The tablemate I have a crush on is a paranoid

The spicy and slightly bitter beer entered her throat, and Xia Songyue immediately covered her mouth and coughed, her snow-white cheeks turned slightly red, as if she had been choked.His reaction made Ji Shixuan feel a little surprised, his broad and slender palm lightly patted his back twice, and he asked, "Drinking for the first time?"

There was a little bit of bitterness on the tip of her tongue, Xia Songyue wrinkled her nose, because of coughing, her round and big cat eyes glistened, looking a little pitiful, "Nonsense, I specially asked you to practice."

It may be because of his good looks and his young age, so Zhou Muyang never took Xia Songyue to drink, even if it was just beer, but Xia Songyue thought he could have a drink, so he went out to find Ji Shixuan to practice with Xia Yuanqing, So as not to make a pour in the future.

Ji Shixuan waited patiently for Xia Songyue to stop coughing before handing him a can of opened beer. After watching him take a few sips, he suddenly said: "Drink the wine in big gulps, otherwise Can't do it."

Xia Songyue bit the mouth of the beer can and pondered for a while, feeling that what he said made sense, so she began to gulp it down. The lines of his raised jaw were graceful and fragile, and a little cold beer spilled from the corner of his mouth along his white and slender body. His neck flowed through his Adam's apple, his delicately protruding collarbone and sank into his chest, and soon wetted a small piece of his clothes.

When a can of beer ran out, Xia Songyue burped a little, propped her hands on the cashmere blanket, looked up at Ji Shixuan with a pair of glistening cats, and smacked her mouth, as if a little disgusted , "The taste of this wine is not very good, it is bitter, why do you like to drink it? It seems to be bitter, or I drank it wrong..."

He was talking to himself, his voice getting softer and softer, the corners of his eyes seemed to turn red, probably because he was drunk.

Ji Shixuan's deep and dark eyes quietly watched Xia Songyue's delicate and lustrous skin like white jade under the moonlight. Hearing his somewhat confused and vague words, he couldn't help laughing. Before he could speak, he saw Xia Songyue stand up. One leg seemed to stand up, but it suddenly fell on the cashmere blanket, and then lay motionless, a pair of round big cat eyes opened without focus, and the eyes were a dazed water color.

It seemed that he was really drunk, Ji Shixuan didn't touch him, picked up the beer in hand and drank a couple of sips, the two of them just sat down and sat quietly for more than ten minutes, Xia Songyue suddenly said, "Ji Shixuan, why do you hate me? dad?"

The soft and low voice, like a piece of toffee about to melt, was soft and soft. Ji Shixuan paused, tilted his head and looked at Xia Songyue's side face, and asked him in a flat tone, "Why are you Do you think so?"

"Well..." Xia Songyue blinked her long eyelashes, and her reaction became slow because she was drunk, "You always treat him very coldly, and others are also cold, but you treat him coldly. , especially indifferent, I hope you like my dad's, so that we can be a family..."

While listening quietly, Ji Shixuan stretched out his slender fingers to gently sweep Xia Songyue's white and thin back neck, as if with a hint of comfort, he said in a low voice: "You think too much, I don't dislike you dad."

The skin under the cold fingertips was warm and delicate, as soft as fine silk. Ji Shixuan's fingers subconsciously closed and touched Xia Songyue's slightly raised Adam's apple. An inexplicable longing suddenly came from the bottom of his heart. Before he had time to think about it, Xia Songyue, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sat up with his hands on the ground, but because of his unsteady body, he fell on top of him and fell softly under his body. cashmere rug.

Ji Shixuan was shocked, Xia Songyue's soft and thin lips brushed the corners of his mouth and stuck to the skin on the side of his neck. The warm breath seemed to have a slight smell of alcohol, but when it fell into the tip of his nose, it was sweet and greasy. ,

"...Ji Shixuan, do you like my dad, and I like you too..." Xia Songyue muttered softly but persistently, wrapping her arms around his neck as if hugging a large Doll, "Like it..."

Ji Shixuan fell into a long silence during such intimate contact, a pair of dark eyes like thick ink quietly looked at the ceiling above his head, as if immersed in difficult and tangled choices, the figure of his mother who decided to leave , his father's unbearable abuse and whipping, and the cold home like a hell cage, he finally trembled uncontrollably and closed his eyes, but at the same time stretched out his arms to hug Xia Songyue tightly.

Xia Songyue, who didn't get an answer, fell asleep first as she talked.

After a sleepless night, when Xia Songyue got up, the sky was already bright, and the glaring sunlight was scattered on the bay window through the glass window. He felt a little dizzy, but it didn't hurt. Er has no memory, he is the only one in the bedroom, and Ji Shixuan is nowhere to be seen.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is rare for Xia Yuanqing to be home without work. When Xia Songyue went downstairs, he was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. When he saw him wake up, he said, "Hurry up and have breakfast, we have to go to you later." Grandpa's house."

Xia Songyue searched around on the first floor but didn't see Ji Shixuan's figure. Just as she was feeling strange, Xia Yuanqing told him, "By the way, Xiaoxuan is back home. She told me when she went out in the morning."

"So suddenly?" Xia Songyue took a sip of milk and suddenly felt a little lost, "Then did he say when he will be back?"

"He seems to have said that he will come back after the end of the year," Xia Songyue put down the newspaper she had finished reading, and said with a sigh of resentment, "I don't know if this child has really returned home. You said such a good child, his father Why don't you cherish it? You can ask him another day, if you don't mind, I will raise him as a son and don't go back to that house. "

It has to be said that most of Xia Songyue's life attitudes and ideas are inherited from Xia Yuanqing. For example, both father and son have inexplicable persistence in raising Ji Shixuan.

Xia Songyue's grandfather lived in a small town under T City. Although the old man lived alone, he was very strong. He would go to the small park to do Tai Chi every day. Although Xia Yuanqing wanted to take him to live with him in the city, but The old man said that a big city is full of high-rise buildings, it is better to live in a small town, and friends who live on the left and right know each other, especially the old man Du who is opposite the door, and they get together to play chess and plant flowers every day Grass, life is going well.

"Dad, Songyue and I have arrived at the door." Xia Yuanqing backed up the car while making a phone call with a Bluetooth headset. After a while, the door of the house opened.

The old man over half a century old has a straight back, and his regular facial features can vaguely show the handsomeness of his youth. His temples are slightly white, but he looks in good spirits.

"Hello, grandpa," Xia Songyue called obediently, "happy new year, grandpa."

Lin Fengyan taught art when he was not retired, so he looked very elegant. He touched Xia Songyue's head and said with a smile: "Come in, Grandpa Du is here, remember to call someone when you go in."

Upon hearing the word "Grandpa Du", the smile on Xia Songyue's face froze for a moment. Unlike Lin Fengyan, who taught art, Du Yanwei was a serious retired officer in the army. With good habits learned from the army, Xia Songyue lived in Lin Fengyan's house for half a month when he was five or six years old, and was trained by him like a young soldier. , Returning to the capital is blood and tears.

When Xia Songyue entered the door, Du Yanwei was sitting in the yard. There was a game of chess on the stone table in front of him. His unsmiling face looked very serious. He raised his head when he heard the voice, his black eyes were like It was as sharp as an eagle, and it was locked on Xia Songyue's body at once.

"Hi, Grandpa Du," Xia Songyue twitched the corners of her mouth and tried to smile as naturally as possible, "Grandpa Du, Happy New Year."

Du Yanwei looked at him, beckoned to him to come over, Xia Songyue's back stiffened, and walked slowly.The old man's rough fingers pinched his cheek, and when he put it down, there was a red mark, "Old Lin, are you a grandson or a granddaughter? After all these years, you still look like a milk doll. It's hard to get a wife."

Du Yanwei sighed, his tone extremely sad. He was shocked when he saw Xia Songyue for the first time. At one time, he thought that Lin Fengyan wanted a grandson and was crazy. Even more angry, how can a boy look prettier than a little girl, especially with his milky white skin, he doesn't have the vigor that a good man should have to protect his family and country, so he is regarded as Little scouts practiced for half a month, but Xia Songyue not only didn't get tanned, but fell ill from exhaustion, which frightened him enough.

"Grandchildren, don't you know?" Lin Fengyan pulled Xia Songyue over, "Okay, don't scare my good grandson, this child looks like his father, if you want to blame, blame his father."

Xia Yuanqing, who was lying on the gun as soon as he entered the door with the gift, somehow caught Du Yanwei's eye knife. Xia Songyue slipped into the room silently, took out his mobile phone and sent Ji Shixuan a WeChat message,

Milk Xiaofang: Ji Shixuan, are you home yet?

After sending it and waiting for a few minutes without a reply, Xia Songyue clicked on Ji Shixuan's WeChat profile. The profile picture was all black, and the name only had a simple word "珹". Even the WeChat ID was garbled at the beginning of the system. It was blank, like a fake account, he looked at it and entered the chat page again, counting the ones he just sent in the car, he sent a total of seven WeChat messages to Ji Shixuan, all of which disappeared without a reply.

It was getting colder at night, and the evening wind blew the curtains in front of the French windows, and the swaying shadows fell on the wall. The yard was brightly lit, and a group of people were having a lively barbecue around the charcoal fire.

When Zhang Feiran came up with a stack of barbecue meat, he saw Ji Shixuan sitting on the wisteria rocking chair on the balcony on the second floor, holding his mobile phone in one hand and not looking at it, looking at the endless dark night sky in the distance, slightly lost in thought. Think about something.He walked over and put the plate on the low table in front of him, and shouted, "Old Ji, what are you doing alone? Are you playing deep?"