as you meet

When Song Shihe arrived downstairs at Ji Yusheng's house, he was obviously very surprised, because he was very familiar with this building.

As soon as he got home, Ji Yusheng took off his shoes and immediately ran to the bathroom to get a towel to help Song Shihe dry his wet body.

While wiping Song Shihe's wet hair against his cheeks, Ji Yusheng felt a little ashamed of what he had done just now, and his face and ears turned slightly red.

Talking about running away together, in fact, I want to elope with my husband and escape to a place where there are only the two of them.This thought suddenly came to his mind, and his neck instantly turned red.

"No need to wipe, thank you." Song Shihe suddenly said, and Ji Yusheng's hand holding a towel to help him wipe his hair stopped immediately.

Ji Yusheng was at a loss for a moment, and said awkwardly: "Ah, I'm sorry, I... that... others will feel uncomfortable when you wipe your hair... that... I"

"Go take a shower..."

Because Song Shihe was in the rain longer than him, Ji Yusheng shook his head and said, "Mr. Song, go first, guests first."

"You go first." Song Shihe said flatly, lowered his head and pointed to his neck, and said, "The neck is red from the cold."

Ji Yusheng's ears turned red and hot, he stuffed Song Shihe with the towel and ran to the bathroom.

After Song Shihe tidied up and came out of the bathroom, Ji Yusheng thought of Song Shihe's mood, and planned to let him have a good rest in the master bedroom, but Song Shihe flatly refused, saying that he would just sleep in the living room.Ji Yusheng couldn't talk to him, so he had to compromise in the end.

"I'm sorry, my house is too small, I'm going to wrong you to sleep in the living room all night."

Song Shihe shook his head and said it was okay, then fell silent for a while, looked around, and said inexplicably, "I never thought you would live here."

"I thought you'd live somewhere...better."

"I—" Ji Yusheng eagerly wanted to explain something, but Song Shihe interrupted him as if he was unwilling to accept anything, and said flatly: "It's late, let's go to bed early today."

Ji Yusheng had no choice but to take back the words he had uttered, and replied "...OK."

When holding the lock on the door of the room, Ji Yusheng felt a sudden heat from his wrist, and he turned his head to see Song Shihe holding him.As soon as he met Ji Yusheng's eyes, Song Shihe let go of his hand.

"...Thank you for allowing me to stay overnight."

Ji Yusheng opened his mouth but said, "I am willing."

After saying this, not only Song Shihe, but also himself was stunned.

"I mean it's okay, I also..." At this point, Ji Yusheng stopped, thinking of those stalemate nights, he hesitated whether to continue talking.

Song Shihe seemed to be thinking of something like him, so he said briefly: "...good night." Then he turned and left.

When Song Shihe opened the door the next morning, he saw Ji Yusheng asking him with his eyes bent while helping to arrange the breakfast.

"Good morning sir, last night...did you sleep well?"

"Well, I had a good night's sleep after a long time."

"Great!" Ji Yusheng said very happily, as if he was a little too happy, which made Song Shihe a little overwhelmed.

"Ah..." Ji Yusheng picked his fingers, "I'm sorry, I just think it's really good not to suffer from insomnia."

Song Shihe raised his eyes and asked him seriously: "Do you often suffer from insomnia?"

"...Occasionally."

To a certain extent he was lying, because stomach pain especially likes the night, so insomnia always knocks on the door when the moon is dark and the wind is high.But not last night, and last night's goodness seemed to take up a large part of his night, so it was occasional.

"Yes, how about you?"

Song Shihe seemed not used to seeing Ji Yusheng when he woke up, so he was a little stiff.

"Huh?" The topic suddenly jumped back to the beginning, and Ji Yusheng didn't realize it.

"How was your sleep?"

Hearing that Song Shihe cared about him, Ji Yusheng smiled brightly.

"Well, I slept well."

After Ji Yusheng sat down, he passed the chopsticks and said, "I'm sorry, because I usually don't have time for breakfast, only these quick-frozen shrimp dumplings."

Song Shihe took the chopsticks and said it's okay and thank you, and then heard Ji Yusheng ask: "How long will you stay in X City, sir?"

"This time I'm here only at the invitation of Teacher Liu to participate in the poetry meeting, and I will only stay for two or three days."

"Does the gentleman still go to the poetry meeting?"

Song Shihe shook his head decisively.

"Then... do you have any other arrangements, sir?"

Song Shihe thought for a while and said, "Aside from the poetry meeting, there are no other arrangements."

"In this case," Ji Yusheng saw that Song Shihe didn't move his chopsticks, so he picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in Song Shihe's bowl, then picked up the one from his own bowl, and said while chewing: "These days, go shopping with me in City X Come on, I've made some plans—"

Hearing this, Song Shihe raised his head and looked at Ji Yusheng, who immediately closed his mouth.

Looking at Ji Yusheng's swollen cheeks, Song Shihe suddenly felt very clear in his heart. Looking out of the window, it was just right for the sun to shine. He put down his chopsticks, dragged his chin, and asked with a shallow smile, "Why? Are you taking me away again?"

Ji Yusheng immediately buried his face in the bowl, only showing the red tips of his ears.

After walking to the station, Ji Yusheng suggested to Song Shihe: "Let's take the tram, I want today to be...slower."

After getting on the bus, Ji Yusheng dragged Song Shihe up to the second floor excitedly, but halfway up the stairs, the tram suddenly started to move, and he fell backward without paying attention, but the moment he leaned back, there was a sound coming from both shoulders. In spite of the heat, there was a sigh in my ear, and then a nice voice.

"How old are you, be careful."

Although the words did not express any emotion, and there were complaints between the words, Ji Yusheng wanted to hold on, but when he turned around and saw the beer belly uncle behind him with his mouth crooked and disgusted, his ears turned red, and he immediately Hold on to the armrest and stand up straight.

After sitting in the single seat by the window on the second floor, Ji Yusheng, in order to prevent Song Shihe from saying that he was like a child, turned around after counting to a dozen silently, and opened his mouth to say something, but he saw his hands resting on his shoulders. Song Shihe, who was looking at the scenery with his chin propped on the window, lost his voice, staring at Song Shihe in a daze for a while listening to the sound of trams jingling.

The wind from the tram running on the road blew Song Shihe's hair on his forehead, and the falling light flowed on his face like water in a pool. He squinted his eyes slightly, looking lazy as if he was sunbathing .The tram rattled and rattled for a while, Song Shihe seemed to have seen something very interesting suddenly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Ji Yusheng seemed to have stopped breathing, and the faces of Song Shihe he saw every time since the reunion came to his mind. Those expressions flashed before his eyes, as if they were dark, depressed, painful, and confused. But she had never shown such a happy and joyful expression in front of him.