Jiang Cong licked his lower lip, stared at her and smiled, then waved to her and said in a joking tone: "Come and see."

"..."

Only then did Li Xingchen slowly realize what ridiculous words he had said. His face turned red to death, he was stunned for two seconds, and then he slammed the door.

If it were later, would he have to take off his pants...

When this even more ridiculous idea came out, Li Xingchen's black eyes rolled around in panic, and she suddenly went to pat her hot face. As she was patting, suddenly, the door behind her was knocked. She was startled, took a step forward and turned around.

.

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

Li Xingchen paused when he heard his voice, opened the door, looked down at 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 hand and pointed. Jiang Cong looked over, paused for a moment, then returned his eyes to her face and said a faint "hmm".

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

After saying this, he reached out to close the door. Li Xingchen suddenly remembered a forgotten thing and blocked the door. Jiang Cong looked at her.

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

Jiang Cong said yes.

After the door closed, Li Xingchen went over and pulled out the box. The moment she took the newspaper away, she was stunned.

There are some trophies and certificates inside, about various learning competitions, about boxing and shooting, and even pianos and other...

Starting from a very young age and probably ending in junior high school, a box was filled.

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

These honors that he should be proud of were covered up with newspapers and piled 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 Xingchen was stunned for a long time, put the things away, and returned the box to its place.

After the lights were turned off, she couldn't sleep. She always felt like something was pressing on her. It was the same heavy feeling as when she heard about his experience at that time.

Her eyes were open in the darkness, and she didn't know how late she had been thinking about it. Then she gradually closed her eyelids as she felt sleepy.

But her sleep was very uneasy. She had a confusing dream, all related to Jiang Cong.

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

Li Xingchen woke up with a heavy head and recalled the scene in his dream. He didn't know what role he was, maybe he was a bystander.

She sighed, closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep again, when she suddenly heard the soft rustling of footsteps outside.

Li Xingchen woke up in an instant. She sat up and listened with her ears. After she was sure that she had not heard wrongly, she got up and went behind the door, put her ear to it and listened attentively for a few seconds. She opened the door lightly and stuck her head out.

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The light outside was equally dark. A soft yellow lamp was lit beside Jiang Cong's bed. The quilt was half spread out, but no one was in sight.

There seemed to be a cat meowing, and Li Xingchen walked lightly to the small living room. He didn't turn on the lights, but it wasn't completely dark.

After crossing the bookshelf, her eyes fell on something and her footsteps paused.

It was quiet and dim all around, with cool breezes blowing in and the curtains swaying. She saw Jiang Cong standing on the narrow balcony, with his arms draped in front of him and his shoulders slightly arched. His tall back was a little lonely at the moment, and the night was hanging low.

Press it down.

He was smoking and seemed to be thinking about something, and did not notice her behind him.

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

Even after seeing her, he had tried hard to restrain himself, but when this emotion existed, it was like an airtight net that covered people from head to toe.

There were very light footsteps behind him. Jiang Cong turned around and was stunned.

Why is the little girl running into the living room in the middle of the night... picking up snacks?

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Li Xingchen said nothing and continued to look for something in a bag of snacks.

Seeing that she couldn't find her after searching for a long time, Jiang Cong was about to go over. At this time, Li Xingchen stopped and walked towards him, holding two lollipops in his hand.

Handed one to him, "Jiang Cong, please eat a lollipop with me."

Jiang Cong was confused about her behavior.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, an immature but possible idea suddenly came into her mind. Was she 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, so I bought this for you."

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

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

He smiled softly, put out the cigarette, took the candy, peeled it off and opened it in his mouth, "Okay?"

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

Jiang Cong looked at her sideways for a while and asked, "Have you been unable to sleep in bed, or have you woken up by me?"

"Jiang Cong, I dreamed of you." Li Xingchen looked at the street lights in the alley below, a faint light in the darkness, "Then I woke up."

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

Before he could speak, Li Xingchen turned his head and asked him: "I saw some scars on your body. Are they injuries sustained during the game?"

Not missing the trace of surprise in his eyes, Li Xingchen 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 Xingchen was stunned, his eyes slightly glazed over.

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

When he said this, there was no fluctuation in his voice, and it was as calm as if he was talking about someone else's business.

She looked at the inside of his arm and frowned. The stuffy feeling came back again, and it seemed that it was coming from the previous times and was about to make her breathless.

Li Xingchen suddenly understood at this moment that this feeling seemed... distressed.

"I was also injured playing games, but I got better. It's strange to say that she couldn't get better after playing these games."

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 outstanding," Jiang Cong lowered his eyelids, took off the lollipop, and laughed to himself, "They didn't even look at me."

Li Xingchen felt his heart congested, and at this moment he seemed to suddenly understand why he always had such an indifferent attitude.
Chapter completed!