Hunt down

Gao Junyi chatted with Song Nai until the infusion was over, and the girl leaned aside and fell asleep.

When Gao Junyi came over, he patted her lightly, "Man, get up, go back to sleep."

The girl's name is Cao Manman.

Cao Manman yawned, she rubbed the corners of her eyes, and stood up slowly, "Are you done talking?"

"Well, all that needs to be said has been said."

"Then let's go, Brother Zeng is probably still waiting for us."

Gao Junyi pulled Cao Manman and looked at Zhou Jiming, "It's too late, if you are far away, you can live nearby, don't go back at night."

"I know."

At this moment, the nurse also removed the needle for Song Nai, and he walked over with a cotton swab.

"Then we'll go back, and see you in the future... by fate."

Gao Junyi seemed a little bit reluctant, but he didn't say anything more, and took Cao Manman away.

Song Nai followed and walked in front of Zhou Jiming. He looked down at his wound and said to Zhou Jiming, "I can't drive the car anymore. Let's take a taxi..."

"It's too late to go back."

Zhou Jiming interrupted Song Nai.

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Jiming said with a sullen face, "For your own good."

Song Nai didn't know why Zhou Jiming was upset, and he didn't have the energy to take care of it, he wanted to rest.

"Where are you going?" Song Nai asked.

"my home."

---

Zhou Jiming was right when he said it was his family, but more precisely, it was his parents' house.Zhou Jiming moved out to live by himself after college. He was usually too busy with cases and rarely went home. His parents were the only ones at home, and the location was only half an hour's drive from Fenghua Street.

He thinks a lot, Song Nai's injuries are serious, the hotel is too dirty, God knows if he will get some bacteria when he goes there, the best place to go is his parents' house, at least it can guarantee relatively basic hygiene and quietness .

Zhou Jiming went out and took a taxi and stuffed Song Nai, who was a little stiff, into it. On the way, the two of them didn't say a word, and each looked out the window.

Half an hour soon arrived, the taxi stopped at the entrance of an alley, Zhou Jiming paid the fare and got out of the car, but Song Nai sat there without moving.

Zhou Jiming opened Song Nai's car door a little aggressively, his voice sounded extra...extra...unpleasant.

"get off."

Seeing the driver's curious eyes from the rearview mirror, Song Nai secretly felt helpless that he had met some kind of guy. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he obediently got out of the car.

The taxi drove away the instant the door closed.

Zhou Jiming didn't say anything after seeing Song Nai got off the car, leaving his back and walking into the alley.

Song Nai couldn't understand this person, what do you mean by asking me to come over, and letting me get off the car, and ignoring me?He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

The surroundings were extremely clean, Song Nai heard Zhou Jiming's footsteps on the ground, and accidentally startled a nearby dog ​​and barked a few times.

There are all single courtyards around here, and everyone has rested. There are only two street lights in one alley.

Song Nai lowered his head and stepped on Zhou Jiming's shadow. When there was no shadow, he walked at his original pace. If he happened to step on Zhou Jiming's shadow when he stepped out of the dark area, he would find it funny.

When he arrived at the door, Zhou Jiming stopped and turned to look at Song Nai. He was still stepping on Zhou Jiming's shadow seriously with his head down. The shadow was so long that Song Nai walked along the shadow step by step until he saw a pair of He stopped only when feet appeared in front of his eyes.

"Have you stepped on enough?" Zhou Jiming asked.

"Not enough." Song Nai looked up at him.

Zhou Jiming still had a gloomy face, he didn't make a sound, took the key to open the door, his movements were very light, and the sound was very small.

Song Nai didn't know that Zhou Jiming's parents lived here, he thought it was Zhou Jiming's own room, so when he saw Zhou Jiming's movements so lightly, he began to react slowly.

"You... live with someone else?"

Zhou Jiming pushed the door open without much effort, "My father and my mother."

Song Nai immediately paused, turned around and was about to leave, Zhou Jiming pulled his uninjured arm forcefully, brought him back, turned around and closed the door, pressing against Song Nai to close the door.

"Song Nai." Zhou Jiming bullied Song Nai, breathing heavily on his face.

"let go."

"Song Nai, you are a bad person and turned me into a coward."

"What did you say?" Song Nai couldn't resist, he was anxious and ashamed.

"You are too bad..." Zhou Jiming's tone seemed unwilling.

Zhou Jiming held Song Nai in his arms, he really wanted to pinch his chin, pry open his mouth and ask who is that person?What is it with him?Why can you chat with him with a smile on a cold face?What is it about dedicating yourself?

He finds he doesn't know anything...too much...

"Why are you crazy? Let go!" Song Nai restrained himself from cursing, and stared at Zhou Jiming.

Zhou Jiming seemed to be suppressing something desperately, his chest heaved greatly, and the sound of breathing rang in Song Nai's ear, "Who is he?"

"Who……"

Song Nai hadn't finished speaking when a room in the courtyard turned on a light.

"I always feel that there is a sound at the door, go out and have a look." There were noisy voices in the room.

"If you have to see for yourself, I'll tell you that you always have auditory hallucinations!"

"You old man! Look back and see how I told my son! You are useless!"

The door of that room opened with a "squeak", and Zhou Jiming's suppression also disappeared from Song Nai's body. Song Nai breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately lifted it up again in the next breath.

"mom."

"son?"

Song Nai heard the sound of slippers coming, and with the sound of shoes came an aunt with curly hair and wearing a cartoon nightgown——Zhou Jiming's mother, Feng Jie.

"Ah."

Zhou Jiming grabbed Song Nai's wrist and walked in, as if he was afraid that he would slip away suddenly.

"Why did you come back so late?" Feng Jie lost her thoughts for a few seconds when she saw Song Nai behind Zhou Jiming, and asked after her thoughts returned to the right track, "Is this handsome guy...?"

"Let me introduce you." Zhou Jiming pulled Song Nai in front of him, "Song Nai, I was investigating nearby tonight, he was injured, I'll bring him back to sleep overnight.

"My mother." Zhou Jiming introduced Feng Jie to Song Nai again, "57." Then Song Nai pointed at a yawning person standing blankly at the door, "That's my dad, 59."

"What kind of bad habit do you have, does the introducer have to mention the age together?" Feng Jie gave Zhou Jiming a white look, and then looked at Song Nai who was cute, "Where did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, thank you auntie for your concern." Song Nai's invulnerable smile hung up again.

"It's so polite." Feng Jie looked at Song Nai with a happy smile as if she was watching her own child grow up, her eyes were closed.

"I said you old woman, everyone said they were hurt, you should let them rest quickly, what time is it, can we chat tomorrow if you want to chat!" Zhou Jiming's father, Zhou Fu, turned towards Feng Jie at the door whispered.

"Damned old man! You're the one who talks too much!" Feng Jie turned her head and cursed in a low voice, then looked at Song Nai with a smile, "Then... I won't drag you to ask questions, go to bed early."

"Mom, good night." After Zhou Jiming finished speaking, he dragged Song Nai to the side room, which was his room.

Knowing the etiquette, Song Nai turned around and said good night to the elders with a smile.

Feng Jie returned to the main house with a smile, closing the door while laughing.

"Look at the child's growth, it's so good-looking."

"No, luckily it wasn't born by you."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting, it's just...well... go to sleep, old lady." Zhou Fu picked up the cattail fan and fanned it, "Bring a thin quilt to my son, and the two elders can't cover each other with a quilt."

"You have to take it yourself! You want to make fun of me? No way!" After Feng Jie finished speaking, she turned her head and went back to the bedroom. It was as if Zhou Fu heard something heavy hit the bed.

Zhou Fu shook his head, "It's really barbaric."

---

Zhou Jiming hasn't come back for half a year, and the room is the same as before he left.Even if the sheets were changed, Feng Jie would tidy up for him on a regular basis, so that he would not live in badly when he came back temporarily.

Zhou Jiming dragged Song Nai into the room, Song Nai felt embarrassed standing at the door, he didn't know why Zhou Jiming brought him back.He felt that Zhou Jiming was dissolute, and his speech and behavior were very frivolous. He didn't know whether Zhou Jiming was kind to him, and whether his flickering hints to him were true or just a whim.

He didn't know, he didn't know the man.

Just like tonight, Song Nai didn't know why he could just find a hotel nearby to stay in, but why he brought him to his home.

His instinctive rejection of this kindness.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Zhou Jiming tidied up the sofa, "You're injured, you can't take a shower, go to the bathroom and wipe it off, you're covered in sweat and blood, you won't be able to sleep well."

Song Nai still stood at the door without moving.

Zhou Jiming suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at Song Nai, "Does Mr. Song want me to wash it for you?"

"No need." Song Nai quickly refused, he walked a part of the room, saw the bathroom, but stood at the door hesitantly.

Zhou Jiming took out his own set of home clothes from the closet, "I don't have any new clothes here, so let's make do with these first. They are all washed, and I will give you new towels."

Song Nai took the clothes that Zhou Jiming handed over, and he found that he really hated Zhou Jiming. He applied the method of examining the prisoner's psychology to himself. He wanted to understand all the movements, psychology, and thoughts.

Song Nai hated this kind of seeing through, he felt like he was stripped naked, Zhou Jiming scanned his whole body, from head to toe.

"Mr. Song." Zhou Jiming called him, "It's getting late, do you want to wash with me?"

Song Nai glared at him and quickly went into the bathroom.

Zhou Jiming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he was terribly annoyed.

---

When Song Nai came out, Zhou Jiming had already spread the sofa, and Zhou Fu also brought over the thin quilt. Zhou Jiming was worried that Song Nai's wound would become inflamed, so he still turned on the air conditioner he didn't like to keep the temperature at a relatively low temperature.

Zhou Jiming's clothes were too big, and they were very loose on Song Nai's body. He rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs, but he still couldn't hide the difference in their bodies.

Zhou Jiming stared at the book in his hand without raising his head, "You sleep on the bed."

Song Nai wanted to say something, Zhou Jiming stood up, picked up the folded pajamas beside him, said, "Go to bed early." Then he went to the bathroom sullenly.

Song Nai was so sleepy that he didn't have the strength to think about many things. He looked at the bed, then at the sofa, and finally decided not to take up too much space with the owner. He took off his shoes and got into the sofa. Sleepiness swept over his body instantly. Not long after, Song Nai fell asleep.

Because Zhou Jiming couldn't touch the water with his right hand, it took him some time to take a bath, and Song Nai was already fast asleep when he came out.

Zhou Jiming looked at Song Nai who was lying on the sofa, and felt angry, why is this person always so stubborn!The sofa is so small, does he plan to sleep on his side all night!

Why is he so stubborn!How could he be so stubborn...

Zhou Jiming walked up to him and squatted down. He looked at Song Nai's face carefully through the light, blatantly and without any concealment.

Song Nai looks defenseless and distanceless when he's asleep, he looks so soft and accessible.

Why, this person is right in front of his eyes, sleeping in his own home, and he can even touch his cheek with his hand, but he still feels so far away from him.

Son Nai...

Zhou Jiming kept chanting his name in his heart, as if by chanting, he had a way to make him open his heart to himself.