swimming fish

The luxuriant vines extend outward along the flower stand, swaying in the wind.

Song Yu had been blocked by this vine when he went to the garden on the roof these two days. Before he went up to look for someone today, he remembered this and simply took the scissors from the wooden table in the courtyard and repaired it.

Ji Anhe glanced at the text message on his mobile phone, looked up and saw Liang Hao put the bowl of tea that he had cooked on the place reserved for Song Yu, and asked the person standing in front of the flower stand: "Your wound alright?"

Song Yu turned her head, the blood scab on her forehead was still hanging there safely: "Nothing."

Ji Anhe raised his hand to stop Liang Hao from adding tea, took the cup reserved for Song Yu in front of him, and met Song Yu's gaze.As if nothing had happened, he said: "Boss Song, it's better to drink plain water. Tea is antidote."

"That makes sense, boss." Liang Hao nodded accordingly.

Seeing this, Song Yu's movement of cutting the flowers was two beats slower, and he only had a bitter face: "Good Liang, I've been drinking white water for a few days."

"Then if you don't drink water, Sister Yu brought some dried fruit before, can I soak it for you?"

Song Yu glanced at Ji Anhe, then at Liang Hao, turned around and cut off the excess vines with a pair of scissors, and then sent Liang Hao to find the dried fruit his sister gave him.

Song Yu stood by the flower stand, watched Liang Hao go downstairs, and when her footsteps faded away, he put down the scissors, sat down next to Ji Anhe, put the freshly cut flower branches into a vase, and asked: " philanthropist."

"Ok?"

"When did you buy Liang Hao? Why is she with you today?"

"Huh?" Ji Anhe put down the tea bowl unhurriedly, "Isn't she doing it for you?"

"What about you?" Song Yu turned to look at him.

"I... what?" Ji Anhe asked in confusion.

"Why did you come that day?"

Ji Anhe's hand holding the teacup was tight, his eyes flickered, and he said perfunctorily, "There's no reason."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to do charity."

Ji Anhe let go of the tea bowl, pursed his mouth into a line, and said seriously: "Is there any reason why you are friends with me?"

Song Yu didn't answer Ji Anhe's yes or no, but when adding tea to his tea bowl, he muttered in a low voice: "I don't just want to be friends."

These words fell on Ji Anhe's ears, and Ji Anhe looked up at Song Yu.Song Yu followed and looked over.When the four eyes met, the things in Ji Anhe's eyes spread out in Song Yu's heart like vines he just cut today, luring him closer bit by bit.

Song Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his nervousness when he approached, but Ji Anhe pulled away abruptly.

He stepped back a little, opened the distance between himself and Song Yu, and said calmly and soberly: "Song Yu."

"Ok?"

"I don't belong here," he reminded.

Song Yu looked at this distance, but the emotion in his eyes was stubborn.The silence brought about by Ji Anhe's over-reasoning also made Song Yu slow down for a while before opening his mouth to break.

"Ji Anhe."

"Ok?"

"Tell me, how many people who talk about feelings here belong here?"

Ji Anhe looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't help but tighten the hand he was holding back. The last bit of persistence in his heart seemed to be shaken by this sentence.

Song Yu didn't go any further, or it could be said that he was not in a hurry all the time, hinting little by little, approaching little by little, like boiling a frog in warm water, until Ji Anhe almost left his heart in the green hills and green water flower trellis.

"Mr. Ji, is there a time when you can't help yourself?"

After Song Yu finished asking, Ji Anhe's silence continued.Song Yu suddenly curled his mouth, as if he didn't get anything, but also seemed to have got the answer he wanted. He lowered his head and poured a bowl of white water into his tea bowl, took another sip, and asked himself the answer.

"I have."

When these two words fell, all Ji Anhe could hear was his own heartbeat, beating like a drum.Song Yu held the tea bowl, looked at the ripples caused by the movement in the tea bowl, and said, "Just now, now..."

Ji Anhe watched Song Yu look up, and watched Song Yu get closer.Song Yu tilted his head, his lips wet with white water lightly pressed against Ji Anhe's soft lips, simply approaching, simply probing, and not simply adding: "Now, too."

Ji Anhe was still standing there, listening to the words wrapped in the wind, feeling the heat in his heart that even the breeze could not shake off.

For the first time, he felt that the wind blowing from Xiaguan was so fatal.

The sound of footsteps gradually came, Song Yu didn't continue to entangle, he sat back to his seat, took the empty tea bowl in his hand, and whispered: "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Anhe came to his senses, but he didn't answer Song Yu's words. His hands were trembling behind his back, and the throbbing in his heart didn't calm down for a long time.

In the past 30 years, he has not experienced any special heartbeat, let alone any time when he couldn't help it. He must say that he has, that is, that night under the moonlight, when the person with the flower behind his ear.So he was silent.

But he didn't expect that for a moment just now, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but want to catch up when his lips parted, but the footsteps going up the stairs became louder and louder. on that string.

For a moment, both emotion and reason pulled him, making him unable to refuse, but also unable to give Song Yu the answer he wanted.

As the wind blows over the flower stand, the two people under the windshield moved their eyes to the flower stand in tacit agreement at the same time.There are so many rippling or magnificent emotions that are buried in the silence left behind by the breeze.

"Boss, do you want apricots, persimmons, or something? Longan seems to be..." Liang Hao came up with a big box, opened the box layer by layer, and spread it on the table.

After Song Yu struggled, he clicked his tongue: "I'd better drink plain water."

Liang Hao's expression changed instantly: "Boss, what do you mean!" After she finished speaking, she was about to pat the table, probably because of Ji Anhe's presence, she held back her temper and glanced at Ji Anhe.

Seeing Ji An and his ears reddened, his eyes flickering, he couldn't help being curious again: "Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing. That... I still have unfinished mail, you guys have a drink." After speaking, Ji Anhe stood up and walked back to his room.

"Mr. Ji, do you have time tomorrow?" Song Yu stood up, followed up like no one else, and stopped the person who seemed to be running away in the corridor on the third floor.

Song Yu asked this question aggressively, in order to test Ji Anhe's attitude.If Ji Anhe didn't want to, he might firmly say that he didn't have time, but during this vacation, where would he have no time, he just didn't want to, or didn't want to.

But if Ji Anhe was shaken for a moment, he would look back at the person holding the door and ask, "Boss Song, what's the matter?"

Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes instantly turned into crescent moons: "Tomorrow is the weekend, it's time to go fishing."

"En." Ji Anhe nodded, and said nothing else.

Song Yu added: "I promised to teach you fish kiss before."

Ji Anhe turned around and clenched his hand on the doorbolt, and he responded calmly, "Understood."

"Then...see you tomorrow." Song Yu waved to the person behind the door.