Beginning without end

Ji Suiyun took Song Bai's hand and walked out. Song Bai's hand was naturally cold, but Ji Suiyun warmed his hand properly in his palm, and didn't let it go all the way.The center of both palms was wet, and it was hard to tell whose sweat it was.

Song Bai was silent all the way, Ji Suiyun's sudden gentleness could only make him feel ridiculous.The relationship between him and Ji Suiyun doesn't need too much romance, indifference and contempt are the best positions.

Song Bai didn't care whether it was the soft policy or the harsh teaching.When Ji Suiyun dragged him from the clouds into the swamp, his whole body was already covered with a thick layer of mud, and he had gone from despair to numbness.

Why put on a show? Is it because there is no more terrible way to humiliate people, wanting to hurt people with a blunt knife?

When Ji Suiyun met Song Bai's eyes, Song Bai hadn't had time to withdraw his indifference and sarcasm. Ji Suiyun could see clearly, but he wasn't too annoyed.Because he no longer wants Song Bai to be just a doll that obeys his orders, and it takes a process to tame a beautiful beast. Although Thunder's method is easy to use, it doesn't have the satisfaction of watching him fascinated after completely capturing this person.Get him, then show mercy and dump him.Ji Suiyun has already laid out layer by layer, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to conquer it.

New Year's Day is no different from the past. The colorful lights and furnishings on the streets have been placed for several days, and people have long been tired of looking at them.Song Bai was always thinking about something, and woke up very early.

It's a bit cloudy today, but the weather forecast says there will be no rain, and I don't know if Lu Fucheng's plane will be delayed.

After Song Bai woke up, he just curled up in the quilt and thought silently, Song Bai didn't move, because Ji Suiyun hadn't gotten up yet, one hand was on his waist, breathing evenly and gently.Ji Suiyun seems to be very used to having someone by his bedside to accompany him at night, and the more popularity in the bedroom makes him sleep a lot more peacefully.

Ji Suiyun woke up on time when it was almost seven o'clock, his biological clock was very accurate, and he was usually extremely self-disciplined.The first time Ji Suiyun woke up, he didn't get out of bed to wash up, but did something similar to staying in bed.He rested his head on Song Bai's shoulder, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Happy New Year's Day, it's time to get up."

Song Bai moved outside and said good morning.

"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll call back and ask the cook to add some dishes for you." Ji Suiyun lightly pecked at the back of Song Bai's neck. He didn't even look at the phone on the bedside table that had been on all morning because of receiving text messages. See, as if the biggest thing in the world is what to eat for lunch.

Song Bai shook his head, avoiding Ji Suiyun's touch slightly, he sat up and turned his head to look at Ji Suiyun, and said softly: "Mr. Ji can arrange it, I'll go wash up first."

Ji Suiyun pursed his lips, stared at Song Bai as he entered the bathroom, indeed, in his position, Song Bai was the only person who was so difficult to please.It's as if a ball of cotton is really facing each other, you can't fight or scold, but when you hold it in your palm, you can only feel a little light and light, hanging on your heart, suddenly far away and then near, close at once.

Song Bai sat on the edge of the bathtub and didn't move for a long time. He didn't know when he was so easily tired and distracted. He seemed to have lost interest in everything and didn't expect too much. Foggy frosted glass.

Lu Fucheng arrived at Pudong Airport at 10:30 in the evening. He sent Song Bai a WeChat message. He didn't want to wait for Song Bai at night. He didn't mention the pick-up. I brought Song Bai a New Year's Day gift.

Song Bai's fingers trembled on the 26 key of the dialogue box for a long time, but he couldn't type a word.He really felt sad.

Breakfast was Ji Suiyun's oatmeal made with milk, and Song Baishi drank a glass without taste.

Ji Suiyun looked at Song Bai's dazed look, because Ji Suiyun was so clear in his heart, so he didn't even ask, and what he uttered was some trivial daily gossip: "I think you've almost finished sewing that dress." , take it when I go back, and let Auntie help you with the rest, Ji Suian misses you too."

Song Bai glanced at him, and his reaction was somewhat imperceptibly sluggish and sluggish, he just nodded, and then quietly calmed down the pain in his heart.

On the way to Ji's house, Lu Fucheng called twice, but Song Bai didn't hear it because it was on mute.In fact, if you hear it, you can't answer it, who knows what Ji Suiyun will do.

The car had just entered the yard and hadn't stopped yet, when I saw Ji Suian running out wearing a fluffy eco-friendly fur vest and a red skirt, followed by an auntie chasing after her with a coat. It's just that the chubby baby fat on his face has disappeared a little, which is probably the reason for his illness a few days ago.

"Brother Abai." The soft and intimate child's voice didn't care about Song Bai's previous missed appointments and made him sick.She called Song Bai before calling Ji Suiyun, and said in a childish voice: "Happy New Year's Day!"

Song Bai picked up the little girl, with a rare smile on his face: "An'an, Happy New Year."

Ji Suiyun smiled and said: "The first greeting in the new year actually passed me to this girl."

Song Bai had no choice but to say Happy New Year to him too.

"It's cool, let's all go inside." Ji Suiyun stood beside Song Bai, and said with a smile: "Ji Suian is getting heavier and heavier. I haven't hugged her since she was three years old."

Ji Suian pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and hugged Song Bai's neck tightly. Song Bai's expression became more gentle, and he even talked to Ji Suiyun in a more friendly voice: "An'an is not heavy, how can a big brother think a girl is heavy?" .”

Ji Suiyun answered yes, and went to open the door for Song Bai first.

Laifu's paw pads were seriously injured at the time, and now there are specialists changing the dressing every day, and the little tiger doesn't like to move, and only ran out of the den with a limp when he saw someone coming back.

Song Bai looked over, and Laifu really lost most of his hair.

Only then did Song Bai remember that the needlework and clothes he brought had left on the back seat of the car. He put Ji Suian down, turned around and wanted to go out to get it, only to find that the paper bag was hanging in Ji Suiyun's hand when he turned his head.

"Missing and forgetting." Ji Suiyun flicked Song Bai's forehead with his index finger, although he blamed him, his tone was indescribably intimate.

Song Bai's heart trembled slightly, and a strong discomfort surged in his throat, and he took the paper bag over without saying a word.

Ji Suian was very curious about what Song Bai brought, but she had been to many luxury and high-end studios. Although the fabrics were stitched by stitches, they seemed different from Song Bai's.

At that time, Ji Suian didn't conclude that this difference is called emotion, and her brother is the same as her.

Song Bai circled Laifu lightly, as naturally as he circled the fat dog raised by the old man downstairs when he was a child. He compared the things he sewed, and it was quite suitable.Ji Suian blinked at him.