soft hedgehog

That night, Ji Tong lay alone on the upper bunk for a long time without falling asleep. A pair of shoes appeared in his mind, a scarf appeared in his mind, and an inch cut appeared in his mind, piercing his face so painfully.

When he woke up the next morning, he jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. Unexpectedly, the sofa was empty, and when he probed his hands, he didn't even leave his body temperature.

Liang Changlei was wearing an apron and working on breakfast in the restaurant, when he heard the sound, he poked his head out and called him, "Tongtong is up? Come and eat buns, I'll go buy them in the morning."

Ji Tong put his hands behind his back in an instant, moved over in a daze, sat on the chair and started to be dazed, until his stepfather gave him the chopsticks before he reacted and asked, "Where are my brother and my mother?"

"I went to the hospital to see your Aunt Xiulan." Liang Changlei put out pickles, "I heard that Beibei must be exhausted from the fluid transfusion in the hospital yesterday. They went just to give her a rest."

Ji Tong stood up suddenly, his chopsticks fell to the ground, and asked eagerly, "Why didn't you call me?"

Why did his mother take Liang Yuchen to the hospital to see patients? Isn't that the Aunt Xiulan whom his friends have called him for more than ten years since he was a child?Also, Liang Yuchen didn't even go back to the room, didn't even change his clothes, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hear nothing.

Just hate yourself like this, so much that you would rather have nowhere to sleep or stay than meet him?

Liang Changlei glanced at the chopsticks on the floor and misunderstood his eagerness for a moment.

"Tongtong." There was a hint of earnestness in the opening of the mouth, "Don't worry too much. Your mother took your brother there just to see that you haven't woken up yet. Besides, Yuchen knows Beibei, and he is also very concerned about the situation of the hospital. No other meaning."

The words were clear, but Ji Tong didn't even want to eat breakfast, put on his clothes and hurried out the door, stopped the car and rushed to the hospital.

He didn't know what happened to him either.Although he is concerned about what's going on in Beibei, he can send a message to ask, instead of rushing over there in such a hurry.What's more, Liang Yuchen and his mother have already passed, and he won't be able to help much if he goes again.

But it seems that because Liang Yuchen went, he went all the more.

When he got to the hospital gate, he realized how reckless he was, he didn't even know where he was, and he couldn't bear to call Liang Yuchen, so he called his mother.I searched for the place my mother gave me, and saw two people cuddling up on the blue plastic chair outside the infusion room from a long distance away.

Snuggling is defined by himself, because it is close, and it looks the same as snuggling from a distance.

It was Liang Yuchen and Zheng Beibei.Both of them were still wearing yesterday's clothes. Zheng Beibei was having breakfast, with a dark gray woolen scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, which looked familiar to him.The earrings on her scarf were also replaced with diamonds. She didn't pay attention to it in a hurry last night. Today, it looked extraordinarily bright under the light.

Where did she get the money from?

Ji Tong was thinking wildly, did Liang Yuchen buy it for her?To please her, just like to please yourself.

Liang Yuchen was sitting next to her, holding a cup of soy milk from a chain breakfast shop in his hand.He said before that he doesn't like to drink this, it's too sweet.

Then whose cup of soy milk belongs to, and why is he holding it.

Ji Tong felt that he was stingy, and his teeth ached even after a cup of soy milk.He walked over and stood in front of the two of them. Beibei was the first to notice. He looked tired but seemed to be in a good mood: "Why did you come here?"

Liang Yuchen turned his head to find that it was him, and avoided him calmly.The pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose separated the two of them like a physical barrier.

In addition to teeth, Ji Tong's throat also started to sour: "Did I bother you?"

I am used to enjoying special treatment, and it is unbearable to suddenly return to normal, let alone cold treatment.

Zheng Beibei seemed quite inexplicable, and glanced at the things in his hand: "Eat a deep-fried dough stick, it's nothing to bother you. Are you coming to see my mother?"

He stabilized his mood and nodded: "How is Aunt Xiulan?"

"Fortunately, I'm ready to go home after the transfusion."

"Well, that's good." He pretended nothing happened, "Is my mother here to accompany her?"

Zheng Beibei nodded: "Aunt Hu and Gothen Yuchen came a long time ago, saying that you are still sleeping late."

Liang Yuchen's gaze never met his.

Ji Tong grabbed the seam of his trousers, his voice was soft and hoarse: "No one called me, but I can actually get up."

Zheng Beibei was afraid that he would feel awkward, so he complained that Liang Yuchen didn't call him when he came over, and teased him to save the siege: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you come or not, if you come later we will all be home, Brother Yuchen also wants you to sleep more for a while."

The more she protects Liang Yuchen, the more unhappy Ji Tong feels. In less than 24 hours, he has gone from best friend and most favored younger brother to dispensable person.

He sat down next to Liang Yuchen, quietly grabbed his brother's sleeve, and seemed to lack confidence in speaking: "Brother, I didn't eat breakfast either."

Act like a baby on eggshells.

Zheng Beibei heard it: "There is still half a deep-fried dough stick here, do you want it?"

After speaking, he handed over the fried dough sticks wrapped in a paper bag.Liang Yuchen retreated slightly, and his sleeves were pulled away.

Ji Tong stared down at his brother's knee, and refused to take it with stiff hands: "I don't like deep-fried dough sticks, my brother knows."

"Then what do you mean, you want Brother Yuchen to go out to buy? It's quite cold outside."

"Can't you?" he asked.

When he spoke, he was still coquettish and arrogant, deliberately trying to compete with Zheng Beibei.

"But around here—"

"Ignore him." Liang Yuchen suddenly cut off the conversation coldly.

Ji Tong was stunned.

Zheng Beibei shut his mouth in embarrassment, neither holding nor eating the fried dough sticks in his hand.

"I came here to see Beibei," Liang Yuchen looked directly at him for the first time today, "I didn't buy you breakfast."

Ji Tong's nose was sour, his eyes almost turned red on the spot, his two eloquent lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.He didn't expect Liang Yuchen to talk to him like this, and it was in front of outsiders.

Zheng Beibei reassured: "Let's just have a bite."

Ji Tong turned his back to the two of them: "Don't eat."

The three of them couldn't talk well, so they sat silently in the corridor outside the infusion room.After a while, Hu Aihua asked Liang Yuchen to call the nurse, saying that the needle was almost finished and he could leave after pulling out the needle.

She asked Liang Yuchen to order two cars, and joked that if Ji Tong didn't come, one would be enough, it would be a waste of gas.

As soon as Liang Yuchen left, Ji Tong put his hands between his knees and stared at the red painted floor of the corridor, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

"Beibei, let me ask you something."

Zheng Beibei threw the fried sticks and was wiping the oil on his hands with paper: "You ask."

"The scarf around your neck...was it my brother who gave it to you or borrowed it from you?"

The difference of one word makes a world of difference.

"This?" Zheng Beibei touched the scarf with a clean wrist, "I borrowed it, of course I borrowed it."

With all his strength, Ji Tong returned to his limbs, his legs were twisted together like scissors, and he reached out and gently tugged at the corner of the scarf: "Then you have to remember to return it."

Zheng Beibei glanced at him strangely: "Your family went bankrupt?"

"If you're not bankrupt, you can't send things randomly. It's inappropriate to waste money."

A hand was pasted on the forehead: "If you are not sick, get an infusion if you are sick."

Ji Tong rolled his eyes: "You are sick."

After a while, the car also arrived.

Hu Aihua and Ye Xiulan were naturally inseparable. Zheng Beibei was supposed to be with her mother, but she insisted on taking the other car with Liang Yuchen.

"I have something to study and ask Brother Yuchen." She said.

Ye Xiulan was wearing a coat, and she nodded while sitting in the car: "Alright, with the current situation at home, you must not delay your studies."

Of course, Hu Aihua did not refuse: "Tongtong, come and sit in front. Beibei, if there is anything you don't understand, try to ask Yuchen, he is a great student!"

When others praised Jitong for her modesty, she accepted the compliments for Liang Yuchen with pleasure, and sometimes even complimented her a few words along the way, which made it even more obvious that she was not mean as a stepmother.

Liang Yuchen stood aside and did not speak.Ji Tong looked at him and then at his mother who urged him for the second time, and reluctantly got into the car.

—

In the car with only two people, it was rare for Zheng Beibei to ask to sit in the back with Liang Yuchen.

While navigating, the driver chatted on WeChat with the rest of the convoy. The car was not quiet, but rather lively.

Zheng Beibei had the feeling of escaping from the hospital, rescued his mother, regained a new life, and felt extremely relieved.

Liang Yuchen, on the other hand, seemed to be out of spirits.He didn't sleep well last night, and there was a slight bruise under his eyes.

"Brother Yuchen, are you in a bad mood?" Zheng Beibei asked.

"No." His voice was hoarse.

"You don't need to lie to me." She tucked in the corner of her clothes and said calmly, "I know you had a fight with Ji Tong."

Liang Yuchen crossed his fingers between his legs, neither saying yes nor no.

Zheng Beibei half-truthfully said: "I told you before that he sometimes makes people feel tired, and now you know I'm right."

Liang Yuchen said, "It has nothing to do with him."

It was because he thought too much, thinking that he had a place in Ji Tong's heart.

Zheng Beibei took the scarf from his neck and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Liang Yuchen said: "I still have it, you keep it."

"No, I'm more sensible and I don't like to fight with others."

"Just a scarf."

But Zheng Beibei is a girl, and no matter how short her hair is, she still has delicate hair. After careful consideration just now, she understood what Ji Tong meant, so she decided to return the scarf.

She turned her head, rested her chin and looked out the window, and after looking for a while, she leaned her head against the glass.

"If my mother and father divorced a few years earlier, and then went to your fruit store to buy things, maybe my mother could marry your father, and then you would be my brother."

Then she can accept the scarf.

Liang Yuchen pretended to be confused: "Will your dad have a heart attack when he hears this?"

Zheng Beibei chuckled: "That's good."

The daughter's family has a good face, and Liang Yuchen is willing to save her face, which is harmless.Besides, he is also willing to treat Zheng Beibei as his younger sister, and he has no other intentions. He believes that Zheng Beibei is the same.

This is the tacit understanding of people who are also precocious.

When he was almost home, Zheng Beibei had already shaken off his sorrow, and returned to his willfulness and ease.

"I have to watch my mother at home for the past few days. If nothing happens, it proves that her mood is basically stable. Then I will take you to relax." She said in an old-fashioned tone of someone who has been here, "As a thank you for helping me these few times .”

Liang Yuchen couldn't laugh or cry: "You still take me to relax?"

What does a little girl know.

"Receive your contempt." Zheng Beibei bared him, "Have you ever played Bundi?"

"No."

"Then your life is incomplete."

Liang Yuchen laughed again: "I'm not a moon cake, why should I be so complete."

"It's better to be whole."

"no need."

"You're welcome."

"It's really not necessary."

The conversation got more and more sideways, and the driver finally couldn't help but cough loudly: "Cough!"

I'm probably thinking that girls these days are too proactive, like a shy insulator, forcing a big man into a corner and forcing him to be complete.

Liang Yuchen and Zheng Beibei looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Well," he finally compromised, "you should also change your mood."

—

Five days later, it was warm enough to barely wear a coat. The sun seemed to be fished out of a hole in the ice, and it hung golden and warm in the sky again.

Tian'er is so good, but it's a pity that Ji Tong is ill, and his mental illness adds to his physical illness.

He has had a cold for two days, but he didn't have a fever. He just sneezed and had a runny nose. The skin on both sides of his nose was scratched, and he lay listless on the bed all day.

Liang Yuchen didn't stay at home very much recently, saying that he had a part-time job, and when he didn't have a part-time job, he said he would go to the library to study, but he didn't want to stay at home anyway.

Ji Tong knew that he must have offended him greatly, and felt sore and unbearable, so naturally he couldn't cheer up.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yang Xiao called. He touched the phone and said "Hello" feebly.

"What are you doing, Ji Tongtong?" There was a sense of pride in his voice.

That's right, he's had a heated fight with Ji Qingyang recently, and even his best friend doesn't like to talk to him.

Ji Tong turned on the lamp and turned over, with a thermometer under his arm: "Lying down."

Beep--

When the time was up, he took out the thermometer and saw that it was 36 degrees 5, which was very healthy.

He couldn't even find an excuse to call Liang Yuchen.

"It's a great holiday, why do you say you are lying down?" Yang Xiao laughed, "Go out and play, there are me and Ji Qingyang, and Beibei is also there."

"No." Ji Tong closed his eyes, not interested at all.

"You rejected me without even asking where you were going, I'm so sad." This man's mood became better and better, and his mouth became poorer and poorer.

"Where are you going?" He asked casually.

"Nightclub!"

The excitement on the other end of the phone was like that of a bridegroom on a wedding night in a bridal chamber, and he almost rubbed his hands.

Ji Tong hoarsely said: "Why are you so excited to take your girlfriend to a nightclub? Can you still ask for someone's phone number in front of her?"

Yang Xiao smiled innocently: "It's a rare opportunity to let her relax, she is happy, and I am happy when she is happy."

Ji Qingyang's mother was released, and both mother and son had nothing to do with the whole incident, and they were no longer helpless, so during this period of time, life gradually returned to normal.

"go Go."

"Don't go."

"go Go!"

"Don't go, don't go."

Ji Tong refused impatiently: "I'm not interested in disco."

"Tsk." Yang Xiao said helplessly, "You are so boring. All right, then the four of us can play by ourselves."

"Four?" He asked leisurely, "Who else, Zheng Beibei has a boyfriend?"

"Where is it? I haven't heard of it." Yang Xiao was quite surprised, "It's Brother Yuchen, he's here."

In the next second, Ji Tong sat up like a spring: "Call a car, call a car!"