MTL - Deliberately Contaminated-Chapter 6

Mingshuang held Jiang Huai's finger - her finger temperature was much higher than Jiang Huai's, Mingshuang was born like this, like a little sun full of heat, no matter what the inner bottom is, the outside is hot and warm.

The boy's fingers were cold, as if he had caught a small fish in the water. Mingshuang suddenly had such a wonderful feeling.

It's a pity that Xiaoyu didn't want to be caught. Before the two of them could feel the touch, Jiang Huai quickly pulled his fingers back - his complexion was originally pale, but now it seems to be even worse.

I only knew Mingshuang for a few days. It's been a long time, this is the first time he has this level of intimate contact with people, especially with a girl.

"Jiang Huai, did you feel uncomfortable just now?" Mingshuang said suddenly.

The young man was slightly taken aback.

"It's just a feeling." Mingshuang touched her fingers and said Yoyo.

Now I recall the first time I saw Jiang Huai, his reaction when she accidentally touched his finger.

Now that I think about it carefully, it's not like targeting her, it's more like an instinctive reaction.

She is not as heartless as she seems, in fact, many times, Mingshuang can easily see everyone's true thoughts. As Ming Licheng participated in various occasions when he was a child, Mingshuang saw a lot of things in the world. Many people wore masks and could stab you in the heart while smiling.

Jiang Huai is very transparent—perhaps at first, what she noticed at a glance was the clear and fragile feeling of fragility wrapped in indifference on his body.

Jiang Huai did not answer her question.

Mingshuang didn't ask any further, she picked up her school uniform, "Is this your school uniform?"

After a long while, the boy's cold voice came from the side ear, "This is the new spare school uniform."

Mingshuang said casually, "Why do you have spares for everything?"

A spare campus card, a spare school uniform, it seems that I will prepare two copies of everything. What kind of quirk is this.

Jiang Huai did not speak.

The first class in the afternoon was as dull as always. I lost my former friends in the world. Mingshuang couldn't sleep anymore. He played with his mobile phone under the table, and fell asleep again after a while.

Until Chen Xuan in the back row poked her back and reminded, "Shuangshuang, there is a physics test later."

Mingshuang woke up suddenly.

Is Tan Fu on the exam bar? She has only been here for a few days, and she has already taken two exams.

"Because I will be studying for the exam soon." Chen Xuan said, "It's been rare recently."

Fortunately, it was a physics test, so Mingshuang casually wrote it, occasionally looking sideways at Jiang Huai. When there were forty minutes before the end of the exam, he had finished writing and left the paper ahead of schedule.

The surrounding classmates are not surprised. Jiang Huai's outstanding performance made everyone convinced.

"Shuangshuang, your physics is okay." Chen Xuan chatted with her, although she couldn't compare with Jiang Huai, she saw that Mingshuang in the front row was also writing very fast, and the pen did not stop.

"In general, the question is okay this time." Mingshuang unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip.

"Ah, I think it's very difficult." Chen Xuan said enviously, "Are you particularly talented in physics?"

"Fortunately, my father used to be a Ph.D. in condensed matter physics." Mingshuang said, "My mother and he are classmates with a master's degree, so I don't think I have inherited it."

Chen Xuan, "..." She was a little shocked.

Transferred from an international school, beautiful, rich, frivolous, and full of scumbag buffs; I didn't expect that they were still from a scholarly family.

Mingshuang didn't lie, she was indeed a scumbag. She could only see her math and physics grades, but because she often miscalculated numbers and omitted steps, her grades weren't that high. English is okay because I lived abroad for a long time when I was a child, but other subjects are a mess.

Mingshuang came back after lunch. The weather in Tanzhou is famous for its bad weather. It is sultry and hot in summer, and the wind blows on the body.

Mingshuang strolled outside for a while, turned around and looked out the window, and saw a strange girl standing beside her seat, talking to Jiang Huai.

The two kept their distance, and the atmosphere was very distant and polite, but Mingshuang was still uncomfortable, and she was about to have an attack.

Jiang Huai and Li Miaoxuan were talking, and suddenly they both heard a knock on the glass.

Looking sideways, she saw Mingshuang's bright amber cat eyes, she was standing leisurely outside the window, bending her fingers, knocking on the glass one after another, Jiang Huai saw it, Li Miaoxuan also saw.

"This is?" Li Miaoxuan asked.

Seeing Mingshuang's confident face and her eyes wandering over them, she pursed her lips, cleared her expression, and asked Jiang Huai, "Jiang Huai, is this your girlfriend?"

"No." Jiang Huai said.

The girl is the monitor of the next class and came to him to ask about the meeting time tomorrow.

After he finished talking to her in a few words, Li Miaoxuan left with the notebook.

Mingshuang appeared in the class after a while. She didn't sit down, she folded her arms and looked at Jiang Huai.

"I just left for a while." Her tone seemed to be full of condemnation, "Brother, can't you stand alone and cheat so quickly?"

Jiang Huai knew that she liked to talk nonsense to herself... However, he was still pierced by those words, and the back of his ear became hot.

"No," he said stiffly.

"Nothing, no loneliness, no cheating." Mingshuang blinked.

It's a pity that Mingshuang didn't let him go. "Men are all liars. You told me a few days ago that you haven't received many love letters."

Jiang Huai, "…"

"Big liar," she muttered, not sitting down.

"I did not lie to you."

He'd never read it, so he didn't know what it was written, and it certainly wasn't a love letter. He didn't care about these things at all, but at the moment he simply didn't want her to feel... that he was lying.

Mingshuang, "Oh."

"Then I'll trust you for once." Mingshuang said, "But I felt uncomfortable just now. Next time you want to make up for me all at once, how can I make it up? Wait for me to think about it, don't default on your debt."

Some memories suddenly flooded into my mind uncontrollably.

That night, she touched his waist, and in the library a few days ago, she hooked his leg. I can imagine what her request would be.

He lowered his eyes, pursed his thin red lips tightly, didn't even look at her, spit out two words, "No."

"...No, why?" Mingshuang held her face and said naively, "Brother, can't you? Men can't say no."

Jiang Huai froze in his seat, his brain was buzzing, and his face was white and red.

He ignored her all afternoon, with a cold and beautiful face.

There is a small cafe in the corner of Tanfu school gate. Because it is next to Tan University, the school occasionally has college students from next door, and the campus facilities are also very complete. The wind chimes hanging at the entrance of the cafe are ringing in the wind.

The weather was getting gloomier, with leaden-grey rain clouds piling up on one side, a harbinger of impending downpour.

It was very late when Jiang Huai left the teaching building. He saw the familiar shadow under the camphor tree on the campus at a glance.

He wanted to look and left without looking, but when he passed by, his footsteps involuntarily slowed down a few steps.

Mingshuang was squatting in a corner under the tree, with her schoolbag aside, watching intently.

Jiang Huai walked by - sure enough, Mingshuang spotted him at a glance, raised her eyes and waved at him excitedly, "Jiang Huai, come and have a look, come and have a look."

What she was looking at turned out to be a nest of ants. The girl was fair and clean, but she didn't dislike being dirty at all. She squatted under the tree and looked at the nest of ants with great interest.

He wanted to leave, but Mingshuang grabbed the school uniform and put it back.

"Dragonflies are flying low and the ants have moved, which means it's about to rain heavily." Mingshuang licked her nose, "I seem to be able to smell the water vapor."

"This is what my mother told me when I was a child." When she said this, her eyes were rare and tender, "A story you told me before going to bed."

She is sometimes like a child, unpredictable.

Jiang Huai lowered her eyes.

"Didn't your mother tell you before?"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the damp water vapor rolled in. He shook his head, and his beautiful black eyes flashed a lot of complicated emotions in an instant, "...No."

"Then you are not so pitiful." Mingshuang said casually, her voice was sweet, and her coaxing words were even more so, "But don't worry, I will treat you well in the future, and read a story to you every night before going to bed. Put you to sleep, what do you want to hear? "The Princess and the Pea" or "The Daughter of the Sea"?"

Jiang Huai said nothing.

He heard his own heartbeat.

The feeling of being deprived and forcibly suppressed since he was a child seems to be forcibly pulled by something. This kind of feeling is unfamiliar, which makes him indescribable pain, but there is a different kind of emotion in the pain.

To this unfamiliar and belated wave. He was confused and subconsciously resisted.

To pick her up Lin Chongzhi came from across the campus, looking for her everywhere, "Xiao Shuang."

The phone rang in Mingshuang's pocket, she stood up and answered the phone, not knowing who was on the phone, her voice became deliberately sweet, "Brother, on the way home, go back right away."

Jiang Huai's fingers holding the umbrella froze for a moment.

He broke free from his inexplicable thoughts and walked towards the school gate.

…

The Ming family's villa was as warm as spring, and one could hardly feel any chill outside.

The master bedroom in Mingshuang's room is in the middle of the second floor. It is a full 100 square meters. Nearly half of it is a huge cloakroom. There are all kinds of clothes and accessories hanging there. Many of the clothes are not even worn by the brand. The specially customized seasonal new products that came to the door filled most of the cloakroom.

The owner of the room was lying on the sofa looking at his mobile phone, his waist-length curly beautiful long hair was casually scattered on his slender shoulders, he was wearing a short shirt and pumpkin trousers, and the girl's slender and lustrous legs were stretched out without image. on the edge of the sofa.

Xu Tianbai knocked on the door and came in, exaggeratedly covering his eyes as soon as he came in, "I don't know how to dress properly."

"Then you picked your eyes." Mingshuang didn't lift her head.

Ming Xiao will return to Tancheng in a few days. She was just too busy dealing with him, so she didn't care what to wear.

Ming Licheng returned to China today. There was a banquet at Ming's house, and many people came. Except for Mingshuang's few hairy boys, there were also many celebrities in Tancheng. Mingshuang casually got up from the sofa, ready to go to the cloakroom to choose a dress.

She didn't like this kind of occasion, and every time she had a smile on her face, she was very annoyed in her heart.

A few entertainers even came to the banquet. Less than 20 years old, in fact, they are about the same age as them, and they are good looking. They are also very enthusiastic about Mingshuang, perhaps a little too enthusiastic, to the point of deliberate flattery.

Mingshuang thought casually and unconsciously compared them with Jiang Huai.

Appearance and temperament are far worse than Jiang Huai.

Between the dinner parties, Mingshuang went back to her bedroom to simply touch up her makeup. She sat down on the sink, without raising her skirt visibly, looked at her phone, and sent Jiang Huai a message.

She got his number before, but Jiang Huai never responded to her text messages, so she just searched WeChat with the number, and she found an account with a default profile picture, which looked very much like Jiang Huai, so she applied to be added as a friend.

Jiang Huai approved her friend application yesterday, but she has not sent any news.

"Ignore me, what are you doing through my friend application." Mingshuang sent another message.

Mingshuang's WeChat avatar is a grinning green dinosaur named "Sixteen Yuan"

Jiang Huai's WeChat name is his real name, which is as simple as a human being. There is nothing in the circle of friends. The initial gray avatar and the background are also the default background of pure gray.

For him, it should be a simple means of communication, not worth any effort to modify.

Jiang Huai was not at school.

A lead-grey residential building, the floor was a bit old and washed by the rain.

The teenager was in the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the water was rushing out. He carefully washed himself from beginning to end, especially his fingers.

He looked at his hands, a pair of clearly articulated, white hands, and could not see any dirt.

However, I couldn't help it, I felt dirty. This body is dirty, starting with the blood gushing in the veins.

The young man's expression was cold and tired. Suddenly, he slammed his fingers against the wall, and blood stains slowly poured out. He was pale, and put it in place with a Band-Aid.

That little residual temperature has long since disappeared and can no longer be touched.

It was a thunderstorm in summer outside, and it was crackling on the window. Jiang Huai changed a piece of clothes. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier.

There is a locust tree at the door, which has been there for many years.

The locust tree is the ghost in the wood. In folklore, it has always had an ominous meaning and is very yin. It is said that the locust tree can bloom when it is an adult, and the locust blossoms are white, very beautiful and clean. I don't know if this tree has rotted from its roots. It has been like this for more than ten years, and there is no sign of flowering.

Jiang, Huai.

His name, taken apart, every part, is what he himself detests.

The phone on the table was still vibrating, he opened it, it was sent by Mingshuang, it was a photo.

The girl was wearing an evening dress, revealing a pair of slender and slender arms, her long hair was twisted up, and a few strands of curly hair fell playfully around her face. Behind it is a copper-gold washbasin, and a mirror that occupies the wall. You can see a small piece of the back exposed behind the open-back dress, with a pair of slender butterfly bones prostrate.

Like a spotless, dignified little princess, standing in front of her magnificent palace.

"I want to show it to you." She whispered, "Do I look good?"

In the voice, the girl's voice appeared sweet and hazy across the rain.

The author says:

Do you want your brother to sleep at night? ()

*1. The part of the information on the locust tree is quoted from Baidu.

2. Dragonflies fly low, ants move, and it rains heavily. This is a folk proverb.

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