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It took a long time for Xia You to recover.

Shang Bei came in a hurry, only wearing a very thin satin pajamas, with the fragrance of shower gel on his body just after taking a shower, through the thin fabric, Xia You could feel his body temperature and obviously abnormal heartbeat.

He belatedly let go of his hands, moved his face away from his chest, and looked at Shang Bei's heart, and asked inexplicably, "Brother, did you run too fast when you came here? Your heartbeat is so fast. "

Shang Beilin froze instantly.

It was too dark at night, and the light of the mobile phone only faintly illuminated a small corner. The person in his arms was too close, and this corner was full of his breath.

He seemed to be shrouded in a hot air balloon, as long as he took a breath, his heart would explode immediately.

He realized that something was probably wrong with him.

Shang Beilin straightened up, took a deep breath, and pursed his dry lips.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the pair of eyes filled with mist, and he said after a while, "Maybe."

He took Xia You home.

Jiang Yulan, who was watching TV in the living room, stood up from the sofa, "I ran so fast just now, what happened?"

"Uncle Xu's house has a power outage, Xia You is afraid of the dark, so stay at home tonight."

Jiang Yulan breathed a sigh of relief, looked upstairs, and thought for a moment, "There is no vacant room at home, the season has changed, and all the sheets and duvet covers in the guest room and study room have been sent for washing, and it will take two days to send them return."

Shang Beilin turned his head and saw Xia You shrunk aside, his mouth tightly pursed, his eyes were red, he must have been really frightened just now.

Shang Beilin felt distressed and hesitated for a moment: "If you don't mind, the bed in my room is quite spacious."

Xia You raised his head, his eyes met his, and his hands on both sides were slightly curled up.

Since he was a child, he has never slept in the same bed with anyone.

But he was already troublesome when he came to stay overnight, so how can he be more particular, he shook his head, "I don't mind, thank you brother."

Shangbei Linjie pulled on his slippers and led him upstairs.

This is Xia You's first time entering Shang Beilin's room, and he has seen his dormitory at school before, and the room is not surprisingly neat and clean.

There is a shoe cabinet at the door, the lower floor is tightly closed, and two pairs of clean sneakers are placed on the top floor.

The books on the bookshelves are placed meticulously, the hand-made models are placed on specific shelves, and the keyboard and mouse on the computer table are arranged in an orderly manner.

There was a layer of cashmere carpet beside the bed, Shang Beilin took off the slippers he was pulling, stepped on the carpet, and stepped onto the big bed in two steps.

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Shang Beilin turned to look at him.

Xia You stepped on a pair of Tom Cat cartoon cotton slippers, and the pure white thin cotton pajamas had Little Jerry printed on them. He looked a little childish in this space, standing there in a daze, surprisingly cute.

"Take off your shoes and come straight up." Shang Beilin sat on the bed, looked inside and out, "Do you like to sleep inside or outside?"

Xia You took off his slippers slowly, and Shang Beilin saw his little white feet sinking into the soft carpet, walking towards him step by step.

"I also can."

Shang Beilin pursed his lower lip, looked away, picked up the quilt and moved out, "Then you sleep inside, I don't sleep well, so I won't kick you at night."

Xia You climbed onto the bed, passed Shang Beilin and moved in, Shang Beilin stretched out the quilt and handed him a corner.

Xia You hesitated for a moment, then carefully retracted into the quilt.

Shang Beilin was still sitting, his pajamas had a loose neckline, revealing his lean collarbone, and a dark red drop pendant hung on his fair chest.

Xia You caught a glimpse and was slightly taken aback.

This glance was too straightforward, Shang Beilin followed his gaze and lowered his head, saw the pendant on his chest, then raised his head to look at him again.

Xia You pulled up the quilt with a guilty conscience, revealing only one head.

Shang Beilin stared at him blankly for a moment, then stretched out his hand, and gently pulled the corner of his quilt.

"Let me see."

Xia You subconsciously tightened the quilt, nervously said: "What are you looking at?"

"What else can you look at?" Shang Beilin approached him and tugged on the quilt twice, "Where's your pendant, have you worn it?"

Xia You stammered: "I... took it off in the shower."

"Fart." Shang Beilin said, "I've never seen you wear it! Don't you like it?"

"I like it." Xia You quickly explained, "In addition to attending classes, I also have to deliver bills on weekdays. I travel too many places, and I'm really afraid of losing them."

Shang Beilin frowned unconsciously.

He wanted to ask Xia You how short of money he was, but he couldn't ask, for fear of poking Xia You's sore spot.

He reached out to turn off the light, thought of something, then turned back and asked, "Can I turn off the light while sleeping?"

Xia You pulled up the quilt again, only revealing a pair of eyes, "... yes."

Shang Beilin hesitated for a moment, turned off the headlights, and left a warm lamp beside the bed.

"Why are you afraid of the dark?"

There was still light in the room, and Xia You breathed loosely, "My mother used to come back very late from business. Sometimes the aunt at home left early, and all the lights in the house were turned off, so I stayed alone. It has been a long time will be afraid."

"After my mother left, I didn't dare to turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Shang Beilin listened, feeling depressed.

This person used to be a young master who didn't worry about anything. He was not said to be spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, but he certainly didn't suffer much.

My mother is gone, and I have encountered such a father, how much suffering will I have to endure to be as calm as I am now.

For some reason, my heart suddenly softened.

Shang Beilin was lying under the quilt, and the person next to him was very thin and didn't take up much space, but he felt that he occupied the whole space, and his strong presence could almost swallow him up.

He was a little short of breath.

Xia You turned over and leaned closer.

The bed is big, but the quilt is for one person, and the gap in the middle will let in the cool breeze. This person probably feels cold.

The shoulder was pressed against his arm, warm and soft, and Shang Beilin's limbs seemed to be stretched by thin threads, making Su feel numb.

Shang Beilin turned around to face him.

Xia You was already asleep, lying on his back, with his hands neatly placed on his chest, looking at him from this angle, he could see his fluff under the warm light.

Like a newly hatched elf, so clean and white.

He was fascinated, and when he realized it, his uncontrollable index finger had already touched the tip of Xia You's nose. He paused for a moment, and when he saw that there was no response, he scratched it lightly.

This night, Shang Beilin dreamed that the night when he first met Xia You, this person was crying in his arms, but he didn't feel irritated at all.

He took Xia You home, gave him medicine, and heard him call "Brother" sweetly.

No tempers, no arguments, and none of those fidgety bougainvilleas.

The next day, when he woke up and opened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time.

Such a comfortable dream, why did I wake up.

"...elder brother."

Just after waking up, Xia You's voice was nasal and soft. He rubbed his eyes, "Morning..."

Shang Beilin grabbed the quilt tightly, and with a hoarse voice, he also replied "Morning".

Xia Youjin left with her slippers.

Shang Beilin didn't even have time to tell him to wash up here before going back.

He quickly got up to wash up, and grabbed the breakfast he had prepared when he went downstairs.

When he went out, he saw Xia You coming out, and he handed over the steaming steamed stuffed bun.

"Why did you leave in such a hurry just now?"

Xia You took the buns and said thank you, "Uncle is going on a business trip this morning, I'm afraid he will wake up in the morning and find that I'm not there, knowing that I slept at your place last night."

"What happened to you sleeping in my house?"

Xia You was taken aback.

That's right, what happened to Sleeping Shang Beilin's house?

He was in a daze, and someone gently rubbed the top of his head.

He turned around in panic and looked at Shang Beilin suspiciously.

Shang Beilin stopped in mid-air, put it back two seconds later, turned around and rode on the bike, "Hair hair is falling asleep, I'll give you Shun Shun."

"......Oh."

After Shang Beilin sent Xia You back to school, he turned his head and went straight to Yulan Street.

Ten years ago, a pair of southern tenants came to Yulan Street.

In the cold winter of December of the first year, Bei Piao, two half-year-old children in their early twenties, couldn’t afford the rent. Jiang Yulan softened her heart and extended them for three months. After that, the two lived in Yulan Street. Live for ten years.

On New Year's Eve that year, when Shang Beilin was ten years old, he was ordered by his mother to deliver dumplings to the tenants on Yulan Street. That was the first time he met Jiang Qianpu and Bai Xiangshu.

Jiang Qianpu is a businessman, he leaves early and stays busy at night, and Shang Beilin often visits that small house of less than sixty square meters.That man dragged his exhausted body back every day. Over the years, the only thing that could not be shaken was that he would definitely go home to make dinner, because Bai Xiangshu liked it.

Bai Xiangshu likes to write. He sits for a whole day. Jiang Qianpu will promptly hand him a glass of water when he puts down the pen, and strokes his hair with a smile.

Shang Beilin didn't understand at that time.

But just now, the moment his fingers ran through Xia You's soft hair, he seemed to realize what kind of mood Jiang Qianpu was in.

It is moved by emotion and cannot be restrained.

It was rare for the sky to clear up at the end of September, and the morning sun chased his figure all the way, making Shang Beilin's back very warm.

Those unreasonable irritability and inexplicable emotions that popped up inadvertently seemed to have an answer suddenly.

Jiang Qianpu ordered a southern restaurant.

When Shang Bei arrived, Qin Zijiao was pouring wine for several people, and when he turned around to see him, he yelled, "It's Brother Shu's birthday today! You came here empty-handed?"

His mind is not delicate, and he has always been unable to remember these trivial matters. Hearing this, he scratched his hair in embarrassment and looked at the people sitting around the table.

Jiang Qianpu is now a thriving businessman, but he is not particular about his clothes. He is wearing a simple black shirt with sleeves rolled up twice. He is wearing a simple wrist watch. He is unpacking the bowls and chopsticks when he heard the words: " It would be nice for him to remember what day of the week it is."

Bai Xiangshu next to him was also only wearing a simple white sweater, with a high neckline shallowly surrounding his neck. His brows and eyes were light, and when he smiled, there was a very shallow dimple at the corner of his mouth.

"I make it up every year. I'm used to it. Besides, I don't want to take advantage of you. Come here and sit."

"Don't talk nonsense, I gave you a live cake the year before last."

"You said the same thing last year."

"Okay, I've been arguing about this every time. Lin'er can't even remember his father's birthday. It's strange if he can remember whose birthday it is." Yu Xing moved to one side, "Don't you have seven o'clock in the morning?" Wake up, why are you late?"

A date flashed inexplicably in Shang Beilin's mind.

It is the end of September, and in a few days it will be National Day.

He sat down at the table, took a sip of tea from his cup.

"Going back to school, I'm late."

Jiang Qianpu glanced at him, lingering on his neck for a moment, and finally retracted it again.

"Are you in love?"

Shang Beilin was startled, almost choked on the water, and retorted with his eyes wide open: "Who's in a relationship?!"

"Really?" Jiang Qianpu turned the tea kettle in front of him, "Then what's hanging around your neck?"

As soon as the voice fell, several people turned their heads to look at him.Only then did Shang Beilin realize that the water drop pendant had been exposed outside at some point, he uncomfortably pulled off his collar and stuffed the pendant back.

"A pendant I bought at random, and I wear it for fun."

Bai Xiangshu smiled, "Take it off and let me have a look. If it looks good, give it to me as a birthday present?"

Shang Beilin subconsciously covered his chest, and he sighed when he saw suspicious smiles from several people.

"never mind."

He paused for a moment, and muttered: "I wear it to coax people, and they don't appreciate it."

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