In the last scene of the TV series, Grandma Song was silent for a while and said:

Siwei didn't answer, her eyes lowering and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The old man's eyes dimmed, and he sighed: "Actually, in the final analysis, Ju'an's suffering is caused by me, this kid doesn't mention it on the surface, but I know that he has a grudge against me." ”

She asked, "Why don't you tell Captain Song about this?"

The old man smiled, turned off the TV, and told Si Wei to go to bed early, and then went back to the room.

Successfully sent, she thought that if she didn't reply, she probably wouldn't come back.

While waiting for him to return, Siwei was still thinking about what the old man had told her, and before she knew it, almost ten minutes had passed.

Si Wei put on his slippers and went to open the door, and in the dark corridor, his tall figure stood at the door, still holding his mobile phone in his hand, and the screen stayed on the text message editing page.

"Why did you come so late on a mission?" she asked, standing up straight.

"Hmm. ”

Song Ju'an took it and spread out a blanket to cover his waist and abdomen, "You can go to sleep too." ”

She tentatively wrenched it again, and it was still the same.

Si Wei slowly turned his head and pointed to the door: "It seems to be ...... was locked by Xu Heyan. ”

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Song Ju'an smiled, "It seems that you have to sleep on the sofa with me." ”

"What about you?" said Swee.

To be honest, this sofa is at most one meter long, and it really can't fit a person like him.

In the half-light and half-darkness, the two seemed to be facing each other, one sitting and the other standing, obviously talking about where to sleep, but after the stiffness lasted, the atmosphere changed its taste.

"I'll sleep here, there's a way for you to move me away. ”

Si Wei looked stupid, forgot to react under his feet, and looked directly at the two long legs that were slightly curled.

Hearing him say this, Si Wei directly threw the blanket to him, and a cold voice sounded at the same time: "If you want to sleep, you can sleep." ”

He had taken a shower before he came, so he couldn't smell sweat.

In the second half of the night, when the temperature dropped, Si Wei put on a pair of pajamas, instinctively hugged his shoulders in his sleep, curled up his limbs, and hugged himself into a small group like a newborn.

Feeling the warmth, Si Wei unconsciously relaxed, turned around, and faced Song Ju'an.

Song Ju'an half-squatted beside the sofa, his fingers caressing her beautiful cheeks, lingering on her chin, and rubbing them gently like an addiction.

The profession of firefighter, there are too many "involuntarily", very few can give the other half, every girl longs for a sense of security, as a firefighter boyfriend, they can fight for anyone, but their lives can never be given to their beloved, what can be handed over to each other is just a fiery heart.

Song Ju'an thought that if he really came to that point, he would be willing to endure the torment of not being able to love, at least Si Wei's reason could make her not have to indulge in the entanglement of love and dislove.

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She lifted the blanket to wash, and when she passed by the coffee table, she found the note on it:

Si Wei glanced at the wall clock on the wall, quickly packed it up, and headed to the park.

There were a few teenagers on the playground who scrambled to shoot first, as if it was the same group of children yesterday;

The old man in the distance sat under the gazebo, holding his pet dog in his hand, and laughing with his wife beside him.

Si Wei took off his headphones and looked along the right-hand side, and within his field of vision, Song Ju'an trotted over.

"How many laps?"

Song Ju'an glanced at her and commented, "It's a step back." ”

Song Ju'an was helpless and changed the topic: "Buy breakfast later?"

Song Ju'an lowered his eyes and played with the plastic bottle in his hand, and his cheeks inhaled deeply into two pits, and his vision was obscure.

For a long time, Song Ju'an chuckled, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was mocking the old man who wasted his life for his dead lover, and he himself was a victim of it.

Nowadays, he feels that his existence is ridiculous.

To this day, Song Ju'an doesn't want to think about forgiveness or not, and the pain he has suffered in his family relationship makes him dare not hope to regain that emotion.

Si Wei took out the somewhat deformed bottle from his hand and asked lightly, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"

"Let's go. Si Wei got up and naturally held his wrist, and Song Ju'an raised his eyes to look at her, feeling inexplicable.

Seeing the little guy's invitation so actively, Song Ju'an's solemn mood suddenly relaxed, and he accompanied her to the supermarket.

When he got home, Song Ju'an was pulled to the balcony by Xu Heyan for questioning as soon as he changed his shoes.

At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, four plates of dumplings were completed.

Song Ju'an walked into the kitchen, looked at the dumpling wrappers with different colors, and asked, "What kind of stuffing?"

"It's okay, I don't pick. ”

Si Wei stared at the fire: "Are you going to give an interview show tomorrow?"

At this time, the water was boiling, Si Wei lifted the lid of the pot, the heat rushed up, she withdrew slightly, and poured the dumplings into the boiling water one by one.

The fire turned to medium, and Si Wei leaned in front of the cabinet to look at him, "Was it an accident?"

Si Wei did not dodge until he saw the evil smile on his lips, indifferently turned his gaze, lifted the lid of the pot, and stirred the half-cooked dumplings in the pot with a colander.

"Hey. Song Ju'an responded very cooperatively, took out the bowl from the cabinet, and before leaving, the afterglow swept over her reddish neck, secretly proud.

In my heart, I have to admit that Fang Cai was indeed a little surprised, but fortunately, his facial expression was well controlled.

There has been no woman around him over the years, and he naturally has no idea of taking care of his image, and he often finishes his work after three or two days.

At noon, the four of them gathered around a table, and Xu Heyan claimed to reward the chef, so he sandwiched a dumpling in the bowl of Siwei and the old man.

The named person didn't say a word, took the chopsticks and clicked on the table, and quickly sandwiched two dumplings over.

After lunch, Song Ju'an wanted to go back to the team again, and before leaving, he left cash for the old man and told her to call if she had something, but nothing else.

The reflective surface of the elevator reflected Song Ju'an's upright posture, and he had a sad face.

"Yes, I would love to vent the pain I have experienced over the years to her, but I know very well that there is no point in doing that. Song Ju'an eased his mood and said hoarsely:

He wiped his face, restraining his emotions.

The fire had sharpened him into an iron wall, but no one knew that he was still the young man who would be painful and sentimental.