Beginning without end

Song Bai trembled uncontrollably, Qinan's sweet fragrance lingered faintly, but it gave people the illusion that he was about to suffocate.Song Bai's sentence was cut off a few times, and he asked hoarsely: "Mr. Ji, must it be like this?"

Ji Suiyun only said: "Ah Bai, I just want to be less surprised."

Song Bai's facial muscles tugged a little out of control, bringing out a faintly weird smile, he thought, to understand Ji Suiyun, he must be an evenly matched opponent, both of them crawled out of hell , Even the dirt is exactly the same.

Ji Suiyun embraced Song Bai's shoulders, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Ah Bai, I'm a little tired." He is not strong, tough, or ruthless. Song Bai is all in his heart, how can he have Song Bai? Bai imagined that he was so scheming and hard-hearted, but what Ji Suiyun was afraid of was that he took this sick person out, accidentally lost it, and accidentally let him get hurt outside.

Ji Suiyun hugged Song Bai very tightly, as if he was going to embed it into his chest, but it was strangely fragile, his chin rested on Song Bai's neck, and his voice was very soft: "Obey, just stay with me." good."

Don't expect more, for Ji Suiyun, love is like a miracle if you see it, but if you don't see it, it has come like this for so many years.It's just the secret and extreme selfishness in his heart. If he wants it, he doesn't care about the opinions of everyone around him, and he wants to hold it in the palm of his hand.

After Ji Suiyun uttered those words, silence returned, and the breaths of the two were intertwined gently and distantly, creating an illusion of tranquility for no reason.

Time seems to be frozen, and like a slippery loach, it swims a long way inexplicably.Until Ji Suiyun thought that his words were just a one-sided declaration, Song Bai spoke up.

"I can't move anymore."

"Whenever you get tired of playing, just let me go."

"...Be a little nicer to me."

Song Bai was crying, and it was Ji Suiyun who felt it when he kissed him. This child was crying so hard that his heart was about to break. The cold little face was wet and hot, no matter how much he kissed it, he couldn't clean it.

It was another wave of being turned red, and the figures overlapped and overturned, as if under such shallow and warm passion, the tears were also hot.

Song Bai woke up very early the next day, and when Ji Suiyun opened his eyes, he found that Song Bai was already sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him.Somewhat involuntarily, he stretched out his fingertips and tapped the obvious bones on Song Bai's spine, only to be nervous about his actions after he realized it.

Song Bai didn't look at him glaringly or coldly, but turned slightly sideways, his eyes were rare and gentle with doubts.

"Why do you get up so early?" Ji Suiyun almost stuttered.

Song Bai didn't like to talk for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, and he reacted slowly for a while before saying: "I have a headache, I woke up, and I can't sleep."

Ji Suiyun felt that he hadn't heard Song Bai respond so calmly for a long time, and more often he was not as good as the air in front of Song Bai.So flattered that I didn't know how to react.

Song Bai turned his body sideways, and started another topic in good faith: "...I kind of want to use the oven, do you want something to eat?"

"It's fine, it's fine." Ji Suiyun also felt that he was too shameless, so he went over and put his arms around Song Bai's waist: "Don't be tired."

Song Bai smiled very lightly and quickly, like the wings of a butterfly brushing gently on the leaves, the fleeting moment seemed to be Ji Suiyun's hallucination: "Why are you tired."

Ji Suiyun only felt that his head was getting hot, and he spent a busy day at work to accompany Song Bai after busy work.

Zhang Na is not an expert at making pastries, so the kitchen is more or less lacking in something.Song Bai didn't say anything, just changed the material quietly and seriously, added some steps, and it was done.

"It smells so good." Ji Suiyun chanted it several times before the roasting started.

Song Bai raised his eyes to look at him, and sneered, "It's not that exaggerated."

"You smell good." Xu Shi got a good look and wagged his tail uncontrollably.

Song Bai lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then took the cigarette case and went to the balcony without saying a word.

Ji Suiyun was a little discouraged, but he knew that this was normal. What Song Bai said was that he couldn't move, if he really threw himself into his arms, there would be a big problem.

Ji Suiyun silently went to pour a glass of lemonade for Song Bai, but he sat in the living room and waited for a long time, but Song Bai did not come back.When he went out to look for it, there were already three or four cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of Song Bai.

"Why are you more addicted to smoking than I am?" Ji Suiyun frowned, and patted Song Bai's head gently: "It's almost done."

Song Bai waved his hand a little irritably, trying to get Ji Suiyun's hand away, but he forgot that there was an unextinguished cigarette in his hand, and it happened to be burned on Ji Suiyun's right index finger.

Ji Suiyun hissed, and raised his hand with a gloomy expression.

Song Bai shivered violently, shrank and hid all over his body, he couldn't sit still, and fell down.

Ji Suiyun's heart trembled, and he knelt down to hug him spontaneously, but Song Bai closed his eyes tightly, and said softly with a trembling voice: "I didn't mean it, don't hit me..."

Ji Suiyun really hurt now, his eyes were wet from the pain, he looked at Song Bai, choked his throat and said: "Why am I willing to touch your finger again? I know you didn't mean it, and even if it was intentional, you can How is it, Abai?"

So what if it was intentional? He dared to say this, and Ji Suiyun handed the knife to Song Bai.

Ji Suiyun couldn't take it anymore, he looked at Song Bai who was sitting on the ground trembling uncontrollably, and left silently, his back was so lonely and thin that it became a bunch, so dark that there was no light.

Those who are so dazzlingly bright have lost their light.Song Bai opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were as cold as a dreadful knife.Hate can sustain a person more than love.

Once a kind person has resentment, he is better at stabbing others in the heart than a wicked person.Because their kindness is a kind of empathy for others, knowing how to be sad, so they avoid making others sad.

So now against Ji Suiyun, Song Bai is not empty-handed.He became sensitive to cameras and videotapes. In his dreams, he would scream and call for help. When he had a headache, he unconsciously called Lu Fucheng's name. When he was lying under Ji Suiyun's body, he couldn't get hot no matter what Ji Suiyun did. .

In less than a week, Ji Suiyun lost a few pounds, and his eyes were full of fatigue and pain.

"Abai, what do you want me to do?"

Song Bai didn't even need to speak.

"How can you calm down?"

Song Bai turned his back and said to himself: "Tomorrow I'm going to buy egg tart wrappers, and the gelatin powder is gone. The high-gluten flour from before was damp..."

"I dare not touch your computer, I want to buy a cheap one for my own use."