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Chapter 269 Jing Xing Is Not That Kind of Person
Lin Qingyou looked at him and asked suddenly: "Do you feel that you are unhappy?"

He Xiangyang squinted his eyes, looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall, and said, "Sister Qingyou, the human heart is only so big. If you always remember unhappy things, how boring life will be."

He smiled, "If you are unhappy, just forget about it?"

Lin Qingyou was stunned for a moment, she never thought that this boy who always looked bright had such a miserable childhood.

She has met many people of all kinds, and everyone says they are suffering, but those who are really suffering do not speak. The world kisses him bitterly, but he repays it with a song.

"I'm going back to the house, you go and see Brother Xing, he should be on the balcony downstairs." He Xiangyang waved at her, turned and pushed the door open.

"He Xiangyang." Lin Qingyou looked at his blurred back and called him suddenly.

"Huh?" He turned his head, the huge red bow was still on his head, and the pearls on the four corners shone with a faint but not negligible light.

"I think you're super cool." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Experienced the darkness, but still remember to chase the light.

He Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, then followed her with a smile, and gestured a yes gesture to her, proudly like a little princess: "Of course, I'm the coolest little fairy."

The door on the balcony was half covered. Lin Qingyou went down from the second floor, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the familiar figure on the balcony. From a distance of more than ten meters, she could see the smoke surrounding him, layer upon layer. He covered his brows and eyes tightly.

A pack of cigarettes stood on the marble railing, more than halfway down.

In fact, Lin Qingyou rarely sees him smoking. I don't know if it's because she is concerned about her underage child. Since his last birthday, she has never seen him with a cigarette case on him.

Hearing the movement from behind, Jing Xing turned his head, with a slight surprise in his eyes: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

He subconsciously extinguished the cigarette, and the spark that was extinguished between his slender fingers quickly dissipated in the night sky.

Lin Qingyou didn't push the door, but squeezed in through the half-open door.

Jing Xing looked at her, and unexpectedly remembered the moment when she squeezed through the iron fence of the playground when she went to No. [-] Middle School.

Lin Qingyou pressed her hand on the stone railing, and wanted to sit on it. She was wearing Jing Xing's sweater, and the hem was too long, so it was not easy to jump up.

Jing Xing leaned over, put his arms around her waist with one hand, and hugged her up. Lin Qingyou adjusted her posture, and put her little paws on his shoulders.

Jing Xing didn't move any more, he pressed his hands on the stone rails on both sides of her body, maintained this posture, and leaned slightly to look at her.

Lin Qingyou's eyes were level with his.

There are many nights in his eyes, and under the night is her little figure.

"Jing Xing." She subconsciously grasped the hand on his right shoulder, looked into his eyes and asked softly, "You...were you scared at that time?"

Jing Xing knew when she was asking.

She was talking about the moment when Han Li brought the topic up to her.

Almost at the moment when Han Li said "It would be a pity if something happened", Jing Xing's whole body's air pressure dropped.

"Well, I'm afraid." Jing Xing's tail lashes moved slightly, and he replied in a low voice.

He really cared about what Han Li said. He was afraid that something would happen to her, that she would be injured, and even more afraid that she would repeat what He Xiangyang had encountered because of him.

Lin Qingyou said softly: "Don't worry, he can't hurt me."

If there was a real fight, there was a high probability that she would accidentally knock out Han Li's front teeth one by one.

Jing Xing didn't speak, his eyes became darker and darker. He knew that Han Li couldn't hurt her, but he still cared. Whenever he thought of the possibility of such a thing, his heart sank like a bottomless pit.

Seeing his silence, Lin Qingyou's eyes flickered, and she asked again: "Do you care about what he said?"

"I don't care what he says about me." Xu Jing Xing's voice sounded slightly hoarse because of smoking, "But I care, he said you."

Lin Qingyou raised her hand, placed it on his soft black hair, rubbed it lightly, and said softly, "I'm fine."

It's just a few words, it doesn't hurt or itch, and it won't hinder her.

Jing Xing shook his head, his voice was hoarse and gentle: "But I don't want to."

His glutinous rice balls are good for everything, and it's not for others to make irresponsible remarks.

There was a night wind blowing from the sea, brushing the hair beside her ears, Lin Qingyou raised her head slightly, and looked at the crescent moon hanging in the air, the cloud did not know when it dispersed, and there were a few scattered The stars are revealed.

The night is already deep.

Jing Xing's voice swayed in the night in a low voice.

"I can't blame others for the cause I planted, so I have to bear the fruit myself."

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his soft breath brushed against her skin, conveying his powerless and bewildered emotions along with it.

"Jing Xing, if you could choose again, would you still make the same choice?" Lin Qingyou cupped his face with both hands, pressed her forehead against his, and asked softly.

Jing Xing was silent for a while, then closed his eyes in a daze, and said hoarsely, "I don't know."

He still didn't say no.

Lin Qingyou's eyes softened, and she gently rubbed the tip of his nose. Others don't understand Jing Xing, but she does.

Although he doesn't seem to be that easy to approach, but after getting along for a long time, you will find that he is actually a very gentle person.

The upbringing in his bones would not allow him to watch the girl being beaten violently and stand on the sidelines.

If a person chooses to ignore the weak in need of help, then sooner or later, he will abandon his lover without hesitation, because there is no warmth in that kind of person's heart.

How can a person who has no warmth in his heart talk about loving others?

Jing Xing is not that kind of person.

If there is a chance to choose again, he will still reach out to Zhou Xiaomeng, and then protect the friend he cares about.

The city's giant bell rang three times, and the dull bell sound mixed with the faint sound of waves came from far away. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the entire city of Xiangzhou fell silent.

Jing Xing looked into the distance with dim eyes. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, straightened up, and touched her little face with his slender fingertips: "It's late, go to bed."

Lin Qingyou sat on the stone railing without moving. She tilted her head and looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly stretched out her hand to him.

(End of this chapter)