as you meet

It may be that Song Shihe's voice was too close, and the impact was a bit too strong for him. After Ji Yusheng heard this sentence, his whole ear tip to earlobe became red and itchy.He felt that he wanted to nod and answered that he liked it, saying that although the beauty of Mr. and Venus is different, Mr. is another kind of beauty, a kind of beauty that is more heroic but still beautiful, a kind of beauty in the world. Compared with everything in nature, he is a bit less beautiful, and it is a kind of beauty that Ji Yusheng can't take his eyes off.

In fact, this couldn't be more obvious, because since the appearance of Mr. Song, he has never been able to move his eyes away.

But thinking so in his mind, Ji Yusheng opened his mouth but couldn't speak.So Song Shihe, who didn't wait for a response, asked him again as if he couldn't wait: "I'm not as perfect as her, will you like me?"

Song Shihe's voice was a little hoarse when he said these words. After hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng's ears itched even more. After a while, the itching in his ears spread to his toes.

As the itching on his feet became more and more obvious, even overshadowing the itching in his ears, Ji Yusheng couldn't help but look down at his toes.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng turned his head away and his body was still shaking, Song Shihe asked him: "Shengsheng? What's wrong with you?" It's just that there seemed to be a hint of complaint hidden in this seemingly ordinary sentence, and the implication seemed to be asking "Shengsheng, why don't you care about me?".

Ji Yusheng paused for a while, thinking about various ways to answer, but finally said truthfully: "It feels like something is stuck on my feet."

In summer, it was a rainy night, and there were inevitably many broken branches, fallen leaves, and mosquitoes in the garden. Before Ji Yusheng leaned forward to see what it was, Song Shihe left the chair without waiting for Ji Yusheng's reaction, squatted down, and looked carefully.

Ji Yusheng froze, while Song Shihe held his feet and stared at him for a while without speaking.

The midsummer night air remained silent like this. Suddenly seeing Song Shihe's brow raised, Ji Yusheng shrank his feet and asked nervously, "What is it?"

Didn't hear Song Shihe's response to his question, Ji Yusheng raised his eyes and asked him: "You see—" Before Ji Yusheng could say this, Song Shihe suddenly pulled him gently, and Ji Yusheng was so frightened that he immediately reached out to hold him Chair, the whole person tensed up.

"What are you doing?" Ji Yusheng gripped the chair tightly, for fear that Song Shihe would pull him onto the lawn.

Seeing his somewhat panicked reaction, Song Shihe smiled softly, and said, "It was too dark just now, blocking the moonlight, and the moonlight couldn't stream down, so I couldn't see what it was. But—" Song Shihe tightened his grip slightly as he spoke. Holding the hand of Ji Yusheng's ankle, he said with a smile, "I see it now."

Ji Yusheng looked down and found that the moonlight was indeed flowing on his feet.

"What is it?"

"It's... a red beetle." When Song Shihe touched the little beetle, his fingertips accidentally touched Ji Yusheng's skin.

"Beetle?" Feeling like his skin was about to burn, Ji Yusheng immediately wanted to pull his foot back, but Song Shihe grabbed his ankle as if playing tricks.

"If you lift it up suddenly like this, it may fall and die from a high altitude." Song Shihe said so, raised his head to look at him, bent his eyes and said, "In that case, you are the murderer." It was just Song Shihe's serious words For a moment, Ji Yusheng couldn't tell whether he was joking or explaining something seriously.

Ji Yusheng felt itchy at first, but now he is fine. After hearing this sentence, he felt that his feet were not only itchy, but the tips of his toes gradually became hot and red.

I don't know if it's the beetle or the person holding his ankle is naughty and mischievous in nature. After the tip of his toe turned light red, the little bug was gently taken away.After the beetle was taken away, Song Shihe seemed to have unintentionally clicked on the original spot of the beetle. He said he was worried about what the little beetle would leave behind, but Ji Yusheng couldn't figure out what it could leave behind no matter how hard he thought.

After gently putting the little beetle back into the grass, Song Shihe gently lowered Ji Yusheng's feet from his lap.

As soon as the toes touched the grass, the rain-wet grass under his feet suddenly turned into a pool of blue spring water. His hot and red toes suddenly felt the cold water. Ji Yusheng kicked his feet involuntarily because of his fright, and the spring water immediately spilled come out.

Song Shihe, who was squatting on the ground, was splashed with water, his sleeves were all wet, but he didn't frown. Instead, he bent his eyes and smiled beautifully. He gently pressed Ji Yusheng's ankle, and said with a hint of reproach, "Don't kick it."

"What?" Ji Yusheng didn't hear Song Shihe's words clearly, and couldn't help kicking his feet soaked in the spring water mischievously.

Song Shihe looked at him with a helpless smile, seeing that he wanted to kick water again, so he grabbed his ankle domineeringly, because Ji Yusheng kicked halfway, so the height of Song Shihe's grasp was almost to Song Shihe's chest, and then he Said a word.

Everything suddenly fell silent, and Ji Yusheng, who was sitting on the chair, didn't move any more, but was stunned watching Song Shihe's mouth shape.

He seemed to be suddenly deaf and didn't hear Song Shihe's voice, but after a while, Ji Yusheng realized through his mouth that it was an extremely explicit sentence, his heart jumped violently, and his cheeks and brows turned red.

Song Shihe suddenly laughed, laughing so much that all the flowers in the garden in the midsummer night turned pale, then he gently lifted Ji Yusheng's ankle, and kissed it softly, Ji Yusheng was frightened and trembled.

Waking up suddenly, Ji Yusheng found that his face was a little itchy, and when he looked closely, he found that there was an ivy growing on the wall behind him, and at this time, a few petals were gently attached to his ears and cheeks, and the other petals followed suit. The wind gently swept his left ankle.

Facing the warm evening wind, thinking about the dream just now, the blush on Ji Yusheng's ears and face could not disappear for a long time.

He suddenly found that although he was a little ashamed, he didn't hate it, just like he didn't hate the ivy's touch of him now.To be more precise, he longed for Ivy's overtures and Song Shihe's kiss.

He suddenly discovered that he had an irresistible love for Song Shihe like he had for the beauty of nature.

This love of spring filled the last fragment of his ignorant love, completed the whole landscape, and everything became extremely clear.

He has respect, admiration, admiration, and love for Mr. Song.

He clearly understood that he was deeply in love with Song Shihe.

After that, he was entangled with more feelings for Song Shihe, not only missing, but also deeply admiring.So no matter when and where, he always thinks of Song Shihe.

The first thing that comes to mind on a rainy day is not an umbrella, but Mr. Song.

On the first day of winter, what I think of is not to wear more clothes, but to go to see the snow with Mr. Song.

When watching the exhibition, the first thing I thought of was not to get the explainer, but the agreement with Mr. Song.

Even when he mentioned his university experience during the interview, the first thing he thought of was Mr. Song who finally gave him courage in the fourth year.

Occasionally, he would even complain in his heart that Mr. Song occupied his whole life too much.

But he believes that meeting the one he loves is the supreme happiness, so in the end he no longer hesitates and runs towards this supreme love.

The author has something to say:

The painting for this chapter: "The Birth of Venus" by Alexandre Cabanel

I have recommended Sandro Botticelli’s painting with the same name to everyone, this time it’s Alexandre Cabanel’s. When you search for paintings, pay attention to the artist~

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The extra episode:

Because I was ashamed to express it, the author still quietly showed this chapter to Song Shihe. I thought Xiao Song would show off something to me proudly, but after reading it, he only said a few words softly.

"I'm a little different from Shengsheng. I recognized him very early. It's just..."

"It's just that I haven't missed him so much in these years..."

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I will continue to update the text tomorrow, thank you~