Double A sequelae

The weather was very hot today, and Song Yu's shirt was soaked with sweat. He found a can of Coke in the refrigerator, slurped it a few times, and threw the empty soda can into the trash can.

It's still hot.

Aunt Li is still cooking in the kitchen.

He was going to take a shower first to wash off the sticky and smelly sweat.

He threw his schoolbag on the sofa and was about to go upstairs when his cell phone rang.

"Sister Le," Song Yu glanced at the notes, and put the phone next to her ear, "What's wrong?"

"No, I haven't seen Brother Jue for several days."

"What? Been missing for a day? Don't worry, wait for me, I'll go to your house right away."

Aunt Li heard the movement in the kitchen, and poked her head out at the door, "The meal will be ready soon, where are you going, young master?"

"I'll go out for a while," Song Yu rushed out without looking back. The setting sun slanted in from the door, lengthening his shadow, and he said, "Don't wait for me to eat. My mother will let her eat first when she comes back." .”

Qi Le has searched all possible places for Qi Jue to appear, but she didn't see anyone coming, so she stamped her feet anxiously at the door.

In recent days, instead of improving, Qi Jue's condition has become more serious.

Apart from being in a daze all day long, he just touched the necklace around his neck, and sometimes he even became so confused that he didn't even recognize her.

"Sister Le," Song Yu ran over sweating profusely, panting, "It's so late, where can Brother Jue go?"

Because it was Friday, the playground was full of people at the moment, and a group of seven or eight-year-old children were not too hot. They hid from each other, took off their shoes and ran in the sunset.

Qi Jue sat on the rock, staring at the yellow duck toy in the sand.

"Don't touch it," the little girl with two braids looked at him angrily, "This is my toy, I don't want you to play with it."

Qi Jue didn't even look at her, he held the yellow duck in his hand, his black eyes glowed in the setting sun, and he said softly, "Bitch."

"Jane...Jane..." He murmured for a long time, but he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Seeing that the man ignored her and snatched her little yellow duck away, the little girl burst into tears, and her mother rushed over after hearing the sound.

"I said you are such a big person," the girl's mother said, "Why do you snatch children's toys? I'm talking to you. Did you hear me? Hey! Hey! Who is this?"

"Mother Xiaomei, don't be angry, I think this person has some brain problems."

The noise attracted many people, most of them were watching the fun, pointing at Qi Jue.

Qi Jue didn't know anything about his surroundings. He remembered sitting in the sandpit when he was a child. The afterglow divided the sandpit into light and dark halves. He just sat on the dividing line. The hair on his forehead was dyed warm brown by the setting sun.

Inexplicably a little obedient.

Out of tune with the noisy crowd around.

He seemed to be living in his own world, forcibly separating himself.

The onlookers had already sensed that something was wrong with him, and dispersed separately. The twilight covered the originally lively playground, and the street lamps on the side of the road were dimly lit, and a few flying insects were flying around.

Qi Jue sat alone in the sandpit, inexplicably lonely, he sat there for a long while, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

A figure enveloped him.

"Little friend," the man's voice sounded hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress something, "it's time to go home."

Qi Jue raised his head and looked at him blankly, feeling that the person in front of him was very familiar, and something was about to come out of his heart.

He sat on the ground and paused for a few seconds before handing out his hand.

Jian Fan's eyes were still red, he looked at Qi Jue's outstretched hand, smiled, and grabbed it.

"I'm sorry," Jian Fan looked at Qi Jue's empty eyes and said sadly, "I'm late."

……

Song Yu was already mad enough not to find Qi Jue.

Unexpectedly, there was an even bigger surprise waiting for him.

The two of them dragged their tired bodies back home, Qi Le blamed himself so much that he wanted to call the police when he took out his phone.

Song Yu stopped her, pointed to the door of the villa, and said, "Sister Le, do you see that the person sitting at the door is Brother Jue?"

Qi Le took a closer look and was sure it was her brother.

Song Yu said: "Huh? It seems that there is another person beside me."

Qi Le was not in the mood to shut up so much, and rushed over directly, crying in front of Qi Jue: "Brother Qi, where have you been today! Do you know that I'm going crazy looking for you."

Qi Jue couldn't understand her emotions, so he stretched out his hand and took out the little yellow duck to show her, and pinched the little yellow duck's belly a few times.

"Brother Jue, you made it easier for me to find you," Song Yu hurried over slowly, with his hands resting on his knees, panting heavily, "By the way, who put you..."

Song Yu looked to one side while talking, the light at the door was a little dim, the moment Jian Fan raised his head, the light hit his face, which was very beautiful.

"Ghost ah ah!" Song Yugui yelled, hiding behind Qi Le with frightened eyes, "Brother Fan, I never said anything bad about you, don't come looking for me."

After saying this, he glanced at Qi Jue who was sitting next to Jian Fan, "I swear, Brother Jue never said anything. When you had an accident, Brother Jue was very sad. If you want revenge, go to Find the big head! The big head needs you! Really!"

Qi Le: "..."

Jian Fan: "..."

What the hell are you talking about.

Qi Le and Jian Fan agreed tacitly without saying anything or asking anything.

He didn't ask Qi Jue why he became like this.

She didn't ask Jian Fan why he didn't die.

……

Jian Fan sent people to the door, lost his overnight status, and was about to leave when Qi Jue suddenly stood up and threw the little yellow duck in his hand to the ground.

He grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let him go.

"Brother Jue," Jian Fan stared at his hand helplessly, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Qi Jue didn't listen, still pulling his clothes from behind.

Jian Fan took a step, and he followed.

Extra clingy.

Looking at this scene, Song Yu felt deeply shocked. A few days ago, he visited Qi Jue frequently, and Qi Jue never paid any attention to him.

Forget it, say more than tears.

"Jian Fan," Qi Le's mood had stabilized, "Brother Qi doesn't want you to go, so you can stay."

Regarding Jian Fan's sudden appearance, Qi Le's mood is extremely complicated, but now she has no time to think about other things, she just wants Qi Jue to be happy and get better soon.

However, it seems that these two accidents of Qi Jue are closely related to Jian Fan.

She sensitively caught Jian Fan's shadow on Su Baiying.All things seem to be only one thread away, they can be strung together.

She didn't know what that line was.

……

Jian Fan still lives in the previous bedroom, and the decoration inside has not changed at all.

If you have to say what has changed.

That is, there is one more person beside him.

Qi Jue grabbed his clothes and didn't let go, insisting on coming to his bedroom to sleep with him.

This is the Qi Jue he has never seen before.

The childish Qi Jue.

"Brother Jue," Jian Fan saw him as funny, but at the same time heartbroken, trying hard to make his cold voice not so freezing, "I'm going to take a bath now, can you let go of your hands first. "

Qi Jue shook his head.

Jian Fan raised his eyebrows: "Then you want to wash with me first?"

Qi Jue didn't answer.

"That's fine," Jian Fan thought for a while, Qi Jue had been running all day today, and he would definitely not be able to sleep well if he didn't take a bath, "You wait for me first, I'll go and adjust the water temperature, and you can go in later."

"Okay, Brother Jue, come in." Adhering to the gentleman's style of not taking advantage of others, Jian Fan closed his eyes and helped Qi Jue take off his clothes.

Occasionally, the fingertips touched the skin, and it was scalding hot.

In the end, he almost ran away, the temperature of his hands hadn't dissipated, but the muscle texture of Qi Jue's body automatically appeared in his mind.

fuck.

A layer of red spread over Jian Fan's neck, feeling that he was really nothing, he took a deep breath and suppressed the image in his mind.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Jian Fan walked towards the door of the bathroom as if he was rushing to the execution ground. His hands seemed to weigh a thousand catties. After a while, he closed his eyes resignedly, pulled the clothes from the shelf beside him, and groped to put them on for Qi Jue.

After such an operation, the sweat on Jian Fan's body has already soaked his clothes. Unlike the slow operation of dressing Qi Jue, his bathing speed is very fast, and he is worried that Qi Jue is alone in the room.

Unexpectedly, when Jian Fan went out, Qi Jue was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.His sleeping posture is very obedient, his hair slightly covers his eyes, his hands are flat on his sides, and his breathing is long and balanced. This is a long-term habit.

Jian Fan looked at it for a while, then walked over to cover him with the quilt, climbed into the bed himself, lay beside him, and looked at Qi Jue's profile.

It's been a long time, but he feels that the two haven't seen each other for a long time.

Can't get enough of it.

Jian Fan has been staying in the Qi family's villa for the past few days, Qi Jue has been very quiet, no longer in a daze, holding Jian Fan's clothes, and following behind step by step.

No noise or fuss.

Jian Fan originally thought that this situation would last for a few more days, but one morning, when he woke up, he found himself being hugged in his arms, and looking up was Qi Jue's handsome face.

His eyes were no longer dull, but with a shocking emotion. Seeing that Jian Fan had woken up, the corner of Qi Jue's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile, "Good morning, at the same table."