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Chapter 85
How to help?
When Ji Yu felt that his fingertips and palms were hot, he hardly dared to touch them, and he couldn't catch them.
"When it's raining," Song Qinglan sounded very hard, and couldn't help but tease, "Don't you?"
During the rainy season: "Yeah."
Song Qinglan suddenly understood something.
He gently held the other party's fair hand, wrapped it on the back of the hand, and followed suit, his voice became more hoarse: "That's it..."
……so.
During the monsoon season, he had no strength at all, and his arms were limp. If it weren't for Song Qinglan's driving, even his five fingers would be weak.
His heart was beating fast, faster than he had just finished, and the sound of his heart almost pierced his eardrums. The experience of the palm was too terrifying. He was lying on his back. He really wanted to take a look, but he still blocked his eyes with his arms.
Because, it was the first time he did this kind of thing, and he was not much better than Song Qinglan.
less than three days together.
Is their progress too fast?
like a dream.
When the rainy season came to an end, as soon as the idea popped into his mind, his arm was pulled away.
Song Qinglan lowered her head, her eyes heavy: "Do you remember?"
"Remember what?" Ji Yushi opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was also hoarse, not only the aftertaste left, but also the embarrassment at the moment.
Suddenly, with a heavy blow, Song Qinglan demonstrated by herself.
During the monsoon, there is an illusion that the palm of your hand is about to catch fire.
He understood immediately: "...No!"
Song Qinglan let go of his hand, but there was no sign of ending.
This time, could see clearly during the monsoon rain. Immediately, blood surged up, and whole body burned from head to toe. Before he could move his face away, Song Qinglan grabbed him by the waist and hugged him.
"You will." Song Qinglan panted, brushing his sweaty forehead away. When the breath calmed down a little, he rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of Ji Yu's nose, rubbed affectionately, and muttered, "How did I kiss you, hug you, where and which step, you can understand every detail. Remember it clearly and never forget it again, right?"
Every word Song Qinglan said was true.
At least, about the kiss they had in the training room, his memory would turn out that paragraph from time to time, involuntarily.
Ji Yushi's face was red and his ears were red, but his tone was light: "Well, including sore hands."
"Then," Song Qinglan couldn't help laughing, kissing his chin, "Just help me, just a while."
Ji Yushi: "...Can I take a break?"
Song Qinglan begged him in a low voice: "The arrow is on the string, Xiao Ji, do your best."
Sitting on Song Qinglan's lap like this, was actually a little uncomfortable during the rainy season.
The bathrobe that was spread out on his body had to be straddling, covering everything, only his long legs and shoulders were exposed in the air, and his hands went down again: "... um."
...
"Consultant Ji, go wash your hands."
Song Qinglan kissed his ear, as if to coax him, and deliberately shouted seriously.
It was messed up everywhere, the bed was wrinkled, and there were messy clothes on the ground.
There was the sound of a cat scratching the door.
I don't know which "predecessor" was attracted by their fierce battle just now.
Ji Yushi lay on Song Qinglan's shoulder without any shame, and didn't want to move: "I want to change the sheets."
Song Qinglan: "You don't like your own?"
Ji Yushi: "Well. And yours."
Song Qinglan laughed: "It doesn't mean that I dislike me too much."
He tore off the yukata during the monsoon season, and wiped it off during the monsoon season first, to make this clean-loving person feel a little better.
Then he said, "You go to the wash, and I'll change the sheets."
Ji Yushi not only washed his hands, but also took a shower for himself. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that there were marks on his body, which must have been caused by Song Qinglan's failure to control the severity. The two had no experience at all, and they obviously didn't make it to the end, but after the event they looked very seductive, as if they had done everything.
This level of mutual help is really nothing, and thought it would happen more during the monsoon.
But what he had to admit was that Song Qinglan's restraint made this relationship perfect.
Everything is just right.
It was Xiao Hei who scratched the door.
It was the least timid one, and when it came out of the bathroom during the monsoon, it meowed like it was wronged.
Ji Yushi picked it up and licked it, fed some snacks that Song Qinglan bought before returning to the room.
The smell in the room was strong.
Song Qinglan opened the window after changing the sheets, but after so long, there was still a faint smell.
Seeing him come in, Song Qinglan asked him to sit down, and then naturally took the towel and wiped his hair.
"How many years have you lived alone?" Song Qinglan asked.
Song Qinglan had already washed her hands in the sink, and found a new pair of beach pants to wear during the monsoons—the same ones that she wore to the beach when she was seventeen during the monsoons. Song Qinglan saw him wearing them when they were at the transfer station. . It's not that there are no suitable clothes. The fatter Ji Min is, there are a few clothes here during the monsoon, but Song Qinglan is not willing to wear them.
Ji Yushi: "It's still two months and eight years away, and I moved out after graduating from high school."
The two had talked about the monsoon season before, but they were not deep enough.
At that time, Song Qinglan didn't have the position to ask more, but now that he has, he wants to know everything about Ji Yu.
During the monsoon season, there seem to be few friends, and family members are rarely mentioned.
Even in the house, there are only three cats that accompany him. Song Qinglan felt very uncomfortable when she thought of the appearance of the other party alone in Jiangcheng, and felt distressed for Ji Yushi at that time.
Hearing this answer, Song Qinglan stopped moving: "Why?"
He thought of a possibility and asked, "The adoptive family is not good for you? Or are you not comfortable with it?"
"Neither, they treat me very well." Ji Yushi grabbed his wrist and asked him to sit down, "I moved out because I had to carry my family behind my back and secretly prepare for the sky."
There is a red mark behind the ear during the monsoon.
He shouldn't have noticed it himself, but it was obvious from Song Qinglan's point of view. The cold person, fair skin, and fresh hickey made Song Qinglan's throat dry.
"Secretly preparing for the Sky Vault?"
Song Qinglan just sat down and continued to wipe his hair.
Ji Yushi said "um" and told him the whole story: "My teacher, that is, my adoptive father, and my adoptive mother do not agree that I should be involved in work related to 'time', not even a major in university. I will not be allowed to enter the sky. I moved out on the grounds that I wanted to be quiet, and deliberately applied for multiple majors at the same time①, pretending that I was busy, but in fact I have been preparing for entering the sky. With Ji Minyue for me Cover and it will go well."
It seems that the monsoon is really a good lie.
Except for Song Qinglan, I am afraid that everyone is easily deceived by his appearance and thus deceived.
Song Qinglan frowned: "Why don't they want you to take part in work related to 'time'?"
During the rainy season, it was quiet for a while.
Then he raised his head and said to Song Qinglan, "I suffered from cognitive dysfunction for a while when I was young."
Song Qinglan stopped moving completely.
In the monsoon season, he was not pessimistic, but told the facts like a bystander: "Including learning disabilities, aphasia, agnosia, etc. I can't distinguish between memory and the present, which means that I can't tell which has happened, What didn't happen. Reality and memory were running side by side in my head, causing me to repeat behaviors, not recognizing familiar things, and not being able to understand people's speech."
"……how long?"
Song Qinglan's voice seemed to have been ground by grit.
"Don't worry, that's all in the past."
Ji Yushi grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, half-drooping his eyelashes, "About three years."