Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   "Oh." Qiao Qiaoqiao didn't think much, and put the phone back again, "But your brother, why do you care about you so much? Are you two okay?"

   "Well, it's okay."

  Yun Si slowly opened her eyes, looking ahead, quietly, with a light emotion, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

  Bai Ruan's face was calm, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he looked out of the window sideways, silent for a long time.

   There was one minute left before the check-in time. Qiao Qiaoqiao put away her handbag, covered her with a blanket, and stood next to her.

   "What are you thinking? Are you sleepy?"

   "Go to sleep, go to sleep, the plane will fly for three hours, I won't disturb you, let's sleep together."

  She woke up early in the morning and was also sleepy.

   "..." The man who was too sleepy to lift his head just now lifted the blanket and stood up, "I'm going to use the bathroom."

   "Huh? Oh, do you want me to accompany you?"

   "No, you go to bed first."

   Qiao Qiaoqiao straightened up, turned her head, and followed her with her eyes, only watching her walking towards the back of the aisle. When she met the flight attendant, the two talked briefly, and the flight attendant led her to go back.

   Qiao Qiaoqiao sat down again, covered herself with a small blanket, and closed her eyes.

   "Hmm... really sleepy."

sleep.

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  Five minutes later, Yun Si, who came back from the toilet, did not return to her seat immediately, but stood in the last row of the first-class cabin and stopped for a while.

  He raised his eyes and settled on the row behind where she was.

  The distance between the two rows of seats is more than two meters wide, and the interval is extremely spacious. The two seats are next to each other, one of which is empty, and the other... is seated.

   By the window, directly behind her.

  Looking through the gap between the seats, she fell on the person sitting quietly. Yun Si looked at his hands—hands with black pull rings, broad joints, well-defined veins, hands that were full of **** and restraint.

   Quietly, resting on one side, lightly tap your index finger, once, once, again, the range is extremely small, but rhythmic.

  It seems to be waiting for someone, and it seems to be in a leisurely mood, looking at the scenery outside the window—although there is no beautiful scenery outside the window at the moment.

  Yun Si watched on the spot, staring at his hand all the time.

  Standing still for a long time, her fingers trembled slightly, as if expressing her inner unrest at the moment.

  Heart skipped a beat.

  The stewardess at the side saw that she was not moving, so she came over to ask, but she shook her head, said nothing, and continued walking.

  When she was about to pass the row where he was, she pretended to be casual and took a look.

   Taking a hasty glance, she met a pair of gloomy and cold eyes—

  Cold, the first impression is that it is cold, chilly, frighteningly cold, and the spine is shivering inexplicably.

  He sat on the seat, with long hands and long legs, deep eyes and a high nose, a light blue-gray floating under the sunken eye sockets, a dark red light in the pupils, and a deep depression that could not be wiped away from the brows.

  Like a poisonous snake with its head coiled up and its body curled up, it was starving and staring at her with a careless but extremely hard-to-ignore gaze.

   Faintly, revealing a somewhat familiar feeling.

  Yun Si looked at him, and unconsciously paused.

   Qiao Qiaoqiao, who had been waiting for her to return to her seat, heard footsteps and turned around, "Si Si?"

   "..." Yun Si casually looked down at her, "Huh?"

   "What are you looking at? It's about to take off, come back and sit down."

  Her urging inexplicably had the illusion of saving her back, pulling her out of the cold cellar and back to reality.