Chapter 22
◎Xiao Ji is indeed very stingy◎
Song Jinyu: "??"
"No, you..."
Xiao Ji interrupted him, "Then would you hold hands with him?"
Song Jinyu imagined the scene and shuddered. "Why would a grown man hold hands with someone? How disgusting!"
He always said that. In Xiao Ji's memory, Song Jinyu had expressed his aversion to intimate contact with the same sex more than once.
This time, however, he didn't back down. Instead, he pulled Song Jinyu out of his pocket and held the little figure up to eye level. "So, when I held your hand just now, were you disgusted?"
Song Jinyu was stunned, and stammered, "Disgusting...Why not...Ugh! Xiao Ji, aren't you annoying!"
Xiao Ji smiled, a very faint smile, not even a slight curve at the corners of his mouth, only a ripple in his eyes.
"It's really disgusting. Next time, don't let anyone else hold your hand except me."
Song Jinyu thought, there was no one else but Xiao Ji, who would dare to be so audacious as to hold his hand? After thinking it over, he felt something was wrong and jumped up.
"It's not what you mean, who wanted to hold your hand? If I held your hand, I'd have to wash it with disinfectant for three days to heal!"
Zhou Qingwen came in carrying a bag of fruit.
She closed the door tightly, glared at Song Jinyu, and said, "Little darling, could you please keep your voice down? I could hear you in the hallway."
Song Jinyu jumped off Xiao Ji in anger, standing on the soft blanket with his hands on his hips. "It's all Xiao Ji's fault! If he hadn't made me angry, would I have been talking so loudly?"
The two have always argued since they were young, but Zhou Qingwen never judges who is right or wrong; she lets the children handle their own affairs.
She took a fresh, crisp persimmon from the bag and handed it to Xiao Ji, saying, "Song Xingxing is so noisy, have a persimmon to cool down."
The persimmon was initially held in Xiao Ji's hand, and then Song Jinyu held it in her arms.
He sat on the platform in front of the car, his hands almost unable to wrap around the bright red persimmons, his face buried behind them, and he had to tilt his head to peek out with just one eye.
Xiao Ji gripped the steering wheel and smoothly made a turn.
Due to inertia, Song Jinyu swayed to the side, and the persimmon in her hand almost rolled away.
He patted the persimmon with lingering fear, "That was close..."
As the autumn night began to rain, the wind carried a chilly scent.
Xiao Ji went home to take a shower, while Song Jinyu bent over and tidied her small bed.
Someone has absolutely no idea about their own craftsmanship; their skills are terrible, yet they refuse to spend any money to buy anything and want to do everything themselves. As a result, Song Jinyu's bed is crooked and her blanket is sewn up like a dog chewed it. She also runs around with Xiao Ji every day with makeup that makes her look like a beggar.
If it weren't for the fact that making clothes is really difficult, Song Jinyu doubted that she wouldn't even have a single piece of clothing that she could wear out.
However, he recently noticed that Xiao Ji spends his free time watching tutorials on making clothes, and he estimates that it won't be long before he loses his freedom to dress as he pleases.
With a heavy expression, Song Jinyu placed the persimmon beside her pillow, then pulled back the covers to lie down.
He had just lifted one foot when he was lifted up.
Xiao Ji was warm, his body mingling with the minty scent of shower gel, enveloping Song Jinyu.
He looked up, and the man raised an eyebrow. "Song Xingxing, how about sleeping with me tonight?"
Song Xingxing thought, "Not very good." The deception was like Liu Sanqi's.
Xiao Ji then took out the little rabbit he had placed on his bedside table, "Become it."
Song Jinyu struggled in his hands, "I don't want to..."
Xiao Ji said, "I contacted a friend and found someone who specializes in making BJD dolls. He can make them by custom."
What does "tailor-made" mean?
It means he can have his own face.
Song Jinyu thought she had hidden her feelings well. "So what? I don't need it. I'll be back in my own body in a couple of days. I don't need anything tailor-made."
Xiao Ji wasn't in a hurry. She gently smoothed his messy hair. "That's true. You'll have to go back eventually. I just don't know how long it will take. It could be a day, a year, or even ten years. Anyway, you've bought so many dolls with all sorts of names. It's quite interesting to see them wearing other people's faces every day."
Song Jinyu: "..."
Xiao Ji finally got to hug the soft little rabbit, but between them was a bright red, smooth persimmon.
"..."
He remained silent for a long time, then said, "Song Jinyu, do you really have to sleep with this on?"
The soft little rabbit wrapped its paws and feet around the persimmon, saying, "I'm going to sleep with it. You're the third party standing between us."
The third party reached out to take the persimmon with a blank expression.
Song Jinyu let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Xiao Ji's eye twitched. "Shut up."
"No! No! I want to sleep with it. If you don't let me hold it, I won't sleep with you."
"..."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Jinyu hugged Cui Shi even tighter, chattering away, "As a third party, it's already very generous of me to let you sleep with me. Shizi didn't even hold it against you, how dare you hold it against Shizi?"
Xiao Ji wiped away the cinnabar dot on Song Jinyu's lips without expression.
"..."
Song Jinyu was speechless.
Seemingly not expecting Xiao Ji to do such a thing, he looked up in shock.
The man raised his hand and turned off the light; in the darkness, his voice was icy.
"Keep an eye on your original persimmon, it might only have a pit left tomorrow."
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Xiao Ji has always been very stingy, which Song Jinyu knows.
He refused his hot pot invitation simply because he ignored him for a few days.
The sunset that day was so magnificent, and the boy's back looked so resolute. Song Jinyu was heartbroken for a long time.
The next day was a rare weekend, and Song Jinyu, unusually, didn't go out to play. He felt heartbroken by Xiao Ji and stayed in bed, not wanting to go out.
Until Xiao Ji knocked on his door.
Song Jinyu stood by the door with messy hair, her nose and eyes looking neither like noses nor eyes.
"What are you doing? You're not welcome in my house. Get out."
Xiao Ji waved the ingredients in his hand. "Song Jinyu, want to have hot pot?"
It's amazing that Xiao Ji, who never lifts a finger in the kitchen, can cook. He lives with his two elderly parents; his grandmother is getting older, and he takes care of many things around the house.
Including cooking.
Song Jinyu was clearly still angry. As he walked, his slippers made a slapping sound, and the sunlight melted on the wooden floor, casting a long shadow of him.
Xiao Ji washed his hands and looked back. Song Jinyu was drinking water with her cheeks puffed out.
He asked, "Would you like some duck blood?"
Song Jinyu shouted, "I'm not eating anything. Who are you trying to fool with this pretense? Don't think that just because you're trying to please me, I'll forget what you've done."
Xiao Ji placed the bright green vegetables in the basin.
He stood in Song Jinyu's kitchen, skillfully found an apron, washed the vegetables one by one, and then began to cut the meat.
Song Jinyu, who was sitting on the sofa in anger, couldn't help but move to the kitchen.
He was only wearing a vest on his upper body, and his arms were thin and long with barely noticeable muscles.
Xiao Ji looked back.
The boy seemed to feel hot, so he lifted the hem of his shirt to fan himself. His slender waist flashed past in his eyes, and then he lifted it even higher. Sunlight fell on his tanned skin, and two points that were redder and lighter than tan caught his eye.
His skin, baked by the sun, had two spots of red that never tanned, like summer fruit hanging gently on a branch.
The heat made Xiao Ji's eyelids feel heavy.
A startled cry came from Song Jinyu, "Xiao Ji, the water's full!"
Xiao Ji raised his hand and turned off the water.
The vest lay obediently against Song Jinyu's body as he walked behind Xiao Ji. "What are you spacing out for? Are you trying to flood my house?"
Xiao Ji's petty nature is acting up again.
He said, "I don't want to flood your house, I want to release water to shut you up."
Song Jinyu: "??"
During the hot pot meal, Song Jinyu was extremely picky, complaining about this and that, even finding fault with the brand of the drink she bought, until Xiao Ji spoke up.
"I moved out right after the college entrance exam."
Song Jinyu was stunned.
It took him a long time to find his voice, "Move away? Move to where?"
"Go back to the Xiao family."
The meat in her mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore. Song Jinyu put down her chopsticks. "Didn't you say before that you would never go back to the Xiao family in this lifetime?"
Xiao Ji remained the same, indifferent, as if nothing could stir any emotion in him.
“What happened before is now, and I regret it. The Xiao family is so rich, they could have given me so much more. I can’t stay in this dilapidated neighborhood forever.”
Song Jinyu felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.
They said they would wait until after the college entrance exam, but in reality, the Xiao family came to pick them up not long after.
The luxury car, which I'd only ever seen in videos, was parked downstairs in the residential area. Xiao Zheng, dressed in a suit and tie, stood on the uneven cobblestone road. Rong Jiao was wrapped in a soft coat, and large sunglasses covered most of her small face.
Time has left no trace on her face; she will always be that sensational superstar.
Xiao Ji stood in front of them, dressed in white and black. The three of them blended together in terms of temperament and features, and Song Jinyu finally understood that such a small place could not accommodate someone like Xiao Ji.
That hotpot dinner felt like a farewell.
Xiao Ji gradually faded out of his life.
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When Song Jinyu woke up, it was still raining outside, the air was misty, and the tallow trees outside the window had all fallen after several storms.
He was nestled in the soft blanket; the doll was so small that a corner of the blanket could completely cover him.
Song Jinyu crawled out of bed and found a bright red persimmon on her pillow.
The limp little rabbit hugged the persimmon; it was cool and refreshing, with a hint of minty fragrance.
Not only the persimmons, but even his body carried this fragrance, having been soaked in the man's quilt all night.
Xiao Ji pushed open the door and carried the persimmon and the little rabbit out of the room.
After applying lipstick, Song Jinyu was finally able to speak. Her first words were: "Xiao Ji, aren't you childish?"
Xiao Ji raised his hand, as if to wipe it, but Song Jinyu ran away quickly with the persimmon in her arms.
Xiao Ji saw him take a few steps and then collapse onto the sofa, flattened by the persimmons. He didn't help him up, but instead slowly carried the bag to the kitchen.
It took Song Jinyu a lot of effort to get up. The persimmon was heavier than the little rabbit he had used for more than ten years. It was too much of a struggle for him to carry it. Just as he was considering whether he should change bodies, Xiao Ji came out.
He brought out a plate of crisp persimmons.
The plate made a crisp sound as it hit the marble countertop. Xiao Ji looked down and saw Song Jinyu staring at him.
He took out a tissue and wiped the water stains off the persimmon.
I don't know where Xiao Ji bought those persimmons, they were bigger and redder than the ones in Song Jinyu's arms. They smelled sweet as soon as you held them in your hand, and they were round and festive.
Xiao Ji cut the festive persimmon in half with a knife.
Song Jinyu: "..."
Xiao Ji is indeed very stingy.
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