don't be alone anymore

*my splendor*

……

With Wen Yang pressing against her back, for some reason, the temperature between Wen Yang's forehead could be transmitted to Jian Muzi's whole body through the clothes.

At this moment, Jian Muzi only felt that her back was extremely hot.

She froze in place...

After a few seconds of silence, Jian Muzi clenched her lower lip, then let go, "...Then hold me tight."

She moved forward slowly with Wen Yang, and both luggage bags were replaced in one hand, while her right hand was behind her back, holding Wen Yang behind her back.

Empty hugs can at least deal with Wen Yang's weakness that may arise at any time.

While in the car, Wen Yang stubbornly asked Jian Muzi to wear a mask.

In the hotel room, Wen Yang only remembered to make himself wear a mask.

She took out a disposable mask from the zipper bag next to the duffel bag and put two on her face.

Open the windows halfway to let the air in the room circulate.

In the end, she had to instruct Jian Muzi to cover her with the quilt properly at night.

She muttered something.

Originally, my voice was not good, so my muttering became even smaller.

"Jian Mumu, don't you kick the quilt at night when you sleep?"

Jian Muzi, who was sitting beside her bed, didn't answer...

Wen Yang frowned even tighter, opened his eyes again before going to sleep, and asked again, "You don't kick the quilt at night, do you?"

"Sleep, Wen Yang."

Jian Muzi's hand covered Wen Yang's eyelids,

"Don't worry, I won't be infected by you."

……

Wen Yang was really sick and also really tired.

Otherwise, how could Officer Wen, who is usually a clean freak, allow himself to lie under the quilt in his out-of-the-way clothes.

When checking in at the front desk of the hotel, people who had a high fever and were confused still remembered to ask the front desk staff if they had two rooms.

If the staff at the front desk of the hotel were not intimidated by Jian Muzi's eyes, Wen Yang would definitely have to live in a room by himself.

The person who was groping and walking while leaning on the wall entered the hotel room, unable to change into pajamas, but still remembered to open the window.

After opening the window, I have to sit on the carpet and look for the mask in the luggage bag.

If one layer is not enough, you must wear another one.

If Jian Muzi hadn't helped this person get up afterwards, the weak person might have fallen asleep lying on the ground...

……

Jian Muzi sat on the side of Wen Yang's bed and waited for a while, and when she heard the other person's breathing stabilized, she reached behind Wen Yang's ear and took off the two masks on the other person's face.

People who breathe synchronously through the nose and lips seem to finally feel the fresh air.

After a breath, the regular frequency was restored.

Jian Muzi gently plucked Wen Yang's bangs, and there was unprecedented tenderness between her brows...

But my heart was filled with sour and weak emotions...

She is now quite sure that she is not like herself anymore.

……

At 9 o'clock in the morning to pick up the bride, Jian Muzi took Wen Yang to the bride's house at 8 o'clock.

With a grand courtyard and a privately-built villa with a sense of design, the conditions of Wen Yang's friend Xiao Huang's family can be said to be very good in Changlong County.

What's more, the bride Xiao Huang's family has only such a daughter, which is even rarer in Changlong County.

The bride had just finished dressing up when she saw Wen Yang and Jian Muzi who had been ushered in by her cousin.

His suspicious eyes lingered on Jian Muzi for a moment, and then he put all his thoughts on the old friend who had reunited after a long absence.

"Sheep!"

Xiao Huang and Wen Yang haven't seen each other since they separated in their sophomore year.

In these years, except for holidays, her birthday and occasional greetings, Wen Yang rarely contacted her proactively.

But this is the relationship between her and Wen Yang.

Although they have only been classmates for two years, the past of being like-minded and heart-to-heart with Wen Yang has made them a relationship that no matter how long the time has passed, as long as they meet again, they can talk to each other from the bottom of their hearts.

The bride's eyes were red, and Wen Yang's were also red.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The opening of the greetings is just the appearance, but behind the opening remarks is the dream that they have said to work together countless times in the past.

Wen Yang closed the bride's embrace.

She rarely hugged intimately in her life.

She patted Xiao Huang on the back, stroked her old friend a few times, and finally withdrew from her embrace with a smile.

She introduced Xiao Huang to Jian Muzi.

Seeing the smile on Wen Yang's face, in a daze, Xiao Huang thought he saw the person who stood by the playground that year and vowed to make a good film.

"This is Jian Muzi. This is my good friend from college, Huang Chengcheng. I like to call her Xiao Huang."

Jian Muzi nodded,

"Hello, Jian Muzi."

She handed the bride two red envelopes,

"Congratulations, happy wedding."

The overlapping red envelopes looked like one when Jian Muzi handed them out, but in the hands of the bride...

Xiao Huang gestured for the red envelope that was not signed.

When she called Wen Yang yesterday, she knew that Wen Yang was sick.

At that time, Wen Yang was persuaded not to force himself to attend the wedding, but Wen Yang did not agree.

Wen Yang only said that a friend would bring her here, but he didn't expect to be such an eye-catching friend.

"Yangyang's friends are naturally my friends. It's a surprise to me that you can come. I can accept her red envelope, and she has already given yours."

The bride pretended to return the red envelope to Jian Muzi, but Jian Muzi was cut off by Wen Yang before she could speak.

"Hold Chengcheng children's shoes, don't be polite with me, and you don't have to be polite with her. We are all here to attend the wedding, blessings are in pairs, and the red envelopes are supposed to be in pairs for a happy event. My brain hurts badly now, so you put it away quickly , save me from spitting on you in a while~"

"Bah ah ah~"

The bride took two small steps back in fright, seeing Wen Yang showing a triumphant smile, she didn't mess around with Wen Yang as she did back then in front of the unfamiliar Jian Muzi.

After all, today is the bride, always dignified first.

"Okay, I'll take it. Don't disgust me."

"Thank you, Miss Jane."

"What Miss Jane? It sounds harsh, Huang Chengcheng! Just thank me, I brought her here for you. "

"Okay, thank you Wen Yang, okay?"

"It's almost there~"

Wen Yang turned his head and smiled at Jian Muzi, and glanced at Jian Muzi's wrist.

This time, he directly took the opponent's hand.

Jian Muzi was slightly taken aback, her heart beat suddenly.

It must have been hard for Wen Yang to walk, so she followed subconsciously.

Seeing the people behind him following him, Wen Yang raised his lips proudly.

Just now, she also made up her mind for a long time before she dared to hold Jian Muzi's hand.

……

The bride who introduced the home decoration at the front didn't hear Wen Yang's voice, and thought that her old friend had been left behind in the crowd.

Turning back, he immediately noticed that Wen Yang was holding Jian Muzi.

Huang Chengcheng suddenly remembered that when he was in Shuimu University, Wen Yang was the criterion of "difficult to approach".

Wen Yang generally doesn't like to be in close contact with people, and it feels awkward to walk arm in arm like girlfriends, let alone holding hands?

At that time, Huang Chengcheng had been begging for nothing for more than a year, so Wen Yang learned to get used to holding hands.

Now that she suddenly saw Wen Yang holding another girl's hand, she was inevitably a little surprised.

The bride Huang Chengcheng moved closer to Wen Yang and said with a smile,

"It seems that Yangyang has changed a little over the years."

Xiao Huang glanced at Wen Yang and Jian Muzi's holding hands, Wen Yang's cheeks suddenly became slightly hot.

"You think too much!"

Police officer Wen with a hoarse voice had to defend himself.

……

New guests kept arriving, and the bride was busy greeting guests, so Wen Yang and Jian Muzi found a bench in the corner of the yard and sat down.

Although when I woke up this morning, my voice was already able to speak, and I looked refreshed, but the high fever did not subside much.

When she was excited with her old friend, Wen Yang seemed to have endless energy, but when she returned to the corner where only Jian Muzi was alone, she still couldn't help frowning.

Her forehead rested on Jian Muzi's shoulder, as if her energy had been exhausted.

"Jian Mumu...is uncomfortable..."

In a soft voice, hoarse, he narrated his physical discomfort.

Wen Yang turned his head slightly against Jian Muzi, "Headache! Annoying!"

After the sick police officer was able to speak, he began to tell Jian Muzi his emotions in the simplest language.

The person who had clear logic and coherent sentences just now became a patient who jumped out word by word when he came to Jian Muzi.

Saying one more word is exhausting.

Jian Muzi turned her body sideways, trying to transfer the opponent's weight to her shoulders.

Helping Wen Yang massage his temples with both hands.

It cannot be light, heavy, fast, or slow.

Prioritization, every press is accompanied by heartbeat and worry.

After a while, the person who was almost in his arms groped to pull off Jian Muzi's hands and put them on his lap.

Jian Muzi was slightly stretched by the tight hands, and then let Wen Yang hold it helplessly.

"Comfortable~"

Wen Yang murmured.

She held Jian Muzi's hand, raised her head and squinted her eyes at Jian Muzi, and suddenly smiled.

"You surprised me just now, Jian Mumu... When did you prepare the red envelope?"

Jian Muzi's eyes light up slightly...

The broken light in Wen Yang's eyes is really...

too dazzling...

She pursed her lips, turned her eyes away, and set her gaze on Wen Yang's ear tip.

"yesterday."

"Before you leave?"

"Ah."

Wen Yang smiled and took a breath,

"I want to pay you back, can I?"

In past interpersonal interactions, Wen Yang was always knowledgeable and capable of being a human being.

She doesn't like to take advantage of others, even if the other party doesn't realize that she is taking advantage of her.

She has always believed that the relationship between friends should not be stained with money and interests.

Between friends, AA is a must.

When you care about a friend, you must be clear about things that have nothing to do with friendship, especially money issues.

When I was young, the money was given by my family, and when I grew up, I earned it myself.

No matter what period of time her friend's money was, it was not squandered by her, nor was it for her to enjoy.

Respecting a friend's money is also respecting a friend, respecting this relationship, and respecting oneself.

The money handling methods with Jian Muzi several times before ended with Wen Yang's Alipay transfer.

In a way, she could count it because she cared about Jian Muzi.

She doesn't want to owe anyone she cares about.

The person who was always sneaky and "cheap" before, this time he took the initiative to tell Jian Muzi what he was going to do next.

Although Wen Yang thought about whether Jian Muzi would be angry and whether she would not understand her meaning every time when transferring money, although she didn't explain it, she thought about it a lot.

She didn't want Jian Muzi to feel that she was comparing every penny with her.

But I don't want to give myself a sense of indebtedness caused by caring, and explain too much.

"How many red envelopes have you stuffed? I want to transfer them to you."

Jian Muzi suddenly smiled,

"Aren't you tired? Thinking so much?"

Wen Yang hesitated to speak, and was thinking about how to be more frank about his thoughts.

Jian Muzi squeezed Wen Yang's hands tightly held together,

"999... It's my first time sending red envelopes, so I don't have any experience. After a long time, your friends should be able to accept it."

Wen Yang burst into tears because of this sentence.

She really has a runny nose from a cold.

Laughter is also true splendor.

……