She is soft on my heart

Chapter 97
Jiang Cong licked his lower lip, stared at her and smiled, then waved to her, jokingly said, "Come and see."

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It was only then that Li Xingshen realized what absurd words he had said, his face turned red, he was stunned for two seconds, and then he slammed the door shut.

If it's later, does he have to take off his pants?
When this even more absurd thought came out, Li Xing's dark eyes rolled around in panic, and she slapped her hot face suddenly. Suddenly, the door behind her was knocked, she was startled, and she took a step forward and turned around. .

Before she opened the door, Jiang never knocked or twisted the door directly, and asked outside, "Why did you call me just now?"

Li Xingchen paused when he heard his voice, opened the door, lowered his eyes after seeing him for a second, and said in a gentle voice, "I want to ask you if I can take a look at that box."

She stretched out her finger, Jiang Cong looked over, paused for a moment, looked back at her face, and gave a faint "hmm".

The two looked at each other for a few more seconds, and Jiang Cong said, "Don't be too late, go to bed early, you have to go to school tomorrow."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to close the door, Li Xingshen suddenly remembered a forgotten matter, and blocked the door, Jiang Cong looked at her.

"Remember to apply an ice pack to your face," she reminded.

Jiang Cong agreed.

After the door closed, Li Xing Shen went over and pulled out the box, and the moment she took the newspaper away, she froze.

Inside are some trophies and certificates, about various learning competitions, about boxing shooting, and even piano and other things.
From a very young age, probably stopped in junior high school, filled a box.

Before that, I only heard Ru Ling talk about his past, but now I read his resume with my own eyes, and the feeling is different.

These honors, which he should be proud of, were covered by newspapers and piled up in the most inconspicuous corner.

In fact, just now, Li Xingchen not only noticed his figure, but also saw several old scars on his body.

Li Xing was stunned for a long time, put the things away and put the box back in place.

After the light was turned off, she couldn't fall asleep, and she always felt that something was pressing on her, which was the same dull feeling as when she heard his experience at that time.

Her eyes were open in the darkness, she didn't know how late she was thinking about, and she gradually closed her eyelids when sleepiness struck.

But she didn't sleep well. She had a chaotic dream, all related to Jiang Cong.

Jiang Cong, who is afraid of the dark in the secret room, where did the injury on his face come from, the concentration when shooting, and even the scene of him receiving the award, jumping illogically.

Li Xing woke up with a drowsy head, recalling the scene in the dream, not knowing what role he was, maybe a bystander.

She sighed, closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep again, when she suddenly heard soft footsteps outside.

Li Xingchen woke up in an instant. She sat up and listened with her ears open. After she was sure she hadn't misheard, she got up and went to the door, put her ears on it and listened intently for a few seconds. She opened the door lightly and poked her head out. .

The light outside was equally dark, and Jiang Cong had a small soft yellow lamp on beside the bed, and the quilt was half spread out, but there was no one to be seen.

There seemed to be a cat meowing, Li Xingshen walked lightly towards the small living room, did not turn on the light, but it was not completely dark.

After crossing the bookshelf, her eyes fell somewhere, and her footsteps stopped.

The surroundings were quiet and dark, with gusts of cool wind blowing in, and the curtains swaying. She saw Jiang Cong standing on the narrow balcony, arms folded, shoulders slightly arched. Press down.

He was smoking and seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't notice her behind him.

Li Xingchen could clearly feel Jiang Cong's gloomy and depressed mood when he met him on the street tonight.

Even after seeing her, he tried his best to restrain himself, but when this emotion existed, it was like an airtight net, enveloping people from head to toe.

There was the sound of very light footsteps behind him, Jiang Cong turned his head and was taken aback for a moment.

Why did the little girl run to the living room to pick up snacks in the middle of the night?

"Hungry?" he asked.

Li Xing Shen didn't say a word, and continued to search for something in a bag of snacks.

Seeing that she hadn't found her for a long time, Jiang Cong was about to go there when Li Xingshen stopped and walked towards him, holding two lollipops in his hand.

Handed him one, "Jiang Cong, eat lollipops with me."

Jiang Cong was puzzled by her behavior.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, an immature but possible thought suddenly flooded her mind. Could it be that she is sleepwalking?

"Li Xingchen?" He tried to shout.

Li Xingchen looked at him and responded.

"Are you sleepwalking?"

"……No."

Jiang Cong breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the candy in her hand, "I don't like sweets, this is for you."

Li Xing was silent for a few seconds, pointed to the cigarette in his hand, and then stretched out the hand holding the candy, "I think it should taste better than that."

Jiang Cong condensed slightly and understood the little girl's intentions.

He smiled softly, pinched out the cigarette, took the candy, and opened his mouth, "Okay?"

Li Xingchen pulled the corner of his mouth, peeled off the candy and ate it himself, and lay down on the edge of the balcony to stand with him.

Jiang Cong looked at her sideways for a while, and asked, "Did you think you couldn't sleep in the bed, or did you wake me up?"

"Jiang Cong, I dreamed of you." Li Xingchen looked at the streetlights in the alley below, a faint light in the darkness, "and then woke up."

Jiang never thought it was such a reason, so the little girl woke up in the middle of the night or did he blame him?

Before he could speak, Li Xingshen turned his head and asked him: "I saw some scars on your body, are they from playing games?"

Without missing the surprise in his eyes, Li Xing paused, and added: "Ru Ling told me."

Jiang Cong understood, then paused for a long time, and said in a calm tone, "No, my mother beat me."

Li Xing was stunned, his eyes froze slightly.

Jiang Cong turned his face away and stopped looking at her, "Didn't you also ask me about the scar on my arm before, and she scalded it with boiling water."

When he said this, there was no fluctuation in his voice, as if he was talking about other people's business.

She looked at the inside of his arm, and frowned. The stuffy feeling came again, and it seemed that she had brought it with her from the previous few times, which would make her breathless.

Li Xingchen suddenly understood at this moment, this feeling seemed to be...distressed.

"I was also injured in the game, but it was all healed. It's strange to say that she played these games and couldn't get better."

Li Xingchen didn't know what to say.

It was a long silence.

"I saw your trophies and certificates. You are obviously a very good person." She looked at him and said softly.

"So excellent," Jiang Cong lowered his eyelids, took off the lollipop, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "They couldn't even look at me."

Li Xingchen felt that his heart was in a panic, and at this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand why he always had an indifferent attitude.

Without hope, life is okay.

(End of this chapter)