It used to be just an abstract place name, but now it is a real place.
In the dream, there is Miao Jin, my heart is also painful, and the ears on the side are red.
Miao Jin woke up from the bed suddenly, but said nothing.
I looked at Jiang Xingyun, who was sleeping soundly next to me.
Miao Jin rubbed her ear with her hand. She felt it was hot. Her ear was buzzing and she seemed to hear nothing.
Someone grabbed her waist and then forced her to lie on the bed.
Jiang Xingyun was sleeping on her left side. At this moment, he whispered in Miao Jin's ear with a sleepy yet vague voice, a voice that was extremely charming, "Are you having a nightmare?"
"Um."
"Dear Third Miss Miao, what's bothering you? Are you having nightmares?" He closed his eyes and said while holding Miao Jin's waist. Although there was no sexual or lustful voice, it was a warm voice.
"I can't control my dreams, how do I know I'll have a nightmare?" Miao Jin's heart was beating very fast, thump thump.
"I'll be with you, and you won't have nightmares in the future. Sleep well." Jiang Xingyun said in Miao Jin's ear.
Miao Jin couldn't close his eyes, so he kept them open, thinking about the blood-stained military uniform.
But a sentence inexplicably popped up in my mind: Sweet words, say them to your left ear.
Just now, Jiang Xingyun spoke to her left ear, his tone was light but warm.
If only it were sweet talk!
Miao Jin's heart still beat fast, so she turned around, walked towards Jiang Xingyun, and put her hands around his neck.
Jiang Xingyun rubbed his forehead against hers and said, "Be good."
Miao Jin's heart was beating wildly, but gradually it calmed down, and soon he fell asleep.
The next day, when Miao Jin woke up, Jiang Xingyun was gone.
Miao Jin sent him a WeChat message: "Have you gone to work? I got up late today."
Jiang Xingyun replied: Yes, I did. I will be home late today. My dad just came to see me and may want to talk to me about something at the company. Don’t wait for me to eat.
Miao Jin said "hmm".
In fact, when Miao Jin is not working, he is quite bored at home. When he is working, it is thrilling, and when he is idle, he feels that time is slow.
Miao Jin had nothing to do at home today, so she cleaned the house all day. The house was especially clean. She was about to cook, but suddenly remembered that he would not be back for dinner, and she felt bored again. In the evening, she ate something by herself, sat at home, and read her notes and related books.
The door rang.
Jiang Xingyun is back.
"Are you back?" Miao Jin asked.
"Um."
Jiang Xingyun was holding a large bag in his hand, and he placed it on the sofa. "I'll print out all my photos when I get home today. You can sort them out for me tomorrow and go buy the album yourself."
"So many?" Miao Jin looked at the thick stack of photos.
"How can you grow up if you don't grow up? Okay, go upstairs and go to bed. We'll do it tomorrow."
The next day, after Jiang Xingyun left, Miao Jin tied her hair up and began to organize the photos.
In fact, the process of organizing photos is also the process of looking at photos.
In the photo, Jiang Xingyun probably printed out a copy on purpose.
Miao Jin could tell where he had been in a certain month and day, when he had gone out to sea, and when he had climbed a mountain. He was tall as a child, a male god-level, and he became even more handsome as he grew up. There was a photo of him taken in the snow, which was probably enough to charm everyone. Judging from the time, he was eighteen years old at that time.
Miao Jin looked at the photos from eight or nine in the morning until the afternoon. Perhaps it was because there were too many photos, or perhaps it was because looking at the photos was too much fun, until her stomach growled and she remembered to check the clock. She saw that it was already past four in the afternoon and it was time to cook.
Miao Jin then cooked according to Jiang Xingyun's preferences.
Jiang Xingyun came back early today and Miao Jin had just finished cooking.
Miao Jin said, "I haven't sorted out the photos for you yet. Maybe tomorrow. I haven't bought the album yet."
Jiang Xingyun tilted his head and glanced at the sofa. The photos were placed in a messy manner, which did not fit Miao Jin's usual obsessive-compulsive style.
"What did you do today?" Jiang Xingyun asked.
"I didn't do anything. I was just organizing photos and taking a look at what you looked like as a child. I wasted the whole day like this." Miao Jin said as he served the rice.
"Really?"
"right."
Miao Jin then asked Jiang Xingyun many things about his childhood, including where he took a cable car for the first time, when he went to see Victoria Falls, and when he went to Harvard.
Miao Jin also asked a question, "When you were in college, were there any girls pursuing you?"
Jiang Xingyun was eating at the time. He paused with his chopsticks and said, "Yes."
Miao Jin started eating again.
Neither of them spoke again.
After dinner, Miao Jin continued to organize the photos until eleven o'clock.
After going to bed, the moment I close my eyes, I see his photo, my idol since childhood.
She even dreamed about him in her dreams. She dreamed about the time when he was in Harvard and a girl was chasing after him.
This was the first time Miao Jin dreamed of Jiang Xingyun.
Most of the photos were taken by his parents, and some were taken by his friends. In their eyes, he is "Ayan".
In her dream, she dreamed of A Yan.
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