swimming fish

Moonlight slanted down from the window, shining on the seat where both Song Yu and Ji Anhe had sat.

The people who used to be in this position were entangled on the high platform in the middle of the room, and a beam of light poured down from above enveloped the inseparable two people on the stage, and also enveloped the acoustic guitar with nowhere to rest on the stage. , and the half-glass of fish kisses that was forgotten overturned by the guitar.

The strings of the guitar run through the splashed blue fish kisses, and the blue fish kisses also soak the strings of the guitar.

Fish kisses spread around the strings of the guitar and slowly dripped to the ground.

Till the affair is over--

Song Yu hugged Ji Anhe into his arms, breathing heavily: "Mr. Ji."

"Ah."

"Ji Anhe." Song Yu called again.

"En." Ji Anhe answered two or three times tirelessly.

Song Yu hugged him tighter, and called again: "Ji Anhe."

"You want to just call me that, in the middle of the night?" Ji Anhe held back his breath, and asked seriously.

"You have to get on the plane tomorrow, so don't you have to go directly to the company the day after tomorrow?" Song Yu said even more aggrieved, "I don't dare to be harsh, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it later."

Ji Anhe met the eyes of Song Yu beside him, and he met the sincerity in Song Yu's eyes. He originally wanted to ask Song Yu how he knew, but also thought that his mobile phone had never avoided Song Yu, and Song Yu wanted to Knowing is also easy.

Song Yu thought that Ji Anhe's silence was because Ji Anhe didn't believe him, and added sincerely for it: "That's it, it's not enough, no matter how you do it, it's not enough. Mr. Ji should know, I can't wait to make you Chained to me, locked into my bones, so that it doesn't..."

Ji Anhe kissed him, and Song Yu couldn't help but to-yu-xi-du-family-organize-organize, more-more-exquisite-color-respect-please-close-note.The spoken ending is sealed.

Even though this was an ending that both of them accepted and were prepared to face directly, he still didn't want to hear Song Yu say it.

Anyway, he's always been like this - deceitful.

But it's not the first time he's cheated, he thought to himself mockingly.

"Let's change the subject. A love is all about having fun." Ji Anhe pretended to be free and easy, which was the reason Song Yu told him at the beginning.

An affair, there is no need to make it heavy because of separation.

Have fun, that's all.

Song Yu smiled wryly and changed the subject: "When I went back to the inn, I heard a little girl say that Mr. Ji left flowers for me?"

"Yeah. At the base of the city wall, I saw that little girl, so I bought it."

"That's all?" Song Yu propped himself up on his elbow, looking at Ji Anhe beside him, "I still heard that little girl say 'you like'?"

"Well, I said it." Ji An and Dafang admitted.

"Does that mean you like me, or do you like flowers?" Song Yu coaxed.

He still remembered that Ji Anhe never said a word of liking him.

Ji Anhe was silent for a while before seriously answering: "I like them all."

"What, what?" Song Yu asked.

"I like flowers, and I like you too." Ji Anhe looked up at the person who was looking at him with his head propped up and was stunned. He repeated, "I like you, Song Yu. Before, I It seems that I have never said this sentence, but now I say it, I..."

Ji Anhe's words really made Song Yu unable to help himself.

Song Yu leaned over to kiss Ji Anhe without hesitation, kissed his soft and thin lips, and sucked it familiarly, sucking all the fish kisses in Ji Anhe's mouth.

Suddenly he seemed to know why the second cup of fish kiss was called Yu Wen.

This sweet-to-bitter taste is undoubtedly the aftermath of the love that Ji Anhe left for him.

"I like it too. I like you, Mr. Ji." Song Yu choked up, "I don't just like you either."

It's the feeling that I love him more than I like him.

Is deeply in love.

Ji Anhe, who loves him deeply.

It's just that no matter how much you love, it's futile in the face of reality.

On the second night, Ji Anhe still left.

He also secretly exchanged the wind chimes that Song Yu hung on the flower stand in the roof garden and Song Yu's two jars of old rice wine.

In the first few days, Chen Yan came to drink with Song Yu for a few days, but later Song Yu seemed to be a normal person, still running around during the day, and singing at Yu Yu's sister at night.

The first year was fine, even Liang Hao didn't see any clues.

In the second year, Song Yu often sat alone on his roof garden, looking at the cabinet of self-brewed wine that Ji Anhe gave him, and listening to the new wind chimes that Ji Anhe specially moved to the door for him to hang. Lingling's voice made the corner of her mouth curl into a low smile.

This roof garden is full of traces of Ji Anhe, everywhere where he said "I like", those roses, those wines, that string of wind chimes, that gray fur that is blind and ready to bow into Song Yu's arms...

Obviously Ji Anhe has been away for a long time, but these traces of life that Song Yu has never touched always make Song Yu feel that Ji Anhe hasn't left yet, and that the door to the roof garden may be opened in the next second, and the girl who will fall into his arms Gray Mao hugged him, and kissed Song Yu generously and intimately.

However, the thunderstorm that came suddenly in summer rumbled in the sky on the roof of the building, and the thunderstorm shocked Song Yu, who was alone, with a shudder. Song Yu couldn't help but laugh at himself after he realized it.

He touched Huimao's little head with his hand, put Huimao on the cat climbing frame next to the bookshelf, and turned to get wine from the wine cabinet.

The person holding the wine bottle that was about to bottom looked at the three-year-old gray fur on the cat climbing frame, squinted slightly, and asked.

"Little thing, tell me, if you run out of wine..."

But in the middle of the sentence, Song Yu didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly put down the wine bottle he picked up, and changed his words: "Forget it, I won't drink it. If he hasn't come back after drinking...not today." Drink, if you don’t drink tomorrow, it will always be delayed for a few days.”

But the people who were thousands of miles away showed his usual polite smile in the intermingling of toasts, and drank the toasted wine one after another.

"Vice President Ji is still such a good drinker." A fat boss in a slightly tight suit looked over with a wine glass and clinked glasses with Ji Anhe.

"No, Mr. Wang is too polite."

Ji Anhe pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, raised his goblet, and the smile on his eyebrows was still polite and cold: "The king always knows the purpose of my coming here today, and now I have enough wine How about we open the skylight and talk?"

"Hey, don't worry." The man named Mr. Wang waved his hands at Ji Anhe, "I heard that Vice President Ji came back because he borrowed money from Mr. He for the sake of beauties, so he returned to them. Home?"

"Mr. Wang, this...doesn't seem to have anything to do with what we're doing today?" Ji Anhe immediately suppressed his smile, and his eyes became sharper.

"I'm just curious, what kind of beauty can be favored by our Vice President Ji. No, my little daughter, please ask me to ask for her."

Ji Anhe lowered his head slightly, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and declined politely: "Miss Wang is smart and cute, there must be many people who like her, so there is no need for me to be one more. As for the person I like in Linchu...he is more than Ling Yuan is inferior, but she is also unique. Besides, I liked it three years ago, and it has been three years," Ji Anhe sighed, with a sudden smile in his eyes, with a gentleness that he rarely showed in this city ,"I……"

I still like it, but Ji Anhe's words suddenly stuck in his throat.

He hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything.

It's just that he unconsciously drank two more glasses during this dinner party, until Ji Tong, who was put home by him when he got off work, drove to pick him up, the words stuck in his throat were still lingering in his mind , Long time no go.

The author says:

By the way, I have sorted out the outline. There should be only a few chapters left, and it will be over soon. I won’t abuse it any more. It should be sweet in just one or two chapters.