare, but when he went back and closed the door, it was more than just holding hands.

After the two made out, Zhao Zecheng put his arms around Ji Rong one day and asked him why he had become clingy recently.

Ji Rong didn't answer, but instead asked him: "Is it not good?"

"It's not bad, it's just a little annoying."

"What's your trouble?" Ji Rong turned around.

He was lying on Zhao Zecheng's body, his hair brushed against Zhao Zecheng's chin, his face was raised, his eyes were brightly illuminated by the light.

Zhao Zecheng remembered a long time ago, when he seemed to have just met Ji Rong, and not long after, he tricked him back home. It was also on this bed that Ji Rong fell asleep, illuminated by a warm yellow lamp.

Zhao Zecheng thought at the time that Ji Rong had a magical power that made people reluctant to leave easily, as if he felt peaceful and happy when he got closer.

He couldn't resist either.

Zhao Zecheng glanced at Ji Rong, leaned down, kissed him, and said, "The troubles of happiness."

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