Dear girl

After driving smoothly all the way to the destination, Song Xinci brought Xia Yao to his studio.

She thought that sister Yao had been away for two months, and the furniture in the house must have accumulated dust.Lao Song often travels on business, and now he doesn't know whether his world is day or night.As for herself, besides making music, she is just a coffee shop in an empty nightclub. She usually drinks at some bar at this time.So the father and daughter made an agreement with Aunt Chen and Uncle Li that if they didn't say hello in advance, they would put the latch on if they didn't return at 10:30.They must have fallen asleep at this point, Song Xinci was embarrassed to wake them up.Fortunately, there is a separate room for her to rest in her studio. This is the foresight.

Song Xinci stopped the car, turned off the engine, and silently pressed her biceps, which seemed to be a little soft... She thought it would be fine for her to lift Xia Yao, but she had to carry Xia Yao into her arms without waking her up. In the house, this is a bit difficult...

The wind from the river blows over, a row of sycamore trees shake their leaves.

At three o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.

Song Xinci's studio is a small single-family house located by the river.A row of sycamores were planted outside the high iron fence, and there was an asphalt road outside the sycamore trees. The road passed a ten-meter-long grassland, and a gravel road was paved along the river.It is very pleasant to take a walk in the evening with the wind blowing.

The space in the car is limited, and I can't stretch my hands and feet, and I can't relax completely. Naturally, I can't sleep well.

Xia Yao moved her neck in a daze, it was sore and painful.

With one hand stretched out to support her head, Song Xinci said softly, "Sister Yao, let's go back to sleep, okay, dear, it's uncomfortable to sleep here."

Xia Yao still had her eyes closed, and a smile that she couldn't help but burst into her brows, raised her hand to touch, and touched Song Xinci's head, and rubbed Song Xinci's hair: "You should be coaxing a child, call me sister."

Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao's face, the latter hadn't even opened his eyes yet, and was smiling so charmingly in a daze, as expected, the casual temptation was the deadliest.Song Xinci stroked Xia Yao's eyebrows: "Okay, sister, let's go back to sleep, okay?"

Xia Yao opened her eyes, she just woke up sleepy, tired and lazy, pinching the space between her eyebrows: "My sister is not good." It made you so tired.

Song Xinci was confused: "You are still addicted." Get out of the car first, then turn around and pull the passenger door.

Song Xinci's room is on the third floor.Pushing open the door, there is a burst of fragrance exclusively for girls' boudoir, and a few adjustable warm yellow light bulbs are turned on, and the light instantly illuminates the whole room, which is soft and not dazzling.

The air conditioner was turned on, and there was a big bed in the middle, a sheet dotted with a few leaves was rolled up on one side, and a guitar was placed beside it.Fan letters from all over the world are plastered on the left wall within reach, and there are two photo frames on one side of the bedside table and an antique metal globe on the other.A closet is full of books, and a box of mineral water with a few missing bottles is placed in front of it.

Hmm, very sweet.

Song Xinci took off his shoes, stepped barefoot on the gray wooden floor, then squatted down, intending to help Xia Yao take off his shoes.

Xia Yao leaned against the door, blushing a little.

Song Xinci flicked his hair, looked up at Xia Yao, and smiled a bit wickedly: "Why, I'm sorry."

"No……"

After taking off his shoes, Song Xinci walked to the Japanese-style glass door that could be slid left and right, and slid open a door.There is a large balcony outside, with a Mediterranean-style light blue fabric carpet on one side, a rattan tea table and two cushions on it, and a dozen potted plants on one side, and glass on the top, which can protect you from the rain and see Star.

Song Xinci turned his head and stuck out his tongue at Xia Yao, then walked back to the bed, moving something with his legs.

Xia Yao looked over, but was blocked by the bed.

A minute later, Song Xinci kicked a transparent plastic storage box and appeared in Xia Yao's eyes, which contained folded clothes.

Song Xinci was a little embarrassed to see it, but it disappeared quickly. He explained to Xia Yao: "I brought it from home." Then he lifted the inner buckle and lifted the lid, "I'll find it for you. pajamas."

Xia Yao: "..." The eldest miss probably never touches the spring water at home.

Song Xinci hugged a nightgown, and pulled Xia Yao to sit by the bed: "It's changed, go to bed quickly."

"I think--"

"What are you thinking about? You are wrapped in a cloth and your feet are in plaster. You can't take a shower. You'll wipe them with a wet towel tomorrow. It's so late. Don't you remember that the doctor told you to take a good rest?" Song Xinci said while bowing She got down, smiled ambiguously, and said in Xia Yao's ear: "Sister Yao~ I hate other people sleeping in my bed, except you. Not only can you sleep, but I also allow you not to take a bath."

Xia Yao likes to be clean, since she wakes up and doesn't wash, she has to wipe it off, but the medicine wears off, her ribs hurt again, the pain is worse than before, she couldn't hold back for a while, she fell down on the mat and clutched the quilt sideways, whispering He said: "Ouch~" He laughed again while talking, "New words, help me get a painkiller."

Song Xinci lost his mood all of a sudden, seeing Xia Yao curled up on the bed felt worse than hurting himself.

Xia Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Did you hear that, why are you becoming more and more ignorant?"

"Who's joking with you?" Song Xinci became serious, sat on the side of the bed, and reached out to unbutton Xia Yao's trousers.

Like an electric shock, Xia Yao bounced off at once, sat up suddenly, felt another dull pain, pressed her ribs with one hand, shy and embarrassed: "I'll just do it myself."

"I'm afraid I'll eat you." Song Xinci reached out to lift Xia Yao's T-shirt, "It's not good to take too much painkiller, change clothes quickly, don't sleep, it's already dawn."

Xia Yao stepped back: "Okay, listen to you."

Song Xinci moved forward a little bit: "Sister Yao, why are you suddenly shy? It's not like I've never seen her before. Didn't we often sleep together in our arms when we were in high school?"

Well, I've seen it, the little rascal Song once peeked at her taking a bath.But... Xia Yao shook her head, stammering: "At that time...we were still young."

"so?"

"So, so when you grow up, you have to... pay attention."

"Pay attention to what? Why should you pay attention?"

Xia Yao blushed like a tomato and didn't speak.

Song Xinci glanced at her: "Is there a ghost in your heart?"

"Are you afraid of falling in love with me?"

Xia Yao turned her head and said, "Change it, I'm sorry." Her voice was small, and she regretted it after she finished speaking. In fact, she could really change it by herself, just a little slower.

Song Xinci lowered his head and smiled: "It's not troublesome, it would have happened earlier."

Xia Yao untied the zipper by herself and pulled the quilt over.Song Xinci held Xia Yao's waist with one hand, and helped her take off her pants with the other hand. She relied on the feel of her hands and blind grasping throughout the whole process. She didn't dare to look at Xia Yao, and two touches of pink rose slightly on her face.

You must know that she is a thick-skinned person.

The two looked in different directions, not knowing what they were thinking.

Song Xinci helped take off the shorts. After all, she had a plaster cast and it was inconvenient to lift her legs.Xia Yao hid herself in the quilt, took off her clothes, took Song Xinci's nightdress next to her, and put it on.

"Ouch~" I couldn't help but hummed softly again.

Song Xinci patted Xia Yao on the back twice, took out his mobile phone, opened the bedside table, turned over a pair of earphones and plugged it in.I chose a playlist, clicked it to play, first tried the sound level by myself, turned down the volume by three bars, and then put an earphone into Xia Yao's left ear: "Sister Yao, it's not good to take too much painkiller, Don't think about it, listen to the song, go to sleep, it's okay, I'll be with you." After speaking, he put the other earphone into Xia Yao's right ear.

Then put one hand into the quilt, covering Xia Yao's hand pressing her ribs.

Nothing is closer to Xia Yao's mood than the word "happiness". She is indeed a little sleepy, and she always smiles when she falls asleep.

Song Xinci was sitting on the side, watching Xia Yao slowly falling asleep, seeing Xia Yao's long eyelashes trembling slightly with her shallow breathing, her small and straight nose, and the thin wings of the nose seemed to be shining through, she was originally very beautiful The lips seem to be a little less bloody, and the face seems to be thinner. The delicate skin used to be elastic and white, but now it is white and looks more like a patient.

Song Xinci flicked Xia Yao's forehead through the air: "I'm very tired, so you don't want to take me with you."

After speaking, he stood up, went to the bathroom outside the bedroom, got a towel, and came back with a basin of water.Carefully wiped Xia Yao's face, arms and legs.

Song Xinci found that apart from the ankle and ribs, Xia Yao's arms and legs were more or less injured, either a bruise or a little red and swollen.

After cleaning up, dig out the medicine box, apply medicated oil on some places, and stick band-aids on some places.

After a while, he carefully took off the earphones on Xia Yao's ears, leaving only a small night light.

Song Xinci walked to the balcony, opened the address book, and called Cheng Yang, who answered in seconds, with a voice as excited as if he had won a lottery, "Boss?"

Song Xinci didn't expect Cheng Yang to answer the phone so quickly, and before he had time to take the phone away, the happy song from over there almost jumped out of the phone.

Cheng Yang was still talking: "Wait a minute, boss, I'll find a quiet place."

After 2 minutes, "Boss, why don't you come to play today?"

Song Xinci looked at the river in the distance: "I'm not as lonely as you."

"I'm not looking for inspiration for writing songs." Cheng Yang argued.

"I believe you have ghosts. Please, bring a pair of crutches to the studio tomorrow."

Cheng Yang's terrified tone came over: "Boss, what's wrong with you? Did you have a car accident? Is it serious? Does your father know—"

"Stop, stop." Song Xinci interrupted him, "Can you wait for me to order, I'm fine, I'm going to sleep first."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinci took a shower, washed his hair, went to the first floor to dry his hair, and came back.

Take away the guitar and lie down beside Xia Yao.After touching Xia Yao's forehead, she fell asleep in peace.

At this time, it was more than four o'clock, ah ah ... who wakes her up tomorrow, who will drive.