Give me back my tail

Before Zhao Zecheng's car drove away, Ji Rong went out and stared dumbfounded, Qian Bing actually wanted to get into Zhao Zecheng's car.

Qian Bing held the umbrella and opened the door of the front seat. The two seemed to have exchanged something, and then Qian Bing came out with a displeased face, closed the door, and opened the door of the back seat.

Ji Rong watched her step in on her high heels, and then the car door closed, and she really left.

Ji Rong stood there blankly for a few seconds, then took out his phone.

He was blackmailed by Qian Nuola, and Qian Bing still had WeChat, so he quickly called up and asked her incredulously, "Are you in Zhao Zecheng's car?"

Qian Bing replied quickly: "What are you doing? Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. Let's not talk about him as a scum, will I still steal your man?"

Ji Rong couldn't understand at all.

She said again: "I'm going to a party today. It's not a fox demon. Don't worry! It's some kind of model party. I'll go and have a look. Maybe we can have a company signing and a child star debut!"

Ji Rong digested it for a while before trying to ask: "Don't you... hate him very much?"

If it was the best person who scolded Zhao Zecheng in the group last time, Qian Bing must have a share.

This time, Qian Bing returned after a while: "I don't like him, but he found you so badly. The last time I came to the house, I didn't feel as bad as I imagined. Anyway, you are all together, and I can do it again." kill him?"

"..." Ji Rong was stunned, "Where did you hear...we are together?"

Qian Bing was also stunned: "Haven't you met his parents with him?"

Ji Rong remembered the last time he and Qian Nuo had no chance to continue the conversation after talking halfway. He felt a little wronged and helpless, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the feeling of relief.

Before Ji Rong could tell where the relief came from, his cell phone rang again.

This time it was not Qian Bing, but the more terrifying news source.

The study committee member in the class urgently issued a notice, saying that due to the leakage of the test paper originally scheduled for tomorrow, the high number had to be advanced.

Ji Rong's review is completely stuck in the order of the exam, and he still hasn't read half of the high math book.

Ji Rong couldn't think of anything else, so he ran home first and took out the high number.

I almost finished reading the part that I can't wait for, and it was already completely dark.

Ji Rong looked at the time, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Some news that was delayed because the Internet was not turned on also popped up one by one.

The class group complained about changing subjects.

The study committee notified you twice because they were afraid that everyone would not receive it.

Some insignificant subscription accounts are advertising Ji Rong.

Qian Bing probably got out of the car and said, "He's still handsome, no wonder he can deceive people."

Ji Rong was in a complicated mood, so he didn't reply her, and quit, and the next second, he received a new one.

The message was sent by Zhao Zecheng, who said, "Good night."

Ji Rong is a very lazy person, but he still took off Zhao Zecheng's pictorial on the wall after returning home.

At this time, the half-closed windows reflected the lights in the house, reflecting Ji Rong's small half face and the solid-colored wall.

Ji Rong always likes to review with the windows open like this, and he didn't think that the wall was empty before, but now he can't help but feel that it is a little empty.

Maybe once something is hung up in some places and you get used to it, it will never be empty again.

Ji Rong stood up and closed the curtains to no avail.

But when he turned his head, he could still see the wall.

He remembered that Zhao Zecheng's tone of voice today was very light and far away. When he called his name, he wanted to announce some kind of world declaration, but in the end it was just a humble request to reply to his WeChat.

Do you want to promise?

Ji Rong lay on the bed, he was rolling around with the doll in his arms, and his hair was messed up.

After rolling for about a quarter of an hour, Ji Rong poked his head out from the pillow.

He quickly grabbed the phone, quickly typed the word good night, and pressed send.

Then Ji Rong seemed to feel that the phone was hot, flipped it on the table, and stopped looking at it.

With the first time, Ji Rong broke through the psychological barrier.

His chat with Zhao Zecheng gradually became more balanced.Because Zhao Zecheng didn't make progress, the content he sent every day was some sparse and easy-to-reply sentences.

During the whole exam week, Ji Rong didn't meet Zhao Zecheng again.

There are fewer and fewer people in the school.Many students who are advanced in subjects have already pulled their suitcases to take the subway at the school gate.

Ji Rong's luck was not good enough, he was ranked last in the last exam, and unfortunately became one of the last wave of students in the school who had a holiday.

After the exam, there was a burst of liberated cheers in the classroom.

Ji Rong hugged the book and flowed out along the crowd, being blown by the cold winter wind, he belatedly realized that the winter vacation has come and a year is almost over.

He has experienced too many things in the past six months, not to mention the ups and downs, but also the twists and turns, so this half year has been extraordinarily long, so that it will end suddenly, which makes people feel a little at a loss.

The class group was quiet for a long time before, but it was lively at the end of the term.

I had a bunch of answers before, and now I am posting how much my luggage is.

Ji Rong generally doesn't have the habit of quieting his voice, and makes a ding-dong sound wherever he goes.

He listened all the way, and finally couldn't bear to take it out to deal with it, but just as he pressed it, a medium-sized truck behind him honked the horn again.

Ji Rong stepped back helplessly.

The vehicle stopped not far in front of him, its exterior sprayed with xx moving, and it looked very professional.

Ji Rong couldn't help but wonder which little local tyrant was doing the same thing when he brought his luggage home.

He didn't think too much, and walked a few steps forward, and saw that the driver came down first, wearing an orange uniform, followed by two employees who moved the goods in the same clothes.

The co-pilot got off the slowest, as if he was dealing with something, halfway down, he held the door with his hand and didn't move.

That hand was beautiful, with well-defined knuckles, exquisite and powerful, Ji Rong looked at it for a few more seconds, and felt a little familiar.

This hand also moved quickly, Zhao Zecheng finished handling the things in his hand, and jumped down from the co-pilot.

Both of them were stunned.

It was only then that Ji Rong reacted and saw that the rear of the vehicle was not the student apartment, but the teacher's apartment which was similar to the exterior building of the student apartment, but which Ji Rong was more familiar with.

Zhao Zecheng also took a few steps forward and walked up to him: "Why are you here?"

Ji Rong said honestly: "Wrong way..."

Zhao Zecheng's face showed some embarrassment and disappointment, but he recovered quickly, and said to Ji Rong freely: "I just moved."

"I don't do the work over there, and I will live here in the future, which is more convenient."

Ji Rong didn't know what to say.The staff behind Zhao Zecheng have already moved into action, two by two, to transport the packed cardboard boxes in the car.

For a moment or two, he couldn't help guessing what was inside and where it should be placed.

Will Zhao Zecheng replace anything, will he throw away his favorite accessories?

Ji Rong is like a child in a family who has no right to speak about his new home. He is a bit bitter because of the things he once owned but which have nothing to do with him now.

"Then you are busy." Ji Rong said politely.

"Rongrong." Zhao Zecheng called him suddenly.

Just as Ji Rong was about to lift up, his footsteps stopped.

Zhao Zecheng seemed to think it over before asking, "Do you want to help me?"

It must be because it is too cold outside in winter, and the campus is sparsely populated with nowhere to go, that Ji Rong agreed to him.

It wasn't his turn to lift anything heavy either.

In fact, except for a few large cardboard boxes that the staff carried at the beginning, the rest of the boxes were no more than the size of one's arms.

There is nothing in it that Ji Rong imagined would turn the apartment upside down.

Most of them are some religious bottles and cans, very ordinary bedding and clothes, and the largest one is an assembled bar.Twice as wide and longer than the original.

They put the small things in place first, and finally removed the original small bar, and installed the one brought by Zhao Zecheng.

When it was almost finished, Zhao Zecheng suddenly said: "Next time you review, we can face each other..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, Ji Rong was also a little embarrassed.

The house was in a mess, and most of the boxes that were still full were personal items like clothes.

Ji Rong coughed lightly, and said to him: "Then leave the rest to yourself."

Zhao Zecheng also glanced at the clothes on the ground.

"I can't sort these things out," he stated to Ji Rong calmly, "I bought an open hanger, but it hasn't arrived yet."

Ji Rong didn't know why he said this, and couldn't answer, he could only stare blankly at Zhao Zecheng and continued: "I bought two, and I plan to give one to you and one to me."

He said: "The clothes in your closet are still there, and you can't wear them in those winters."

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