That night, ① Xiao Huixia's Weibo posted a photo of a Doraemon-shaped scented candle. It was not lit. There was a bunch of cartoon flames on the wick. , reluctant to point...

Dora Hem took the sofa and replied: Click it, those little ornaments will turn up.

Yi Hui couldn't believe it: Really? [Doraemon surprised]

Doraemon: Try it.

Yi Hui immediately put down his phone and eagerly went to find the source of the fire.

No one in the house smoked, did not burn wood for cooking, and did not have a lighter, so he went to Aunt Qiu's house next door to borrow the aromatherapy.

After lighting it, held it back with hands to block the wind, carefully placed it on the table, and observed it closely. The candlelight was flickering. The bamboo dragonflies, memory bread, and random doors around Doraemon began to rotate slowly, refreshing and refreshing. The aroma filled the air, and he sank into this drea scene, moved a stool and sat at the table, holding his cheeks and enjoying it for ten minutes.

When picked up the phone again, was taken aback by the news that the microblog was swiping the screen. After a closer look, it was all from Dora Hem—

Don't order it yourself, ask your family to help.

And don't use matches, be careful to burn your hands.

Remember to put the lighter in a safe place after use, do not touch open flames.

Is it on?

If you can't find a lighter, don't light it.

Is it on?

are you back?

Stop it now.

What about people?

Where did it go?

Stay still, don't touch the fire!

...

Yi Hui looked bewildered. He felt like he would knock on the door if he didn't reply Dora Hem. He was afraid that he would be in a hurry.

Doraemon: Didn't you hurt?

Yi Hui replied: No [Doraemon smiles]

Dora Hem: Don't do this by yourself in the future, it's too dangerous.

Yi Hui couldn't figure out where the danger was, so he tilted his head and replied, "It's not dangerous, just light a fire..."

Dora Hem: You are a painter, and your hands are more important than anything else.

Yi Hui was stunned for a moment.

Although he felt that the other party was making a fuss, he was still warmed by such concern: Thank you for your concern, I will be careful in the future [heart]

At this time, outside the Jiang's courtyard, Zhou Jinheng, who was running over, was panting heavily against the wall with one hand.

I almost raised hand and knocked on the door just now, and now received a reply, so calmed down a little.

①Little Hui Xia will post a short video. He posted the appearance of the aromatherapy incense stick on Weibo, and Zhou Jinheng's sharp eyes caught a hand that was accidentally photographed.

The clean back of his hand, which had no traces of burns, made Zhou Jinheng in a trance for a moment, his thoughts were distracted, and he was led to another place.

But in just a short while, it was overshadowed by other details that could not be ignored, such as the same hobbies, the same style of painting, and the same punctuation habits when sending messages.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he ignores the differences, ignores the causes and consequences of the conventions in the mouths of others, stubbornly grasps those similarities, and magnifies them infinitely, which is enough to persuade himself to stand firm.

This is Yi Hui, he is not crazy.

Look, even the characteristic of being cautious is the same. The hand in the video stretches forward, and originally intended to touch the small pendant that rotates, but because the flame in the middle suddenly jumped up, he quickly retracted his hand, and the camera followed. The person in charge of the camera stepped back and zoomed away, and a small voice "scared me to death" was heard in the video.

This was exactly Yi Hui's reaction when he was frightened. After Zhou Jinheng smiled knowingly, he couldn't help thinking, he was so afraid of being hot, why did he never hide or cry when he was so bad at the time? ?

Perhaps the aromatherapy really had a calming effect, so Yi Hui slept through the night.

Sleeping soundly makes it easier to dream, and is extremely impressed. He dreamed that he picked up a glass and poured water, the glass cracked in his hand, and the hot water was sprinkled on the back of his hand.

The burning pain followed like a shadow from the dream to the outside of the dream. After waking up for a few minutes, Yi Hui was still sitting on the bed looking at his hand spread out in front of him. Whether it was full of burns, mottled and ugly in the past life, or clean and flawless and never suffered from any flesh in this life, this is a pair of painting hands.

During breakfast, Yi Hui was frightened by the sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen. With a flick of his chopsticks, one of the fried dumplings he picked up fell on the table. , learned, learned."

The table was not dirty, Yi Hui picked up the fried dumplings again and put them in the bowl, lowered his voice and said solemnly, "You are not allowed to follow me."

Yi Hui is very thin, and Jiang Xuemei is always worried that he will not be full. In addition to three meals a day, the family always prepares some ready-to-eat food.

Recently, because of Yi Hui's change in preferences, all the bread, biscuits, etc. have been replaced with sweets, and the fried fruit with sugar balls can't be kept for too long. Jiang Xuemei found several small bags of unfinished snacks from under the bed, some of which were moldy.

"Brother, are you a hamster, and have food for the winter?" Jiang Yimang almost turned over with a smile, and after laughing, he said sternly, "But don't ask me if you can't eat it, I'm losing weight."

For this, Yi Hui felt sorry for Jiang Xuemei, and ran several laps in the yard when she was alone during the day, trying to speed up her digestion and eat more when she came back.

Tang Wenxi heard his distress on the phone and suggested that he do push-ups at home, which can not only strengthen his body but also consume a lot of physical strength, killing two birds with one stone.

Yi Hui thought it made sense, so he wiped the bluestone floor in the yard and rolled up his sleeves.

Who would have thought that this body is weaker than he used to be, and if he does two, he can't get down on the ground.

Yi Hui felt embarrassed, got up and slipped into the house, sticking his tongue out, thinking that fortunately no one saw him.

This afternoon, Jiang Yimang dragged the last class of their class for half an hour. She thought she would probably not see that person today, and she hung her head and slumped when she left the school. When he was halfway, he saw the tall and tall figure on the side of the road near the door.

The two spontaneously walked to the secluded place behind the house like a spy connection.

Zhou Jinheng didn't wear a mask today, the iron-grey trench coat made his waist taller and his legs longer, Jiang Yimang was almost stunned.

It's just that the sack in his hand doesn't match his handsome outfit.

"Yoga mat." Zhou Jinheng took the initiative to explain, "If he does exercise in the future, he will do it on this mat."

"This..." Jiang Yimang hesitated, "My brother stays at home all day and doesn't know how to exercise."

Zhou Jinheng remembered something, smiled and said, "He will."

Jiang Yimang's brain was basically in a state of strike in front of Aidou. When Aidou said it would, she immediately took it and weighed it in her arms: "Where did you buy this? We don't seem to have it in this town. Sell ​​it?"

Zhou Jinheng said, "I went to the city during the day."

"That's it." After these few days of contact, Jiang Yimang wasn't so nervous at first, and he could have a few normal conversations occasionally, "Nah... It's okay if you don't go to film?"

Probably in order to thank Jiang Yimang for helping him deliver the gift, Zhou Jinheng was very patient. He responded to the little girl's requests and answered any questions: "The crew has asked for leave, it's fine."

Jiang Yimang asked tentatively, "For my brother?"

Zhou Jinheng answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Jiang Yimang looked down and saw where he asked where he asked, "Then does your hand still hurt?"

Zhou Jinheng moved the gauze-wrapped wrist and said truthfully, "There's a little more, but it's fine."

"We have medicines for removing blood stasis and swelling, including sprays and patches. I'll get them for you."

After Jiang Yimang finished speaking, he turned to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Jinheng: "No, don't alarm him."

For some reason, Jiang Yimang, who has never been in love, can always hear Zhou Jinheng's concern for his brother from these few words.

She still couldn't fully digest this matter. She felt that the world was too magical. She stood there for a while and asked, "You guys, when did I say you and my brother met?"

"Five years ago." Zhou Jinheng replied.

Jiang Yimang pinched his fingers and took a breath, saying that he is busy with work and has no intention of falling in love? What did you know when you were 17?

The little girl who was hit didn't give up. With a vague yearning for love, she asked expectantly, "Then you will...will you get married?"

Zhou Jinheng finally smiled again: "When he forgives me, of course he will."

Yi Hui, who is addicted to painting, doesn't know what consensus the two people outside the door have reached, but only knows that his sister has looked at him strangely in recent days.

When delivered the aromatherapy that day, face was sluggish, and couldn't recall soul after a few shouts. Today, came back with a cylindrical sack and said it was for him, but expression was not so stupid. When looked at him, a pair of eyes Shiny, like watching a national treasure.

Yi Hui touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"

Jiang Yimang shook his head: "I heard that often staring at a person will gradually become like that person. I want to see you more."

Yi Hui opened today's gift with a head full of question marks, and found it was a blue yoga mat. The shameful scene of doing only two push-ups in the yard during the day came to mind, he asked cautiously: "You... see ?"

Jiang Yimang was still staring at him, and asked incredulously, "I see."

Yi Hui only felt that his reputation was ruined, and he had no time to study other things, so he ran back to the room with the gift.

The yoga mat is very useful. It is spread on the ground beside the bed. Even if one foot does not step into the slippers when getting out of bed, it will not freeze to the soles of the feet.

At night, after lighting up the aromatherapy, Yi Hui leaned against the bedside to scan Weibo, and brushed a message from Dora Hem. In the photo, there was an arm on the side, and the wound was swollen and torn. Even if it was blurred, it was still shocking.

As an online neighbor who has to say good morning and night to each other every day, Yi Hui immediately sent a private letter to ask: What's the matter with you?

The very idle Doraemon replied in seconds: Injured

The roses are gone, it seems very serious, Yi Hui is a little distressed: How did you get it? Have you medicated? Be careful of infection [poor]

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Jinheng saw the concern from Yi Hui, and the expression on his face that had become hideous because of the treatment of the wound finally eased a little.

Wrapping the open wound with gauze, Zhou Jinheng thought with tears and laughter, this medicine is not as effective as a little fool's words.

He used to have a lot of those concerns.

I remember one time I accidentally injured my arm while filming. He returned home angrily, and the little fool took care of him. Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to eat, he came over to feed him with a spoon, but he was in a bad mood and pushed him away, the bowl was knocked over on the ground, and the little fool also Not angry, after cleaning up, he ran to the bathroom to give him bath water. Fearing that he would take his anger out again, he stood at the door and said timidly, "My hands are swollen, I'll feel better if I take a hot bath."

Zhou Jinheng was used to taking a shower and felt that taking a bath was a waste of time. He went into the bathtub for a while when he had nothing to do on vacation that day. don’t remember how comfortable it was. His hand, lowered his head and touched his lips lightly.

Perhaps it was more appropriate to use "kiss", a kiss so careful that it was almost flattering that it fell on the back of his hand and also on his heart.

From that time on, whenever he woke up in the bed at home, Zhou Jinheng would keep pretending to sleep quietly, not to scare the little fool, and secondly to hear what he would say.

It's a pity that there are not many such opportunities, because he has gone home too few times, and the touch of the soft lips on the back of his hand has almost disappeared.

In order to prolong his life, or to find a buffer for the unresponsive gestures these days, Zhou Jinheng wanted to get some more attention from the little fool, so he couldn't help but say something weak: Even after applying the medicine, it still hurts.

①Little Huixia: What should we do then? Is there no one around to take care of you?

Zhou Jinheng replied: Originally, I was angry and walked away.

①Little Hui Xia: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hurry up and coax her back!

Zhou Jinheng smiled bitterly: He refused to see me.

The other end was silent for two or three minutes, as if digesting the detail that "she" became "he". After the digestion was almost finished, he asked: Why? What are you doing wrong?

Zhou Jinheng thought for a while, and in order not to let him notice, he just asked: If someone hurts you, will you forgive him?

①Little Huixia: It depends on how it hurts...

Seeing this line of words, Zhou Jinheng's heart suddenly lifted, and he couldn't wait to type: I said I liked him when I didn't like him, lied to him to be with me, and treated him badly later.

The other Zhou Jinheng did not dare to speak, for fear of exposing too much. The little fool was not stupid at first, but now he is wiser and has to be careful.

After the message was sent, he held his phone and waited for a reply. Zhou Jinheng can't feel the pain in his arm at all now, but every minute and every second is still so difficult, longer than all the waiting he has experienced.

About three minutes later, the phone vibrated twice, and the moment he saw the long-awaited reply, Zhou Jinheng's heart was beating erratically because of his nervousness, like a free-falling stone that fell off a cliff, and fell heavily on the cold ground in the blink of an eye. superior.

①Little Huixia: Deception can be big or small

①Little Huixia: If it's me, I can't forgive