His Canary

This farce didn't last long. Just when Dong Ci was at a loss as to what to do, Jingrong appeared from the other end of the corridor.

He didn't care about the two people who were intimate, and walked forward and dragged An Chengfeng's rear collar back a few steps.

Jing Rong's expression was faint, and I didn't know what he said to him. Then he saw An Chengfeng hurriedly looked in Dong Ci's direction and took Chen Wanwan's hand away from the other end.

"Don't you come out yet?" After seeing An Chengfeng leave, Jing Rong approached Dong Ci for a few steps. He leaned back against the wall and lifted his chin, his mouth slightly tickled. "Xiaoci, come out, don't let me find you in the past."

'Do you want to go out? ’

Dong Ci asked her stunned Yan Ningshuang with her mouth shape, and saw that she ignored her and could only walk out slowly.

"Have you seen it?"

When Dong Ci approached, Jing Rong grabbed her by the wrist. He took her and leaned back in his direction, reaching for her broken hair behind his ear.

Dong Ci licked his dry lips and glanced unconsciously towards the rear, with an unnatural answer.

Her small movements were clear, and he squinted slightly. If nothing happened, she flicked back with her eyes and then laughed.

"Let's go." There is no need to stay here at this time.

Jing Rong dragged Dong Ci out of the bar, but behind him came the rapid footsteps. Dong Ci looked back suspiciously and saw Yan Ningshuang.

"Jingrong!"

Yan Ningshuang's expression was indifferent, and she caught up with Jingrong's pace in a few steps, and walked to him in a cold question. "How long have you known about An Chengfeng and Chen Wanwan?"

"How long has it been?"

Seeing Yan Ningshuang, Jing Rong did not have any slight surprise on her face, as if she knew she would come to find herself. He sneered contemptuously and put his arm on Dong Ci's shoulder, asking a taunt. "How long have you felt?"

"I'm asking you!" Yan Ningshuang's mood was a little out of control. She scratched her hair violently, her fingertips shaking.

Dong Ci felt a little tighter around her arm, and when she looked up, she saw Jing Rong's cold face. Realizing that she was looking at herself, Jing Rong smiled at her, but Dong Ci was inexplicably uneasy.

"You looked down on Chen Wanwan from an early age, but Kean Chengfeng grew up looking for her to play with."

"Now you ask me when An Chengfeng likes her, how do you want me to answer you?"

Jing Rong's voice was clear, he looked coldly at Yan Ningshuang who was pale, with a cold smile on his lips. "An Chengfeng doesn't like you. He has never liked you. He grew up, and the people he likes are all Chen Wanwan."

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Jing Rong ..." Dong Ci stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Rong, trying to stop him from continuing.

She was uncomfortable listening to this as a bystander, not to mention Yan Ningshuang who had just experienced stimulation.

"I do not believe."

Yan Ningshuang's eyes widened. In order not to let tears fall, she stubbornly raised her chin. "If he didn't like me, why did he agree with this family matter?"

"Did he agree?"

Jing Rong tilted his head and blinked. "Ningshuang, please remember, did An Chengfeng like you a little bit from the beginning to the end?"

This should be Yan Ningshuang's childhood, and she heard the most heartbreaking words.

She closed her eyes slightly, thinking back to the various things she had with An Chengfeng before, but the tears still couldn't hold back, and collapsed.

"You are too proud, even if you see that An Chengfeng doesn't like you, he doesn't want to accept that he will like a Chen Wanwan who you have looked down on since childhood.

"But what about that? He doesn't like you, he doesn't like you, no matter what you do, he won't like you."

"No! Stop talking!"

Yan Ningshuang's straight back finally bent down. She squatted on the ground and cried loudly, no longer having the pride of the past. Dong Ci looked distressed and was just pressed back by Jing Rong when he wanted to walk over.

"Leave her alone."

Jing Rong poked her face and said with a smile. "The person who is so proud of her is the last thing to let others see her fragile side. You will only be pushed away by her now."

While Jing Rong pulled Dong Ci past her, Yan Ningshuang, who was still crying and crying, suddenly stopped crying. She glanced at Jing Rong first, then looked at Dong Ci fiercely, saying one word after another. "Jing Rong, one day, Dong Ci will cry even worse than me."

"By then, I think you will not be as indifferent as you are today!"

Dong Ci didn't understand the meaning of Yan Ningshuang's words, but felt that the scenery beside her surrounded her so much that it hurt her a lot.

The corner of the mouth that was originally hooked up slightly, and the dark eyes of the scenery looked down at the people on the ground, hesitating to smile at the blooming flowers in the dark night.

"Yan Ningshuang ..." Jing Rong called her name lightly.

"I advise you, you better not worry about my affairs. Otherwise, I can't make sure that I will do something bad."

"..."

After this, Yan Ningshuang did not come to class for a whole week. After returning, she adjusted her position and stopped sitting with An Chengfeng.

An Chengfeng's expression was faint, and he watched as she moved away with a stack of textbooks. His face was slightly tired, as if he was tired, and he finally lay on the table and closed his eyes.

"I will help you."

Dong Ci saw Yan Ningshuang slipping his hand holding the textbook, and quickly reached out to help her take some over and help her move things together.

'Snapped--'

A red leather book slipped and the pages scattered, Dong Ci bent over to help her pick it up, but he was stunned after reading the words above.

"Laughing." Yan Ningshuang picked up the book with a blank expression, and seemed to want to laugh, but the corner of her mouth was very stiff. She pulled Dong Ci's clothes and whispered. "Go to the rooftop with me."

"Good." Even the proud person has a weak side in his heart, and no one is exception.

Dong Ci doesn't like to talk too much, and has no other feelings. She doesn't have any interest in listening, but she always has a special affection for Yan Ningshuang. She can't even see her sad.

"I have made it clear to my family that the marriages of the older generation were not counted in the past, and I will not have any relationship with An Chengfeng in the future."

After the two reached the rooftop, Yan Ningshuang leaned on the railing and blew for a while. She took a cigarette and sucked it fiercely, the smoke spreading in the direction of Dong Ci, and she choked all the time.

"Cunning."

Yan Ningshuang gave her a contemptuous glance, her fingertips pointed towards the other with smoke. "Don't stand here, come here."

"Why are you still smoking?"

Dong Ci couldn't smell the smoke, he fanned at the tip of his nose, staring at her smoking.

"What's wrong with smoking? Why don't you bother with Jingrong smoking every day in your family?" Yan Ningshuang squinted a circle of smoke, her expression on her face relaxed a lot as the cigarette stick became shorter and shorter. .

Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Dong Ci didn't want to argue with her, but just said something quietly. "I only saw him smoke once."

Yan Ningshuang froze for a moment, looked at her inquiringly, and finally said ecstatically. "Then he really hurts you."

When the smoke was over, Yan Ningshuang threw the book she held in her hand on the ground. She stretched her feet and stepped on it, leaving a few black shoe marks.

"Jing Rong's words that day were really heart-wrenching, but I felt sober after the pain." After stepping on, she squatted down to pick up the book and opened it.

One page after another of her sketches and rows of dense fonts disappeared as she flipped. This book records all her emotions towards An Chengfeng.

Yan Ningshuang blinked, still holding a tear out of her eyes, she sniffed her nose, without hesitation, tore the notebook in half.

"I can afford to let go. Although my relationship is hard to break, I will do my best-I don't like An Chengfeng anymore."

‘Snap——’ The lighter jumped out a faint flame, and the flame expanded rapidly as it approached the book. Yan Ningshuang threw the book swallowed by the flame on the ground, pretending to clap her hands cleverly. "This is good, my black history has been ruined by me."

‘Yan Ningshuang likes An Chengfeng. ’

‘An Chengfeng is mine. ’

"An Chengfeng will love me"

‘An Chengfeng, he will like me, right? ’

Dong Ci's eyes were brightened by the orange fire. She remembered one of the sheets of paper she had just seen and felt sour and unbearable. Somehow, she reached out and hugged Baoyan Ningshuang and whispered. "It doesn't matter, everything will pass."

"you……"

Yan Ningshuang was frightened by her movements, her body stiffened, and Dong Ci was pushed away when she reached her hand. After touching her clothes, her fingers stopped moving.

"Dong Ci, you are a fool."

Yan Ningshuang was not forgiving, but buried her face on her shoulder with a sullen face. She rubbed gently and asked with a sigh. "Xiao Ci, do you know why I said that to Jing Rong that day?"

Dong Ci didn't remember what was happening for a moment, and asked confusedly. "What's that day?"

"That's what I said that you will cry more and more miserably than me one day." Yan Ningshuang pushed her away in disgust and nodded her head fiercely.

"You are so stupid, stupid and kind. People like you will be eaten by Jing Rong sooner or later, and there will be no chance of turning over!"

Dong Ci's eyes flicked and his head was dull.

Sooner or later? How did she remember that she had been eaten by him since she first knew Jingrong?

"I was so embarrassed that day. He dared to spur me with a knife." When I thought of it, I was angry. If I didn't know that I was not Jingrong's opponent, she really wanted to give him a few words.

She took a deep breath and saw Dong Ci staring at her inexplicably, laughing instantly. "Dong Ci, I tell you, even if someone like Jing Rong likes you, he will hurt you sooner or later because of his character."

"You will cry worse than me one day, and then I will see if he can be so breezy."

Although saying that, Yan Ningshuang's eyebrows haven't spread. She was afraid that Dong Ci didn't understand what she meant. He hesitated and added a sentence. "I advise you to leave him early, otherwise you will regret it sooner or later."

The sky seemed to be getting colder, and in a flash, a new winter was about to be ushered in.

Dong Ci was chilled by the rooftop wind and couldn't help tightening his clothes.

The time passed so fast that she blinked, as if she still remembered what she saw when she saw Jingrong early last year.

"..."

When winter comes completely, the shop of Ci Ma is basically finished. She removed the ‘old Dong ’s home cooking’ brand from the shop door and replaced it with a brand new one.

‘Dong Song Family’, Dong Ci looked at this new brand in a daze, and did n’t recover until he was photographed by Ci Mom.

"How about this name? Xiao Wang said that his previous name was too old, so he could only recruit some adults. Children as big as you are not willing to come to this place to eat."

"It's pretty good." The name was started by Ci Mom and Ci Da together, and now the shop has been decorated as they imagined, and the name has naturally been hung out.

that's nice.

Dong Ci looked at the shop that was about to be renovated soon, and looked at Ci Ma's smiling face, and his heart was much softer.

In any case, as long as the mother is happy.

The final finishing work of the shop was done by Dong Ci and Ci Mom together, perhaps because she sweated a little while working, so Dong Ci took off her coat and she caught a cold the next day.

The place where there is water on the ground is already frozen. Dong Ci regrets not going to wear a scarf today. She rode her bicycle into the cold wind and poured it into her neck. By the time the classroom was in, she was already frozen.

Jing Rong came to the school less and less frequently. At the beginning, he came every day, but now he is not even close. Dong Ci didn't care either. She remembered what Yan Ningshuang told her that day. The more he didn't come, the happier she was.

Perhaps his interest in himself will become weaker and weaker as time goes by.

"How do I look, are you not happy to see me?"

After Dong Ci entered the classroom and saw the scene sitting on the seat, the good mood of the day was almost gone. Her expression dimmed, and she slowly moved to her seat. Such a subtle change still made Jing Rong grasp it.

Jing Rong reached out and pulled her cheeks, but the result was cold when he touched it. He frowned and didn't speak. Dong Ci sneezed.

No matter how much she protects herself, Dong Ci has gotten used to a cold in winter. She rubbed her nose, pulled out a large roll of paper, and began to wipe her nose.

There was a window next to where she was sitting, and there was a door not far behind. Even if they were closed tightly, there was still a cold wind pouring in. Dong Ci hid his neck in his clothes, thinking of tomorrow. Wear a scarf.

Thinking in this way, a scarf with temperature was already wrapped around Dong Ci's neck. She looked up and looked at the scene where she was wearing a scarf, a little surprised.

"It is not allowed to take it off." Seeing Dong Ci wearing his scarf, Jing Rong's eyes crossed a dark light. He stretched out his hand and stroked the embroidery on the scarf, with a strange smile.

This is an off-white scarf with soft material and the unique breath of Jing Rong's body. With it in place, Dong Ci naturally warmed a lot.

The scarf is simple, with only one ornament at the end. Dong Ci stared at the scarf embroidered by Jing Rong and found that it was still the fancy pattern she had seen last time. She couldn't help but pick up the scarf and wanted to see what it was.