The tablemate I have a crush on is a paranoid

But Xia Songyue didn't intend to let him go like this. He raised his left hand and pressed it on his right shoulder, exerting a little force with his five fingers, Zhong Zining felt as if his bones were about to be crushed, and cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead After coming down, Xia Songyue let out a soft "tsk" when she saw this, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in her indifferent light-colored eyes, "You still want to fight with me, do you think you can beat me? Good! I told you angrily that you pretended not to understand and insisted that I be rough on you, and I’ll say it again, I don’t like you, so if you dare to sneak up on me next time, I’ll hit you every time I see you.”

After finishing speaking, Xia Songyue let go of her hand, then stood up, and regardless of Zhong Zining's uneasy expression, she turned and left the alley.

The night is cold as water.

When Xia Songyue returned to the apartment, the clock on the wall had just passed a quarter past seven. Dilia ate a full meal and was content to touch her round belly and lay on the sofa watching TV. The others didn't know where to go. Seeing him coming back, he immediately raised his head and waved to him happily.

Xia Songyue changed her slippers and walked over, "Why are you here alone, where are the others?"

Dilia supported the sofa with one hand and sat up slightly, pointed to the second floor, and whispered: "Brother Ji has a stomach problem, and he vomited badly just now, and Brother Zhang took care of him up there, his face turned pale Yes, it's scary."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Feiran walked down the stairs, and then walked up to him with a dark face, and asked, "Where did you go? Is this how you take care of patients?"

Xia Songyue stood up straight and looked at him, her clear light-colored eyes were cold, as if she didn't intend to talk to him.

His reaction was also expected by Zhang Feiran, so Zhang Feiran did not continue to press the question, went to the kitchen to mix a cup of honey water, put it in Xia Songyue's hand, and said to him arrogantly: "Go, go upstairs Feed it to Ah Huan, if I don’t take good care of him, not only will I not take out tomorrow’s garbage, but I won’t take out the day after tomorrow, and I will smoke you to death.”

Xia Songyue raised her eyes and glanced at him, then went upstairs with honey water without saying a word.

Zhang Feiran stood there thinking about it for a long time, and always felt that Xia Songyue's eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere just now, and they were very familiar. As he was thinking, Dilia pulled his sleeves and looked up at the gray-blue eyes. With innocent eyes, he asked him, "Brother Zhang, what did you just say, why did Song look at you like a fool?"

Zhang Feiran: "..."

Ji Shixuan was placed on the bed by Zhang Feiran, with his back leaning against the head of the bed, his face was as pale as paper, and his mouth was so pale that there was almost no blood. Hearing the sound, he slightly raised his long and slender eyelashes, and quietly looked at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes. When he came over, his eyes were glowing like ink, mixed with a bit of weakness.

Xia Songyue handed him the honey water with cold eyes, but Ji Shixuan didn't take it, her eyes fell directly on his wrist with several finger marks, and asked in a slightly hasty tone: "Your hand What's the matter? Where did you go just now?"

Xia Songyue's skin is fair, and a little force will leave obvious marks. Ji Shixuan said before that he is delicate, with thin skin and tender flesh like a delicate young master.

Slightly raised his slender and cold fingers, Ji Shixuan seemed to want to touch them, but suddenly thought of something, stopped his movements abruptly halfway, raised his dark eyes like thick ink and looked at him worriedly, "It hurts." Doesn't it hurt?"

Xia Songyue didn't speak, a pair of clear and round cat eyes turned slightly, and seemed to be caught in some long-term memories. After a long while, he put the honey water on the table beside the bed, and looked down at Ji Shixuan With a very pale mouth, his voice was cold and authentic: "Ji Shixuan, how old are you this year, 26? 25? Not too young, you don't need to do such childish things, I can smell the smell of such a big peanut butter."

Ji Shixuan's face turned slightly pale. He didn't actually have a stomach problem, but vomited after eating peanut butter. He couldn't eat any peanuts or peanut products, otherwise he would vomit non-stop. Aunt Liu didn't know when she was in high school. Once, when making soy milk, some peanuts were put in, and Ji Shixuan vomited for a long time. In the end, Xia Songyue sent him to the hospital. When Zhang Feiran came up with this idea just now, he thought it was impossible, but in the end he couldn’t help it. The temptation turned out to be self-defeating.

Xia Songyue looked at his obviously thinner side face, which looked more distinct and weak under the light and shadow. She wanted to continue to say something, but she pursed her mouth slightly, and finally walked away without saying a word.

Since then, Ji Shixuan has never accepted any bad ideas from Zhang Feiran.Soon, three months passed in a blink of an eye. On the day of going to the hospital to remove the plaster cast, Xia Songyue went out early in the morning, and even turned off her mobile phone. Ji Shixuan went to the hospital.

The weather is getting colder, and basically no one will be seen in the cemetery for a day, and the aunt who sells lilies at the foot of the mountain is too cold, so she goes home early for the New Year and does not come out to set up a stall again.

The cold wind was bleak along the way, perhaps because it came too early and the grave sweepers had not had time to clean up, so the steps were covered with fallen leaves, dead branches and fallen leaves scattered all over the ground, with a little dampness of morning fog.

Xia Songyue took two bouquets of fresh lilies bought from a flower shop and walked up the long steps to the tombstones of Xia Yuanqing and Lin Xingrou. As soon as she put them down, a voice came from behind,

"You, Songsong?"

Xia Songyue paused slightly, and when she turned her head, she saw a tall woman wearing black sunglasses standing behind him, carrying a black suitcase in her hand, with a dusty look.

The morning fog gradually dissipated, and the glass windows reflected the street scene outside the window.

Du Lan took off the sunglasses on her face. Her well-maintained face looked only 30 to [-] years old. She looked at Xia Songyue's pale and delicate face, and a pair of beautiful almond eyes were slightly teary. She sniffed and asked He said, "Songsong, where have you been all these years? How are you doing?"

Xia Songyue's warm fingertips rested on the table, her skin was so pale that you could see the faint blue blood vessels on the back of her hand, her wrist bones were raised, she looked very thin, Du Lanzai looked at him carefully, her eyes were full of distress , "You kid, why didn't you come to me, why didn't you come to me when something big happened?"

Back then, she said she would come back on the day of Xia Songyue's college entrance examination, but she was delayed for half a year because of work, and she didn't make a phone call. When she came back, she found out that Xia Yuanqing was dead, and Xia Songyue was missing. She followed Ji Shixuan We searched together for more than a year, and then had to go back to the United States because of work, so the years passed by, and more than six years passed in a blink of an eye. I didn't expect that she saw her in the cemetery just after getting off the plane today. Xia Songyue.

Xia Songyue didn't speak, she drooped her thick and long eyelashes like crow feathers in silence, as if she was thinking about something, until the cup of coffee was completely cold, he put on the scarf again, and said to Du Lan in a detached and polite manner: "Thank you for your hospitality today, and thank you for coming to pay homage to my parents."

Du Lan got up anxiously and called to him, "Songsong, are you blaming me? I know Xiaoxuan has done something that I'm sorry for you, but please take a serious look at him and see how he treats you. Your intentions, okay?"

She looked up at him, the delicate makeup on her face couldn't conceal the traces left by the years in the corners of her eyes, her usual strong and selfish aura was completely gone, replaced by a slightly humble attitude, she took his thin wrist, The voice carried a hint of pleading, "He is a very lonely and poor child, he only likes you, without you, he will really die, I have not fulfilled my responsibility as a mother in the past, but today I want to be a mother I implore you, even if you don't like him, don't be too cruel to him, can you?"

Xia Songyue stood there quietly, the sunlight coming in from the window drew a faint phantom on his pale and delicate face, making his already thin and fair face look even paler, as if a sheet would break if touched. Like paper, his thick and long eyelashes like crow feathers moved slightly. No matter how well maintained Du Lan was, it was inevitable to show a trace of old age on Du Lan's face. After struggling for a long time, he sighed slightly and pulled gently. Opened her hand, "I'm sorry, Aunt Du."

After returning from the cemetery, Xia Songyue stopped by the police station, took away her ID card and took some copies of the transcripts related to the Xia Yuanqing case, which he secretly obtained by entrusting Yun Feifan Yes, when he returned to the apartment, the sky was completely dark, and a barbecue net and rack were set up in the yard. Delia happily ran over to him with skewered chicken wings and meatballs and said, "song, You're back, Brother Zhang said that in order to celebrate Brother Ji's recovery from his leg injury, we'll have barbecue tonight, Sister Xiaoli and Brother Zhou will come over later, you're back just in time, let's make meatballs with me."

Xia Songyue nodded, took the barbecue fork from Dilia's hand, and just walked up the steps when she saw Ji Shixuan just about to come out from the door of the apartment. After the plaster cast on his left leg was removed, he was able to walk freely. Touching, Ji Shixuan's dark and deep eyes moved slightly, and he took the lead in walking over.

Seeing Xia Songyue's cheeks turned pale by the cold wind, Ji Shixuan's long fingers hanging on the side of his legs moved slightly, as if he wanted to lift them up but held back. He was half a head taller than Xia Songyue, slightly lowered. When looking at him with his chin down, his deep eyes were stained with a touch of warmth, and he said to him softly: "Go up and change your clothes, I'll do it."

If it was normal, Xia Songyue would definitely ignore him and walk over, but it was rare for him to answer today, "Yeah."

Although it was just a lukewarm "um", Ji Shixuan still felt a little flattered. After reaching out to take the barbecue fork handed over by Xia Songyue, he wanted to say something more, but Xia Songyue had already entered the door by mistake. The hair tied behind his head was soft and cold, and when he passed by his side, he gently rubbed against his cheek, causing a slight itchiness.

When Zhang Feiran came out with the charcoal, he saw Ji Shixuan standing in a daze at the door with a barbecue fork in his hand, so he couldn't help but bumped his arm with his elbow and shouted, "Why are you here? Do you want to be a watcher's stone or watch the stars? If I don't come to help your little one, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

Ji Shixuan regained his composure, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, his dark and deep eyes swept over and over Zhang Feiran's face lightly.

Zhang Feiran took a step back when he saw him, and was about to ask him why you were looking at me like that, but Ji Shixuan spoke slowly and corrected him in a very serious tone, "He is changing clothes up there. "

who?What clothes should I change into?Oh, he said that his little baby was changing clothes on it, and I was not worthy to be his little baby. After realizing this, Zhang Feiran's face turned dark, and he glared at him angrily, then left holding the charcoal.

[The author has something to say]: I'll make up the update on Monday, it's almost almost the end of the abuse, trust me, I'll be sweet in the future