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The monsoon is strong and dry, and the meager creation does not take any discretion. After plastering the grassy color of the mountain tops along the way, it shuttles straight from the track, reading the yellow numbers on the platform and colliding all the way. He went, but was blocked by a slender back.

Yao Jianqi was wearing a black woolen coat and trousers, and the white seahorse hair high collar barely touched the tip of his chin. When he lowered his head, it sank into a soft and warm arc, and his lips looked like pomegranate buds dipped in his hands.

When Yao An rushed to the West Railway Station drunk and dusty, what he saw was such a beautiful scene.

"You are..."

Accompanied by the movement of Yao Jianqi's turning around, he saw clearly what was planted on the magnesia drip basin, and the questioning stopped abruptly.

Instead, Yao Jianqi stared slightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The person being asked pulled the disposable medical mask on his face, and said nonchalantly, "If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold."

Good luck tricks people.

Impulsively, he told Yao Jianqi to come over, and the latter immediately bought a ticket for the next morning. In order to wake himself up, he jumped into the outdoor swimming pool in the playground to swim in the middle of the night, and he was able to get himself out of illness.

"Is it serious?" Yao Jianqi frowned, "Have you taken any medicine?"

"Oh, it's not a problem, I don't feel anything except sneezing." After speaking, he sucked his poorly breathing nose.

Yao Jianqi opened his eyebrows slightly, then tilted his head: "Then why are you wearing a mask?"

"I'm afraid I'll infect you." Yao An said sternly.

Yao Jianqi looked at Yao An's half-covered face, looking at it as if measuring it. After a brief eye contact, he raised his hand and pinched two fingers on the metal strip on the upper edge of the other's mask.

"What for??" Yao An didn't have time to hide, Shan Gen received a shock.

"I didn't put it on properly." He was going to pull down the mask a little while speaking.

"I'll do it myself!" Yao An stepped back, stretched out the mask, and stuck it to his chin and lips tightly.

Yao Jianqi put down his hands without hesitation, and waited patiently for him to finish tinkering, before saying to him "Don't be afraid that I won't touch you".

There was a little smile again.

Yao An accurately detected the elastic bands behind his ears, saw the teasing corners of his mouth, and felt embarrassing, inexplicably embarrassing, but fortunately, his thoughts were hidden behind the mask, so it was not easy to be detected.

"Where's the luggage?" He regained his composure.

Yao Jianqi: "Can't I wear yours?"

"You didn't bring it?"

"It was all burned up during the National Day."

"Cheating." Yao An laughed and rubbed his forehead, "You're just lazy, I don't know?"

Yao Jianqi meekly let him rub it, and then touched it for himself.A group of newly arrived passengers came out with their suitcases and shunted them in front of them. Yao An said, "Go to my school."

The wind in the square was even worse, wrapped in the fine gravel of the cement elevated road under construction, Yao Jianqi's nose was sensitively red, and he leaned towards Yao An.

"Cold," he said.

Yao An crossed his shoulders with both hands, covered his ears, stared at his side face and muttered: "The skin is too tender."

"Huh?" Yao Jianqi was disturbed by the wind.

Yao An said in other words: "It's colder here than at home. Go to my dormitory later and wear thick clothes. Don't be disgusted. Do you hear me?"

"Understood." Yao Jianqi nodded.

At this time, he looks very obedient, not exuberant and cold, so that the panicked people have to run away. At this time, they just want to approach safely.

Before getting off the subway, Yao Jianqi wanted to change the change, and the flower naturally fell into Yao An's arms. He stood beside the mobile stall selling tangerine peels at the entrance of the escalator, and while Yao Jianqi was concentrating on picking in the bamboo shroud, he looked down at the newly sprouted flower bud.

Even if it is as cute as a little lantern, so what, this flower bloomed at the wrong time, and has experienced bumps and winds and frosts all the way, so beautiful, it may not be able to survive the winter.

"Brother, is this pomegranate flower new?" The stall owner glanced at it when he picked up the steelyard.

Yao An replied, "It's raised at home."

"Look at the growth, have you raised it for half a year?"

Yao An was not clear, so he left the question to Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi put the oranges that the previous stall owner gave them to try and put them on the copper-clad scale, and said lightly, "It's been a few years."

"How many years?" The stall owner was surprised, "How could it be, it only sprouts after watching."

Yao Jianqi didn't say anything, and asked with a smile, "How much?"

The stall owner hastily stroked the weight and read the number.

Yao Jianqi took out his wallet from Yao An's trousers pocket, took out a whole piece and handed it to the boss, exchanged some coins, picked out the coins, and stuffed the rest back into the original place.

Before leaving, Yao Jianqi asked for a bag and tied it to the flower plant to block the wind.

"What's going on?" Yao An asked him when he got off the escalator.

After Yao Jianqi finished tying the last knot, he raised his head slightly confused behind the plastic bag.

"I wanted to ask before," Yao An shook the basin, "It has been planted for several years, how could it only grow so little?"

Yao Jianqi supported the bottom of the dripping basin: "That's right."

"You're fooling me like last time..."

"Look at your feet."

Yao Jianqi put one palm on Yao An's back, and led him across the last elevator, took a few steps steadily, and stepped onto a longer row.

"Because it grows from pomegranate seeds." Yao Jianqi explained to him as he dropped his hand on the railing on Yao An's side.

"Pomegranate seeds?" Yao An didn't seem to realize it, "Just the ones we eat?"

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi affirmed him, "I just ate it a year ago."

Yao An had a vague memory and couldn't figure it out, so he tried to ask: "What year?"

"It's been a long time." Yao Jianqi shrugged his shoulders lightly, "I can't even remember."

Yao An looked back into his arms silently, and saw that pitiful flower bud from outside the transparent plastic bag, which was as fragile as a wrist, which could be broken easily.

"It's so time-consuming...why do you grow it?" Yao An's words seemed strangely stuffy through the mask.

"Try it." Yao Jianqi was very close to him, and softly swayed in a unique style in the gray subway passage, "Who knew he would bloom?"

Yao An resisted the opponent's approach and thought distractedly: It's too evil, this flower has someone who is willing to wait for him.