Cloudy but no rain

In the second half of the night, it began to rain lightly outside the window, the kind of rain that would not make thunder, the lingering rain.

I don't know if it's because the windows are not closed, the sound insulation effect is almost ineffective, and Ji Zhifei is woken up by the sound of rain at night.

He subconsciously touched his forehead, it wasn't hot, and he also found that he was no longer dizzy, and his whole body was much more relaxed, like a long-distance runner with a heavy load. , a little out of breath.

He propped himself up, and wanted to take off a layer of quilt, but when he lifted the quilt, he found that Su Fengmian was sleeping next to him, two or three fists away from him.

Ji Zhifei didn't forget that he asked Su Fengmian for a kiss, and it's impossible that he didn't know that Su Fengmian hardly slept in the first half of the night in order to reduce his fever.

Because of taking antipyretics and covering him with a thick quilt, Ji Zhifei was sweating all the time, so Su Fengmian kept wiping himself sweat, changed two clothes for himself in the middle, and washed towels several times.

Ji Zhifei was confused by the fever, but he knew that Su Fengmian was always there, even though he didn't know when he fell asleep after the fever subsided, and he didn't know when Su Fengmian was lying beside him.

He gently lifted the extra quilt, Su Fengmian moved slightly, turned around, and turned to Ji Zhifei's side.

Ji Zhifei bent down cautiously again, with his right hand bent and propped up on the bed, Su Fengmian seemed to be sleeping under him obediently.

He raised his left hand, and his index finger was like a lunar probe, carefully and slowly, touching Su Fengmian's temples like walking on thin ice. The hair on the temples was shaved, and the short and thick hairs stood up one by one. It seemed that there was a clever reaction with Ji Zhifei's index finger fingerprint, which made Ji Zhifei feel very comfortable.

But Su Fengmian didn't respond, probably because he was too tired.

So he caressed Su Fengmian's hair, hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and kissed Su Fengmian's forehead, the temperature of the forehead was higher than his lips, warm and hot, which made Ji Zhifei very attached, so he kissed Su Fengmian's eyes again, Further downstream is Su Fengmian's upper lip.

Su Fengmian woke up, a little surprised, a few syllables came out from his throat, Ji Zhifei realized that the person under him woke up, and let go of Su Fengmian reluctantly.

But Ji Zhifei didn't expect that Su Fengmian put his arms around his shoulders, like a seal, deepening the kiss.

Ji Zhifei didn't know what Su Fengmian was thinking, actually Su Fengmian didn't know what he was thinking either.

Confusedly, he wanted to kiss Ji Zhifei, and also wanted more contact.

They lingered for a long time, until the rain outside the window gradually became heavier, and there was a thunder from a far away place, Su Fengmian tilted his head, and Ji Zhifei raised his face.

He heard Ji Zhifei ask, "Can we continue?" The voice was very hoarse, which made Su Fengmian's heart tighten. Su Fengmian could no longer decide whether it was possible or not.

Faced with Ji Zhifei like this, it is impossible for him not to have a physical reaction, but his rationality told him not to have a relationship with someone so vaguely again.

It's just that this bottom line appears small and fragile in front of Ji Zhifei.

Su Fengmian didn't speak, his expression seemed forbearing.

Ji Zhifei suddenly fell silent, not waiting for Su Fengmian's response, but a psychological silence.

They all thought of what happened more than ten years ago.

Regarding this matter, Ji Zhifei has a lot to ask, but he can't ask, no matter how he asks, it seems to be exposing a scar, not to mention that he has already said "recognize".

After being silent for a long time, Su Fengmian bit his lower lip, his body had reached the limit of endurance, and his breathing became heavy.

So he said quietly, "Okay."

For Ji Zhifei, this sentence is undoubtedly the first note in a chapter of music, and from this note, every melody is played gradually.

(…)

At the end, he didn't say anything, Ji Zhifei called Su Fengmian's name several times, wanted to say "I love you" but couldn't say it.

He's afraid to say it, and he doesn't want to say it during sex, because it makes "I love you" sound insincere, like an empty declaration.

The night became very long. After Su Fengmian took a bath, Ji Zhifei probably fell asleep again.

In fact, after taking a bath, Su Fengmian was completely awake. He didn't know whether he would regret having sex with Ji Zhifei out of nowhere, but he couldn't blame Ji Zhifei, it was he who compromised, in other words, he was asking for trouble.

He won't believe that Ji Zhifei likes him, their relationship at this time is more like friends with sex who have eaten grass on the edge of their nest.

And having sex with a lover you can't get, after enjoying it, there will only be a deeper emptiness.

He lay next to Ji Zhifei, looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, he didn't know what time it was, anyway, it was almost dawn.

He thought about the worst outcome, that is, if everyone forgets about it again, whether his mother is discharged from the hospital or dies unfortunately, in short, if they fly back to the northern city, they will go back to the way they were before. Not far or near relationship.

Even if this result, Su Fengmian will not accept it, he knows that it will take him a long time to digest this relationship that has a beginning and an end.

Su Fengmian thought about it, and couldn't sleep even more, so he felt under the pillow, found a cold mobile phone, and took it out to look at it.

But as soon as he turned on the screen, he knew it wasn't his phone, because the WeChat interface was filled with a lot of information, large and small group chats and so on.

Su Fengmian's WeChat will not have such miscellaneous news.

He wanted to put it down and return it to its original owner, but this is Ji Zhifei's cell phone, and Su Fengmian wanted to take a look at it selfishly - he just clicked on a dialog box.

The other party's name was Li Jinxiu, and it was the latest news in the message bar. Before he clicked on it, Su Fengmian just thought it was a message. He wanted to go back and mark it as unread.

But I didn't expect that after the other party sent an "ah", they sent messages continuously, and the words "the other party is typing" made Su Fengmian at a loss.

He was almost forced to accept the message from Li Jinxiu.

Li Jinxiu: Well, let me tell you something, your girlfriend passed away, and the case was just filed in our hospital, so my condolences will change.

A total of five messages are enough to make Su Fengmian stare at the phone screen in a daze.

For a while, he didn't know whether he was shocked by "girlfriend" or "death", but any word would choke him, let alone two words forming a sentence.

The amount of information was too much, Su Fengmian shook his hand holding the phone, and the phone fell heavily, hitting the bridge of his nose.

There was a pain in the bridge of his nose, followed by a throbbing pain in his heart.

If even Ji Zhifei, who was sleeping next to him, would do deceitful things, Su Fengmian thought, who else in this world could he trust.

He didn't think about it any further, only the last time he went to the airport to find Ye Fuyi and confronted his son was in his mind.

No matter what, he will not continue on this road of "being a third party", he will not even cross this door, regardless of whether Ji Zhifei's girlfriend Li Jinxiu mentioned is alive or dead.

Ji Zhifei had a very good dream. When he woke up, the day after tomorrow was completely bright, so he stretched himself.

Because of the rain last night, the air became very fresh, and every molecule was contaminated with moisture—the humid climate is the most prominent feature of this southern city.

But before he could enjoy the beauty brought by the sunny day after the rain, he was attracted by the vibrating mobile phone.

His cell phone started vibrating half an hour ago, and the caller insisted on calling him every five or six minutes, but he still didn't wake up.

Ji Zhifei was a little surprised that he had never slept so soundly before, and then he thought of Su Fengmian, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously—in his opinion, they already knew each other's intentions very well, and he wanted to make it clear last night , but he didn't want to ask Su Fengmian's mother to be together when Su Fengmian's mother was ill. He felt it was strange and inappropriate.

But then again, it occurred to him that it seemed like they shouldn't have done this last night.

If it weren't for the physiological nerve impulses that could not be suppressed, and the excessive secretion of a certain hormone at night, Ji Zhifei might still be patient.

He took the mobile phone and answered the call.

"Why did you answer the phone?" Li Jinxiu asked, "Have you checked WeChat? Why haven't you answered me all morning?"

Ji Zhifei said: "I didn't watch it, I just woke up, what's wrong?"

"...you should be mentally prepared," Li Jinxiu pondered for a moment, "Song Jiaomei, passed away. The case filed in our hospital last night showed that the rescue failed for cardiopulmonary failure."

When Ji Zhifei heard the news, there was no special accident. He knew it would happen sooner or later, but sadness and regret were inevitable.

"My condolences are changing," Li Jinxiu added, "By the way, how long have you two been together?"

"What are you together? She and I are friends, not what you think." Ji Zhifei took a deep breath, not intending to explain to Li Jinxiu, and the explanation was useless. He changed the subject, "Will she have a funeral?" ?”

"Tsk, okay, probably not, but her body is in the funeral home, do you want to go?"

Ji Zhifei thought about it, if she didn't handle Song Jiaomei's funeral as a family member, her body would probably be simply cremated in a week or two and nothing would happen.

He didn't want this, and he couldn't bear to watch Song Jiaomei's body disappear.

No matter what, leaving a memorial tablet is a trace of her being in the world.

"Okay, I'll book a ticket to go back today. If the corpse stays for too long, it will cause trouble for the people over there." Ji Zhifei said.

"You have a conscience." Li Jinxiu sighed and hung up the phone.

Ji Zhifei hung up the phone, lay on the bed, and booked an [-]:[-] p.m. plane. He thought about bringing Su Fengmian dinner before leaving.

After booking the ticket, he dialed Su Fengmian's cell phone number, but the other party didn't answer. He tried to dial several times, but Su Fengmian still didn't answer.

He immediately sent a WeChat message to Su Fengmian, put on his clothes, and after washing, he looked at his phone again, but Su Fengmian did not reply to the message.

He didn't know what the reason was, Su Fengmian was gone early in the morning, and he didn't answer his phone and WeChat, if it wasn't because he knew his mother would be in the hospital, he could go to the hospital to find Su Fengmian, Ji Zhifei would probably be overwhelmed by this familiar feeling Tortured to the point of madness.

Many years ago, Su Fengmian walked like this. He seemed to be a person who never wanted to be responsible for his actions, and ran away after sleeping.

Ji Zhifei became a little angry after thinking about it.

He rushed to the hospital, rushed to the previous ward, glanced at it, and his heart fell from the sky like a jumping machine.

He found that there was only one patient sleeping in it—Su Fengmian's mother was discharged from the hospital, and he was completely unaware of this matter.

He only came to one conclusion: Su Fengmian staged another unreasonable disappearance for him this early in the morning.

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