Chapter 15 Caring that Ji Changshan likes Peng Lang and needs her.
Peng Lang led Ji Changshan around the neighborhood for a long time, passing through the house three times without entering. The summer night is slightly hot, and the palms of the two hands are clenched with thin sweat, and it is hard to tell who is sweating more. Ji Changshan didn't speak at first, but only listened to the cicadas singing in the bushes, as if his heart resonated with the rhythm. She occasionally glanced at Peng Lang's side face, his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
She wanted to find some topics, such as what it means to hold hands, such as what it means to take so many detours. But he seemed concerned when he asked.
Caring is not a good thing, caring is chaos. Ji Changshan cared about a lot of things when he was a child, and the more he cared about it, the more he wanted to keep it for himself. She has never really owned anything that belongs to her: grandma's house is not hers, the old lady gouges her all day long, and scolds her for losing money; her parents are her younger sister's parents, the three of them enjoy themselves happily, and Ji Changshan hides in the corner She studied hard and did the questions, always thinking that if she came first in the exam, her parents would take a second look at her.
Later Ji Changshan found out that grandma didn't want her because her surname was Ji and not Jiang, and because she wasn't a leader; her parents didn't want her, it had nothing to do with her grades, they just didn't love her. Ji Changshan thought over and over many times, he would rather Jiang Changle was a boy, then it wouldn't be that there was something wrong with her, so her parents didn't love her, but that they favored boys over girls, no matter how good she was, it would be useless. But her parents really love Jiang Changle, regardless of her gender, regardless of her grades, regardless of whether she is mischievous or not, they just love her. Having grown up for so many years, Ji Changshan no longer tries hard to win anyone's attention, whether he likes it or not, as long as she doesn't care, she won't be disappointed. She suppressed the caring that was about to break out of the ground, and let Peng Lang lead her without asking anything. Peng Lang walked slowly, pulling her closer. His eyes no longer focused on the road, but cast a long look on Ji Changshan's face. The man's eyes were about twenty-three degrees, and they were as gentle as water on the skin. Ji Changshan was a little used to being watched by him, but he still asked him to watch the road.
He didn't listen to his wife's instructions very much, and his eyes were still on her face. Ji Changshan thought he had something to say, so he glanced at him. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and the lenses couldn't hide the emotion in his eyes. Ji Changshan moved his black eyes away, and found a random sentence to interrupt the ambiguity: "How far is your nearsightedness?"
"Fifty degrees."
Ji Changshan raised his left eyebrow lightly, "Then what glasses do you wear?"
"Driving a special car at night, go farther The sign is very vague. I don’t bother to pick it up during the day.”
“Then why are you driving a special car? It’s not that you’re short of money, but a waste of time.”
Peng Lang stroked the veins on the back of her hand, “Why are you so afraid of wasting?”
“Who Born with a golden spoon in your mouth like you? For every minute I waste, I am one minute away from buying a house. I also need to consider that the housing price is going up, so it should be ten minutes away." Peng Lang remained silent for a while, and answered casually: "I am very lucky
. Okay. My father runs a hotel and my mother does art. They treated me very well. Then I also started a company and made a lot of money. I have a few houses under my name and a few cars. It couldn’t be better How can a person be successful at my age?"
Ji Changshan was speechless, and turned his face to look at him: "Are you speaking human language?"
Peng Lang laughed, took two steps and said to Ji Changshan: "In the future Don't be so anxious."
The man's mouth is not trustworthy, even if he really feels it now, what if he regrets it in the future?
Ji Changshan doesn't like to rely on anyone, fearing that no one will want her in the end, so he never relies on her.
The night was so thick that it couldn't be melted away. The two of them walked in the shadow of the lamp, and they were silent for a long time. Peng Lang rubbed the back of her hand and said without delay, "Your hands are so small, like a child." Ji Changshan couldn't find a suitable answer
. , then lowered his eyes to look at the two close hands, his skin was darker, and the back of his hands was much wider, and he was leading him away, somehow he felt so tight in his heart, it seemed that he would not feel awkward holding him for a long time.
In the past, when she was in love with Chen Yueshu, she avoided physical contact like a scourge. When he got a little closer, Ji Changshan's hair was all over his body. Chen Yueshu often stares at her face, his eyes are too affectionate, so he is passionate/desire/naked/naked, Ji Changshan has no luck to enjoy it, he always escapes from dating with the excuse of busy work, and doesn't even want to hold hands.
She moved her fingertips slightly, and Peng Lang let go of her hand slightly, creating a gap to let the air flow.
Ji Changshan walked around with him again, and when he walked to the door of the apartment building again, he shook his big hand and said, "Go home, you have to go to work tomorrow." Peng Lang stopped and asked if we could meet tomorrow
. Ji Changshan is on a business trip tomorrow, and Peng Lang pressed the back of her hand to his heart, "If I kiss the back of your hand, is it a breach of contract?" Ji Changshan squinted at him, and couldn't help but care about how many girls' backs he had kissed before he could calm himself down
. Don't talk like that. She then replied: "Forget it, so I can't kiss."
Peng Lang rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, "How about paying liquidated damages?"
Ji Changshan stopped negotiating the terms of compensation with him, stopped and walked up the stairs.
Peng Lang followed behind her, walking side by side with her in just two steps.
They lived on the seventeenth floor. While waiting for the elevator, two drunkards came over. Their eyes were blurred. They stared at Ji Changshan's exposed collarbone for a long time, and turned their eyes around to trace the outline of her chest.
Xiwatai has an excellent security system, with alarm bells set up everywhere, and people in the monitoring room are watching 24 hours a day. Ji Changshan is not afraid of meeting such little hooligans when he is single. What's more, she is now proficient in a set of women's self-defense techniques, and she is cold-eyed at the little hooligan without showing any timidity.
Peng Lang moved his steps and stood by Ji Changshan's side.
She is small and slender, and is completely covered by him.
Ji Changshan's face leaned against his chest, five centimeters away, and he could smell the very faint smell of tobacco on his shirt, mixed with a few wisps of rosin laundry detergent.
She didn't raise her face, Peng Lang looked down from a high place, her hair was black and smooth, her eyelashes fluttered one by one. Peng Lang smoothed out the broken hair around her neck, his fingertips didn't even touch half an inch of skin, but Ji Changshan felt itchy for no reason.
In fact, she can solve everything independently, but with Peng Lang by her side, it doesn't seem too bad.
They returned to the door of their respective apartments, and Peng Lang told Ji Changshan that the business trip was safe. She hummed, her eyes stroked his eyebrows, and she said good night softly.
Ji Changshan went to Baicheng on a business trip to contact the local dealer. If all went well, the contract would be signed in two and a half days, and he could buy a plane ticket and fly back to Jiangcheng in the afternoon of the third day.
Peng Lang's birthday is five days away, and Ji Changshan hasn't decided whether to give him a gift yet.
She took the resume that Peng Lang gave in May to go on a business trip, discussing business during the day, and returning to the hotel at night to carefully read his twenty-nine years of life. His resume should be called a detailed calendar, with everything down to how long it takes to brush your teeth. When writing this document, Peng Lang thought about what a girlfriend might know about him from the perspective of a couple. Originally, he was afraid that his parents would spot check how much Ji Changshan knew about Peng Lang, but now it became an excellent material for Ji Changshan to study Peng Lang.
He grew up in Jiangcheng, and was recommended to a prestigious school all the way. He studied in London as an undergraduate, completed credits in two years, and went to Paris to study high-level business for 16 months. In these years, he has traveled around the world, fishing and visiting art exhibitions everywhere. He should have seen and played with everything. What else does he need?
Ji Changshan couldn't think of what to give Peng Lang, so he ran to look up his love history.
Flipping through, I didn't see that he had a love record. Ji Changshan closed the folder. He was so insincere that he didn't even let her know how many girlfriends he had.
At ten o'clock at night, Ji Changshan went to take a shower, and when he was drying his hair, his mobile phone buzzed and vibrated on the white bed sheet.
She guessed that it was Peng Lang who called, and he also called at this time yesterday.
Ji Changshan intentionally left the phone on vibrate for 20 seconds, so he didn't seem to care much.
She sat on the side of the bed with half-dried long hair, and when she answered the phone, she spoke in a very dull tone, asking him what he was calling for.
"What time will you arrive in Jiangcheng tomorrow?" Peng Lang seemed to be outside, and there was a vague noise from his side.
Ji Changshan said that at 7:15 in the evening, his black eyes turned to the clock on the wall. It was so late, why was he still outside.
"Send me the flight number, and I will pick you up tomorrow."
Ji Changshan turned on the hands-free, put the phone on the bed, folded the clothes and put them in the suitcase, "I can just go back by myself, I don't bother you." "But I want to hurry up.
" See you soon." Peng Lang paused, and said slowly, "You don't want to see me, I want to see you too."
Ji Changshan liked that Peng Lang needed her, so he took a screenshot of the flight information on his phone and sent him a WeChat message, "Then you come Well, I have to take a taxi anyway."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Changshan went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
There was some foam on the corner of her mouth to cover the light curve, she glanced in the mirror inadvertently, her eyes were like crescent moons, and she smiled inexplicably.
When the plane landed, Ji Changshan took the 20-inch suitcase and left the station, intending to go directly to the underground parking lot.
She took two steps, and suddenly felt that someone was following her. Looking sideways, Peng Lang took her suitcase, put his arms around her shoulders, and looked at the road: "Is this considered a breach of contract?
" , Ji Changshan didn't bother to talk to him.
When the two got into the car, Peng Lang asked if he had eaten, Ji Changshan shook his head and asked if he had eaten.
They both have extremely low desire for appetite, and it doesn't matter what they eat. Peng Lang lowered the handbrake, shifted the gear and lightly stepped on the accelerator, and went to any restaurant to enjoy hot pot.
I ordered the mandarin duck pot, Peng Lang bone soup, and Ji Changshan had the other half of the spicy butter pot.
Comparing the two, the hot pot is shockingly red, and the steam from the pot is full of tear gas.
Ji Changshan ate for a while, his forehead and nose were sweating, and his lips were covered with maple leaf brick red, which made his skin extraordinarily fair. Sporadic tears welled up in her eyes, Peng Lang handed over the tissue, his eyes wandered around her face, telling her to eat slowly, they were not in a hurry.
Under Peng Lang's eating rhythm, the meal was extended to one and a half hours. Ji Changshan was already full, and sat across from him while processing work emails while waiting for him.
He eats well, and after Ji Changshan sent five emails, Peng Lang only cooked three pieces of hairy belly.
She watched Peng Lang chew his hairy belly for thirty times, she was really bored, so she asked him to try the hot pot.
Peng Lang didn't set his eyes on the pot full of peppers, and enjoyed a complete dinner according to his own light taste. The two left the store, the car stopped at the door, Ji Changshan got into the car first, Peng Lang smoked a cigarette outside, and rolled up a few wisps of smoke when he got in the car.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain.
Ji Changshan said that he didn't take the umbrella, and when he turned to look at Peng Lang, he pulled a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth, leaving red marks.
His eyes were fixed on Ji Changshan's red lips, and in three seconds, two seconds, he turned to her dark eyes.
The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, and the temperature in the summer night made Ji Changshan's heart burn.
She looked away, she never wanted to hear Peng Lang ask whether it was a breach of contract to taste the spiciness now.
He didn't say a word, he straightened his face and looked at the road ahead.
A drop of rain hits the windshield, and a spray is formed. After three or five drops, the radial spray all over the window is swept away by the wiper in an instant.
Peng Lang turned on the air conditioner and turned it to the highest setting.
After a while of cool wind, Ji Changshan's arms were as cold as if they were put in an ice cellar.
She went to increase the temperature, and when she withdrew her hand, she was grabbed by Peng Lang's right hand, and she stayed in his palm to keep warm for a while.