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Putting the bear in the back, Lin He returned to the driver's seat, closed the door and looked at the people around him: "Where are you going now?"

The tinnitus disappeared, but Song Qingyao could feel the abnormal heat on his face.He looked out the window, and when he spoke, he found that his voice was a little hoarse: "You decide."

The clock on the screen pointed to four o'clock, Lin He asked, "What time do you go to eat with your aunt?"

Song Qingyao also checked the time.

He and Ye He made an appointment at six o'clock. Although it was still early, but thinking of the atmosphere just now, he said, "Five o'clock."

Lin He started the car: "Then you set up a navigation, and I will take you there."

Song Qingyao clicked on the navigation interface, selected his mother's house from the frequently used addresses, and the female voice greeting from the navigation sounded in the car.Lin He drove out of the parking lot and crossed the street following the suggested route.

The LED lights on the back row of the bus in front showed the next stop [Xiamen University West Village]. Lin He looked at those words and asked, "Where is Xiamen University?"

Song Qingyao looked at the shops along the street on his side: "In front is the west gate of Xiamen University."

Xiamen University is known as one of the most beautiful campuses in China. Lin He had heard of it even if he had never been there, so he couldn't help but look forward.After passing the pedestrian bridge, there is a school gate with a sense of age standing in front of a large open space on the left, and the four three-dimensional golden characters of "Xiamen University" are directly above it.Lin He slowed down and saw that besides the vehicles coming in and out of the gate, there was also a long queue at the pedestrian crossing next to the gate, and the security guards were registering one by one.

"Those people aren't students, are they?"

"That's a tourist," Song Qingyao explained, "After registering with the ID card, you can enter Xiamen University for sightseeing."

Lin He's attention was focused on the area around the school gate, the speed of the car slowed down, the car behind honked its horn, he regained his senses and continued to look ahead.Song Qingyao glanced at him and said, "If you want to go in, I'll show you around one day."

Lin He asked, "Have you ever gone in?"

"Well," Song Qingyao looked out of the window on his side again, "I've been there many times, and when I was young, I thought that I would take the exam here when I grow up."

"Then why didn't you take the exam?"

Not wanting to recall the past when he was excluded, Song Qingyao only said that he wanted to change the environment, and he became quiet after answering.Lin He stepped on the brake slowly, letting the pedestrians on the zebra crossing ahead pass first, and took advantage of this gap to reach out and hold Song Qingyao's cool hand.

"Not happy?"

Song Qingyao looked back at him: "No."

Lin He stared into his eyes, and when he pointed the back of his head at him again, he said, "I'm not happy."

Song Qingyao didn't respond. In fact, he was really not unhappy, but he didn't know why he didn't want to talk all of a sudden.I feel a little tired, a little tired, and want to be alone.However, he didn't hate the warmth coming from the palm of his hand. Instead, he felt that the warmth that could be held made people want to relax even more.

Looking at the mother who was sitting on a plastic stool in the noodle grocery store and guiding her son to do homework, his consciousness was a little wandering, and then he felt another hand move in his palm. He thought that Lin He was going to pull back to drive, but unexpectedly He only pulled away a little, and gently scratched his palm with his fingertips.

It felt itchy, an itching that went straight to the heart.Song Qingyao looked back at Lin He, the car had already started, Lin He smiled at him, focused on the road ahead, and continued to scratch his palms in corners where the surrounding vehicles and passers-by could not see.

Looking down at the hand in his palm, he felt that Lin He was really childish, but——

Grasping that restless hand, he looked at the scenery outside the window, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

After driving to the downstairs of the community where Ye He lived, Song Qingyao told Lin He not to drive in.His hands were not convenient for driving, so he let Lin He continue to drive, which also made it easier for Lin He to commute to and from get off work.

"Senior, wait a minute." Seeing him unbuckle his seat belt to open the door, Lin He stopped him, and when he turned around, he also unbuckled his own seat belt, stretched out his hand to hook the back of his neck, and lightly touched his lips. light touch.

Lin He was not attached to this kiss, and even this kiss was as light as a touch of water, which is rare between them, but Song Qingyao's heartbeat still responded to this kiss.

Lin He reluctantly let go of him, and seeing him looking down at the console, he held his left hand and said, "Can I wait here for you to come out, and send you back at night?"

Song Qingyao said: "My mother hasn't been sleeping well recently, and I will stay here with her for a night when I come back."

The atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy, Lin He stared at the small mole on the back of his hand, and said after a while: "Okay then, tomorrow I will be working the night shift, can I go to your place during the day?"

Song Qingyao withdrew his hand, and left a sentence "Let's talk later" when he turned to open the door.

Lin He's hands were empty, and when he looked up at him again, he had already closed the car door.The hand that was held by him just now was put into the coat pocket, and the two belts hanging from the back of his waist swayed left and right as he strode away, as if the hands of a clock were swaying on Lin He's heart.

It wasn't until his figure turned into the gate and disappeared that Lin He reluctantly looked away and clenched his right hand that was still warm.

Aunt Gu opened the door, put Song Qingyao's slippers in front of the triangular stool next to her, and reminded her in a low voice, "Your mother is not in a good mood today, and she is resting in the room now."

As soon as Song Qingyao sat down, he glanced from the entrance to the living room after hearing the words: "Why?"

"Mr. Yang." Aunt Gu frowned, but Song Qingyao understood immediately, and asked calmly, "He's here again?"

"Yes," Aunt Gu knelt down, put the shoes Song Qingyao took off into the shoe cabinet, and went to the living room together after he got up, pointing to the boxes of gifts on the coffee table, "Mr. Yang brought these in the afternoon. Originally, he insisted on waiting for you here, but his wife sent him away because she said you would not come over today."

Unbuttoning the horn buttons on the waist of the coat, Song Qingyao asked, "Do you know what he said?"

"What else can I say? What he means is that he doesn't want to divide and wants your mother to persuade you again."

Aunt Gu reached out to help Song Qingyao take off his coat, watching Song Qingyao roll up his sleeves to his elbows and head towards the bathroom.

After closing the door, Song Qingyao turned on the faucet of the sink, poured cold water on his face, and poured it a few times before suppressing his upset emotions.He took out a face towel to wipe off the water, and waited until the self in the mirror could not see anything strange before knocking on Ye He's door.

"Come in."

Ye He rested on the chaise longue, saw that it was him who came in, lifted the blanket on her body and sat up, smiled and stretched out her right hand towards him.

Song Qingyao caught Ye He's hand, and before he could speak, he heard Ye He ask: "Why are your hands so cold? Did you take off your coat or did you just go out in this light?"

"I just took it off when I entered the door. I just washed my hands in cold water." Song Qingyao explained, seeing Ye He's fingers touched his shoulders, he went to pull his scarf again, and asked in surprise: "What's going on? What's the matter?" So many Band-Aids? What did Yang Tingwei do?!"

In the last sentence, Ye He's tone changed, and Song Qingyao hurriedly pulled her hand: "No, I haven't seen him these days."

"Then how did you get hurt?" Ye He was still worried. Song Qingyao was afraid that her nervousness would aggravate her insomnia symptoms, so she had to say: "It was Mengmeng who scratched it. Didn't I go with Ji Gan to pick it up two days ago?" , Mengmeng hasn't seen me for a long time, and the claws are not serious."

Ye He has also seen Mengmeng of Ji Gan's family many times. That little fox dog is very obedient and never hurts people with its paws.Ye He asked seriously: "Tell me the truth, did Yang Tingwei do it, or was there another medical trouble?"

These two situations will make Ye He continue to be nervous. Song Qingyao remembered what Dr. Fang told him when he met Dr. Fang today. look at him.

Song Qingyao felt very embarrassed about having a showdown with his mother. As soon as he turned to Ye He, he asked, "How old is he? Is his character good? How is the family situation?"

"What's his name? Do you have a photo?" Ye He patted Song Qingyao's thigh, "Show me his photo."

"Mom—" Song Qingyao couldn't bear it any longer, and looked back at Ye He, who had a surprised and joyful expression, "Don't be like this, there's nothing like a horoscope."

"Why didn't you just leave it?" Ye He looked at the band-aid exposed under his scarf, "Why are you hiding it now? Show me his photo, Mom will refer to it for you, don't meet the second one again." Yang Tingwei."

Song Qingyao's cell phone was in his trouser pocket, but he couldn't resist Ye He's urging, so he could only take it out, found a selfie with Lin He when he was traveling in Qingdao from the photo album, and handed it to Ye He.

Seeing his mother zooming in on Lin He's face for a closer look, and sometimes nodding at the intimacy between the two of them, Song Qingyao felt as if there was a nail under his buttocks, which made him almost unable to sit still, so he got up and walked to the French window, and opened the sliding door Go out and get your breath.

It's not the weekend, and the mall next door below doesn't make any disturbing activity noise.Song Qingyao raised his arm and put it on the guardrail, looking down casually, but was stunned when he saw that his car was still parked in place.

Lin He leaned against the co-driver's door, facing the direction of the gate of the community.At his height, he couldn't see clearly what Lin He was doing, but he could tell from his movements that Lin He should be smoking.

The sound of Ye He's footsteps came from behind, Song Qingyao turned around immediately, Ye He was already in front of him, handed him the phone and said, "You haven't told me his name yet?"

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Lin He (running over quickly): Hello, auntie, my name is Lin He, and this is my mobile phone number 13xxxxxxxxx.

Song Qingyao (too late to stop): ...