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14.

Song Wan hesitated.

He walked up and down the room for a long time.

Leaving aside the absurdity of last night, Ji Chennan is still leisurely playing with his mobile phone on the couch in the living room like a hot potato.It's like a cheap devil.

"Hmm..." Song Wan was cornered by her thoughts and crouched on the ground, covering her face with her hands.

Why did I let him in yesterday, the little boss muttered dissatisfiedly, and later let him do whatever he wanted on the bed.After hesitating for a long time, he glanced at the clock and felt that he should not continue to procrastinate time meaninglessly.

He got up, walked quietly to the door, and watched the situation outside through the slit.

Ji Chennan didn't know anything about his annoyance and repentance, he had a great time playing with his mobile phone, and had no intention of going to work at all.

Song Wan was aggrieved, pushed the door open, and walked to the sofa.

"You came out?!" Ji Chen Nanji glanced quickly, his eyes still on the phone, "What are you doing in the room for so long?"

Affected by occupational diseases, Ji Chennan woke up very early even if he asked his boss for leave.

He asked for leave for two consecutive days, although the boss did not express his emotions too much, but in the conversation, he was vaguely testing whether he was tired after working hard for a year, and whether he needed a long vacation.Ji Chennan smiled and played sloppy, only saying that he was sick.It should be a normal thing to take a two-day vacation on the pretext of being sick, right, the man feels at ease about it.

In the past, Desperate Saburo never allowed himself to be in a state of excessive leisure. His holidays were always moved back and forth. He took work as his own responsibility and performance as his motivation.

The rare one or two willfulness is also within the tolerance range.

Ji Chennan, who woke up early, had nothing to do, and the little boss beside him was still in a sweet dream.Get up quietly, go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.He wasn't hungry, maybe because he slept too late yesterday, he was always sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.Corrupted by laziness, Ji Chennan sat on the sofa, and then lay down boneless after a while.

It seems that sometimes the reason for waking up early may be just to change a piece of land and continue to nest.

At about 9 o'clock, there was movement in the room, and Song Wan also woke up.The door was open, Ji Chennan just adjusted his posture, turned his face to the room, and saw the little boss sitting on the bed with messy hair in a daze, and still staring at his pillow in a daze.

Isn't his pillow nice? !Ji Chennan burst out laughing.

After a while, Song Wan got out of bed and came out in disheveled clothes. She looked around sleepily and bewilderedly, then as if she had discovered something, she went straight to the sofa and stared at Ji Chennan in bewilderment.

Ji Chennan showed doubts, forgot his phone for a while, and looked at him too.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Song Wan turned around first, scratched her hair, returned to the room, and climbed onto the bed.

What are you doing, Ji Chennan can't laugh or cry.

At 10 o'clock, Song Wan was officially full of sleep. She got up and put on her clothes. When she went out to brush her teeth, she was stunned when she saw Ji Chennan. Finally, she ran to brush her teeth with a complicated face and then ran back to the bedroom. come out.

"No reason." Song Wan replied, "Why are you still here?"

Ji Chennan: "Can't I stay here?"

cannot.Originally, Song Wan wanted to answer directly, but unfortunately she swallowed the words inexplicably.

He could only tactfully say, "You don't have to go to work?"

"I asked for leave." Ji Chennan said leisurely, "Maybe if I ask again, the boss will fire me."

Song Wan whispered, "Then don't do this..."

"What?" Ji Chennan didn't hear clearly.

Song Wan worked up her courage: "I said, don't come here again."

Ji Chennan still had a retarded expression of "what are you talking about".

Song Wan couldn't help being annoyed, and walked around the sofa to Ji Chennan: "I said..."

Ji Chennan suddenly reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards him forcefully.

Song Wan was caught off guard, and just woke up with no strength. The picture in front of her eyes flickered, and she realized that she had been firmly pressed on the sofa. "You..." The little boss was at a loss for words, the sofa was smaller than a single bed, Ji Chennan clung to him very tightly in order not to let anyone fall off.

The morning coincides with a sensitive stage, even though the time is striding towards noon, it cannot prevent the occurrence of misfires.The heat surged up, and Song Wan's face flushed with dryness.

Ji Chennan lowered his head and bit his ear, a trace of pain shot up from his spine, and he felt constant numbness.

"I think your wings are stiff, dare to talk to me like this."

The man lowered his voice like a dangerous cheetah.

Song Wan resisted: "I... what I said is the truth."

Ji Chennan: "Tell me the reason."

The little boss couldn't stand Ji Chennan teasing him with his deep voice, and kept thumping: "Get off me first!"

Ji Chennan unhurriedly grabbed his two noisy hands: "Not at all."

Song Wan: "Heavy!"

Ji Chennan: "You can bear it."

These words can't help but make people fantasize, Song Wan's face burned as if it was going to explode: "...you are shameless!"

"Don't be ashamed." Ji Chennan said in a gruff tone.

Originally, he just wanted to tease the little boss, who was swollen as if he had eaten hydrogen gas. Unexpectedly, when the other party showed a white waist while twisting, it really aroused some kind of emotion.Ji Chennan felt that his breathing was getting heavier uncontrollably. He pressed Song Wan's hands, and slowly poked his other hand in from the corner of his clothes.

Song Wan was frightened, the place where the man's fingertips touched seemed to be licked by flames, and desire surged fiercely like a tide, and he was in it, as if he was about to drown.The little boss continued to struggle, and one hand was released from the bondage and quickly pressed down. "Don't... be treated like this..." Song Wan was shocked and breathless.

He looked at him, Ji Chennan's black eyes were still clear, and everything was still under control.

"Don't do this." Song Wan said again, "You already have girlfriends."

Ji Chen Nan gave a pause and didn't speak. He wanted to continue going up, but Song Wan tried hard to suppress it.

The ambiguous mood disappeared, Ji Chennan looked at the person in front of him, pursed his lips, and withdrew his hands from his clothes.In the past, such as during the time of the first despicable threat, he could still say "this is something you shouldn't care about" on the grounds of the CD, but now it is different, it is absolutely impossible to say it.

During the stalemate between the two, the mobile phone that fell into the crack of the sofa rang.Ji Chennan straightened up, found his phone, and glanced at the caller ID on it.

It's Tang Ming.

Feeling relieved for a moment, Ji Chennan quickly glanced at Song Wan, and hung up the phone.

Song Wan is still calming down, and the messy clothes have not been adjusted.

Ji Chennan put the phone aside, lowered his head to help the little boss button up his clothes.When Song Wan first touched it, she trembled in fear, but found that the other party was simply tidying up for him, so she let it go.

He looked at the mobile phone next to him, couldn't hold back, deliberately ignored Ji Chennan and asked, "Who is calling?"

"A friend." Ji Chennan buttoned up his clothes, and reached out to brush Song Wan's hair.

The broken hair slid across the eyes and it was itchy, Song Wan couldn't help squinting, "Really?" He half stood up in disbelief, "Who? What's his name?"

This may seem strange.

"You want to know him?" Ji Chennan snorted, stroked his fingers all the way down his hair, touched his upturned nose, and touched his thin lips, "Sometimes I really don't understand you, Song Wan."

He always looks like he wants to escape and run towards freedom, but occasionally he shows an expression of reluctance and longing for control.

"Do you hate me going to see that woman?" Ji Chennan said calmly.

Song Wan's face turned pale.

The phone rang again untimely, Ji Chennan secretly clicked his tongue, took it over to see, this time it was really Bai Mu.The man looked at the phone thoughtfully, instead of hanging up decisively like before, he got off the sofa, grabbed the phone and kept walking sideways.

It was as if an ant had burrowed into his body, biting his heart carefully.

The body that was freed from the confinement was empty at that moment.

Song Wan couldn't explain this feeling, but felt bitterness spread in her mouth.He covered his eyes with his hand and said, "Don't come here again."

Ji Chennan went to the room to get his coat, glanced at the little boss as he passed the sofa, and replied, "I see."

Song Wan, whose vision was blocked, heard a soft sound of closing the door.

After that, Ji Chennan really didn't come again.

The undisturbed life is as calm as a stagnant water without ripples.

For the first two days, Song Wan was still worried, no matter whether she was at home or at the small noodle shop, she was worried that the untrustworthy Ji Chennan would suddenly appear, clinging shamelessly and trying her best to tease her.

After three or four days, the anxious mood calmed down a lot.

It's just that occasionally I can't adapt to the too quiet bachelor apartment.Song Wan is not a person who lives a regular life. Sometimes when he is tired from opening a shop, he goes home and falls asleep. Take it out and heat it, repeat it over and over again, and finally the taste is mixed and poured out.

Staying with Ji Chennan is the most regular time in his life.

Now it's all right, it's all light.

Ji Chennan is definitely not a qualified gun|friend, although he didn't come back, he left everything behind.Pillows, toiletries, a complete set of clothes.In order to slow down the replacement speed, the two of them went to the supermarket and specially chose a large bottle of body wash and shampoo.Every time Song Wan saw these things, she would get a headache. Things couldn't speak, but they could bring people back to those ridiculous days in the past.

In the past, Song Wan always felt like a stone was pressing on his heart, restless, but now, instead of letting go of the stone, it became heavier and heavier, making him almost out of breath.

Ji Chennan is like the leader holding on to the rope, and he is a lost lamb in the dark. When the man moves the rope, he will follow step by step.Suddenly one day the leader got bored, and dropped the rope and walked out of the darkness alone to embrace the light and hope, leaving him alone in an invisible place, entangled in the mud, unable to climb out again.

Song Wan didn't dare to touch the little things left by the other party, such as flood beasts, and could only let them stay where they were, pretending to ignore them.

12 days.

In the past 12 days, it has been sparsely and usually two points and one line.

After calming down, I didn't stop opening the shop often, and I made a lot of money.

In the alternating seasons of spring and summer, the temperature keeps rising and insects are very active.Closed the shop at night, walked home slowly, and could hear the chirping of the grass on both sides along the way.There are very few street lamps, and I only saw one after walking halfway. It emitted a faint white light, and it still attracted a bunch of moths to fly around the hot bulb.

Song Wan stared at the group of stupid moths, shook her head helplessly, and walked quickly to the empty house.

It's been raining a lot lately.

God seemed to be overflowing with compassion, and the temperature dropped instantly.When I got up early and went out to open the shop, the wind blowing on my face was chilly.This sudden change of seasons is the most embarrassing. The little boss is afraid of the cold and wears long sleeves.But when making noodles in the store, the customers who come here wear short sleeves, which makes him look a little different.

Fortunately, there used to be a spare piece of clothing in the store. Taking advantage of noon, Song Wan ran to the small cubicle inside, closed the door, and changed into short sleeves. She immediately felt confident.As soon as the result came out, he was blown all over by the cold wind from the store door, and the little boss sneezed from the cold.It's always bad to go in and change, and there is a strange pride at work, Song Wan has no choice but to rub her face, and sits shyly on the red swivel chair behind the big counter and curls up into a ball.

The cold and tiring day was finally over, and Song Wan almost fell apart on the way home.

The noisy night insects on both sides of the grass disappeared, and only the faint rustling of the wind blowing the grass was heard.

It was dark at night, this road led to the old residential area, and there were no people there.Song Wan put on the long sleeves she brought with her in the morning, trying to resist the ravages of the cold wind.

The lights in the corridor were inexplicably broken, connecting the two floors, including the floor where Song Wan lived.In the past, it only needed to increase the footsteps to sense it, but now it didn't light up after two barks.Song Wan took out her phone to turn on the flashlight, only to find that the phone was out of battery and turned off.

Unlucky, eyebrows furrowed into a ball.

How could he have such a bad day.

The little boss had no choice but to go in the dark.I don't know if it's because I've been freezing in the noodle shop for too long, or if the darkness is so overwhelming that it's stuck to my retinas.Song Wan felt an uncontrollable surge of nausea and dizziness.After a stalemate in the unlit corridor for a while, he staggered up.After finally coming to the door of the house, I took out the key several times before inserting|inserting it in, turning it, and twisting it open.

The room was still dark and oppressive.

Song Wan closed his eyes for relief, opened them, turned around and locked the door in one go, he didn't turn on the light, he seemed to hold his breath in his heart, and walked quickly to the bedroom, as if there was an evil spirit chasing after him.

The little boss plunged into the small, slightly damp single bed and wrapped him tightly in a quilt.

When the sun came out, it was time to dry the quilt. Thinking of this, Song Wan fell asleep half-cold and half-hot.

Dimly, Song Wan vaguely saw a little light.

Yellow and green mixed, very small.Feeling curious, Song Wan walked along the light, the surrounding darkness gradually receded, and he suddenly found himself beside a small river.The river is gurgling, and the sides are full of green trees and plants.The sky was a beautiful silvery blue with a crescent moon shimmering at one corner.

A very dreamy world.

Song Wan came back to her senses, looked down, and found that her arms and legs were immature, and even her clothes were worn when she was a child. There was a big Ultraman pattern printed on the blue simple short sleeves.He stepped barefoot in the stream, his camel breeches rolled up to his knees.The river water is very cool, flowing gently over the calf, and the bottom of the river is soft and smooth, without sharp stones.Xiao Song Wan stepped on it with her foot and felt very comfortable.

At this time, the light that attracted him to come over appeared again.

It turned out to be fireflies.One of them was flying slowly in the air, Song Wan stared at it intently, and stretched out her hand involuntarily.The firefly actually stopped in the palm of his hand. Song Wan was so happy that she didn't dare to breathe, and stared straight at it with her beautiful eyes.Slowly, all the fireflies in the corner flew over.They were small in stature, but their tails exuded a beautiful and gorgeous light, enveloping Song Wan.Song Wan looked back and forth, feeling that the depression in her heart had eased a lot.

Such a fragmented and bright scene reminded him of fireworks. In the huge ink-like night, countless fireworks bloomed. He stood at the end of the crowd, and all he could hear was the booming sound of fireworks exploding.Yet he didn't feel alone at all, because his hand was being held by someone else.Surrounded by fireflies, Song Wan turned her head thoughtfully. There was no one around her, and a sense of loneliness welled up in her heart.

There is no one to share it with, even if it is a fairyland on earth, it is also boring.

Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of treading water from behind. Song Wan turned her head, and a gust of wind blew away the fireflies that formed the outline of the lantern, and the surrounding branches rustled like ghosts.He blocked it with both hands, looking through the gap.Just looking at it made me tremble with fear.

That was his stepfather.

His face remained unchanged, and those eyes hidden in the darkness were still dangerous.

Song Wan looked at her arms and body again, and it had already turned into an adult.The past is full of the brain, vividly.

The scenery changed abruptly, the light disappeared, and the trees and dense plants full of vitality were all stained with the depth of the night, blurring into one piece in the distance, making it difficult to see clearly, making people dare not get involved easily, as if there was a hidden crisis.

no...don't...

Song Wan yelled in her heart, but it was a pity that the grievance and anger that filled her mouth were only cowardly words.

You can't be caught by him, and you can't let him come to you.Terrified, Song Wan pinched her thigh with a hand that was shaking like chaff. The pain stimulated the desire to survive, and Song Wan turned around and ran forward desperately.

Panicked, blinded by timidity, irrational, only gasping for fear.

Song Wan, who was running madly forward, bumped into a person suddenly, making him dizzy, and at the same time, a familiar smell penetrated his nostrils.The same shower gel, the same shampoo, and the closeness that can be felt naturally after living together for so long.Song Wan hardly even raised her head, she reached out and grabbed the opponent's sleeve, like a life-saving straw before falling into the abyss, like a dying fish encountering a handful of clear springs.

Song Wan couldn't stop panting, and the barely squeezed out voice was intermittent.

"Quick...take me away..."

The stepfather not far away was still approaching, and the people beside him did not move.Song Wan was frightened half to death, and posted a sticker on his side, but never thought of leaving him and running away alone.

"Hello..."

As the distance kept shortening, Song Wan timidly tugged at his sleeves.

The stepfather suddenly took a big stride and rushed to him, the little boss hurriedly closed his eyes.

"Don't leave me alone." Song Wan yelled, "Ji Chennan!!"

He woke up at this time, sat up from the bed wrapped in a quilt, his eyes were still dark.The air is cold in the middle of the night.Song Wan's brain was extremely chaotic. She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt pain everywhere.The corners of his eyes were cold and wet, he wiped them off expressionlessly, and turned to look at the perpetrator.The gust of wind in the wild dream was actually the cold wind coming in from the unclosed windows, which made the curtains fluctuate up and down, no wonder he always felt cold.

Song Wan inexplicably shrunk her nose, and slowly crawled like a turtle to turn on the bedside lamp.

A desk lamp emitted a subtle yellow light. Song Wan stared at it, lost in thought, then slowly raised her head, her vision constantly expanding.The scope of the light is limited, and it is still dark behind him and in front of him.

It was very quiet and silent, as if he was the only one left in the world guarding this lonely lamp in a state of embarrassment.

Song Wan didn't move, didn't know what time it was, and didn't close the window.

The emotions in the dream seem to carry over to reality, and the loneliness is randomly sown everywhere.Song Wan blinked, and a small phantom appeared in front of her eyes.His heart was heavy, he knew what he was thinking and who he was thinking about.

But Song Wan wouldn't say it out loud.