She is soft on my heart

Chapter 223 The boy she loves dearly
When Li Xingshen woke up, she subconsciously moved to the side, but she didn't touch the heat source. She opened her eyes, and the side was empty. She sat up in a daze, and vaguely heard the sound of water in the bathroom outside. After a few seconds, he lay back down again.

Most of the sleepiness was gone, Li Xingchen blinked, turned over, glanced at his cell phone on the other side of the pillow, she thought for a few seconds, then reached out to fish it.

Her fingerprint can unlock it, but she hasn't looked at his phone, the lock screen and desktop wallpaper are all hers, and the picture was taken not long ago.

Li Xingshen slid down, and actually saw a software for reading comics. It seemed to be the only one about entertainment. He was also reading Ru Ling’s comics. Li Xingshen only knew it now. She smiled and backed out .

Then when she saw the blue ticketing software next to her, Li Xingshen thought of something and clicked in. She found the ticket purchase record, and found his ticket record to and from Shencheng here.

When Jiang Cong was on vacation in the army, he basically took the high-speed rail to go there. Later, he went to work and had a car. When he had time and conditions, he would drive there by himself.

The number of times is not many, but it does not stop every year. The last time I went to Shencheng was in June of the previous year, when Li Xingchen was about to go to teach.

Li Xingchen flipped through, opened and looked at each item, stared at the screen for a while, and then quit. Jiang Cong's phone had nothing else to look at. She slid back and forth, paused with her fingertips, and entered. photo album.

She thought that there would be few pictures in the album, but it turned out that there were hundreds of pictures in it, and most of them were related to her. She knew most of the pictures taken after they were together again, but the more she looked forward, the more surprised she was.

Some of them should be taken by him when he went to Shencheng, not many, and most of them are photos of them in high school. Both of them will appear in these pictures, more like they were taken from the perspective of others.

Among the pictures full of memories, she found Jiang Cong's blurry WeChat profile picture.

The background of the original picture was a noisy and messy classroom. At that time, the two of them were at the same table. Judging from this perspective, it should be taken from Yang Lang's position.

Jiang Cong was wearing a dark blue school uniform with loose sleeves piled up to his elbows. He was sitting in a lazy and unruly posture, with most of his body turned sideways to Li Xing, with one hand resting on his open leg, the other arm resting on the table, and his hand resting on the table. face, staring straight at the well-behaved girl next to her doing her homework.

The girl is petite and thin, with soft back lines, exuding tranquility, with a straight body, sitting upright, also wearing a school uniform, with a soft ponytail hanging on one shoulder, holding a pen in her hand, and pressing it just when the camera shakes At the moment of the shutter, she turned her head slightly, and her eyes met the boy's.

And Jiang Cong's avatar cuts the middle of this picture. The two people's blue school uniforms and desks together, coupled with the high blurred picture quality, really can't see anything.

Li Xingshen looked at it seriously, but Jiang Cong didn't notice it when he walked in. He saw the little girl woke up, holding his mobile phone and was so absorbed in research, he leaned over and hugged her from behind, with the faint woody fragrance after bathing on his body, "What are you looking at?"

Li Xingchen showed him the pictures on his phone, with a smile on his lips, "Jiang Cong, why do you have so many photos of our past, I don't know when they were taken."

Jiang Cong smiled, "They all took pictures at that time."

At first, the group of boys around him felt strange because Brother Cong was staring at the little girl, but later they were completely willing to be Brother Cong's love recorder. Yang Lang and Feng Cheng took the most pictures.

Jiang Cong didn't care about them when he knew it, and even uploaded the photos to his mobile phone, saving so much one after another, and changed his mobile phone several times later, but he didn't dare to lose one of these photos.

Li Xingshen felt that these had been recorded, and it was quite strange to watch it now. She continued to read one by one with relish, and Jiang Cong hugged her and watched with her. Look at the directions again.

This time I flipped through it quickly, and when I turned to the wishing tree that Jiang Cong photographed, he suddenly remembered something and asked her, "What is the wish you wrote?"

Li Xing stopped swiping the screen. Looking at the picture of the old tree, she was stunned by his question, as if she was lost in memory.

I remember that day, she didn't intend to make a wish at all, she seemed to think that if making a wish was useful, then she and Jiang Cong would not be separated, but that day, she turned her head and seemed to see him for a moment, she thought it was him illusion.

Maybe because of this second illusion, she finally took a red ribbon and wrote down her wish.

"I wrote, your name."

Li Xingshen wrote Jiang Cong's name on the red ribbon, tied it to the wishing booth, and told the old tree that she hoped that the young man she loved would have a bright future and be full of ambition.

Jiang Cong looked into her clear and bright eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and then his lips curled up, and he smiled softly, rubbing his fingertips against her white and soft cheeks, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Okay, get up soon, little slob."

At this moment, Li Xingchen suddenly remembered something he said last night, "Jiang Cong, you said you would take me to play today, and you also said that you would tell me where to go when you wake up."

"Well, I'll tell you when you get up."

Li Xingchen: "..."

She accused him of not talking, Jiang Cong smiled and pretended to be mysterious, and finally Li Xingchen got up obediently, she didn't have the habit of sleeping in, but every time he was tossing her, she would be very tired.

This Saturday, the two of them happened to be free all day, and they didn't go anywhere in the morning, so they snuggled up on the sofa, and the sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room brightly.

The TV was on but neither of them was watching. Li Xing stuck to Jiang Cong and told Jiang Cong that he secretly went to see her, took out the pictures he secretly took, and asked him to explain them carefully one by one. And hang" chat record review again.

Looking at it now, there are really many bugs in the chat. Maybe Li Xingshen was puzzled at the time, but in the end he didn't pay much attention to these details.

Jiang Cong remembered very clearly that the little girl would tell her what she wanted to hear, as if every side he could see of her these years was a paper star he treasured in a jar and kept in his heart.

Jiang Cong was going to take her out in the afternoon, but he still kept it secret and didn't tell Li Xingshen where he was going, even if Li Xingshen acted like a baby, he refused to tell.

Jiang Cong also wanted to dress her up on a whim. The matching clothes were a camel-colored loose sweater with a white turtleneck inside and a long skirt underneath. Those earrings.

When Li Xingchen saw this pair of earrings, he remembered the necklace he gave her. It was stuffed between the sweater and underwear. She subconsciously stretched her hand in to touch it. Jiang Cong grabbed her hand and pulled her into the In front of the wardrobe, "what should I wear."

Because he often lived here, many clothes were gradually moved over. Li Xingshen thought for a while in front of the closet, and chose a coat of the same color as hers for him.

"Okay, then this one."

After both of them packed up, Jiang Cong led her out. Li Xingchen looked at him in a high-end and formal suit, and then saw that he was dressed similarly, which was a little different from usual.

She smiled and asked, "Jiang Cong, are you taking me to some important occasion?"

Jiang Cong slowed down closing the door, but he didn't stop. An imperceptible panic flashed across his eyes, he swallowed, and didn't say anything, just said: "Well, it's very important."

(End of this chapter)