The next morning, heard the door opening in the next room and the footsteps going downstairs. After another quarter of an hour, Yi Hui got up and got dressed and washed.

When I came out of the bathroom downstairs, my aunt was putting a bunch of roses into the vase. She saw Yi Hui smiling and said, "Mr. Zhou bought this bunch just right, and I won't be able to put another vase."

Last night, he ran upstairs as if escaping, and Yi Hui saw this bunch of roses on the head of his bed. He didn't have time to appreciate it or thank him. Since it was in his room, it could be regarded as a gift for him. Yi Hui picked up the bouquet and threw it on the corridor outside the door.

I didn't expect to be seen by aunt, so found a bottle to keep it up.

"I said that Mr. Zhou came back so early yesterday, so it was to accompany you for the holiday." Auntie sprayed water on the flowers with a watering can, "There are not many young men who are as busy as Mr. Zhou and take care of the family. They have a successful career and grow up. It's a talent, how many girls and boys outside crying and wanting to find such a person."

At first, Yi Hui thought that Auntie was helping him to say good things under Zhou Jinheng's behest.

From the perspective of a bystander, Zhou Jinheng's actions can be called a perfect marriage partner. He tolerates him unconditionally and treats him well without asking for anything in return. Instead, he becomes the one who is ignorant and unreasonable.

"I'm not his target." Yi Hui said.

Auntie said he was duplicitous: "Oh, quarrels and conflicts between couples are a common thing. My old man and I often have trouble sleeping in separate rooms. You can't talk nonsense like this, you will regret it."

"I won't regret it." Yi Hui looked at the bouquet of roses that were still bright after a night, "I'm not a couple with him."

The aunt was surprised: "Aren't you? Then you belong to Mr. Zhou..."

Yi Hui thought about it and said, "Substitute."

A substitute he used to deceive himself.

It's rainy in summer, and occasionally Yi Hui can't go out because of the heavy rain, and stays behind closed doors for a whole day.

When you get tired of painting, stand up and look at the scenery outside the window, or make a video with your mother and sister to chat about your recent life.

"Your sponsors are too lavish, the hotel rooms are so good." Jiang Yimang was envious in the video, and turned the camera to show him his room, "The air conditioner is broken, and the maintenance staff said that it is not easy to travel in town. , I have to come tomorrow, I am miserable tonight."

Yi Hui said, "Go to Aunt Qiu's house and sleep. I greeted her before I left."

Jiang Yimang turned the camera back again and smiled at the camera with two dimples: "That's what I thought! Aunt Qiu asked me to sleep at their house the whole summer vacation, to save her from running back and forth to look after me... I don't think our family can always Empty, I always have to come back two days a week to spend the night."

Yi Hui was pleased with her sister's sensibleness, and told her to study hard, and don't worry about everything to her brother.

Not long after the video hung up, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, Zhou Jinheng was standing outside. He seemed to have just returned, and his body was still soaked with a little rain and moisture. When he went out, his meticulous hair was a little messy. He raised the bottle in his hand: "I'm sorry to bother you."

After coming to the master bedroom with him, Yi Hui absentmindedly applied the medicine to him, thinking that even if it rains heavily tomorrow, he should go out.

Zhou Jinheng didn't drink alcohol this time, so he didn't talk a lot. He lay there silently, and when he finished wiping his back, he turned around, and when the two faced each other, he quietly looked at Yi Hui.

The eyes are not strong, but at least half of them are restrained. Even so, Yi Hui's scalp is still numb. He wanted to finish wiping and leave quickly, and found that Zhou Jinheng had another bruised scar on the lower part of his left neck, which visually just cut the straight collarbone in half.

Just as he was debating whether to wipe this spot together, Zhou Jinheng suddenly said, "There is a shooting part in the variety show, and the recoil of the gun is strong."

Yi Hui didn't know why he had to explain to himself, and he didn't plan to respond. He wiped away the bruises on the collarbone with the remaining medicine in his hand, and when he was about to put the lid on, Zhou Jinheng said, "There's more."

As he said that, he raised his finger and pointed to the obvious wound on his right cheek.

Yi Hui couldn't refuse, because it was also caused by him.

A new bottle of ointment was used to remove scars and disperse pigment deposits. Yi Hui dug a little with his index finger and applied it to Zhou Jinheng's face.

He stood, Zhou Jinheng sat on the edge of the bed, raised his face, but did not close his eyes, only when Yi Hui's fingertips slid across the skin of his cheek, his thick eyelashes trembled, his expression more focused than the person applying the medicine, It seemed that there was a kind of boy who didn't match his original temperament.

Yi Hui subconsciously wanted to ask if he was in pain, but the words came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, but said nothing.

After that day, Zhou Jinheng left early and returned late, sometimes staying up all night, and it seemed that he had received a new job.

Therefore, Yi Hui did not meet Zhou Jinheng for two weeks. That night when aunt came home from get off work, Yi Hui was washing clothes in the bathroom while making a video with Jiang Yimang, smiling happily at the naive goose on the screen. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the door slam, and then quickly hung up the video, holding hands. Before could wash it, quickly locked the bathroom door.

There was a lot of movement in this set of actions, and it was impossible for Zhou Jinheng not to notice his intentions. Yi Hui couldn't take care of that much, so he hurried upstairs after washing his clothes.

No one knocked on the door at night, and still couldn't sleep well.

The next day, Yi Hui woke up very early, and dawdled on the bed until 8:30 before getting dressed. The other member of the family hadn't left yet. He opened the door behind him and came out, telling him, "Auntie is asking for leave today, I'm not going to leave. Make breakfast for you."

I remember that my aunt said "see you tomorrow" to Yi Hui before she left yesterday. The leave was really sudden.

But this is not his home, and he cannot tolerate it. Yi Hui had planned to go straight out after washing, and packed all his bags. When he walked to the door, he heard a strange movement from the kitchen, followed by Zhou Jinheng gasping for breath.

The footsteps stopped on the threshold, and after a while, Yi Hui returned. When entering the kitchen, first turn off the stove, pour out the half-opened hot oil in the pot, wash and dry the pot, and pour in the cold oil again.

When opened the refrigerator, saw that the only food could handle was two eggs and a roll of vermicelli.

About 20 minutes later, two bowls of noodles were placed on the table. Zhou Jinheng sat for a long time without using chopsticks. Seeing that Yi Hui was almost finished, he took up the bowl and swallowed.

After eating, Zhou Jinheng took the initiative to clean up the tableware and said "thank you" when Yi Hui put on his bag again and was about to go out.

Yi Hui didn't speak from the beginning to the end, fearing that he would misunderstand, he still said, "Just by the way."

There are only noodles left in the refrigerator, so made an extra bowl by the way.

After walking out for a while, I took out my mobile phone to check the time, and "August 21" below the numbers fell into my eyes.

Passing through a bakery, the smell of cream cake wafted into the street, and Yi Hui, who was wrapped in the sweet air, did not have the feeling of happiness overflowing when he saw desserts in the past.

Another day at the coffee shop frequent.

When got out of thoughts from the complicated work, looked up at the window. It was already dark outside, and there were countless raindrops hitting the transparent glass finely.

It has been raining recently, and Yi Hui always forgot to buy an umbrella. After waiting for a while, the rain did not weaken, and it would drag on for more than 12 hours. Yi Hui stood up resignedly, put on his hat and mask, and prepared to rush back in one breath.

When I reached the door of the store, I was stopped by the waiter in the store: "Sir, it's raining outside. You can use this umbrella."

Yi Hui was stunned for a moment, looking at the umbrella in the waiter's hand that obviously didn't look like it was placed in the store for customers to use, and politely declined, "No, I live very close to here."

"Then you need to use an umbrella, it's raining so hard."

"I don't have a good memory, and when I bring things back, I forget to return them."

The round-faced waitress smiled and said, "No need to pay it back. You come to take care of our business every week. This umbrella is a thank you."

The umbrella is blue, and when you open it, you can look up at the cosmic starry sky, which reminds Yi Hui of the umbrella with Doraemon printed on it when it is opened.

He stepped on the thin stagnant water on the ground, kicked the stream of light reflected in it, and listened to the noisy and muffled sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella cloth, walking, and suddenly opened his mouth and smiled.

The same method, that person is really tireless.

It's a pity that he is no longer stupid and has nothing to give.

The narrow non-motorized vehicle lane was crowded with pedestrians. Zhou Jinheng wore a hood and shuttled through the crowd, unhurriedly following the person with the blue umbrella in front of him.

When Yi Hui went out in the morning, he panicked as he watched his leaving back, and then quietly followed. The cafe is not big. He sat at the corner against the wall, occasionally peeking out, but fortunately, Yi Hui was attentive enough to paint, and he didn't notice it once.

At noon, Yi Hui ordered the caramel macchiato in the store. He went around to the front desk and asked the waiter to send an extra small cake. Yi Hui should be happy when he received it. He also ate the cake. It looked good because he The corner of his mouth was raised, the arc was very shallow, but Zhou Jinheng still caught it.

Zhou Jinheng didn't know what was the point of following him like this. In the morning, Yi Hui made noodles for him. This surprise was only enough for him to temporarily let go of his timidity.

He just wanted to stay with Yi Hui, just today.

Before Yang Chengxuan heard about the agreement he was planning, he said that it was a "bottom plan" and that it was thankless. No one would appreciate it in this way.

He felt that this was the only way, a way to both help Yi Hui and keep him by his side. If it hadn't been for an "equivalent exchange" agreement, if it hadn't been limited to 12 hours of freedom and a time limit of only half a year, Yi Hui would have never been able to accept it.

This trick seems despicable, but if Yi Hui doesn't accept it, there will be more despicable and shameless agreements waiting for him to go through, and more cruel traps waiting for him to step on.

Zhou Jinheng didn't want to be the savior of the world, he just wanted to protect Yi Hui by his side, let Yi Hui be within his sight from morning to night, and on this basis, give him the freedom he wanted as much as possible.

From the first day, Zhou Jinheng was restrained, the opportunity was not easy to come by, and he must not scare his little fool away again.

Therefore, when Yi Hui suddenly turned around when he walked into the community and walked on a path that no one passed by, Zhou Jinheng was caught off guard and still had a glimmer of hope.

I hope Yi Hui can look at it for today's sake, for the sake of that bowl of noodles, for the sake of that little cake... even if it's for his sake.

Yi Hui held an umbrella and looked at Zhou Jinheng, who was drenched in the rain, across the rain screen.

"What are you doing with me?" Yi Hui asked.

For more than a month, the two of them had very few conversations, mostly Zhou Jinheng said, and Yi Hui was silent as if he hadn't heard.

It was this beginning that once again surprised Zhou Jinheng. But he didn't dare to be abrupt. The little fool was frightened by his words and deeds after drinking that day. He decided not to drink in the future, and he would not drink even if he was depressed and sad.

He changed all the habits that Yi Hui didn't like.

Zhou Jinheng said: "There is no work today."

The inexplicable answer is intended to elicit more exchanges. Yi Hui under the umbrella was expressionless: "I asked why you followed me."

Zhou Jinheng was drenched in the rain all the way, the cloth soaked with water stuck to his body, the rain dripped down the scattered hair in front of his forehead, blinked his eyes, his vision was blurred.

"It's raining," he said.

Yi Hui gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he couldn't stand him like this.

Zhou Jinheng hurriedly connected, and then stepped to keep up, holding the umbrella handle and sending it to the side and front, trying not to let Yi Hui get caught in the rain.

He was not far from home, and he reached the door within a few steps.

This time, Yi Hui went first. He took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers, which were soaked in the mud.

Zhou Jinheng took the umbrella behind and quickly helped one. Yi Hui shook off his outstretched hand, put on his slippers and went in.

After all, he came back safely, and the anxiety that had been lingering in his heart when he woke up in the morning finally dissipated. Zhou Jinheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looked out the window, and was somewhat grateful for the rain.

Because of the rain, the weather was humid and warm, which was different from this time last year.

When Yi Hui entered the house, he took the watering can and went to the kitchen to collect water and water the flowers. Usually in the morning, the aunt poured it, but today he left in a hurry and forgot.

There were three or two flower buds hanging from the branches of the pot of white snowflakes, which had not bloomed for several days in the flowering period. The climate in City S is not suitable for growing this tropical plant. Yi Hui watered it a lot, and the buds fell heavily, and it didn't look like he was going to show his face.

Seeing Yi Hui squatting there desperately spraying water on the flowers and leaves, Zhou Jinheng said, "Tomorrow I will ask someone to send a new pot over. This pot is a few years old, and it may not bloom after watering."

Yi Hui stopped by the action of the watering can, but the man was still squatting there.

The air conditioner was always on, and before entering the house, Yi Hui had a little rain on his shoulders. Zhou Jinheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so regardless of his wetness, he brought a blanket and said, "Go take a shower first, don't catch a cold."

He bent over and put the blanket over Yi Hui, and when he looked closely, he found that Yi Hui's shoulders were shaking, as if they were really frozen.

"Is it cold? I'm going to turn off the air conditioner."

Zhou Jinheng was busy looking for the switch of the central air conditioner, and after a long circle, he found it next to the kitchen. After turning it off, he saw the blanket at Yi Hui's feet, and walked over to put it on Yi Hui again.

Just picked it up and heard him talking.

The voice was weak, as if talking to himself, and when he got close, he could barely hear a few words clearly.

Yi Hui held the kettle in his hand and stared intently at the potted flower: "Otherwise... watch it die?"

Zhou Jinheng shivered violently, his knuckles suddenly loosened, and the blanket that had not been stained with temperature slipped to the ground again.

On August 21, it rained heavily.

On this day last year, Zhou Jinheng's 22nd birthday, Yi Hui's absurd and dream-like life came to an abrupt end.

The phrase "I'm late" is the biggest irony.

Yi Hui curled up his limbs and gritted his teeth to resist the cold, but the fermenting cold air in his body condensed his blood and froze his heartbeat.

Since it's too late, don't come again.