Xingyu Street

After the typhoon left, the weather in City S was clear and the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold. The oppressive pressure in the air also left with the typhoon.

The chirping of birds outside the window was clear and sweet, not annoying, and the sound of sanitation workers sweeping the floor rustled on the street. Duan Xuyan slowly woke up in such a morning.

When he opened his eyes and saw Mo Xiaoyu for the first time, he thought he was dreaming, but his vision had already begun to describe the facial features of Mo Xiaoyu who was in front of him.

Mo Xiaoyu's appearance is very delicate, not so delicate but very comfortable, with a fleshy nose and long eyelashes, a non-aggressive appearance.

Even looking at it from such a close distance, you can't find a single pore, and your fair skin has a lustrous and translucent feel.

Duan Xuyan looked at it for a while as if his mind was empty, and then he realized that something was wrong. His eyes fell from Mo Xiaoyu's ruddy lips to his own arm on which he was pillowing.

With a slight movement, a feeling of soreness, swelling and numbness suddenly hit, and the cause of this was Mo Xiaoyu, who was still sleeping soundly on his arm, showing no sign of waking up.

Duan Xuyan slightly turned his head to look at the incandescent lamp that had been turned on again at some point, supported Mo Xiaoyu's shoulder and shook him slightly, "Xiaoyu, get up, it's dawn."

He originally thought that Mo Xiaoyu would get confused or stay out of bed, but he didn't expect that he only called Mo Xiaoyu twice before sitting up with his eyes open, squinting his sleepy eyes and looking at Duan Xuyan, "...Huh? "

Duan Xuyan pursed his lips and smiled, and smoothed his sleepy hair, "Good morning, is Xiaoyu hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Mo Xiaoyu was stunned and did not speak, she seemed to be very sleepy and sleepy.

Duan Xuyan felt funny seeing him sleepy, "Xiao Yu still wants to sleep?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't respond, and his eyes were blank.

Seeing this reaction, Duan Xuyan's smile faded a little, and he touched his forehead worriedly, it's fine, and he didn't have any fever, so what's the matter?

"Light rain?"

Mo Xiaoyu blinked slowly, pursed her lips and did not speak.

Duan Xuyan looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand, supported his head with one hand, and supported his shoulder with the other, and slowly put down Mo Xiaoyu who was sitting in a daze, sleeping there had faded but was still clean on the pillow.

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu fell asleep, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again in almost three seconds.

Duan Xuyan listened closely to his slow and long breathing, smiled silently, got up lightly, put away the strong flashlight that had been on all night and was almost out of power, and went downstairs lightly.

The raincoat he wore last night was still there, and the water stains on the ground were already half-dried. Duan Xuyan tidied up a little, left Mo Xiaoyu's house and returned to the B&B.

He left in such a hurry last night that he didn't even take his cell phone. He didn't remember to check his cell phone until he changed his clothes after washing up.

When I opened WeChat, I saw that Wen Lin had sent him several messages. After a quick glance, Duan Xuyan briefly replied to why he didn't reply in time.

Then he took his mobile phone and prepared to go out, but as soon as he went out, he saw Wen Lin standing outside the door.

Duan Xuyan was stunned for a moment, "Wen Lin? Why are you here?"

Wen Lin looked a little embarrassed when he asked, "I, I'm a little worried about the senior, so I'll come over and have a look."

Duan Xuyan smiled, turned sideways and closed the door before going out, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Wen Lin shook his head, "Not yet."

Duan Xuyan said: "I'm going to pick up someone now, if you don't mind, come with us?"

Pick up someone?

Wen Lin was still wondering which friend Duan Xuyan had here, but Duan Xuyan had already walked out first.

"Wen Lin, let's go."

Wen Lin followed up with two oops, and followed Duan Xuyan to the heights of Xingyu Street, walking towards an unusually prosperous green shade, looking at the long stairs in front of him, Wen Lin became more and more puzzled.

But Duan Xuyan is familiar with this place like a residential area, it doesn't look like he has only been there once or twice.

He was full of doubts when he saw Duan Xuyan walking in front of a small single-family building. In the courtyard, there was a man in a black T-shirt squatting on the ground with his back facing them, as if he was brushing his teeth.

Duan Xuyan stood at the gate of the yard without speaking, Wen Lin saw that he was silent and stood quietly aside, and waited until the people in the yard finished brushing their teeth and washing their faces, Duan Xuyan called him.

"Light rain."

The man turned his head when he heard the voice, his eyes lit up when he saw Duan Xuyan, "Xuyan!"

Such an intimate address touched Wen Lin's most sensitive nerve almost instantly, and he looked at the people in the yard with a slight frown.

Mo Xiaoyu had just finished wiping his face, his forehead was stained with water, and his face was even fairer. He opened the courtyard door happily and let Duan Xuyan in.

Duan Xuyan didn't shy away from Wen Lin's presence, raised his hand to smooth out Mo Xiaoyu's curled hair naturally, and said softly, "Has Xiaoyu finished washing?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded, seeing Wen Lin, he just glanced at him and quickly looked away.

Wen Lin didn't miss the reliance on Duan Xuyan in Mo Xiaoyu's eyes, and at the same time, he quickly noticed something was wrong.

Duan Xuyan's attitude and tone of speech to Mo Xiaoyu didn't look like he was addressing a normal adult, but rather a tone of coaxing more.

"Is Xiaoyu hungry? Xuyan will take you to eat some dumplings."

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't tell the difference between wontons and dumplings. He felt that wontons were similar to dumplings, but they were smaller than dumplings, so they were called small dumplings.

He likes to eat small dumplings, especially the ones filled with shrimp and three delicacies. Duan Xuyan took him there once before, in the breakfast shop outside Xingyu Street.

So when Duan Xuyan said that he was going to eat small dumplings, Mo Xiaoyu's eyes brightened, he forgot that he was still holding a towel in his hand, and happily wanted to go with Duan Xuyan.

Duan Xuyan held him dumbfounded, "Xiao Yu still wants to bring a towel?"

Mo Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he was washing his face just now, and the towel hadn't been put back yet, so he turned around and ran into the house after making two hums.

Wen Lin silently stood aside and looked at the gentle smile on Duan Xuyan's face, feeling stuffy and tense in his heart, panicked and painful.

He had no sense of presence in such a short conversation of a few minutes, and he couldn't blend in.