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Ji Yusheng, who got up and was about to turn around, paused for a moment, then turned his head, smiled faintly at Song Shihe, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I have two days off."

Because there seemed to be a hint of sadness surrounding Ji Yusheng's brows, Song Shihe couldn't help being stunned.After a while, the idea that these days are not public holidays, and Ji Yusheng's company has always been busy with business affairs suddenly flashed through his mind, so he asked a little strangely, "Is your company on holiday for these two days?"

"Ah... no, I asked for leave myself." When Ji Yusheng said this, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, as if he was covering up something.

Ji Yusheng's reaction made Song Shihe's hand holding the spoon pause, "Ask for leave?"

Ji Yusheng nodded, and said, "Well..." Ji Yusheng didn't want Song Shihe to know that he asked for leave immediately after receiving He Ming's call, because he felt that if his husband knew about this, he would definitely feel that he If he is doing something deliberately, he will definitely hate him even more.

Song Shihe took a closer look at Ji Yusheng again, and found his slightly hunched shoulders. He remembered the slightly white lips he saw just now, and thought of something, so he frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?" There was a trace of anxiety and worry that he didn't notice, but Ji Yusheng, who was equally nervous, didn't notice it either.

"...No...it's nothing." Ji Yusheng lowered his head, still hesitating in his words, he didn't dare to look at Song Shihe, and said hesitantly.

"Are you all right?" Song Shihe lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Ji Yusheng's abdomen and asked.

"It's really okay."

Seeing Song Shihe staring at him again, his gaze was so hot that it seemed to ignite a wildfire on his body, Ji Yusheng felt that Song Shihe was about to see through him, so he changed the subject, pointed to the balcony and said, "That... I see There seem to be some flowers planted on the balcony, sir, they are very beautiful, can I go and see them?"

Speaking of the balcony, Song Shihe froze for a moment, and said stiffly: "Spring hasn't arrived yet, and the cold winter wind hasn't left yet, and the flowers I planted can't survive the cold winter, so there's nothing to see."

"Maybe flowers are suitable for planting in spring." Song Shihe finally said lightly.

Planted in your own flower field, it will wither and leave.

Hearing Song Shihe's refusal, Ji Yusheng's heart and nose were slightly sore but he couldn't say it directly, so he lowered his head and blinked vigorously, hiding his emotions and nodding to say yes.

The air was silent for a while, and finally Song Shihe said aloud: "Since you are fine, you should ask for leave because you want to rest. In this case, there is no need to rush around here, you go back—"

"No, I received a call and I'm worried—" Before Song Shihe finished speaking, Ji Yusheng raised his head, with a flustered expression, and said anxiously.

But in the middle of speaking, he closed his mouth again and did not speak.

However, after hearing this short sentence, Song Shihe seemed to vaguely understand the reason for his leave, his heart jumped violently, and the expression on his face froze.

Taking advantage of Song Shihe's order to evict guests, Ji Yu lowered his head and turned around, ran into the room as if fleeing, and then closed the door.

After closing the door, Ji Yusheng put his back against the door, and he slid down slowly against the door until he sat on the ground, but his heart was still very nervous, and his hanging heart still stopped at a high place, unable to fall down for a long time.

After all, I still told that matter in order to stay. Song Shihe's stunned expression just now made me wonder if he was angry.

At this time, Song Shihe, who was sitting at the dining table outside the door, was also holding a spoon, his eyes and mouth were slightly opened like the halo of stars, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

After a while, the door finally opened with a "click". Ji Yusheng came out with two big plastic bags, walked up to Song Shihe and mentioned them, saying, "Sir, I've cleaned up the garbage in the room. Throw out the trash."

Although Ji Yusheng looked up at Song Shihe to speak this time, his eyes drifted away when he spoke, as if Song Shihe was a Medusa, and he couldn't make any eye contact with him, otherwise he would become a stubborn stone who would remain silent all his life .

Song Shihe looked up and saw the sweat on his forehead, and immediately poured him a glass of water.

After Ji Yusheng finished drinking, he picked up the garbage bag again and walked towards the door, but Song Shihe said to him behind his back: "There's no need to clean up, you can go."

After Song Shihe said this indifferently, Ji Yusheng was silent for a while, and actually obediently walked towards the door with two big bags, opened the doorknob and left.

After the door was closed, Song Shihe was still in a daze. He suddenly felt that the temperature in the house seemed to be very low, which made him shiver a little.The warm light in the living room seemed to have dissipated again, the mist rushed in eagerly, and everything was sucked out of life again.

It was really too difficult for him to be reluctant to pretend to be unfeeling, so he didn't dare to look directly at Shengsheng, if he did, he might hold him back and not let him go.

However, the self who forced others to make what he thought was the right choice back then, and the self who is so downcast now, what ability does he have to talk about love.

He has always believed that love is the pursuit of beauty, mutual formation of beauty, and mutual achievement of beauty, just like two statues named "sculptors", who wipe each other's raindrops from the corners of their eyes every day, sculpt each other, and let each other The curves are smoother and smoother, making the other party more three-dimensional, closer to God's creation, and more perfect.

But now he obviously doesn't have good enough carving skills, besides dragging down the opponent and making the opponent ugly, he is useless.

Thinking of this, Song Shihe dragged his tired body to the sofa, sat down feebly, took out a cigarette from the desk drawer, lit it, and looked at the sky outside the window through the steamy white mist.

He just felt that everything was gray, like he couldn't see his way forward, and like he lost the lens he needed.

"He should let go."

However, before this idea was fully formed, the doorbell rang suddenly, piercing through the fog like a sword, and everything surrounded by the fog suddenly opened up, and all hazy scenes became clear in an instant.

Song Shihe opened his eyes wide and walked slowly to the door with an expression of disbelief. It wasn't that he walked slowly deliberately, but that his trembling legs seemed uncontrollable.

After walking to the door, he looked through the door and clearly saw Ji Yusheng, who was out of breath, holding a big bag of things in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, standing at the door and ringing his doorbell.

Song Shihe suddenly trembled violently, almost unable to stand up.

From a long time ago, Song Shihe has always felt that Ji Yusheng's outline is especially clear in rainy days. On rainy days when everything becomes hazy at the station, pedestrians, and lights, only Shengsheng is clearly visible.

Therefore, he can run with confidence in every rain, because as long as he is there, he will not get lost, and the fog in front of him can be dispelled. As long as he is there, no matter how heavy the rain is, his way forward will be Clearly visible, so he can always run firmly to his destination.

Back then Song Shihe vaguely felt this way, but now it is more obvious.

Maybe it's because Ji Yusheng is a person who shines brightly even in rainy days.

Maybe I can stretch out my scarred hand to the light?Will the light accept it?

After opening the door with trembling hands, he saw Ji Yu panting, holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in white printed paper and tied with a small bow in his hand, Song Shihe stopped opening the door, he looked up and saw Ji Yusheng holding a bunch of flowers Handing the bouquet of flowers to him, she bent her eyes and smiled at him, saying, "Gypsophila blooms beautifully in winter."

Time seemed to go back many years ago. When he met Ji Yusheng for the first time, the voice that colored his life and allowed him to see the beauty of all things. The first time he saw it, he was sure that it would be eternally beautiful. There are also people who seem to be blessed by the stars and the moon.

An idea surged out uncontrollably in Song Shihe's mind.

"Light seems to accept it."

The author has something to say:

I think I have to apologize for one thing. This article seems to be written a bit too long. There are many things that can easily make people feel bored, let alone an immature article.However, I still want to write all the things that I have paved the way, as well as the emotional changes of the characters and the gradual changes in their attitudes towards life with the situation. Even for about three weeks, I will continue to work hard to update daily. If you feel very boring or lose patience, you can stop watching it according to your own wishes. I am very sorry, thank you everyone, and hope everyone can enjoy reading the article