Chapter 60: The Birds That Didn't Arrive

Cheng looked at the two sleeping on the map blanket of Monopoly, got up and went to the bedroom to find two blankets to cover them.

The night was spent in laughter, and so was Pear and Nishimori laughing. Cheng silently guarded the two of them at this moment, enjoying a comfortable and stable tranquility.

Pears will become cheerful, he believes.

Cheng looked at the Nishimori next to the Monopoly chess with the flag and cards disrupted before the winner was decided, and reproduced the conversation in the kitchen in his mind.

Cheng is a very clumsy person in this regard, he is not good at expressing emotions.

Nishimori lies on his knees under the blanket, with only his head and feet exposed. The short wheat-colored hair was not on the cheeks next to the ears, but there was still a little hair sticking to the side of the mouth. Nishimori's black long-sleeved school uniform is below the neck, and the school uniform that matches his height looks a little fat when worn on Nishimori's body. The collar was slightly pleated at the chest and did not fit snugly against Saimori's slightly developed body.

Nishimori's petite stature was so delicate compared to the Rich man's map that he could easily use it to tie Nishimori into a burrito if he wanted to.

Compared with the little pear sleeping on the other side, Xi Shou is at most a junior sister, Cheng Xiang. He always felt that if he did what Nishimori said, it would be like bullying her, after all, if he wanted to, Nishimori would have no chance to resist.

Cheng plans to take a closer look at her.

He propped himself up on crutches with one hand, almost tiptoeing to Nishimori's side and then lurking.

He tentatively reached out his hand and hovered around Nishimori's neck at the corner of her mouth, and after seeing that Nishimori's breathing was still steady, he tried to pinch his hair to expose Nishimori's delicate cheeks in front of his eyes.

Nishimori slept soundly, not feeling anyone touching her at all.

Cheng's courage grew, and he put his hand with body temperature on Nishimori's cheek, sliding from the corner of his eye to the back of his ear, and Nishimori was like a sleeping kitten, his body slumped a little back, and his head was snuggled up to this hand under the subconscious.

- Cheng is a little on top.

He bent over and held his breath. Nishimori's face is facing downwards, so he almost has to lie on the ground to get closer. He couldn't take his eyes off to make sure that Saimori was asleep, and as soon as she made a move, everything was in place.

So the process is quite slow.

The window of the living room is a familiar night scene, after all, the angle is only one floor away. The sparse street lamps are almost invisible, and there is one light at the intersection on this side and no second light until the intersection on the other. In addition, there is a whole pitch black outside the window, and occasionally there will be a lone star in the sky that has not had time to be covered by clouds, which is the only "view" that is of interest.

But if there is a certain type of enthusiast who lurks quietly in the darkness, you will find that sometimes the unknown birds will stay on the top of the street lamps, looking up at the stars or counting the stars, but once a figure enters, the birds will fly away.

The minute hand of the living room wall clock lingers between the numbers "two" and "three", and Cheng's heartbeat hovers between ninety and one hundred.

When he was only a few centimeters away, he noticed that Nishimori's lips were very moist, reflecting bright light and shadow like salmon fillets.

Cheng wanted to get closer, and moved infinitely closer to Nishimori's mouth, but at this moment, the pebble necklace around his neck slipped weightlessly and fell out of his clothes, and the front end gently hit the fingers of Nishimori and clamped between his ears.

Nishimori's eyelids twitched, and then the finger hooked the "love necklace" she gave to Cheng.

At this moment, the "homing plan" that had been painstakingly practiced countless times completely failed.

In fact, he should have kissed it directly with his eyes closed.

Cheng's heartbeat exceeded one hundred and two in one fell swoop, and he suddenly felt that his right arm supporting his body was a little numb, and his lips trembled a little. He only waited for Nishimori's finger to lift and throw it away, and he fled.

"Ding-dong ——!" A doorbell rang to break the long night.

Nishimori withdrew his slender hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and Cheng took the opportunity to get up. By the time Nishimori opened his eyes and returned to reality, Cheng was gone.

"Sorry, it's late." Qiwan stood outside the door, also with a dusty face.

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoli fell asleep in the back room, I'll call her." Cheng hasn't come out of the obsession just now......

"Pear, wake up." Nishimori, who suddenly stood up from the floor, was also dizzy, and his voice was still a little dry and hoarse. She walked up to Xiao Li in three steps and patted her on the shoulder.

"Huh......?" Pear rolled over in resistance and stretched out against the ceiling. She still clings to the sweet dreams, resisting the call of Saimori and the blindness of the lights.

"Mom is here to pick you up, Xiaoli goes home and sleeps, okay?" Nishimori yawned as he spoke, and the frightened bird-like Cheng slowly walked from behind him.

"Don't ...... I'm going to sleep here. Xiao Li was reluctant to get up, and prevaricated her with subconscious words.

"Then the little pear will be lifted high, right?" The cost is trying to scare her.

Pear continued to pretend to be asleep and ignored him.

Cheng took a step forward, held Xiaoli's shoulders high above his head, and then shook them up and down slightly.

Pear laughed mischievously, and it was obvious that she liked the feeling of being out of the ground.

……

After Xiaoli leaves, Cheng should also go home, after all, the two of them have not yet written their homework.

"Thank you for your hard work today." When Cheng was wearing his coat, Nishimori leaned on the security door and watched his every move.

"It's the same for you, finish your homework and rest early!" Cheng struggled to keep his composure and pushed the door open and left (if he stayed here, the chain of shameful actions that had just been interrupted would linger in his mind.) This look of "what did he do while I was sleeping" must have made Nishimori suspicious), but Nishimori blocked the doorknob with his backhand.

This kind of iconic action of copying the "lonely heroine giving the male protagonist a hint to stay overnight" in the bitter drama can't help but make Cheng a little flustered.

"What's wrong......?" Cheng prayed that Saimori must not be going to talk to him about this!

"I'm going to hold myself high too." Saimori's voice was so subtle that it seemed that if Cheng interrupted her by saying a word, she would pretend not to say anything to open the door for him.

Cheng didn't interrupt her, on the contrary, he heard it clearly.

He smiled, was he still too sensitive?

"Get ready." Nari also lifted Nishimori like a pear, but it took longer.

It was as if the two of them were on that high rock at this moment, facing the waves and counting the remaining stones.

The moment he returned to the ground, Saimori had swallowed all the other words into his stomach.

"I'm leaving. Good night, dandelion. The two waved to each other, and after the elevator bell rang, Nishimori closed the door and leaned on the security door again for a long time.

Nishimori sighed and walked towards the living room, where the incandescent light still had the atmosphere of joy when playing together.

Nishimori picked up the scattered chess pieces and put them in the box, and rolled up the two blankets to take back to the bedroom.

It was precisely by noticing the blanket that had been draped over him that Nishimori was even more sure that all the feelings just now were not dreams. So......

"I'm going to tear down the doorbell sooner or later." Nishimori came out of the living room with the lights off and walked to the bedroom and passed by the security door, staring at it with disgust and regret.

A couple passed by the street lamp that emitted a faint goose yellow, and the birds on it were once again lost in the haze of the night.