night tide recedes

Half an hour later, Song Ran was standing at the door of the study with steamed pears in rock sugar. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly, "Wen Fei, can I go in?"

"come in."

Song Ran was overjoyed, and turned the doorknob. In the study, Shen Wenfei was facing the computer, frowning slightly. When he saw him coming, he raised his eyes and quickly focused on the blue screen, "What's wrong?" ?”

"I just heard that you seemed to be coughing a bit, so I steamed rock sugar pears for you." Song Ran brought the bowl over and put it on the table.

Sydney is cut into pieces, the meat is as tender and white as snow, and there are two red dates floating in it, which has a faint sweet aroma.

Seeing Shen Wenfei shut down the computer, Song Ran knew that he had just finished his work for the day, so he quickly pushed the bowl forward in front of him, with a flattering tone, "I didn't add a lot of sugar, it's not bad."

Shen Wenfei rubbed the center of his brows, looked at Song Ran's pinkish-white face under the light, said thank you, picked up a spoon and started drinking sugar water.

Seeing that his attitude was still indifferent, Song Ran felt uncomfortable, but she didn't want to let the two of them stand in a stalemate like this, so she said normally, "Let me give you a shoulder."

He was about to go around behind Shen Wenfei, but Shen Wenfei pursed his lips moistened with sugar water, without looking up, "No need."

The strides she took stopped in place, Song Ran smiled a little far-fetched, and said, "Then I'll help you get your pajamas."

Shen Wenfei drank the sugar water slowly, and was finally willing to put all his eyes on Song Ran's face. His facial features were stern, like a mirror made of thousands of years of ice. When looking at people with an expressionless face, it is easy to give people a feeling of frostbite. Feeling the illusion, Song Ran felt a slight coolness in his long and narrow eyes, and curled up the hand hanging by his side unconsciously.

"Song Ran, you don't have to do this. I don't object to you having your own social circle, but I hope that you can do your own thing well." Shen Wenfei's slender fingers slowly stirred the half-drunk rock sugar Sydney syrup, his tone Not to mention cold, but enough to make people feel his displeasure.

Song Ran said anxiously, "I have it."

Shen Wenfei's gaze passed him and landed on some withered camellias in the porcelain white vase in the study, the white flowers drooped their heads, just like Song Ran who was sluggish at this moment.

There are always fresh cut flowers in Shen Wenfei's study. Shen Wenfei never asks, Song Ran takes care of them all. Following Shen Wenfei's gaze, he feels that Shen Wenfei is too harsh tonight. After all, the camellias have not completely withered, even if they come back tomorrow There was still time to get a new one, but the evidence that he didn't do his job well was right in front of him. If he opened his mouth to refute it, it would sound like he was trying to quibble.

After a few seconds of silence, he said lazily, "I will pay attention to it later."

There was a slight sound of collision between the porcelain spoon and the bowl. The two of them didn't speak for a moment. The silence in the study made Song Ran want to escape. He pursed his lower lip and walked over to take the bowl and spoon away, but his hand hadn't touched the tableware yet. , the wrist was grabbed by Shen Wenfei.

Shen Wenfei was obviously sitting, but when he looked at Song Ran like this, Song Ran still felt that he was being looked down upon. His heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. Shen Wenfei held his wrist tightly, and his light-colored lips moved. "Is badminton fun?"

It seemed that after hearing him playing badminton with Yan Ming, something went wrong with Shen Wenfei.

The small piece of Song Ran's skin touched by Shen Wenfei began to heat up. Shen Wenfei's eyes looked like the dark sky outside the house. He was a small plant under the eaves that was about to face a violent storm. He didn't know what the answer would be. Let Shen Wenfei turn the rain into sunshine.

Nervously, he nibbled his plump lower lip, and under Shen Wenfei's unwavering gaze, he murmured, "It's fun."

The grip on his wrist suddenly loosened, and Song Ran quickly grabbed the hand that Shen Wenfei wanted to withdraw, and added in a low voice, "But, I want to play with you more."

Shen Wenfei didn't withdraw his hand, Song Ran knew that he answered correctly, and slowly pressed Shen Wenfei's hand back to his wrist, expressing his desire for Shen Wenfei with burning eyes.

"Why didn't you say it before?" Shen Wenfei's eyes, which were so dark that there was no trace of impurity, were still firmly locked on him, and he could see every subtle expression on his face.

Song Ran's eyes drooped. This expression made him look like a person without an umbrella in the heavy rain. He felt wet and pitiful. He didn't want his tone to sound so depressed, so he smiled at Shen Wenfei, "You never invited me, and besides, I don't play well."

Shen Wenfei's tense facial features finally loosened a little. The thumb he held on Song Ran's wrist lightly stroked Song Ran's skin, as if to soothe Song Ran's emotions, and as if to confirm that Song Ran was still a good person. Controlled by him in the palm of his hand.

"I'm free this weekend." Shen Wenfei said abruptly.

Song Ran couldn't react, she stared blankly at Shen Wenfei, but Shen Wenfei didn't speak, waiting for him to comprehend by himself.

"Then," Song Ran finally understood the meaning of his words, his bright black eyes were filled with anticipation, "Then can I invite you to play badminton?"

Shen Wenfei looked at him and nodded slightly.

The dark clouds hovering over Song Ran's head all night were instantly dispelled. He was extremely happy because of Shen Wenfei's action of consent, and he started to talk more, "Do I need to prepare anything? I don't seem to have a badminton racket at home. I haven't watched you play badminton for a year..." He was rambling on, and Shen Wenfei asked, "Do you like watching me play badminton very much?"

Song Ran was startled, her heart was beating violently, and she replied speciously, "Well, I like it very much."

I like watching you play badminton very much, and I also like you very much.

Shen Wenfei's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly said, "Too much sugar."

Song Ran said ah, subconsciously looked at Bingtang Sydney, "No, I specially..." Shen Wenfei stood up, blocked Song Ran's lips, and stuck the tip of his tongue in, the faint sweetness immediately spread over Song Ran's lips. Song Ran blinked blankly, letting Shen Wenfei suck.

Shen Wenfei kissed for a while, let go, and gently pressed Song Ran's forehead with his palm with a calm expression. This action made Song Ran's head slightly tilted back, and he seemed to complain, "It's too sweet."

After all, without waiting for Song Ran's reaction, he stepped out of the study.

Song Ran's face was terribly hot. He touched the lips kissed by Shen Wenfei, and tasted the rock sugar pear left over from Shen Wenfei's meal. A little bit.

——Song Ran had watched Shen Wenfei play badminton seriously.

In the second semester of the second year of high school, Shen Wenfei, Qin Gu and another team member represented Middle School A to participate in the city youth badminton tournament. Each student representative was able to get an extra ticket. Qin Gu gave the ticket to his girlfriend, and Shen Wenfei's ticket, By accident, it fell into Song Ran's hands.

At that time, Qin Gu was eating the free sweet potatoes that Song Ran gave him at the sweet potato stand, Shen Wenfei seemed to say casually, "You always ask Song Ran to treat guests, why don't you give him the tickets as a reward."

Qin Gu screamed loudly from the hot sweet potato, and shouted, "I want to too, but how can I let my girlfriend miss my glorious moment?"

Shen Wenfei has never been a person who talks a lot. He usually wouldn't answer the conversation up to this point, but he actually said, "I don't need that one anyway, so I'll give it to you."

Qin Gu said, "You don't bring anyone with you?"

Shen Wenfei shook his head and gave the ticket to Qin Gu.

Song Ran listened to them chatting back and forth, and stared closely at the ticket that originally belonged to Shen Wenfei, which was stuffed into Qin Gu's hands, and her heart pounded.

Qin Guhe laughed and handed the ticket to Song Ran, "Don't want it for nothing, please go and see."

Song Ran was so nervous that the tips of his ears burned, looked at Shen Wenfei, and stammered, "You, you really don't need it?"

Shen Wenfei asked, "You don't want to go?"

"I want to," Song Ran hurriedly clutched the ticket in his palm, his voice became louder, and then weakened again, "I want to go."

Shen Wenfei casually reminded, "Don't be late."

Song Ran took the unexpected surprise and nodded his head, "No, I'll go early."

"Giving a ticket to the two of you is like giving a token of love. My girlfriend and I are not as tired." Qin Gu bit a big mouthful of sweet potatoes, sticking out his tongue, "I don't know. You are a couple."

Song Ran's face turned red and smoked, he was very afraid that such words would offend Shen Wenfei, but fortunately Shen Wenfei just took a look at him, then left Qin Gu without looking back.

Now that Song Ran recalled this passage again, he still couldn't hide his smile. He took another mouthful of rock candy Sydney and ate it into his mouth, and smiled contentedly.

He thought that although he and Shen Wenfei were not lovers, it was his luck to accompany Shen Wenfei for so many years.

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