She is soft on my heart

Chapter 185
It was five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting little by little, the sky at the end of the street was orange and red, dyed through the fish-like clouds, and people and cars were passing by.

Li Xingchen walked on this street again, but she didn't have time to observe the changes in those storefronts and alleys, because she was in a bad mood now, listening to the footsteps behind her.

Li Xingshen and Duan Yuyang walked in front, Jiang Cong and Yang Lang kept a short distance but could hear their voices behind.

"Ms. Li, why did those two uncles follow us all the time?"

The young man was tall and slender, and his pale complexion made his social yellow hair a little more attractive. After he asked, he looked back cautiously and curiously, and then quickly turned his head back.

Li Xing sank to speak.

"Mr. Li, that handsome uncle has been watching you." Duan Yuyang could feel the man's extraordinary aura, he was a little scared, so he could only whisper in Li Xingchen's ear to complain.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the back collar was lifted by a force, and he was pulled a few steps aside.

Jiang Cong's face was cold, and his voice was even colder: "Can't you speak well?"

The implication is, what are you doing so close?
Duan Yuyang gave the man an aggrieved and cowardly look. He hadn't experienced this kind of anger yet, but he didn't even dare to refuse.

In front of Jiang Cong, he was like a little chicken.

"Go back and dye your hair back." Li Xingshen didn't pay attention to what they said, and continued to walk forward, only saying this.

"Oh" Duan Yuyang lowered his head in response.

Their English teacher has a soft voice, no temper, doesn't dress up very much, and looks a few years older than them, so it stands to reason that he is the most "bullyable" kind of teacher.

But there are not many in the class who don't listen to her. When she looks at you lightly and lightly, even if she doesn't speak or criticize, she can make your mistakes invisible.

The four of them kept silent and walked towards Ninth Middle School. Li Xingshen didn't need to turn his head, he could always feel the eyes from the people behind him, strong, warm, and dark.

Yang Lang couldn't hold back any longer, he went over to put Duan Yuyang's shoulder across, looking like a good brother, as if he wasn't the one who pinned him against the wall just now.

"What happened?"

The tone of the question asked, I don't know how to interrogate the suspect.

"Skipping class."

Yang Lang made a "tsk" sound, "Skipping class can be caught by the teacher, which is quite promising."

Duan Yuyang: "."

"The one in the back, did you see that?" Yang Lang approached and lowered his voice a little: "When it comes to skipping classes, you have to call him Patriarch."

Duan Yuyang: "."

Jiang Cong's ears were so sharp that he stretched out his leg and kicked him.

Yang Lang laughed, and chatted with Li Xingchen again, but she only answered his words.

The voice was soft and soft, but it didn't change at all, but there was more silence in the words.

At the school gate, no matter how emotional Li Xingchen was, he hid it. He didn't know if he was angry, so he turned around and thanked them, "It's nothing, you guys go back."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without waiting for a reply. Jiang Cong didn't think about anything, his body reacted one step before his brain, and suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The eerie, quiet and delicate atmosphere along the way was pushed to the extreme at this moment.

Yang Lang was too familiar with the security guard at the gate, so he greeted Duan Yuyang, hooked Duan Yuyang's neck and dragged him into the campus forcefully, "Go, uncle will take you back to the classroom first."

Duan Yuyang: "."

Half through the sleeve of the sweater, Jiang Cong's wide palm loosely encircled her slender white and smooth wrist. The back of his hand had distinct bones, and his palm was callused, rough and warm.

No effort, she could break free, but no, she lowered her gaze, waiting for him to speak.

Now she was the one chasing him.

Even if he doesn't need to coax her, he just needs to explain and she will be fine.

Jiang reacted to his behavior belatedly, holding her was a subconscious reaction of his body, but he didn't know what to say when he pulled her.

He couldn't help but worry again, stretching himself into a tight string, struggling back and forth on the edge.

He could only look at her with lowered eyes, and after a while, he asked dryly, "Are you angry?"

Li Xingchen raised his head slowly, met his eyes, and asked calmly, "Why am I angry?"

This sounds ironic, and it also has a questioning meaning.

Both eyes didn't deviate from each other, looking at each other.

long silence.

Jiang Cong sighed very lightly, but it was extremely heavy. He moved his dry and astringent throat, "I don't want you to wait."

Waiting endlessly.

After a few seconds, he spoke again, three words that were weak and hurt: "It's not worth it."

For him, it's not worth it.

Li Xing was slightly stagnant, his eyes flickered, and he understood in an instant.

The setting sun came from behind him, his back was lighted, the outline of his figure was outlined, the smooth and straight lines were softened a bit, and his deep face was half-lit and half-dark, a little gloomy.

He used to be a high-spirited boy in his teens, fearless of the sky and the earth, he did things heartily and recklessly, disdainful and disobedient to everything around him. do it.

But when fate really came to a fork, when the black wind and huge waves rolled in without giving anyone a moment to breathe, he realized how powerless he was, unable to choose his own path, and unable to protect his girl.

Now he is really afraid, afraid of not being able to do it, afraid of letting her down, his girl is so good.

Li Xingshen felt a pang of pain, because he saw the gloomy eyes and self-denial in his eyes, and felt sorry for his pain.

She roughly understood him, but not so deeply.

He has his thoughts, and she has her persistence.

Li Xing looked into his eyes deeply, his eyes were firm enough to show a bit of stubbornness, and the words spoken in his soft voice were extremely clear.

His world quieted down, only her voice remained, and every word was in his ears.

"Wait, it's worth it, you don't care."

"Jiang Cong, since we met again, there will be a bright future."

"You have enough time to think about whether you want me or not."

There was light in her eyes, just like the one he saw back then.

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"I rely on me, you really told him that?"

An Huaiqing looked disbelieving, inserted the straw into the yogurt box, and sat down next to Li Xingchen.

Is this what Teacher Li can say?

It seems that she really underestimated her determination to chase Captain Jiang.

Li Xing Shen nodded.

"Then you haven't spoken for so long?" An Huaiqing took a sip of yogurt.

Li Xingchen continued to nod.

After that time, until now, they have not met or contacted again.

"He has a hurdle in his heart and needs time."

"Then you can't waste your time doing it like this." An Huai patted his thigh and urged, "He misses him, you chase yours."

In fact, when it comes to chasing, Li Xingchen didn't take any specific actions, and now it can be regarded as showing his cards directly.

Li Xingchen looked at her, "How to chase after her?"

"Let's meet people first." An Huaiqing suggested, "I heard that I will go to the special police base for the teacher's physical training after a while, so you should go too."

(End of this chapter)