swimming fish

"Hiss—" Song Yu gasped.

"Do you know it hurts?" Ji Anhe heard Song Yu's soft hiss when he just walked into the consultation room with the payment slip in his hand, and he teased with a smile.

Song Yu glanced at the person standing not far away who was watching the nurse treating the wound on his forehead. He bit his lip and endured the pain for a while before he suggested, "Why don't you... go out and stand for a while?"

Ji Anhe looked at Song Yu suspiciously.

Song Yu withdrew his gaze, frowned, and reiterated with a bit of grievance: "It didn't hurt at first."

Ji Anhe looked down at the bill in his hand, shook his head with a helpless smile, he didn't want to expose Song Yu's strong words, he just said hello, then turned and walked out. .

He didn't go far, but stood by the window facing the outside of the house, with his back to the door of the consulting room.The nurse who was treating the wound at the side relaxed her movements a little. When Ji Anhe went out, she asked in a low voice, "That looks like your brother? (Is that your brother?)"

"No." Song Yu replied in Mandarin, "It's someone I like."

Apparently this was not the first time the nurse had encountered this kind of thing, and she boasted generously: "You are so good-looking, just as good-looking as you. You are quite worthy."

"I don't deserve it." Song Yununu pursed her lips, looked at the back of the person outside the door, and explained self-deprecatingly, "I'm going to look bad, it hurts on my forehead."

The person outside the door stood facing the window for a while, watching the clouds on the plateau rushing across the sky. For a moment, he felt that these clouds were the most unsuitable scenery for Dali.

Everything is keeping him except this cloud, which comes and goes.

He took out half a pack of cigarettes from his body. He lowered his head and dusted one on his hand. He held it between his fingers and never lit it.

Song Yu waited for the nurse to finish the tetanus shot before coming out with a cotton swab.

When Ji Anhe heard the approaching footsteps disappear, he turned around and asked, "It's over?"

"Are you smoking?" Song Yu looked down at Ji Anhe with a cigarette in his hand, and asked casually, "Are there any more?"

"You just... disinfect?" Ji Anhe stared at the shallow blood scab on Song Yu's forehead when Song Yu looked down.

"Well, I said it's okay. I still want to go back to take a shower later, so let her not wrap it up." Song Yu stretched out his hand to ask for the cigarette in Ji Anhe's hand, while explaining, "When the main thing is to hit that person. covered in mud."

Ji Anhe withdrew his hands back, threw away the cigarette, glanced at the blood on Song Yu's sleeve, frowned, said "nonsense", and glanced at Song Yu again.

Song Yu was stunned by his sudden action, which he didn't know if he was losing his temper. He quickly put on a smile and said cautiously: "Mr. Ji, really, it's not serious."

Probably because of this title, someone was awakened.Ji Anhe suddenly realized that he was too concerned just now and crossed the line.

His breath changed, and he responded coldly: "Well, let's go."

Y, X, Z, L. "Why don't you have a drink or two later?" Song Yu hurriedly followed Ji Anhe's footsteps, flattering him, "Is it okay to drink fish kisses?"

Ji Anhe's footsteps stopped for a moment, he turned his head to look at Song Yu, who smiled mischievously.

"You have a wound on your forehead." Ji Anhe said concisely.

"Oh." Song Yu's smile stiffened, but his heart was still as if he had eaten honey.

Ji Anhe sat in the driver's cab and watched Song Yu move over and get into the co-pilot, his brows were still drooping, showing little interest.

Ji Anhe put his hand on the handbrake and did not start the car for a long time.Song Yu didn't notice it at first, until he pulled the seat belt and lowered his head to fasten it for himself.

He asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

"Let me see." Ji Anhe turned towards him, lifted Song Yu's hair covered with scabs, and carefully examined it.

Song Yu was a little at a loss with the hand holding the seat belt, and he didn't even know how to place the beating heart in his chest.

As long as he raised his eyes slightly, he could see the tip of Ji Anhe's nose and thin lips. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move his throat.

"Mr. Ji, if you do this again, I will mistakenly think that you have other meanings for me."

Ji Anhe's hand felt like it was scalded when his words fell.He quickly withdrew his hand, cleared his throat guiltily, pulled off the handbrake, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car out in one go, before saying, "Go back and drink tea."

"Ok?"

Did Ji Anhe compromise?Song Yu thought.

"Just go to the roof garden to drink, okay?" Ji An and Wen Sheng asked the master for advice.

"Mr. Ji likes it there?"

Song Yu sat up and stared at Ji Anhe's face closely, trying to find out what Ji Anhe's little thoughts were, but that person didn't seem to be looking at him on weekdays, except for the redness on his cheeks that didn't know if he wasn't used to the plateau. What difference does it make.

"Yeah." Ji Anhe glanced at Song Yu hastily, but said his words very solemnly, "I like it."

This was the first time Song Yu heard Ji Anhe say he liked him. Although he wasn't the one, his eyes lit up uncontrollably. Those eyes were more dazzling than the cherry blossoms blooming on the road outside the car window.

It's a pity that Ji Anhe didn't see it.

"Okay." Song Yu replied.

The breeze enters the court, and the birds sing and the cicadas sing.

When Ji Anhe parked Song Yu's car in the garage, the monkey sat up from the swing in the courtyard.He broke the flower cake in his hand in half, looked at the two people who got out of the car, covered his mouth, and said vaguely: "Boss, I put the tea set or something on it. Sister Yu asked me to prepare a separate basin for you to wash." I also put the water from the head in the garden.”

"Yeah." The smile on Song Yu's face faded when he got out of the car. He nodded to the monkey, took the car keys from Ji Anhe, and asked casually, "Is Liang Hao at Sister's place?"

"Probably. She said she would be back later." The monkey swallowed half of the shortbread in his mouth, "I'll ask her when she will be back later."

"Well. If it's late, let her come back tomorrow. Girls are not safe at night." Song Yu followed Ji Anhe upstairs after finishing her instructions.

After Song Yu went upstairs, he temporarily parted ways with Ji Anhe in front of his room door. After Ji Anhe heard him say that he had to take a bath first, he just told him "don't touch the wound with water", and he just told him to take a shower. First went to the roof garden.

When Song Yu finished taking a shower and opened the door to go upstairs, he heard a soft sigh behind the flower stand.

"Why are you sighing in broad daylight?" Song Yu walked around the flower stand and saw that sitting under his awning, taking a book and flipping it on the title page, but it was true that his whole body was shaking because of his voice. Scared.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Yu walked over and said, "You don't even turn the pages of the book?"

Ji Anhe looked at the person walking by the flower stand. He was wearing a very casual suit, made of cotton and linen fabric, in clear gray, which kind of complemented this ancient city.His clothes, along with his half-length hair, were flapping by the wind on the balcony.

"I was thinking about your basin of water, it should be cold."

"Probably not. I'll go and have a look." Song Yu moved the small bamboo stools lined up by the door to the open space with basins on the other side. He stretched out his hand to touch the still warm water, looked up and replied, "It's okay. It would be even better if Mr. Ji would help me."

When he looked up, he realized Ji Anhe was standing behind him.

"The wound on your forehead should not get wet." This was the first time Ji Anhe mentioned this sentence.

Song Yu looked at him and smiled with satisfaction. It was probably an excuse for Ji Anhe. He nodded knowingly and handed out the small wooden cup in his hand without hesitation.

Ji Anhe paused, watching Song Yu consciously squatting on the low stool, he squatted down, took the small wooden cup and put it into the basin to scoop water.

Song Yu obediently tilted his head to the side of the basin.

Ji Anhe looked at the person whose head was turned away from him, and confirmed strangely: "You just scoop this small cup, and pour it on?"

"Ah."

Song Yu responded, and looked sideways at the person who stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his forehead, and gently scooped up water to wash his hair.

With the blue sky as the backdrop and the sound of the water as the companion, there was really only one person left in his eyes. That person frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his mouth was pursed, and he carefully and a little tiptoe wet Song with water Yu's hair, as if treating his inexplicable treasure.

Song Yu frowned involuntarily.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Anhe asked casually, "Why are you laughing?"

"Look at the sky." Song Yu said two words mysteriously, and added, "Mr. Ji, do you think the weather is very good today?"

Not a question, but a certainty.

In fact, today, it has nothing to do with the weather, only about you.Song Yu thought secretly.

"Yeah." Ji Anhe put his hand on Song Yu's forehead and reminded him, "Close your eyes, the water will splash in later."

"okay."