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The cheeks blessed by the moon are now reddened by the winter. Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng's red nose and hands, and after realizing it, he immediately opened the door a little, and said in a low voice, "Come in first."

After entering the door, Ji Yusheng picked up the bag again, smiled and said to Song Shihe: "When I went shopping in the morning, I was worried that you would wake up and feel uncomfortable and didn't buy a lot, so I just went to buy some more. I put them away first. to the fridge."

Ji Yusheng put the flowers on the table, and before Song Shihe, who was standing upright, could respond, he ran straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and put the things in.

Song Shihe, who was standing in the living room, looked at the white gypsophila lying on the table, many memories flashed through his mind, his eyes darkened, then he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as Ji Yusheng opened the refrigerator, he closed the refrigerator door with one hand. With the slight "bang" of the refrigerator door closing, the cold air that hit his neck was instantly surrounded by hot air. He heard Song Shihe coming from behind. the sound of.

He said, "Take your stuff and go, I don't need it."

Ji Yusheng turned his head, just about to say something, but found that when he turned his head, the distance between Song Shihe and Song Shihe became very close, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other like a falling butterfly kissing its petals.

Their breathing was very obvious and instantly dazzled, and Ji Yusheng's ears suddenly burned, while Song Shihe stared at Ji Yusheng in a daze, because he hadn't looked at Shengsheng carefully for too long.

At the same time, Ji Yusheng also felt a burst of heat coming from his hand. Looking down, he found that a baby warmer was stuffed in his hand, and Song Shihe still had an inch of fingertip touching his hand, and did not leave completely.

Ji Yusheng's mind was blank, and he just stretched out his hand to grab Song Shihe as if instinctively, and then he felt Song Shihe's hand trembling slightly.

After only a moment, Song Shihe let go of his hand like an electric shock, coughed lightly, and moved a little distance away.Ji Yusheng clenched the warm baby in his hand, said apologetically, "I'm sorry." Then he lowered his head and tried not to make eye contact with Song Shihe to cool down the temperature on his ears, and said, "These dishes can be made very quickly. Simple dishes, sir, just—"

Song Shihe, who distanced himself a little, interrupted him and said, "No need, I don't know how to do it."

Hearing that Ji Yusheng couldn't care less about anything, he immediately raised his head to look directly at Song Shihe and said, "Then I'll come once in a few days, I'll do it."

Song Shihe resolutely rejected his suggestion, "No need.".

"I'm good at cooking now. You've tasted the soup just now. I was a little too anxious when I cooked it. I can do better than that." Ji Yusheng said so, unconsciously grabbing the hem of his clothes with his right hand.

"No need." Song Shihe looked at him indifferently and said mercilessly.

Ji Yusheng was silent for a while, wondering why the person in front of him was so cold when his hands were so warm?

He also said: "I...I know that what happened back then had a great impact on my husband, and nothing I can do can make up for what happened and the damage caused to him. But..." Ji Yusheng Looking into Song Shihe's eyes, he said with great firmness: "But I want to do something for my husband. Although it is a trivial thing, please let me do something for you."

But after saying this, Ji Yusheng saw that Song Shihe's eyes that were slightly bright just now were slowly darkening like the sky at six o'clock.

"...So are you pitying me?" Song Shihe asked him in a deep voice.

"I'm not pitying you, I'm not here to get something, I'm not here to get your likes, I don't use those, I just—"

At this time, a sudden gust of cold wind rushed to the soles of the feet, reminding Song Shihe of the four hours of waiting outside the gate of the poetry club and missing the appointment for no reason. He interrupted Ji Yusheng, and said with a trace of sadness, "Yes, you You never needed my likes from before.”

Ji Yusheng really wanted to refute him, he wanted to say no, he needed it, but he knew that the person who destroyed Song Shihe's life was not qualified to say that.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng didn't make any rebuttals, Song Shihe's voice was like the moment when the sea of ​​night fell and sank, "So you just want to make up for it to make yourself feel better, right?"

"No, I just want to help—" Ji Yusheng hurriedly explained, his words were full of panic.

Seeing Ji Yusheng's flustered look, Song Shihe acquiesced that he had punctured his mind, and interrupted him again, "You know I'm not like this, do you?"

Ji Yusheng was stunned, and Song Shihe muttered to himself again in a low voice: "I'm the only one who isn't like this, is it?"

Ji Yusheng didn't quite understand what Song Shihe wanted to say, but he only felt a dull pain in his heart after listening to his words, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and blinked his eyes suddenly became wet again.

He didn't know why, but his body reacted like this.

"...Forget it." The atmosphere froze for a while, Song Shihe finally removed his hand from the refrigerator, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Ji Yusheng leaned against the refrigerator in a daze for a while before biting his lip and turning around to put the bought things back into the refrigerator.After putting it away, he walked out of the living room and saw the back of Song Shihe standing on the balcony.He walked over and opened the balcony door, only to be greeted by a strong smell of smoke.

Song Shihe turned his head when he heard the sound of the door being opened, and saw that he was holding a cigarette with falling stars in his hands, the aftertaste of a puff of smoke was still in his mouth, and his hair was a little messed up by the wind. He saw Ji Yusheng frowned slightly after smelling the smoke, and then turned around again. After exhaling a puff of smoke towards the sky, he lowered his hand to pinch the cigarette before turning back.

Seeing the galaxy fragments that seemed to be forcibly extinguished, Ji Yusheng's heart twitched again.

Ji Yusheng saw Song Shihe's actions as if he didn't want to see himself again, so he said goodbye to him: "Sir, I will come to you in a few days, please take good care of yourself and rest well."

Song Shihe glanced at him, and without responding, he turned his head again, looking at something in the distance.Ji Yusheng hesitated for a while, and said behind Song Shihe's back: "Sir, smoking is not good for your health, it's better to smoke less."

Song Shihe turned his head when he heard the words, smiled palely and asked, "Do you care?"

Looking carefully at Song Shihe's side face for the first time since the reunion, Ji Yusheng really felt that Song Shihe had lost a lot of weight.

He replied with some sadness: "Of course I care..."

Song Shihe twitched the corners of his mouth as if he wanted to laugh, but maybe it was too cold in winter and the corners of his mouth were too lazy to move, so he couldn't laugh in the end, so he could only ask again in a low voice, "Is it also to relieve the guilt in my heart?"

"no......"

Seeing Song Shihe's sad side face, Ji Yusheng couldn't speak for a moment and could only shake his head.Song Shihe ignored him, raised his head, looked at the gray sky and said lightly: "You go."

Seeing that Song Shihe was no longer looking at him, Ji Yusheng was silent for a while, then turned and pushed open the balcony door to leave.

After walking out of the gate, Ji Yusheng took out the card in the bag, remembering the scene just now.

He passed by the flower shop, and suddenly remembered the flowers shining in the sun on the day of saying goodbye, and when he realized it, he had already bought a bouquet of flowers.

"Sir, this is a heartfelt card. You can write what you want to say to your sweetheart on it, and then tie it on the bouquet." The florist handed him a pen and said.

He knew that he was not qualified to tell Song Shihe his heart, but he still couldn't help but took the pen. When writing the card, he thought of every night when he wrote a letter to his husband before, and all his thoughts seemed to come through. The strokes of the pen spilled, conveyed through winged letters.

But the card was tied up with a rope. When he arrived at the door of Song Shihe's house, he pulled the card off and put it back in his pocket.

Now he turned it out again, and opened the card tied to the bouquet, with his own black handwriting on it.

"Thinking of you is as deep as the stars in the sky, and my sincerity for you is as pure as white."

"The flowering period of the baby's breath is the time when I love you and miss you."

Gypsophila blooms four seasons, longing for long, long love.Just like my husband told him back then, life will never change, love will last forever, and I will love him for a long, long time.

But now this seems to be a card that can only be sent in dreams.

The author has something to say:

When conceiving this chapter, I don’t know why the scene in my mind is so clear, it’s like walking through a movie, it’s amazing