as you meet

"My spring just came today." Song Shihe bent his fingers and touched the petals, smiling brighter and brighter.

Is it because today I have time to come downstairs to see the hydrangeas?Ji Yusheng immediately felt that the poet's mind was indeed unique and romantic, but when he heard Song Shihe's hoarse voice, he asked again:

"Mr. Song's voice is still not good, why don't you stay at home and come down here instead?"

"Wait—" Song Shihe felt something was wrong as soon as he said it, he glanced at Ji Yusheng, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Just... out of breath at home, come down and walk around at will."

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Song Shihe glanced at the things in his hands, then asked him with a smile:

"For me?"

Then he took another step closer, bent slightly, stared into Ji Yusheng's eyes and said:

"Are you coming to visit me?"

Ji Yusheng tightened his hand holding the thermos, lowered his eyes, and stuffed the thermos into Song Shihe's hand, shifted his gaze and said:

"It's for you. Since Mr. Song has nothing to do, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but Song Shihe asked behind his back:

"Shengsheng, how can I return the thermos pot after eating?"

Ji Yusheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and said:

"Just give it back to me at school if you have time."

"But because of the operation, it may take several days before I can go back to school."

When Ji Yusheng heard this, he immediately asked:

"Operation?"

Ji Yusheng's words carried a deep anxiety that he didn't even notice, wasn't it just his throat?Why is it so serious that you need an operation?

"Is the throat infection serious?"

Song Shihe walked in front of him without making a sound, raised two slender fingers and gently touched the Adam's apple on his neck and said:

"Sorry, my throat is starting to hurt, and I didn't bring water down, let's go up and talk again." After that, he went straight away.

After uncomfortably following Song Shihe upstairs, Ji Yusheng stood at the door cautiously.

"It happened that I bought new slippers, you can wear them." Song Shihe opened the shoe cabinet, took out the new shoes on the top shelf of the cabinet, and handed them to Ji Yusheng.It can probably be regarded as a coincidence, although it was the last time when the idea of ​​inviting Ji Yusheng to his house came up by chance, and he bought a pair of good quality and comfortable slippers on the way.

After entering the house, the goal is a floor-to-ceiling window, and the milky white screens are hung neatly.On the left hand side there is a small stove, in front of which is hung a silver thread full of excerpts from poems, and on the left and right sides of the stove are placed lamps of classical design, and in the middle is a small marble statue, small but well-made. Exquisite, the statue is a beautiful woman, her hands are placed on her chest, her head is slightly lowered, the beautiful lines of the girl and the fluttering wrinkles of the gauze skirt are skillfully carved out.Behind the statue is a mirror, and the wall beside the mirror is sunken, and an oil painting is hung on it.To the left of the fire is a leather recliner with a black box in the shape of a violin. Beside the chair is a specially shaped table with a box of ink and a quill pen on it, and a clean blanket is spread on the floor.

Ji Yusheng only felt that this arrangement really fit Song Shihe's temperament, but right now he was worried about Song Shihe, and didn't have the heart to appreciate these ingenious arrangements.

Song Shihe pulled Ji Yusheng to the table and sat down. As soon as he opened the thermos, Ji Yusheng immediately asked:

"Is it a major operation?"

Seeing Song Shihe still spooning the porridge methodically, Ji Yusheng suddenly thought that Song Shihe couldn't talk too much, so he asked him:

"Where do you keep the paper and pen at home?"

The concern between the words made Song Shihe's hand tremble slightly, and then he waved his hand.

"It's okay. I just finished the operation and I'm about to finish my rehabilitation. If I pronounce it in the correct way, it doesn't matter if I speak more."

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was still frowning, Song Shihe's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile:

"I'm infected with a very romantic disease, the romance of an exclusive teacher and a musical singer."

Ji Yusheng didn't understand what Song Shihe was saying, he just felt that he wasn't very worried about his illness, and of course he was also a little confused.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was still frowning and did not respond, Song Shihe continued:

"The other name of this disease is "kiss." After finishing speaking, he smiled at Ji Yusheng again,

"Isn't it romantic?"

"Romantic at all costs for love." Song Shihe stared at Ji Yusheng and said, as if he wanted to see something through his eyes.

"Having said that, I began to regret pulling him away again. It's a pity to think that I won't be able to sing in the future. After all, only songs can show the deep love for a lover with all senses."