she really hates

"Stop looking for it?"

Meng Xi got the unexpected joy, but Su Yuan didn't find the note he wanted in the end.

She and Su Yuan walked out of the warehouse, raised their watch and took a look: "It's still early."

"I won't look for it anymore." Su Yuan smiled, "It's not very important, just forget it if you can't find it."

Meng Xi stopped persuading her and asked, "Where are you going to have dinner?"

"You want to accompany me?" Su Yuan said, "You don't have to force it. I'll just go home and eat something. If you have something to do, go back early."

Meng Xi was thinking about Song Zhiyi at home, but Su Yuan said so, could she really leave happily?

"fine……"

"Go back." Su Yuan sighed, "You are here, but you are absent-minded. You must have wanted to go back a long time ago."

"…Sorry. Is it obvious?"

That would be a little rude.

Although Meng Xi didn't do it on purpose, it's a fact that she would think of Song Zhiyi whenever she had free time, and frequently lose her mind.

Is it obvious?It's so obvious.

Su Yuan smiled bitterly in her heart.

She thought, because of this, Song Zhiyi was relieved that Meng Xi would come to pick him up, right?What's the use of being here without your mind.

"It's okay, you've been with me all afternoon." Su Yuan said in a gentle voice, "There will be more chances to meet again in the future, so don't rush for a while. If you have something to do, do it first."

She talked about this, and Meng Xi was not a person who likes to politely refuse, so he patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, then I will leave Xiao Zhu for you to help. I will treat you to dinner next time."

Meng Xi also lent her the car, and planned to take a taxi back.

Su Yuan accompanied her to wait for the car on the side of the road.

"Meng Xi."

"Ok?"

Before getting into the car, Meng Xi was stopped and turned his head back.Su Yuan looked at her and said, "When you have time, call Han Yuming... Let's have a meal together."

It took Meng Xi a while to realize the meaning of "we", and suddenly smiled: "It's done."

She waved her hand smartly, took a taxi and disappeared at the end of the street.

Su Yuan spread out his palms.

In the palm of her hand, there was a ball of crumpled light blue note paper. After unfolding, it read:

"And you are the best and the best in the world".

Young wishes always seem childish.When Meng Xi showed that uncontrollable smile at the heart-shaped note, she knew that even if she found it, it would be useless.

Meng Xi returns to the apartment.

She opened the door, and the room was quiet. Even Sprite, who was exhausted every day, lost her enthusiasm, and just stood not far away and said "Woo..." to her in a low voice.

"What, is it uncomfortable?" Meng Xi turned on the light, changed into slippers and went to squeeze it.

Her movement was not small, but there was no reaction in the second bedroom... Has Song Zhiyi rested?So early?

Meng Xi wanted to go to Song Zhiyi's bedroom to see what was going on, but the corner of his clothes was bitten and dragged in another direction.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a ball of artificial plush on the sofa in the living room - Song Zhiyi was wrapped in a blanket, nestled there and asleep.

Why are you sleeping here...

Meng Xi put aside Sprite and walked over lightly.It's not really a surprise - the sofa in the living room was custom-made by Meng Xi, it's really comfortable, and she often falls asleep here.It's just that if Song Zhiyi did this instead, it inexplicably made people feel some wonderful tenderness in their hearts.

Song Zhiyi seemed very afraid of the cold.

She wrapped the blanket tightly, her body huddled, only her white and soft cheeks were exposed, perhaps because she was not sleeping well, her brows were slightly frowned, her head rested on the armrest of the sofa, her black hair was slightly messy .

Meng Xi smiled silently, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her face...but the tentacles were a little hot.She was taken aback, and seeing Song Zhiyi's unnatural blushing, she realized that she had a low-grade fever.

"Zhiyi, Song Zhiyi? Teacher Song? Girlfriend!"

"Um……"

Song Zhiyi was woken up by her call, and opened his eyes in a daze, the eye sockets were slightly reddened by the low-grade fever, and the water was faint, as if he was about to cry, which aroused people's pity.

When she saw Meng Xi, she hugged him unconsciously, her voice was vague and soft: "Meng Xi? You're back..."

"It's me, I'm back."

Meng Xi's heart suddenly softened, and he was glad that he came back early, "Do you know that you have a fever? Get up first, let's go to the hospital... Forget it, let's go back to the room and lie down, I will call Dr. Zhang. "

"..."

The embrace was too firm, and Song Zhiyi slowly regained consciousness, and turned to push her away: "It's okay, I've taken the medicine...don't get so close, I'll let you go."

It's really a backlash, who was the first to hug me just now?

Meng Xi saw the unpacked medicine and lunch boxes on the coffee table, but he was not at ease: "You have a fever, let him come and hang water for you." He couldn't help hugging her again, "I go to exercise when I have time. Yes, your physique is much better than yours, but your body is a little weak."

I don't know whether it's true or not, but it's true that Song Zhiyi is sick and has no strength in his hands.

She couldn't push Meng Xi away, so she could only say: "Don't make trouble, let me go back to my room."

Meng Xi had no choice but to let her go temporarily.

She drove Song Zhiyi back to the bedroom to lie down, called the family doctor, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Song Zhiyi shook his head.

Meng Xi said: "It just so happens that I didn't eat either. The patient's meal should be light. I'll make you some porridge."

She said she was going to stand up, but halfway up, her hand was caught.Song Zhiyi stretched out his hand from under the quilt and grabbed her.

Her hand was also hot, and as soft as solidified water, limply hooking Meng Xi's palm, she had no strength, but it made her unable to move.

"what happened?"

"Don't go..." Song Zhiyi spoke with a nasal tone, and very softly, as if muttering to himself, "Stay with me for a while."

Meng Xi's heart softened all of a sudden, and she sat down beside the bed: "I won't go, I won't go. I'll let Xiaozhu order takeaway." Seeing that Song Zhiyi was still holding her hand, he couldn't help but sighed with a smile, teasing her , "You can't leave me so much, and you didn't let me come back before."

Song Zhiyi didn't speak, just held her hand and put it on his cheek, closing his eyes gently.

As if to draw courage from this action, or gain a sense of stability, she tightened her hand.

The air was flowing quietly, and Meng Xi seemed to perceive her complicated mood from it, and suddenly said: "It's okay."

"……what?"

"I won't leave you anymore." Meng Xi sighed, and held her hand instead, "I said, no matter what happens, we will face it together. Don't say that Han Yuming is fine this time, if something happens, it will be us The responsibility of two people."

"Girlfriend, are you afraid that I will blame you? Don't be afraid, I won't."

"..."

Perhaps it is true that after a person is sick, the body will resist the virus, and the spirit will become fragile.

Because of her words, Song Zhiyi was caught off guard and his eyes became sore.

She blinked twice, trying to hide her tears away.

But the tears couldn't be held back, the water in her eyes condensed into drops in the blink of an eye, and fell like a drop of transparent glass, shattering on the fingers of the two of them.

Meng Xi was stunned.

The tears were warm, hitting Meng Xi's skin, but she seemed to be scalded by sparks, and she retracted her fingers reflexively.

"What, what's the matter?" Meng Xi panicked, "Is it hard? The fever is bad?"

This is Song Zhiyi.

Meng Xi panicked, but couldn't help recalling - it seemed that this was the first time she saw Song Zhiyi cry.

Whether it was Song Zhiyi who ran into embarrassment at the entrance of the store, or Song Zhiyi who wandered like a ghost in the snowy day...never cried.

It seemed that no matter how big something happened, even if the world was about to be destroyed in the next second, she could still remain calm.Not to mention tears, even a little bit of true emotions can be well controlled, and will not show up, making people grasp the weaknesses.

Such Song Zhiyi, Meng Xi made her cry.

What's hard to say is that at this moment, Meng Xi's fingers were stained with her wet tears, but she seemed to really feel the weight of her mood, and felt a little bit of sweet joy for it.

Song Zhiyi shed tears for her.

——This matter can have such a big lethality.

"Don't cry," Meng Xi didn't know whether to be happy or anxious for a moment, and threatened her in confusion, "I'll kiss you if you cry again."

After she finished speaking, she really leaned over to kiss, but was avoided by Song Zhiyi who smiled through tears.

But that smile only bloomed for a moment.Song Zhiyi didn't distance himself, but hugged her neck, and his face was pressed against her collarbone, feeling soft and wet.

"Sorry……"

She said softly, "Meng Xi, I'm sorry."