Yingjiao stood motionless, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

It had been many years since his mother passed away, and this was the first time someone remembered to prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for him on his birthday.

"Yingjiao?" Jing Ci called him in confusion.

"You..." Ying Jiao clenched her fists tightly, trying her best to restrain the emotions surging in her heart. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse.

He closed his eyes and tried to make his voice sound more normal: "Why did you come to the teachers' cafeteria to buy noodles?"

Jing Ci handed him the chopsticks and smiled sheepishly: "The first cafeteria only has flat noodles and thick noodles, not dragon beard noodles. Longevity noodles require dragon beard noodles."

Although they are all noodles, and although they can be replaced, within the scope of what he can do, he wants to give Yingjiao the best.

Yingjiao took a deep breath, sat down opposite him, picked up a long and thin long-lasting noodles with chopsticks, and asked him softly: "Where did you get the teacher card?"

"I borrowed it from Teacher Zhao."

Yingjiao's throat choked up, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Just to let him eat a bowl of longevity noodles.

Jing Ci, who never wanted to trouble anyone, and who was always passive in social interactions, had to do a lot of mental construction before he could even ask for help.

Yingjiao didn't want to lose his composure in front of Jing Ci, so he took the opportunity to take a bowl of soup and cover his red eyes.

He has received many birthday gifts, expensive and rare, but on his eighteenth birthday, this simple bowl of longevity noodles is what he wants to treasure forever in his heart.

Yingjiao raised his eyes and took another bite of noodles.

Opposite him, Jing Ci was taking a spoonful of mixed rice and putting it into his mouth. His cheeks were slightly bulging, and he looked serious and good-looking while eating.

Such good scenery, such good scenery...

Yingjiao lowered his head and ate his exclusive longevity noodles carefully. How could he not like it?

In the cafeteria, teachers came to eat together one after another. When passing by, they would look at them curiously.

Yingjiao put down the noodle bowl that he had eaten cleanly without even a drop of soup left, and walked out of the cafeteria side by side with Jing Ci.

On the way back, Yingjiao changed his previous gangster attitude and became unusually silent.

Jing Ci never talked much, so the two of them walked back in silence.

Until we reached the clothes-drying yard—

Ying Jiao suddenly grabbed Jing Ci's wrist and pulled him inward without any explanation.

Jing Ci was confused: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Yingjiao suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him without saying a word.

Large tracts of clothes and sheets hanging to dry were fluttering in the wind, completely covering the figures of the two people.

Rapid and hot breathing and violent heartbeat intertwined.

His teeth hit his lips, and the tips of his noses accidentally bumped together.

No one cares.

Ying Jiao pulled Jing Ci into his arms and kissed him like crazy.

This person is his, he thought.

It will be his for one life, two lives, life after life.
Chapter completed!