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Cen Si closed his eyes and pulled the corner of his mouth weakly.

He grabbed the quilt with his left hand, but stretched out his right hand and slid towards his side.

"Come here and sleep here."

The person still didn't move.

A chuckle.

"What's the hypocrisy? It's not that I haven't slept."

really.Jiang Shiye thought of the Jialaisi Hotel overnight, he was 18 years old, he was 18 a few hours ago, and now he is 21 years old, it is still a bed, and the bed is full of the same people.

He pursed his lips, without being pretentious, and moved.

Walked over, but didn't lie down, just sat on the edge of the bed.

Cen Si tilted his head in the pillow, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at him.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his breathing was very light, but the frequency was chaotic.On the other side of the body lying flat, the left hand holding the quilt was hidden in the shadows, clenched into a fist, and there were too ferocious folds on the side of the hand.

But his expression was very calm, and he didn't even frown.

Before he could speak, Jiang Shiye preemptively said, "What's wrong with you?"

I was worried that the person in front of me would hide it, and I didn't want him to just say pitifully: "I don't feel well anywhere."

"My brain, and my heart," Taiwanese accent, "every cell in my body is saying...I'm not feeling well."

"..."

At this time, it is meaningless to try to hide the truth, especially in front of Jiang Shiye.As clever as wanton, he did the opposite.He raised his right hand exaggeratedly, trembled exaggeratedly, blinked his eyes twice exaggeratedly, his eyelashes rustled, and his voice was broken and breathless: "Zombie, I might die..." He coughed twice exaggeratedly, "In myBefore I die, I still have something to say—”

If it was normal, he might get Jiang Shiye's eyes by pretending so badly.

But what met today was someone who had just come out of the oven for three days and still had a deep memory of replaying it.

There is no long step-by-step progression between three years ago and three years from now, just the blink of an eye.So whether you are thin or fat, whether your facial features are open, whether you are haggard, and even the changes in your breathing are more obvious than those carved with a knife.

So before his "last words" were finished, Jiang Shiye directly grabbed that flamboyant right hand.

Inserting his fingers into his tiger's mouth, gently pressing the Hegu acupoint*, Jiang Shiye frowned: "Stop acting."

Cen Si took a breath.

Like a balloon filled with water and popped before it blew up.

He couldn't speak for a moment, his body was overwhelmed by emotion.

Jiang Shiye didn't squint, his dark eyes only looked at the slender hands.The fingers curled up weakly and naturally, like fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind.He didn't seem to notice the thin and dense cold sweat covering it, he just pressed the Hegu acupoint again and again.

Cen Si couldn't help but snorted: "Be gentle."

Jiang Shiye glanced at him, said nothing, and relaxed a little.After a while, it moved to the wrist, rubbed between the two tendons, and pressed the inner gate with the thumb.

He didn't speak, so Cen Si had no choice but to surrender, took a long breath, and explained in a soft voice: "Okay... I just woke up and took a cold medicine, and I got very dizzy from the rain, it's all because you insisted on choosing to sing today."

Moral kidnapping avoids the serious and ignores the minor, but Jiang Shiye likes this the most.He couldn't tell whether he was indebted to him, grateful or favored, and said in a muffled voice, "You don't have to come."

Cen Si clutched the quilt tightly with his left hand, while someone pressed his right hand lightly, half of it hurt, half of it was comfortable.

Instead, he relaxed, closed his eyes, and his voice became broken: "Can you sing if I don't come?"

Jiang Shiye didn't answer, just asked: "Why are you in such poor health now, it's just like this after being exposed to the rain."

The head sunk in the pillow moved.Cen Si laughed helplessly, "What's wrong with me? Don't I look like a handsome man?"

sickly

."

"……Neuropathy."

"Zombie." Cen Si called him, his words were a little vague, and he changed the subject, "...I really didn't expect to meet you when I was recording a program."

"Um."

"Do you think this is a chance encounter?"

"...Yes." A chance meeting, a chance encounter, can also be considered fate.

There was another chuckle from his nose, Cen Si denied the fate: "I don't think so."

You are here for me.

Jiang Shiye might understand what he meant, or maybe he didn't, he just pressed his hand silently, from light to heavy.

"Maybe."

No one spoke for a while.

There is a narrow moonlight printed on the car window, and the small space is very quiet, only the temperature of the palms is exchanging with each other.

Cen Si's expression was still calm, in fact, he wanted to hit the wall with a headache, but Jiang Shiye rubbed his hand, and the pain seemed to be bearable.

He was teetering in the pull, under the double pressure of the medicine effect and exhaustion, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep soon.Dazed and sleepy, he shouted again: "Zombie."

"Um."

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time to ask you how you are doing recently."

Give me a hand.

"I'm fine."

He answered right away.

But my heart suddenly felt astringent.

Jiang Shiye felt that Cen Si shouldn't have said that.

He had only heard the 18-year-old's tone, and he couldn't accept the 21-year-old's polite, soft, weak and indulgent coaxing tone, and he still said sorry.

He looked at him quietly, his facial features were more dazzling and stern than those three years ago.Something disappeared, and wrinkles appeared in my heart: "Then what about you?"

"...It's okay." Cen Si was about to fall asleep.

"Then have you... talked about it?"

On the verge of sleepiness, he braked suddenly: "Huh?"

"Huh? Talk about what?"

"……in love."

Turning a corner on the edge of sleepiness, Cen Si was frightened by these words, as if his blood bag was full for a second, and his mind was clear again for a second.

The ex who has always been dumb and doesn't like to take the initiative sings love songs and squeezes hands, and climbs into bed in the dark night, asking if he has been in love.

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