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Chapter 47 Confession
It was obviously a sentence that should be beaten by Song Yan, but at that moment Song Yan didn't know why, and suddenly felt a guilty conscience for no reason, and didn't want Xia Zhiye to continue with the following words.
Although he couldn't tell what the source of this guilty conscience really came from, his subconscious instinct surpassed his sober emotional cognition, and he always felt that what Xia Zhiye should not say and what he should not listen to.
Fortunately, the sightseeing car just arrived at the medical room, and he took Xia Zhiye's hand away: "You are a fucking fool."
Then, with long legs, he quickly escaped from the sightseeing car.
As a result, the speed was too fast and the movements were too violent. As soon as he touched the ground, his waist felt soft and he almost stumbled and fell. Fortunately, he was firmly supported by a pair of familiar palms.
"Are you still running?"
Xia Zhiye's tone seemed a little angry, but also a little funny.
Song Yan sternly said, "Release."
"Just continue to be stubborn." Xia Zhiye didn't succumb to Song Yan's arrogance this time, and directly lifted Song Yan and put him on the bed in the medical room, "Doctor, his waist seems to be strained, please help me. Look."
Song Yancai realized once again that if it was purely physical strength, he should really be unable to beat Xia Zhiye, so he simply lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, pretended not to hear anything, could not see anything, and went to escape. Any conversation that is possible down there.
It was the first time that Xia Zhiye saw someone who was pulling up to the sky every day in such an ostrich posture, standing beside the bed, watching his waist twitch in pain from the doctor's pressure, lightly rubbing the back groove. Ya, really want to pick someone up and educate them on the spot.
Fortunately, the situation was not serious, and the doctor quickly made a professional judgment: "It's the slightest strain. I'll put an ice pack on it for you later, and rest for a few days. It'll be fine."
Xia Zhiye was still worried: "But he looks quite painful."
"Who's to blame?" The doctor asked directly, "No matter how minor a strain is, you need to rest. If you don't take care of it, it's fine, and you go rock climbing. He doesn't hurt you?"
Saying that, he dropped a huge white eye and turned to go out to get an ice pack.
Xia Zhiye finally felt relieved, looking at Song Yan's whole head buried in the pillow and only the pointy ears left, he squatted down, got close to Song Yan's ears, and said with a low laugh, "I really hurt."
Song Yan's ears twitched.
Xia Zhiye: "I feel bad."
Song Yan: "..."
After three seconds of frozen silence, Song Yan sat up and gritted his teeth, picked up the pillow and smashed it on Xia Zhiye's face: "Can you fucking stop being so dirty!"
"Is it dirt? I have more dirt, if you want to hear..."
"Shut up! Hiss-"
Before Song Yan could finish beating, she took another breath of cold air.
I happened to bump into the doctor who came in with an ice pack, and saw that the patient was still trying to commit murder in the medical room, and immediately fell down: "You beat another one? If you beat another one, you may be in bed for the rest of your life!"
"At that time, I'll be the only one to serve you." Xia Zhiye propped his chin up, raised his head, and smiled shamelessly.
Song Yan sat on the bed, clutching the pillow, wishing he could just cover him to death, but since there was a third party, he could only lie back on the bed with gritted teeth.
The doctor helped him put the ice pack on, and then motioned for Xia Zhiye to come and help him hold it down: "It's fine to apply it for 20 to 30 minutes. After returning home, apply it again at night, and again during the day tomorrow."
"no problem."
Xia Zhiye looked quite reliable, so the doctor left with confidence.
As soon as he brought it to the door, Song Yan flew up and kicked Xia Zhiye: "Go away for me!"
Then Xia Zhiye easily grabbed his ankle and pressed it back: "If you move again, I will sit on your lap."
"..." Song Yannao made up the scene, "Xia Zhiye, are you ill?"
"Who are you talking about who is sick?" Xia Zhiye asked confidently, "Who knows that he has been injured and has to climb a rock and then be put here to apply ice in the cold weather? Are you sick or not? I'm sick?"
Song Yan knew that he was wrong and chose to lie down in silence.
The hero does not suffer immediate losses, and when his back is healed, it will not be too late for him to beat Xia Zhiye to death.
"So can you tell me why you insisted on climbing?" Xia Zhiye didn't think Song Yan was such an impulsive and irrational person, there must be some special reason for him to do such a thing, so asked in a low voice.
Song Yan was lying on the bed, drooping his eyelids, covering his emotions, and replied coldly: "It's nothing, I just don't want to lose to that Ultraman."
"Is it for the little mahjong?"
Xia Zhiye didn't believe Song Yan's nonsense at all, and asked directly.
Song Yan quickly denied it: "No."
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Then I'll turn around and tell Xiaomajong that her disgusted brother was seriously injured in order to fulfill her wish, making her feel guilty and sad for a lifetime."
"?" Song Yan looked back at Xia Zhiye, "You don't understand human words?"
Xia Zhiye turned the ice bag over: "Then you have to speak human words first."
"..."
Song Yan could see that Xia Zhiye had made a real move about what happened today. He must have been fooled by himself, and he didn't want Xia Zhiye to bring up other things again.
So he lay down again, "It's not for the little mahjong, it's for myself."
The voice was half covered in the pillow, it sounded a little dull and a little far: "This is my first time to an amusement park."
Xia Zhiye paused slightly while holding the ice pack.
"When I was a child, my mother was always sick, and my father didn't care about me. I never went to an amusement park. Every time I saw other children go to the amusement park with my parents, I was envious, so I was arguing. Ask them to take me there."
"My dad seemed to be in a good mood that day, and promised to take me and my mother there on the weekend, so my mother was in a good mood too."
"I still remember that the sky in Beijing was very blue that day. My mother dressed up very beautifully and changed me into a little dress. We waited for my dad at home, and we waited and waited, and finally waited until he was on TV with other women. Attend the event."
"That was the last time I saw my mom and I never went to the amusement park again."
"It's not that I reject it or feel that there is a shadow, it's just that I simply wanted something when I was a child, but I couldn't get it. When I grow up, I don't want it anymore."
"So I don't want to be an adult like my dad, and I don't want to disappoint other kids, it's that simple."
Lightly downplaying the fallen words, it is like a bystander calmly telling other people's stories, and they don't care, and it is extremely pointless, but when it is put into action, there is a certain stubbornness and awkwardness that no one can understand.
Xia Zhiye's fingers holding the ice pack were frozen a little.
Song Yan heard that he didn't move for a long time, turned around and saw that he was drooping his eyelids as if in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyes: "It's nothing, just thinking that the fireworks show is about to start, do you want to see it?"
"?"
Before Song Yan could understand what this meant, Xia Zhiye put down the ice pack, arranged for Song Yan's clothes, then dragged him up half-holding and half-coaxing, and walked out holding hands.
Song Yan was just a little confused at his mercy throughout the whole process, and didn't realize what was going on.
In his imagination, after he said this, Xia Zhiye would either say something comforting and compassionate, or scold him for being a fool. So unresponsive as if he didn't hear that big paragraph of his own, what does it mean?
By the time he reacted, he had been led by Xia Zhiye on the brightly lit Fairy Tale Street after nightfall.
There were people coming and going, and the waist didn't hurt so much after the cold compress, but Xia Zhiye's right hand was scorching hot, and the couple's bracelets between the two wrist bones were also dazzling.
Song Yan shook his hand, trying to break free, but Xia Zhiye's fingers tightened.
Two big boys wearing the same shield iron sweater holding hands and walking in the amusement park are eye-catching.
Noticing that the girls around were covering their mouths and snickering without malicious intent, Song Yan felt a little hot at the base of his ears, gritted his teeth, and said viciously, "Xia Zhiye, what do you want?"
"Take you to the fireworks show."
Xia Zhiye answered naturally.
Song Yan said angrily, "When did I say I wanted to watch the fireworks show?"
"Didn't you say you didn't watch it when you were a kid?"
"I have seen the Japanese fireworks display."
"Who did you watch it with?"
"Summer camp teacher."
"That time is different."
"Why is it different?"
Xia Zhiye paused, turned around, and said with a smile, "Because this time I watched it at the amusement park with me."
At the end of Fairy Tale Street is the river bank, opposite the river bank is the castle where the fireworks show is performed.
The river breeze blew softly, lifting his forehead hair, the light of Fairy Tale Street fell into his light brown eyes, and gently lifted up along the end of his eyes, like a vixen trying to deceive a good scholar, deliberately making a gentle and seductive appearance.
Song Yan: "..."
fuck.
His heart is really bad.
In order to avoid a real heart attack, Song Yan's will to survive made Song Yan throw Xia Zhiye's hand away, but he accidentally bumped into a little one in the crowd.
With a thud, Xiao Budian sat on the ground with a buttock, and tears were about to flow down. Song Yanmang squatted down and tried to coax him.
But a pair of arms that folded the cuffs of a business shirt took a step ahead of him and hugged Little Dot softly and powerfully: "Baby don't cry, Daddy hugs him."
A woman in a skirt and a men's suit jacket beside her also hurriedly handed a string of marshmallows: "Baby don't cry, Mommy feed you candy, okay?"
Xiao Budian's tears instantly turned into snot bubbles, and he grinned: "Okay!"
Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Sorry, I was careless."
The man wearing only a shirt and suit pants said with a low smile: "It's okay, children are not so squeamish, don't worry about it."
After speaking, he held his son in one hand and his wife in the other, and leaned in a safer direction.
He is obviously a mature and stable business man, but he wears a shiny Mickey ear headband on his head, obviously to make a pair with his wife's Minnie ear and baby's Donald Duck hat, while his wife holds it high. Holding marshmallows, smiling and feeding them to the big and small beside them.
Just looking at it, you can tell that it is a happy family of three.
This is the warmth that Song Yan has never experienced in her life and will never experience again.
For example, he couldn't cry since he was a child.
Because when cried when was a child, mother would go crazy.
When he grows up and cry again, Song Minghai will call him trash.
So he'd better not watch this kind of scene. Anyway, he's past the naive age where he wants these companionship and pampering the most, so it's no big deal if he doesn't.
Song Yan looked away, reached out and put the sweater hat on his head, hiding his eyebrows and eyes in the shadows, only revealing a thin, cold jaw and a slightly taut lip line.
Xia Zhiye saw it in his eyes, ran silently from the bottom of his heart, rubbed his hat, and said in a low voice, "You stand here and don't move..."
Before finishing speaking, Song Yan interrupted: "If you dare to buy oranges, you will die."
"..."
It really doesn't match up at all.
Xia Zhiye chuckled, "Don't worry, I don't buy oranges, wait for me here, don't run around."
After he finished speaking, he squeezed out through the densely packed crowd.
Song Yan felt inexplicable, turned around, leaned on the railing, and looked at the fairy tale castle opposite.
When was a child, always thought that the amusement park was the most sterious place in the world. As long as went to the amusement park, it was like entering a fairy tale world, and everyone laughed happily.
In fact, it seems to be the case, the crowd around them is noisy and crowded, some are a family of three, some are young couples who are in love, and no matter how bad it is, the boys and girls who are gags are hilariously laughing and scolding.
Only he, as always, seemed redundant in the crowd.
So why did he agree to Xia Zhiye to come to the amusement park, and why was he brought to watch some fireworks show inexplicably.
Song Yan felt irritated and turned to leave.
The little guy who had just been knocked down by him didn't know when he rubbed against him again, wearing a Donald Duck hat, clutching a cotton candy, raised his head, and blinked: "Brother doesn't have parents, why? Will you be alone?"
Even though he knew that in this two- or three-year-old kid, interpersonal relationships might be limited to parents, mothers, grandparents, and he didn't mean to be scolding, Song Yan still felt a little bit of a crit at that moment.
He looked down at Xiao Budian, and just didn't know how to answer this question, when he felt his shoulders being hugged from behind, and then a lazy voice came from the side of his ear: "Brother has a big brother, he is not alone. ."
At that moment, Song Yan didn't know why, and felt that Xia Zhiye's words seemed not to answer Xiaodian, but to him.
He turned his head, and it happened to meet Xia Zhiye's smiling eyes. His heart beat fast, and he avoided his eyes in panic: "What nonsense in front of a child."
"What nonsense did I say?"
Xia Zhiye put his arms around Song Yan's shoulder, turned his head to look at him, "Why, our brother Yan is shy."
Song Yan wanted to scold "Fuck you" directly, but there was a little girl who was snoring next to him, so he could only resist the urge to curse and slap him open: "Don't bother me!"
"I won't bother you with this on."
"?"
Song Yanwei raised her head, looked down from under the brim of her hat, and saw a huge ball of marshmallows and a Mickey luminous headband dangling gently in front of him.
"...Go away! I don't wear it! I beat Xia Zhiye... um."
Song Yan was halfway through cursing, and a light pink marshmallow was suddenly stuffed into his mouth.
Strawberry-flavored soft fudge shreds on the tip of the tongue, soaking through the taste buds. It was originally sweet and a little greasy, but it just dispelled the bitterness of the original pantothenic acid.
While he was stunned, Xia Zhiye put Mickey's headband on his head through the sweater hat.
Song Yan reacted and was so angry that he wanted to kick Xia Zhiye directly, but when he looked up, he saw the big Minnie headband on Xia Zhiye's head, against the tall boy who was 1.87 meters tall. It was inexplicably cute.
And this very cute big boy is still looking at him with a smile: "Yes, our geezer is naturally beautiful and looks good in anything."
So the tone in Song Yan's heart was inexplicably stuck there. He couldn't get up, and he couldn't get down. He could only threw out a cold voice: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I just think that other children have it, and we, Song Yan, have it too." Xia Zhiye looked down at him, his brows were slightly curved, and he smiled loosely and indulgently.
At that moment, the inexplicable guilt and panic flooded Song Yan's heart again. He didn't want to face this emotion, and he didn't want to hear Xia Zhiye continue to say the next words.
He pulled the headband off his head and shoved it into Xia Zhiye's hand with a cold face: "I said, things that you didn't want when you were young don't want you anymore when you grow up, don't you understand?"
After speaking, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd, trying to leave this lively place that was incompatible with him.
The wrist was grabbed by the familiar warm palm: "Is that marshmallow sweet?"
Song Yan paused slightly after a thoughtless question.
However, he didn't answer, it was already the most obvious answer.
"So you see, what you wanted when you were a child may not necessarily be what you don't want when you grow up."
"Xia Zhiye, what do you mean?"
Song Yan asked coldly.
Xia Zhiye answered patiently and gently: "I mean don't get it because you wanted it when you were young, and say you don't want it because you're afraid of not getting it when you grow up."
Like sugar.
such as toys.
Like love and companionship.
"Song Yan, what you want, what you like, there is no shame at all, there is no need to escape."
"I didn't run away."
"Then go back."
"..."
Song Yan was so upset that she wanted to disappear from here immediately, and she didn't know what she would face when she turned around.
But he knew that if he didn't turn his head, he would never be able to prove to Xia Zhiye and himself that he was simply not wanting instead of escaping.
So he turned around and looked at Xia Zhiye with a calm and indifferent expression: "Xia Zhiye, what do I want, what do I like, and what does it have to do with you, why are you not..."
"because I like you."
Song Yan was halfway through questioning, but was suddenly interrupted. He was stunned for a while, looking at Xia Zhiye with blank and unbelievable eyes.
And Xia Zhiye just looked down at him, saying every word with firmness and gentleness, as if he didn't intend to leave him any room to escape.
"Song Yan, I like you. It's the kind of like that wants to give you everything you want, so I care about whether you are happy or not, whether you are healthy or not, and whether you are sad. I care about you.what you want, what you like."
"Song Yan, these are all because I like you, the kind of likes that I like very much, so do you understand now?"
The clock struck exactly eighth.
The fireworks exploded in the night sky with the most gorgeous and decisive gesture, and then scattered all over the place, everyone applauded and cheered.
Only the teenagers in the crowd heard the liking that he couldn't escape in the end.
Xia Zhiye was right, it wasn't that he didn't want it, he just wanted to escape.
But the one who likes him is far braver than him.