He pulled her to Mu Chuan, bowed his head, and said in a dumb voice, "Thank you." ”

Mu Chuan nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "Take good care of her." ”

"I will." He promised He.

Mu Chuan waved goodbye to her, "Xiaohe, goodbye." ”

She didn't speak, just smiled and looked at him, watched him get into the car, watched him go away... Da...

"Let's go, go home." He pulled her up the steps.

Pushing open the door, I saw Guo Jin'er walking around in the living room, looking very uneasy, and finally overjoyed when she saw them come back, "You guys are finally back!" I'm in a hurry! ”

The two were silent.

Guo Jin'er's gaze fell on Xiao Yiting's hand, the hand that was holding Ye Qinghe's arm. The smile was even more pleasing, and he also stepped forward, grabbed Ye Qinghe's other arm, and said lightly, "Sister Qinghe, are you hungry?" I packed the food, I haven't eaten it yet, let's eat it together. ”

Guo Jin'er took her to the table and served her and Xiao Yiting rice.

Ye Qinghe sat upright and smiled at Guo Jin'er, "Thank you." ”

"Qinghe, you don't have to be polite to me!" She brought the rice to Xiao Yiting, "Second brother, you can eat too." ”

Xiao Yiting didn't have an expression, didn't speak, and didn't move his chopsticks, just looked at the food on the table in a daze, just like Shicai was in the restaurant.

Ye Qinghe ate some silently, and after eating, he cleaned up his and Guo Jin'er's dishes and chopsticks, but even if he washed the dishes, he still carried his backpack on his back, and then went upstairs.

The man who had been sitting at the table like a sculpture didn't finally react until she went upstairs.

Ye Qinghe returned to the room, and he stood at the door of her room.

She stood in front of the window with her backpack in her arms, looking at the lush osmanthus trees outside the window in a daze.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, a long blue cotton dress, and her long hair was draped in a simple and unpretentious manner. From behind, it looks as thin as a small paper figure taped to the window......

He hesitated, but finally walked up and stood behind her.

But I don't know what to say......

There was a wind in the window, faint, bringing in the unknown breath in the garden, mixed with the faint breath of her body, blocking his snort, and it was difficult to breathe for a while.

"I'm sorry......" he said. If that pair of words really meant so much to her......

She stood silently, silently......

He stood less than a foot behind her, the breeze ruffling her hair, even touching his chest and arms, but the distance was as far as the horizon......

He gasped and suddenly stretched out his arms and snatched her into his arms from behind her, along with her backpack......

She didn't struggle, she didn't resist, like a doll, let him hold it, let his hand rub her arm. Pinched, letting his chin against the top of her head.

Until the red marks on her arms were repeated, she never said a word, never moved.

It was hot, and the air finally became still, no longer flowing, forming an invisible, solid membrane between him and her.

No matter how tightly he hugged her, he couldn't break through the barrier of this membrane.

The painting-like scene by the lotus pond reappeared in front of his eyes, the lotus leaves were one after another, she sat on the stone chair, the smiling side face was quiet and beautiful, Mu Chuan squatted in front of her, and she said a lot of words, those soft-spoken, he couldn't hear the words, only the smile of the two, and those vigorous lotus leaves fused with a pair of harmony. Harmonious picture scroll......

couldn't help but pull her arm away, and her whole body seemed to be embedded in his arms, but she was so thin, he seemed to be holding his arm......

The more I closed, the less I felt her presence......

He finally let go of her and went to get her backpack, the one she had been holding in her arms since he first saw her by the lotus pond.

At this moment, she suddenly reacted like a frightened bird.

She turned around and clung to her backpack to prevent him from snatching it.

During the scramble, her glasses fell, and her eyes, which were always so indifferent, were full of hostility when she looked at him......

His hand trembled, and he almost let go......

The light in those eyes was like a thorn, and it hurt.

"I'm not going to tear it ......again," he said, "and I'm going to ...... Give it back to you......" said, but his eyes were hot, and the moist places in his eyes were wilting and mourning.

That moment