"Give me a strawberry, ah."

The light in the living room was dim, and in Qiao Wenhan's arms, An Xiaoxi was coquettish for the first time in a long time. Qiao Wenhan's long hand reached over a large strawberry with fresh milk.

Ann Xiaoxi swallowed it in one gulp.

Touching Qiao Wenhan's cold fingers. The shadow of childhood was passed by, and Qiao Wenhan never mentioned it.

It's just that the deliberately cold eyes are somewhat sad and unwilling.

"My hands are numb."

An Xiaoxi moved, broke free from Qiao Wenhan's arms, and went to the kitchen to pour water. He poured Qiao Wenhan a glass of wine.

The ice swayed in the glasses, swaying like the hearts of the two men.

"It's twelve o'clock, are you sleepy?"

An Xiaoxi really couldn't find a topic to break this quiet embarrassment, and just wanted Qiao Wenhan to fall asleep quickly, without seeing him or facing his pitiful eyes.

Thinking back to the first time I saw Qiao Wenhan, he really looked like a prince who had lost his kingdom. Under his arrogance and extravagance, An Xiaoxi tasted loneliness.

It is the same pain of the people who have fallen at the end of the world.

"Come here."

Qiao Wenhan took a big sip of Hennessy, and pulled An Xiaoxi into his arms, and An Xiaoxi almost fell into his arms. Actually, I don't want to struggle.

"An Xiaoxi, what do you say people are?"

Suddenly asking such a question, An Xiaoxi was confused. I didn't know how to answer properly, so I had to be silent. Fortunately, Qiao Wenhan was not in a hurry to listen to her answer.

After a long time, An Xiaoxi slowly spoke.

"People, not things."

Qiao Wenhan laughed out loud, and repeatedly said this clueless sentence in his mouth. "People, not things. People are really not things. ”

"An Xiaoxi, what do you have in your little head?"

Qiao Wenhan's cold fingertips touched An Xiaoxi's forehead again and pointed at her head. Like a child, look at Ann Creek.

An Xiaoxi was embarrassed and smiled awkwardly. "As long as it's not water, it's okay to have anything in your brain."

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Wenhan's mouth, hugging An Xiaoxi and hugging it tighter.

"Do you have me in your head?"

The whispering in his ear, the low, magnetic voice exploded in An Xiaoxi's heart like a cannonball.

"So, you're so smart, do you think there?"

An Xiaoxi, a little slippery head, threw the problem to Qiao Wenhan again, staring at the white rotten variety show picture on TV, and didn't have the heart to watch it.

"I said yes."

While spitting out these words, a gentle kiss also landed on An Xiaoxi's earlobe.

An Xiaoxi's whole body trembled, and she was speechless. Thank you for the light at this moment, it is so dim, otherwise her blushing appearance must have been teased by Qiao Wenhan.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the ticking sound was lapping on the flower pots on the balcony. An Xiaoxi hurriedly got up, and on the grounds of looking at flowers, temporarily left Qiao Wenhan's arms and sobered up.

From the balcony, the lights of the whole complex are much dimmed. Only a few night owls are still holding on.

On such a rainy night, An Xiaoxi knew what would happen. Especially on days like this, Qiao Wenhan's fragility has reached the zero threshold point, and it will definitely explode.

"What are you doing with it?"

Hula opened the door, Qiao Wenhan saw that An Xiaoxi had not come back for a long time, and thought that something was wrong with her. After all, she is a sensitive girl.

"Nothing, tweed. It was all wet from the rain and had to be moved inside. These pots don't like water. ”

An Xiaoxi naturally carried the flowers, and was not noticed by Qiao Wenhan that anything was wrong, her blushing and her thoughts were all cleverly covered up by the night.

Qiao Wenhan also offered to help her, and the two of them silently took the flowers to the corner of the living room without saying a word. Finally finished, An Xiaoxi looked at the clock on the wall, it was already half past twelve.

The later the time, the more embarrassing it became, Qiao Wenhan said that he didn't want to go home today, it was a rainy night, maybe his sleepwalking would have a seizure. An Xiaoxi was very confused and didn't know how to deal with it.

"I'm going to take a shower, you take your time."

As soon as Qiao Wenhan's words came out, An Xiaoxi lost. Tonight, what should have happened is definitely going to happen, count the days, or in the danger period.

An Xiaoxi was a little anxious, but there was an inexplicable hint of anticipation.

She didn't know where that anticipation came from.

"Hmm. There you go. I'll get you a bath towel. ”

Knock knock. An Xiaoxi gently knocked on the bathroom door, and Qiao Wenhan only stretched out one hand to answer it. The steaming mist could not see anything clearly.

An Xiaoxi thanked the mist for making her less embarrassed.

By the time Qiao Wenhan came out of the shower, An Xiaoxi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

On the couch, listening to the sound on the TV, the eyelids are about to close disobediently.

"Lazy pig, go to bed."

Qiao Wenhan picked her up horizontally and put her directly in the bedroom.

Although An Xiaoxi's consciousness was a little blurred and he didn't care about what was going on, he subconsciously pulled the quilt and covered himself.

"I'm not a lazy pig, you are, you're a real pig, Qiao Wenhan, you big pig's trotters......"

As he spoke, he lost consciousness. Groggily fell asleep.

"I'm really saying you're good."

Qiao Wenhan wiped his hair and looked at An Xiaoxi, who was already asleep, a little helpless. He still had a lot of things to tell her. On this rainy night, he wanted to tell her the knot that had been hidden in his heart for many years. Why did she fall asleep so quickly.

Qiao Wenhan smiled, laughing at this timing. doesn't even have warmth, An Xiaoxi is really a fun crushing machine.

"Fool."

Touching her smooth forehead, Qiao Wenhan said "stupid" on his lips, but he didn't feel it in his heart. Ann Creek is a masterpiece of what a genius it is for her to descend on his life.

Lying next to An Xiaoxi, sleepless all night. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, just like his thoughts, and it was about to burst.

"An Xiaoxi, wake up, wake up!"

In a deep dream, I suddenly heard a man's voice. Wake her up quickly. But the voice of the voice is like a layer of glass, and it is not clear enough to hear.

An Xiaoxi could only get closer and closer, wanting to hear what the man was going to say.

"Ahh

A white light appeared, and there was nothing. An Xiaoxi's eyes were shaken by this sudden bright light. I woke up from a dream.

There was a fine layer of sweat on his face, and his hair was all wet. Ann Xiaoxi was shocked.

Turning her head, she saw Qiao Wenhan sitting at the head of the bed like a sculpture, right next to her, and was startled again.

"Qiao Wenhan, are you sleeping?"

Tentatively asked Qiao Wenhan, An Xiaoxi was not sure if this strange thing would be so asleep. It was his sleepwalking night, after all. Whatever happens is within normal limits.

"Qiao Wenhan? Qiao Wenhan? ”

An Xiaoxi poked Qiao Wenhan's arm, and when he touched his skin, he was shocked.

The temperature of this skin is simply not normal, it is too cold.

"If you sleep, you have to sleep well, you see that your whole arms and shoulders are exposed, and you are going to catch a cold......"

An Xiaoxi muttered to herself, sure that Qiao Wenhan must be asleep. He pulled up the quilt and put it over him.

Who knew that Qiao Wenhan grabbed her hand, held it tightly, and suddenly opened her eyes. Look at her affectionately.

"An Xiaoxi, can I cry?"

Suddenly, this question caught An Xiaoxi off guard.

Qiao Wenhan didn't say that he hadn't cried since he was twenty years old, and he would only deal with problems in an adult way. Now suddenly asked like this, An Xiaoxi didn't know how to answer.

Because of the look in his eyes, it is heartbreaking to watch.

"Cry if you want to, it's nothing."

An Xiaoxi patted him on the shoulder, and Qiao Wenhan lay down. Lying on their sides, two people quietly gaze at each other like looking at a flower.

"I'm so uncomfortable. Do you know? ”

Qiao Wenhan took An Xiaoxi's hand, his fingers were already cold. It was placed on his hot chest, one cold and one hot, not like the body of the same person.

An Xiaoxi nodded, letting him know that he was not alone and not alone.

"In front of me, you don't have to be Qiao Wenhan, you don't have to be very strong. I will tolerate all of you. Feel relieved. ”

An Xiaoxi's other hand was pulled out and gently hugged Qiao Wenhan. Help him cover him with a slippery quilt.

"When my mom left, it was also a rainy day."

Qiao Wenhan's voice became gentle, even the most painful experience was the last memory with his mother. So when it comes to that day, that rainy night, he still tries to describe it with a kind of tenderness.

She wore a blue dress, a black umbrella, and a small handbag. I didn't bring any luggage, so I left. Even ......"

Qiao Wenhan choked up. Stopped.

"Didn't even say a word to me."

"When I was a kid, I was afraid of rain and thunder. She was with me to fall asleep. But that night, after she had read me the fairy tale, I did not fall asleep, as if I had been destined to do so, and I woke up, and looked at her, and walked away......"

Qiao Wenhan's tone was as calm as if he was telling someone else's story.

But his eyes were clearly so sad.

"She's gone and will never come back."

There were no tears, Qiao Wenhan endured it.

"I don't know how to comfort you, I really ......"

An Xiaoxi became the one who cried instead.

Tears are one step ahead of comfort.

Qiao Wenhan held her tightly in his arms.

"We're all the same, fool."