she is sweet

"Kiss you, okay?"

The slightly hoarse voice was like a gust of wind on the corridor in July, the wind passed without a trace, leaving only the oncoming refreshment and a little bit of longing for the wind to come again.

Zhao Yiyun's heart was beating wildly.

She suddenly found that the distance between the two of them was very close.

There was no hair wrapped around her neck, but Yu Zhiyan's fingers still rested on her collarbone, she could feel the smoothness of her nails and the softness of her fingertips.

This should have been a beautiful picture.

Of course, the premise is that Zhao Yiyun did not speak.

She raised her neck slightly: "What? You said Timi?" Her expression was still very serious: "How do you know I don't play their games?"

Yu Zhiyan withdrew his hand and said, "Not only."

This time Zhao Yiyun's expression was really confused: "What?"

Yu Zhiyan: "I also know that you like to play this and that."

This and that?

Zhao Yiyun thought about it for a while, but he didn't have any impression. Could it be that the game was released recently?

"What game is this?" she asked.

Yu Zhiyan said, "I don't know either."

"what???"

Yu Zhiyan lifted the quilt, leaving only Zhao Yiyun with a slender back, and said softly, "Anyway, it's all nonsense, nothing is wrong."

"..."

Zhao Yiyun felt that he had been shot by an arrow in his knee.

She touched the tip of her nose and said, "How come? Honest people tell the truth." Then she quickly got up from the bed.

Yu Zhiyan's room has a dressing table. When she was sitting on a chair and arranging her hair, the mirror next to her was left blank so that she could see Yu Zhiyan standing at the window.

She opened the curtains, and the light seemed to be endless, pouring on her body.

That moment made Zhao Yiyun's eyes hurt.

Her voice with no ups and downs sounded in her ears: "You are so honest."

Zhao Yiyun turned around and continued the topic: "Isn't it good to be honest?"

Yu Zhiyan hummed: "Okay, of course."

Zhao Yiyun answered: "Why don't you always talk about finding an honest person?"

Yu Zhiyan: "You mean you want me to find you?"

Zhao Yiyun choked, and stretched out his hand to show his innocence: "That's what you said."

Yu Zhiyan closed the curtains halfway, the light in the room was indeed not so dazzling, but it just happened to be fully illuminated.

"Well, I said so. So you are?"

The honest man rolled his eyes: "Probably not."

Yu Zhiyan took out a piece of clothing from the multifunctional closet, and said slowly, "Oh, I'm being honest this time."

Zhao Yiyun: ...

She was inexplicably wondering what to do if she was pissed off by yin and yang.

Her eyes fell on Yu Zhiyan's clothes: "This one looks good, it suits you."

Yu Zhiyan's tone was neither salty nor weak: "You are so honest."

Zhao Yiyun knew it was wrong, but she blurted out: "You tell me to be honest."

Yu Zhiyan seemed to laugh softly, then walked to the dressing table, bent slightly, looked at her sideways, "Are you really so obedient?"

While talking, she used her fingertips to move Zhao Yiyun's hair, slowly pulling it behind her ears.

This is a very common and short action.

But at that moment, Zhao Yiyun felt that the time passed very painfully and slowly, she could hear Yu Zhiyan's shallow breathing, and could see the slight ripples in those black pupils.

She could even smell a vague fragrance from Yu Zhiyan's body.

It was an indescribable and overpowering feeling. When Yu Zhiyan finished her movements, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she was holding her breath, but her heart was beating like it was going to explode in her chest in the next second.

Then, she gave her own answer - of course not.

Zhao Yiyun resolutely rejected the patient's invitation to have breakfast together, then changed into his own clothes, patted his buttocks and left.

The air in the morning always has a fresh feeling, Zhao Yiyun took a few deep breaths after walking out of the community, the clear oxygen finally calmed the restlessness in his heart.

Just the frequency of the heartbeat.

It gave her the illusion that she almost confessed to being at Yu Zhiyan's house.

On the way back, she finally calmed down a lot. On the subway, she sent a message to Yu Zhiyan, telling her to remember to take medicine after eating, and then edited a circle of friends on a whim: Get well soon.

Looking left and right, she felt dissatisfied, so she deleted it and changed it to: birthday star get better soon.

Looking left and right, she deleted and reposted one. This one, she blocked Yu Zhiyan alone.

When she got home downstairs, Zhao Yiyun's cell phone rang.

Looking at the name on the screen, Zhao Yiyun frowned.

"Happy birthday, Yiyun," the voice stopped, with guilt: "I'm too busy here, so I only have time now. I almost missed your birthday, you don't blame your mother, do you?"

The caller was Zhao Yiyun's mother, Ms. Ruan Qiuruan.

Zhao Yiyun walked up the steps step by step: "No."

Ruan Qiu smiled with satisfaction: "Our family really understands..."

"Because today is not my birthday."

Ruan Qiu's smile suddenly stopped there, and after about a few seconds, she said: "Mom is just joking with you, why can't you remember baby's birthday?"

Zhao Yiyun couldn't even arouse any emotions in her ears. When she went up to the fourth floor, she gasped slightly, and asked bluntly, "What can you do with me right now?"

Ruan Qiu said: "Do you still remember Aunt x's daughter? It's the aunt who was very close to me before, the one who married well, and hugged you when I was young."

How could Zhao Yiyun remember these things.

She opened the door and said, "What's wrong?"

"They're just an only child, a girl who looks quite normal, but she actually got gay, which makes your aunt x very angry. I just came back from their house," Ruan Qiu said, "I really don't understand the current situation." What are the girls thinking about?"

Only Zhao Yu knew about Zhao Yiyun's sexual orientation.

The mother and daughter don't see each other a few times throughout the year, and when they meet or talk on the phone, the necessary content must be marriage urging. Zhao Yiyun's always coping method is to be arrogant and perfunctory.

Even though she disagreed with Ruan Qiu's idea, she didn't bother to argue because it was useless.

She took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, took a sip, and said, "Why do you care so much about other people's affairs?"

If you don't follow Ms. Ruan's words, the conversation will turn to her: "Oh, you should be 26 by the end of this year, right? We used to be old next door, remember? His son is five or six years younger than you, and his grandson Going to kindergarten soon."

Zhao Yiyun simply thought about it in his mind, and then said: "It is not recommended for minors to have children."

Seeing that the topic was not on point, Ruan Qiu simply said, "When are you going to talk about a boyfriend?"

Zhao Yiyun drank half a bottle of drink again, she said: "I'm busy with work."

"What is there to do for you little girl, are you tired? Finding a boyfriend will save you everything." Ruan Qiu said again: "Anyway, I have to talk about a boyfriend this year. After a few years, when I get older, there will be no market." Now, it's not you who pick a man, it's a man who picks you."

"Look at your sister, yes, she's the big boss now, and it's decent to say she's glamorous. But she hasn't even had a boyfriend in so many years, so many people laugh at her and no one wants her leftover daughter, your uncle and aunt If they found out..."

Zhao Yiyun slammed the refrigerator door shut.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Ruan Qiu said again: "Okay, okay, I'll chat casually. Tell your mother, what do you think?"

Zhao Yiyun's tone was as usual: "What do you think?"

Ruan Qiu: "Boyfriend."

Zhao Yiyun practiced Tai Chi: "I didn't think much about it."

"Forget it, I know you won't care about it," Ruan Qiu said, "I saved a few for you here, and I sent the pictures to your WeChat. You can take a look later. The first one is a little older than you, But he is quite capable, the family is engaged in catering, has a house and a car..."

……

After a phone call, Zhao Yiyun was one head and two big, and finally couldn't listen anymore, so she found an excuse to hang up the phone, and then a WeChat message popped up on her phone, and she was almost in the mood to click on it.

Fortunately, the owner of the information is Liu Miao.

The content is still the wonderful couple from last time.

Zhao Yiyun was of course standing on the united front with her sisters, and then happened to find a We-Media WeChat account in Moments that was dedicated to posting sand sculpture copywriting, and sent the screenshot to Liu Miao: [Mr. Liu, the fun is coming soon~]

In the end, Liu Miao was really happy.

The screenshot happened to include the copy that Zhao Yiyun herself sent. She took a screenshot of the blocked person icon: [Yoyo, who is the birthday star? 】

Zhao Yiyun: ...

She tried to struggle: [Uh, friends, block your relatives. 】

Liu Miao: [Which relative? 】

Zhao Yiyun didn't even think about it: [I'm a cousin. 】

Liu Miao: [Can a friend block a relative? 】

Yep, I got tricked again.

Zhao Yiyun simply lay flat: 【You know you still need to ask me. 】

Liu Miao: 【Are you together? 】

Zhao Yiyun: [? ? ?How can it be. 】

Liu Miao: [Is it worth shielding? 】

Zhao Yiyun's hands are faster than his brain: [Is it possible that she is the one who is blocked. 】

Then Zhao Yiyun suddenly came to his senses, and immediately withdrew.

How did she say this?

In fact, she didn't know why she blocked Yu Zhiyan, anyway, she just didn't want Yu Zhiyan to see her circle of friends.

Always feel weird.

But let her delete it, and there is such a trace of reluctance.

In short, she seems to be a contradictory body at the moment.

Zhao Yiyun stared at the screen, and suddenly felt a little guilty, probably didn't see it?

Liu Miao: [I saw it! 】

Zhao Yiyun: ...

The result of this little episode was nothing.

At the end of the weekend, Zhao Yiyun devoted himself to work like every ordinary urban worker.

At noon that day, Zhao Yiyun just drove out the picture that the customer was urging for, turned off the computer, and then went to the takeaway shelf at the front desk to pick up the pre-ordered meal.

As a result, as soon as I arrived at the front desk, I heard the front desk say: "Hey? I was just about to tell you that you came. Here are your flowers."

Zhao Yiyun was amazed.

It was a pretty ordinary bouquet of flowers.

She asked, "Who sent it?"

The receptionist said: "I didn't know that. They sent it here on behalf of others. Is it your suitor? Oh, I'm so envious."

Zhao Yiyun returned to the office, from Zhao Yu to Liu Miao to a group of friends who kept in touch with each other, they all said that the flowers were not sent by him.

This is really strange.

Sun Xuan smiled and said, "It's almost the person who likes you."

Zhao Yiyun didn't take it seriously, and she quickly threw away the flowers together with the takeaway box.

When the two came back, Lin Jiao was hurriedly coming out of the elevator, holding a pile of freshly printed materials in her hand, a small plastic bag with lunch in it, and holding a box of lunch in her other hand. On the mobile phone, a voice said: "It's all copied, there will be no delay."

Recently, Qi Lianyun always excuses that he is busy with the project and there is not enough manpower, and then asks Lin Jiao to "cooperate flexibly", doing chores.

Zhao Yiyun stopped her a few times, but Lin Jiao didn't care and rushed forward.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, no one can do anything.

Sun Xuan couldn't stand it any longer, she said: "You don't even care about the meal, so if you look for you next time, just say you haven't finished the work at hand."

Lin Jiao said, "No, Sister Lian Yun is very kind to me. I want to exercise myself."

Having said that, what else can they say?

The time to go to work is always very slow, Zhao Yiyun is so busy that he can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and looking at the calendar, it's only Wednesday.

On this day, the manager Xu Shengnan took half a day off in the morning, and Zhao Yiyun received a message from him shortly after arriving at the company, asking her to visit a client in the xx hospital.

The client was Qi Lian who provided the team building venue last time. It is said that he accidentally fell down the stairs, suffered a slight concussion and dislocated his elbow.

Zhao Yiyun bought the fruit basket for visiting and set off for the hospital.

When she came to the door of the ward, a doctor just came out of the ward round.

A thin woman was half lying on the hospital bed. The hospital gown gave her a sense of fragility. She lowered her eyes and gently stroked the hair of another woman who was sleeping on the escort chair.

Zhao Yiyun saw this scene when he came in.

Seemingly noticing someone, Qi Lian stopped her movements. She looked at the person coming, recognized Zhao Yiyun, and then smiled peacefully: "Xiao Zhao? Long time no see."

The pleasantries between the two quickly woke up the sleeping woman.

Zhao Yiyun was even more surprised when he saw her face: "Xu Qi?"

Xu Qi's brows were full of tiredness, but she also smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

Later, Zhao Yiyun figured out a joint, probably at the beginning Xu Qi recognized herself in the group photo posted by Qi Lian's circle of friends.

The three of them chatted in the ward for about [-] minutes, when the doctor came in and said that he was going to take a film, Zhao Yiyun guessed that the time was about the same, so she got up and said that she wanted to go back, Qi Lian nodded: "Okay, we will talk next time when we have a chance."

Zhao Yiyun thought that Xu Qi would stay, but she didn't expect that she also got up with him, first glanced at Qi Lian, and said, "Sister, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you after work."

Qi Lianrou said: "Okay, be careful on the road."

On the way from the ward to the elevator, Xu Qi first asked Zhao Yiyun how to get back, then said that she would see her off, and then said abruptly: "She is not my own sister."

Zhao Yiyun nodded: "It can be seen."

Xu Qi said: "Her mother and mother have been friends since we were young, so we are relatively close. Well, the wedding dress that I asked you to help with last time was also designed for her."

Xu Qi is the old only child in her family, she is about ten years younger than Qi Lian.

Xu Qi didn't tell her about this, it was Zhao Yiyun who pushed it based on her memories from middle school and high school.

Zhao Yiyun asked: "Is Sister Lian getting married?"

Xu Qi's voice paused: "No, it's an engagement."

That's fast too.

Zhao Yiyun thought of Zhou Li who was about to get married in a flash.

While driving, Xu Qi suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, I've been so tired lately, I've been running to the hospital twice in three days, and people are confused and talking in a mess."

Zhao Yiyun stared at her, turned his head to lean against the window, and said calmly, "I've been hurt for a hundred days, sister Lian needs to take good care of her, don't be too tired."

Xu Qi hummed in a low voice.

When the car was approaching Qimu, Zhao Yiyun's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Sun Xuan's call.

As soon as he got through to the other side, he became very anxious: "Sister Yiyun, when are you coming back? Something happened."