Shen Yi

There is also a lantern show here.

Jian Ying couldn't help but have mixed emotions, she deliberately avoided looking at the man beside her, but also missed the affectionate gaze that the other party was on him and refused to move away.

Jiang Chenyi looked at Jian Ying's side face, thinking of what his mother said to him and his promise that day because of this person's return, he couldn't help showing a bitter smile.

For this person, he really didn't know what to do...

The man in the suit in sight suddenly shuddered unconsciously, watching the other party rubbing his arms vigorously against the wind with deep eyes, Jiang Chenyi pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to drape the coat on the crook of his arm over the other party's face. body.

The latter avoided his hand almost reflexively, and looked at him with defensive eyes.

Jiang Chenyi looked into his eyes, and slowly showed a wry smile: "Brother, you are right, I really want to reconcile with you..."

The man was obviously stunned for a second after hearing his words, but he quickly recovered and showed a sneer, and said to him in a mocking tone: "I waited for this sentence five years ago, now? Sorry, no Rare."

Jiang Chenyi pursed his lips.

"Unless..." Jian Ying's eyes showed a sharpness that he had never seen before, "You tell me the reason for breaking up."

It doesn't matter if he is narcissistic, but during the six months of contact between the two of them after they came back, Jian Ying couldn't convince herself that Jiang Chenyi broke up because she didn't feel for him anymore, so the reason for the two to separate could only be the foreigner. certain force majeure.

He secretly guessed many possibilities, but none of them could explain the current stalemate between the two.

But when he saw the man who was half a head taller than him in front of him, his eyes quickly dimmed after being delighted, and finally stopped talking.

Jian Ying had a panoramic view of the other party's changes, turned her head and sneered, then turned and left without the slightest nostalgia.

Jiang Chenyi held his coat and stood on the spot with his hands down, waiting until the opponent's figure was about to be obliterated by the crowd before following up again not far or near.

Jian Ying gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, until she entered the house before she punched the wall hard as if venting her anger.

Time flies, old people are still there ([-])

When Jian Ying woke up the next day, she felt that her throat was dry and her tonsils were aching.It seems that the cold wind blows last night and catches a cold.

If you catch a cold on the first day of the new year, think about it, there is no one else.

Jian Ying put the back of her hand on her forehead, but because her whole body was feverish, she couldn't detect any temperature difference that could be compared. Instead, her mind was buzzing uncontrollably. What Jiang Chenyi said a few hours ago.

"...I really... want to reconcile..."

Jian Ying felt that he must have been burnt, otherwise, somewhere in his heart, there would be a shameful nostalgia and heartbeat for this sentence that could not be ignored.

However, in the next second, the other party's complicated silence replaced the previous affection.

"Unless you tell me why."

He heard his own voice speak calmly.

Jian Ying suddenly woke up, letting the reality slap her loudly——

Isn't getting dumped once enough?

All the gentleness of that person is an illusion!

However, after waking up in such a trance, the memories that were originally like torn photos in my mind gathered together little by little.

He remembered that he went to the hospital to find Luzhou to help investigate his father's medical records. Before he left that day, he said that he would invite him to dinner, and the two later made an appointment today.

Although she didn't expect that she would be sick on this day, but in this situation she called a difficult chatterbox to explain that she had to break the contract, Jian Ying still had a headache reflexively.

He resigned from the bedside and fumbled for the phone, and almost fell asleep again during the few seconds waiting for the call to be connected, until the other party picked up the phone, Rory talked a long part of Lu's routine opening, and drifted away to nowhere It was only then that Yoyo was summoned back.

It was only when Jian Ying opened her mouth that she realized that her voice was hoarse. She simply expressed her current situation and apology for not being able to attend the appointment in one sentence. Storage location for number and spare keys.

... At least the food is guaranteed.Thinking of this, Jian Ying kept holding the phone, and fell asleep again in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Jian Ying felt someone walking into his room lightly while he was half awake.

Because the visitor had a familiar aura, when the other party gently pulled the phone he was holding out of his hand, Jian Ying cooperated very well without resisting, and followed the other party's strength to let go slightly.

The man put his other hand on his forehead, compared the body temperature of the two, and then fed him some warm water, which made his burning throat feel much more comfortable.He took off his sweat-drenched clothes again, scooped up a hot towel and wiped his body carefully. After tidying up his whole body, he dressed neatly again and sent him back to the bed.

Young Master Jian, who was ill, expressed her endless gratitude in her heart to the visitors for their meticulous care.

The unstoppable thoughts drifted back to the third year of high school, the season of winter and spring.

It happened to be a weekend, and the adults at home were naturally not at home.

When he woke up feeling so uncomfortable, Jiang Chenyi had already stood beside his bed to help him take his temperature.

The boy was still wearing the tracksuit he wore for his morning jog. Seeing that he woke up, he hurriedly leaned over and told him the temperature of his body, and asked him to lie down and sleep for a while. When he went downstairs, he cooked porridge and ate After taking the medicine, the voice was low and gentle, as if water could drip out.

Jian Ying didn't know if it was because of the fever, but she couldn't restrain the heat from rising up on her face, and answered from her throat. Looking at the back of the boy leaving, she couldn't help but look forward to his return in her heart.

When he woke up again, he was lifted by a burst of fresh fragrance. The tall boy had already changed into a set of refreshing home clothes, and was sitting on the edge of his bed, scooping porridge out of a porcelain cup. The attractive golden color exudes a fragrance that should not belong to porridge, which makes people want to move their index fingers even when they are sick.

Jian Ying still remembers the taste of the porridge, it was full of delicious chicken soup, and the chicken that was torn into thin strips was evenly distributed in every mouthful of porridge. At that time, he couldn't help but ate two bowls in a row.

The memory sank deeper and deeper, thinking of the mouth-watering chicken porridge, Jian Ying actually felt as if he really smelled that familiar smell, which caused him to swallow involuntarily, struggled for a moment, and woke up.

On the chair beside the bed, a tall figure was scooping porridge out of a porcelain cup. That action overlapped with the figure of another boy in his memory. Jian Ying blinked, and then she saw clearly who was in front of her now. Luzhou.

That's right, he is the only one who knows that he is sick, how could he think of that person.

The man at the side turned his head when he heard the movement, and immediately showed a bitter smile: "My uncle, you finally woke up..."

Jian Ying rubbed her head and sat up.

It was rare for Lu Zhou to put two cushions behind him thoughtfully before handing him the porridge: "I said, Young Master Jian, you caught a cold on the first day of your new year, and this kind of luck is beyond the reach of ordinary people." ..." As he spoke, the man still took the electronic thermometer placed by the bedside and dripped it on the pinna of his ear, "37.9°C, still a little hot, remember to take this medicine after drinking the porridge."

Jian Ying held the porridge that Lu Zhou handed him, and she couldn't hide her surprise in her eyes: "This, this porridge...who made it?"

To say that just now he thought it was a dream and reality that he didn't distinguish clearly, now that he has the glaring "evidence" in his hand, he can't even deceive himself or others.

Luzhou obviously didn't expect that the first sentence of his friend who was ill when he came to visit him after waking up was this, and he was stunned for a second before quickly answering: "Who else is in this room today..."

Jian Ying narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the man in front of her who was evasive and didn't dare to look at him: "En?"

As a result, the spineless talker immediately became cowardly, opened his mouth, and choked out a stern "Fuck" for a long time, and then began to trick every detail: "You think I want to deceive you...you gave me this morning I came here after making a phone call. I didn’t expect to meet the man who blocked the knife for you in the hospital last time at the gate of your community. Before I said anything, he found the pharmacy in my hand first. Baobao, after knowing that you had a cold, he walked to your door with a calm face. Before I told him that your spare key was in the wall lamp outside the door, he had already come in. As soon as he came in, he went straight to your room and looked at you Lying on the bed in a cold sweat, I don’t know where I found out the thermometer to take your temperature. Knowing that you have a fever, the first reaction is to send me to the farmer’s market next door to find local people to buy chicken! When will this young master contact you? Live chickens! He actually let me watch the live slaughter and then come back. If it weren’t for that person’s momentum, I’m a good citizen... This is the first time I watched a live version of the chicken killing project—I didn’t expect to come back He even changed your pajamas again. Then I started watching him cook your chicken in the kitchen - he was so outspoken that he didn't want me to be in a room with you alone!— So I spent a few hours watching him stew the chicken, and then use chicken and chicken broth to make porridge for you. It was the first time I saw someone make porridge so mouthwatering... He waited until you showed signs of fever before leaving. Before leaving, he told me that your stomach must drink