butterfly light sleep deep blue sea

Chapter 20
Only after walking out of the shed did I realize that the snow outside was bigger than expected. Wen Xinai was standing at the three-fork intersection but couldn't see Song Zihe's shadow. He clearly saw him just now. No matter how fast he walked, it was impossible for him to disappear.

Is it wrong?Just like on TV, when you think about a person, you have illusions?

Wen Xinai squatted down in disappointment and wrote with her fingers on the layer of snow that had already accumulated. When she wrote Song Zihe's "Zi", she heard the sound of water being poured into a bucket in the alley next to her. She stood up and listened. After a while, I rushed to the entrance of the alley and looked into the alley, and saw Song Zihe was putting a plastic bucket under the faucet to drain water, filled one bucket, and replaced it with another empty bucket, and the water faucet pipe was covered. A thick layer of cotton cloth has been covered, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the windward side.

She walked slowly into the alley and stood beside Song Zihe silently.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Song Zihe only saw the snow-white snow boots on her feet, and the restlessness that had not dissipated became a little bit heavier at this time, and the sound of water hitting the bottom of the bucket made him even more annoyed, and he lowered his head and said: "What are you sorry for me?"

Wen Xinai watched the water fill up, and said softly: "Today is the day you come to make up lessons, and I didn't go."

It's the second time, no, it should be the third time.

"It's because my friend's grandmother is sick, and I accompany him to the hospital to visit, and I don't have your mobile phone, so."

"You don't need to say sorry about this matter. You are the employer and you have the right to do this. Besides, I was just running for nothing." Song Zihe interrupted her, turned off the faucet, took out the small lock and closed the water faucet. The iron box was locked again, and he lifted two buckets and walked past Wen Xin'ai.

He was completely indifferent, and Wen Xinai was at a loss for what to do. Seeing him walking out of the alley with a bucket in his hand, he thought to himself, next time no matter what, he must go home on time to make up lessons, otherwise he would be really angry.

She raised her foot to follow up, but she didn't notice that because people often come here to release water, the water flowing on the ground naturally freezes, so the ground is actually an ice surface, which is quite slippery. When she raised her foot, one of them didn't stand. Steady, he fell to the ground, twisted his other foot, and sat down on the ground.

It hurts. Although the clothes are thick, but because of the cold in winter, a slight bump hurts a bit more than usual. This time she fell a little dazed, and sat there stupidly. It took a while to think of getting up on the ground. Someone else would have gone to call Song Zihe who hadn't gone far, but she thought that he would find her annoying again, so she gritted her teeth and tried to stand up, only to realize that she had sprained her ankle.

She lifted her twisted foot, breathed in, stepped on the ground with one foot and dared not move, for fear of slipping and falling, she could only support the wall before slowly moving out of the alley.

"What's the matter with you?" Someone came back and frowned when he saw Wen Xin'ai who was lying on the wall and moving slowly, but he consciously approached her.

"I fell down, it seems to be sprained," Wen Xin'ai said in a low voice, and immediately added, "But it's okay, it will be fine soon."

Song Zihe sighed. When he came back, he suddenly realized that it was slippery there, and came to remind her. Unexpectedly, he had already fallen. He stretched out his hand, supported her, and moved her center of gravity from the wall to him, almost halfway. He hugged her before helping her out of the alley.

He was surprisingly warm, Wen Xinai leaned in his arms, her face turned red, she grabbed his coat tightly, drowned in his breath, felt dizzy all over, as if she was drunk that day.

If she had known this would happen earlier, it would be fine if her leg was broken, she thought with a smirk.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Zihe felt the slight vibration of his body, and he lowered his head just in time to see Wen Xinai's smirk.

"Huh?" Is she laughing?Why didn't I feel it?She stretched out her hand to touch her face, she was really smiling, "Because, be happy."

"What's there to be happy about?" Song Zihe began to feel that she was weird again, should he be happy if she twisted her foot?
Wen Xin'ai just smiled, then hugged Song Zihe's waist with the hand touching her face, and said softly: "Very happy, I am very happy."

Song Zihe stopped walking abruptly, looked down at Wen Xinai hugged her hand, tightly entwined, and because he wanted to support her, he almost hugged her, so the two were actually embracing each other standing in the snow.

His heart jumped again when he realized this, like a fuse that gave him a strange feeling in his whole life, but at the same time he thought of that boy, of them eating wine and fermented rice together sweetly, and thought of caressing Wen Xin's lovely face hands, thinking of taking a group photo, all of that was like cold water extinguishing the strange feeling in his heart, which made him angry again for no reason.

"You stand up, let go of your hands." He said suddenly, his voice was cold.

Wen Xinai was startled, and slowly let go of her hand.

"I don't like this, you don't have to hug me to walk, do you?" He looked at her, seeing the blush on Wen Xin'ai's face slowly disappearing, and said with some annoyance, "Hurry up, or else you will lose your head." It's all covered with snow."

My mother was startled when she saw Song Zihe coming back with Wen Xin'ai on her back. She stretched out her hand to take Wen Xin'ai over, helped her to sit on the stool, and recognized the girl just now. She was stunned and said, "You are here, you Your boyfriend was looking for you everywhere just now." But he was wondering why his son was supporting this girl.

The word "boyfriend" made Song Zihe's face turn cold. He took a dry towel from the side, scooped up some hot water silently, and put the dry towel in it.

"He's not my boyfriend." Wen Xinai argued in a low voice.

Song's mother didn't quite believe it. She turned her head and saw her son coming over with a steaming towel, and said lovingly to Wen Xin, "Take off the shoe of the twisted foot."

Wen Xinai obeyed obediently.

"And socks."

Wen Xinai did the same, showing her small and lovely feet. Song Zihe took a look, squatted down, put a hot towel on her ankles, and grabbed her feet at the same time.

Wen Xinai was startled, subconsciously drew back her feet, her face was already red to the ears: "I, I didn't wash my feet, they are dirty."

Song Zi and Li ignored her, he only felt that he could hold all the feet in his hands, soft and creamy, but because of the cold weather, they were abnormally cold.

"I can come by myself, you let go." Wen Xinai still wanted to shrink back.

"Don't move." Song Zihe seemed impatient, and gave Wen Xin'ai a cold look.

Wen Xin'ai stopped immediately, and looked at the foot held in Song Zihe's hands in horror. Song Zihe slightly turned Wen Xin'ai's ankle to the sprained place. Wen Xin'ai pouted all over, but he took advantage of this When I twisted hard on the painful place and then pushed it in, Wen Xinjia let out a soft cry of "ah", but Song Zihe had already let go of her foot.

"Try it, move a few times, does it still hurt?"

Wen Xin'ai hadn't recovered from the pain just now, and didn't dare to move. After a while, she barely moved her ankle, but it didn't hurt so much. She looked at her foot in surprise, and moved a few more times before saying : "It doesn't hurt that much, how did you do it?"

It was the first time for Mother Song to see her son treat a girl like this. She always felt that her son's temperament seemed too cold, unlike herself and the child's father, but the child's father said that boys are late to enlightenment, and they should be older. It will be fine, so that you can concentrate on studying.

She was used to her son's cold temper, but at this moment she couldn't calm down, she held her son and said, "Zihe, who is this child?"

Song Zihe wrung out the towel and covered Wen Xin'ai's ankles, lowered his head and said, "Wen Xin'ai."

"Wen Xin'ai?" Song's mother only thought the name was familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, and wanted to ask Wen Xin'ai again, but suddenly remembered, and said in surprise, "The daughter of the Wen family?"

Wen Xin'ai was also completely confused. Could the proprietress be Song Zihe's mother, but she was not sure, so she asked Song Zihe in a low voice, "Is that your mother?"

Song Zihe said "Mm", stood up and said, "Go back and apply some heat, put on socks and shoes."

Wen Xinai hurriedly put it on, turned around and called Song's mother embarrassedly, "Hello, Auntie."

As soon as she heard that it was the director's daughter, Song's mother immediately smiled: "You are so good. If you said you were the daughter of the Wen family, Auntie would not charge you. If you want to eat something, Auntie will help you." Then he picked up a plate of steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the stove.

"She won't eat, Mom," Song Zihe answered for her, "I'll take her home."

Mother Song took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she was going to bring to Wen Xin'ai, she was stunned, and immediately put it down again: "Yes, it's getting late, or the family is in a hurry, then I'll pack it for you, and you can take it home to eat." Just go and pack.

Song Zihe didn't like his mother's appearance very much, his face was full of flattery, and he was completely different from his usual peace and calmness, but he had no choice but to help Wen Xinai with one hand and said, "Let's go."

Mother Song handed two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to Wen Xinai. Wen Xinai was embarrassed to take them and gave her the money from her wallet. A husband also said that Wen Xin'ai didn't know what to do. Song Zihe watched coldly, and finally couldn't help it, and rang the bell. Song's mother came back to her senses and let them go.

The snow was still heavy, and it was slowly accumulating on the road. The car was very difficult to ride. Song Zihe took Wen Xin'ai to the main road and stopped.

"Bicycles are not safe, so you can go back by taxi." The two stood at the door of a convenience store, looking at the sky full of snow, Song Zi reconciled.

Wen Xinai let out an "oh", and began to hope that the taxi with vacant seats would show up soon.

I don't know if it's because of the hot towel. The sprained foot is almost hot at this time, as if wrapped in Song Zihe's palm. Thinking of this, Wen Xin's face turned red again, and she lowered her head to look at her injured foot. It turned out to be an indescribably sweet feeling, just like biting open a favorite puff, the feeling of delicious cream rushing into the mouth, really even the toes feel happy.

"I had something to say when I went to your house today." Just as he was intoxicated, Song Zihe next to him suddenly said.

Wen Xinai was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Song Zihe looked at the heavy snow outside, and said: "We will start dividing into classes in the second half of the semester, and the homework will be very busy, so I don't have time to make up for you. You go back and talk to your father. I'm sorry, let him Help you find a better tutor."

Wen Xinai opened her mouth and stood there in a daze. The sweetness that had filled her whole body just now faded away. She wondered if it was because she was too annoying?Is it because of that post?Although Song Zihe's reasons were sound and credible, but for some reason, her first reaction was that he finally felt that she was too annoying, so he found a reason not to see her again.

"I'll give you my cell phone number. If you have any questions in the future, you can call my cell phone." Song Zihe said again.

What else can Wen Xinai say?Silently took out the mobile phone, and heard him report a series of numbers. She asked for this series of numbers, but he didn't give it to him. Now she gave it to him because she didn't want to meet again. Is it because her existence brought him too much trouble? How troublesome, she really wanted to ask, but she was afraid that the answer would be: yes, that's it.

She clenched the phone tightly, and suddenly felt that the originally beautiful and romantic snow scene in front of her eyes had become cold and endless, and the feeling of being hated was getting stronger and stronger, making her almost want to rush into the snow to escape here. The car was shown as "empty", and she rushed into the snow in a hurry, reaching out to hail the car. When the car stopped, she didn't even have the courage to turn around to say goodbye to Song Zihe, and staggered into the car.

Song Zihe left as if seeing her fleeing, a little confused, so why is it like running away?Lowering her head, the two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes were still in her hands, and she even forgot to take them away.

It turned out that she couldn't wait to escape from him.

(End of this chapter)