Kidney master

Ji Yi'an received a call from Song Chu when he was investigating Jiasu's latest whereabouts, but he answered with a male voice.

"Hi, are you Song Chu's husband?"

Ji Yi'an paused: "Well, yes, you are?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm her friend." Shen Huan explained, and said quickly, "She's not in the right mood. I sent her home. Come here quickly. I'm afraid something will happen soon."

**

Ji Yi'an hurried back to the apartment, and when he opened the door, he saw two drops of blood on the floor at the door.

He was startled, and said: "Song Chu!"

There was obvious panic in the voice, and the steps to rush to the bedroom were obviously messy. He twisted the bedroom door and rushed in, his breath was very unstable.

She didn't do the stupid thing Ji Yian thought, those two drops of blood should have fallen from her broken forehead.

Song Chu hugged her legs with both hands and sat on the head of the bed with her chin resting on her knees. The wound on her forehead had been treated, but there was still blood showing through under the gauze. One strand after another, the whole person seemed to be soaked in water vapor.

Song Chu cried.

This realization made Ji Yian's heart twitch, as if those tears were pouring down his blood vessels into his heart.

"Song Chu." He softly called her name again, afraid of causing her to get emotional again, so he didn't dare to approach her.

Song Chu raised his head bit by bit, staring at him for a while like in slow motion, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Her words should have been cold and hard, but affected by her crying, she had a nasal sound that she didn't usually have, her voice was still a little trembling, and there was even a sense of intimacy.

"...I'll take a look at your injuries."

Ji Yi'an slowly closed the door, walked into her slowly, saw that Song Chu didn't have any overreaction, so he sat down next to her by the bed.

"Paper." Song Chu said concisely.

Ji Yian pulled two sheets from the small table beside her and gave them to her.

The quiet space and night can amplify all subtle sounds and inexplicable emotions.

When Song Chu raised his hand to wipe away tears, Ji Yi'an saw that she also had a wound on her knee. It didn't bleed, but it was very severe. It was a piece of red and black intertwined. Some small stones were stuck in the flesh and had not been taken out. A piece of red, like a burn, not serious.

"Did you fall?"

"Ah."

"Where did you fall?"

"On the mountain."

"Just now your friend called me and said you were in a bad mood...why?"

Song Chu stopped talking, only sighed a little tiredly, and then straightened his injured right leg after a while: "Help me deal with it."

The style is the same as her usual, and there is no meaning of asking others in the words.

However, Ji Yi'an breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the cabinet in the living room to get the spare medicine, which was originally just in case, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

**

Song Chu's leg was white and slender, and his body temperature was very low, like a piece of cold and smooth suet jade.

Now this priceless mutton jade is resting on Ji Yian's lap, Song Chu bent his legs and stepped on his legs with bare feet.

Early Song acted boldly, but Ji Yian had to be careful not to break the jade.

The initiative is all in the early Song Dynasty.

Ji Yian glanced at her, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Song Chu seemed to regain that pitiful look in an instant, and turned back into that female devil again. She shrugged and even made a "please" gesture.

The whole person is capitalized "fresh and delicious, welcome to taste".

Ji Yi'an picked up the tweezers and pressed his palms against her ankles, like a piece of jade being simmered over a fire, his expression remained unchanged, it was almost too serious.

He carefully took out the gravel and sand left inside, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, disinfected it back and forth three times, and rearranged the medical box again.

"All right."

"Are my legs pretty?"

After Ji Yi'an listened, he didn't speak, and then looked over without moving.

"If you don't want to tell me the reason, I won't ask you again. There's no need for this."

Song Chu slowly put away his cynical laugh in his words, his back gradually stiffened, and then he stroked his hair almost violently.

"Get me a cigarette."

Song Chu took the cigarette, bit one in his mouth, lit it up and took a quick puff.

The smell of tobacco finally dilutes the lingering scent of perfume on her body, Ji Yi'an rubbed his nose and took another breath.

**

It wasn't until the flames were about to reach the end of the cigarette that Song Chu slowly opened his mouth.

"It's a photographer who called you, he's a friend I've known not long ago." Song Chu stubbed out the cigarette, and took out another one. This time, he didn't ignite it, and just bit it in his mouth to enjoy himself.

"I went with him to take pictures in the tribe on the mountain."

"and then."

"I saw two kids sitting together taking drugs, using..." Song Chu's body trembled slightly, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his temples throbbed with dull pain.

Ji Yian held her wrist.

Song Chu glanced at him, his eyes burning: "Sorry, I, I have a little difficulty in controlling my emotions."

"Speak slowly."

Ji Yi'an put two fingers on Song Chu's wrist and rubbed them repeatedly, his movements were gentle and delicate, creating a gentle touch, like a brush, smoothing away the irritability that was raised in Song Chu's chest.

"...The way of burning with fire." Song Chu exhausted his strength in a few steps, and repeated, "Using that way to take drugs."

Ji Yian instantly understood.

Song Chu had told him about the girl named "Chen Chen" before.

Although she didn't go into details, she said that when she saw Chen Chen taking drugs for the first time, she used the method of baking tin foil with fire. She only emphasized this point, and she knew it had a deep influence on her.

It happened that they met a child who was about the same age as Chenchen at that time.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, because of his sentence "How dare I want you" like his master, he was so emotional that he almost went into shock. This time, he directly restored the scene back then, and it is rare to have a clear consciousness now.

"Okay, okay." Ji Yian sat closer, patted her back lightly, and stretched along her butterfly bone, "Needless to say, I know everything."

With his gentle pat, Song Chu gradually let go of his tense nerves.

Then she heard her own voice: "It's possible, did Teacher Gu do it?"

"Early Song Dynasty."

Ji Yi'an withdrew his tenderness, and his straight lips revealed a bit of irresistible seriousness.

"You can't forget that incident, but you can't be related to that incident just by seeing any similar pictures in the days to come."

"This is the Golden Triangle, a place where drugs are completely out of control. There are not only those two children who take drugs. The ignorant are fearless. They take drugs because they were born in this place, and it happens that no one told them not to touch that stuff." .”

Song Chu pursed his lips and looked at him calmly.

"You can regret, remember, and cry, but in the early Song Dynasty, you can't get stuck in it, let alone rot there!"

Song Chu actually knew that it was too far-fetched to contact Mr. Gu with those two children, and she seemed dazed, but she just couldn't control the connection between the two things.

Song Chu lowered his head, as if he was thinking about what he said just now, and after a while he obediently said "Hmm".

Seeing her expression, Ji Yi'an should have put it down temporarily: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Gone."

"How did you fall like this?"

"I couldn't control myself. I threw the child's 'medicine' and was pushed by him. I had no strength in my legs. I rolled down the mountain and hit my head on a rock."

Ji Yi'an frowned, and seeing Song Chu waving his hands nonchalantly, it was inconvenient to say more.

"Go to bed early, I'll go out first." Ji Yi'an stood up.

"Wait a minute." Song Chu called to stop him.

"Ok?"

Song Chu said: "Help me bring in the doll you won from the last shooting, and hang it on the balcony."

"..."

**

Song Chu tugged at the doll's ears.

"Didn't you say you don't want it last time?" Ji Yi'an felt like a needle in the woman's heart, and couldn't figure it out at all.

"Sea Sea Needle" said lightly: "So I washed it."

"Okay." Ji Yian twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm going out."

"Wait a minute." Song Chu stopped him again.

"What else do you want?"

Song Chu didn't speak, and struggled to get up with one injured leg. Ji Yi'an quickly stepped forward and pushed him back: "Just say what you want, don't mess around..."

But he didn't want to be thrown into the soft bed by the injured patient pinching the back of his neck before he could finish his sentence.

In the chaos, Ji Yi'an still remembered not to touch her, so his legs were spread across her side, the back of his neck was restrained and pulled down, and the tip of Song Chu's nose almost touched his skin.

"Captain Ji is really a life mentor." Song Chu smiled, "Not only taught me how to shoot, but also taught me principles."

"I really don't know how to repay you."

"What can I teach you?" Song Chuwu said to himself.

He gave the answer with a chuckle three seconds later.

"Teach you how to kiss."

She didn't hesitate for a moment, and raised her chin in an indescribable inexplicable, red lips fell on Ji Yi'an's lips.

The tip of her teeth touched Ji Yi'an's lips lightly, the corners of his mouth were wet with saliva, sticky and lingering, and then when the other party opened his mouth slightly, she poked the tip of her tongue over and exchanged a long and lingering wet kiss .

"Have you learned it yet?"

Song Chu kissed him intermittently, with a smile in his words.

"Captain Ji?"