Running all the way to the construction area of the construction site, Xin also entered a small central circle surrounded by several people.

"What's going on?"

"His left leg was scratched by a shovel—"

The injured man sat on the ground clenching his knees, his face pained, his pants strangely still firmly in place, and only a puddle of deep red marks on his calf.

"Hem unwrapped."

"Doctor—" he frowned, "can you help me?" ”

"Get up."

Xin also crouched down to support his right hand, but his palm was suddenly stuffed into a very small black hard body.

The faint voice of the "...... given by the boss" was fleeting, and the man on the ground howled again in less than a second: "It's too painful to get up, what should I do, doctor!" ”

“…… You two - take him to the infirmary. ”

After dealing with this "bleeding" drama in silence, Xin also closed the office room and stared deeply at the miniature communication device lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

What does Bai Yanshu want to do? Quietly getting rid of two people is already very worrying for me. is usually so well-behaved and obedient, how can he do more and more things every time he doesn't see someone.

She sighed, but put on the communicator anyway.

“…… Anyone? ”

It didn't take long for a familiar whisper to sound in my ears.

"Sister—"

The sound hits the heart through the eardrum, affectionately like a lover who can't suppress the intimate call to the other party.

“…… Happy holidays. ”

Xin also only felt that his ears were itching, and the young man's deep voice was like intoxicating wine, which made him slightly drunk for a while.

"What's wrong?" She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, and her red lips raised lightly.

"Today's National Day, seeing that my sister is too busy, I prepared some surprises."

"Who is it because you are busy," Xin also said with a smile, "You are not a surprise to make amends." ”

"Make amends, make amends."

The gentle voice over there paused for a few seconds, as if thinking of something, it suddenly turned cold, and there was a faint sense of grievance.

"But...... When my sister received a gift from me, she could no longer ask for anything from anyone else—for example, something that could be bought by 4,000 people, vulgar, cheap, and boring, Ladurée macarons. ”

“…… Of course, it's enough for me to have yours. ”

Xin also succeeded in reassuring the teenager and resolving an inexplicable alarm crisis.

From the very beginning of the encounter, the teenager showed an amazing desire for exclusivity.

She knew clearly and deeply how important she was to his heart, because it was a hot feeling that Xin had never experienced.

It's as if all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the other party are tied to one person.

"—so what kind of surprise is it?" She spoke again, trying to distract from it.

"Ah...... "The boy was really happy again, "it's just for you." ”

He continued to add word by word.

"——Xiaobai wants my sister to hear, see, touch, and feel all my gifts."

When Xin Ye heard this, he immediately showed a gentle smile, "I'm looking forward to it." ”

"Sister, listen well," the young man gradually slowed down his speech, and explained carefully one by one, "From now on, it will take nearly nine minutes to get to the door of my sister's dormitory under the tung tree. ”

"In these nine minutes, my sister just needs to concentrate on moving forward."

"I'll take care of the rest."

"Hmm...... You push open the first office door. The boy seemed to be right next to Shinya, anticipating exactly what was going to happen, "Then, you need a less boring song, Aoi Teshima's masterpiece, "The Rose." ”

"—Now, let me sing for you."

The familiar melody of the music sounded slowly, and the slightest hint of lazy chanting and shallow singing, just like that, cut through the resistance of the air, ethereal but clearly reflected in the ears.

Firmly surrounded her, leaving her with nowhere to run.

……

In a trance, there seemed to be a distant voice in Xin Ye's heart-

You see, this is Bai Yanshu.

You see, this is just your teenager...... How serious, how charming.

How lucky you are to meet him with all his delicacy and softness.

How lucky you are to feel his unique warmth and sincerity.

Admit it, you're tempted.

Accept it, you're looking forward to it.

For that part, like a rose, fresh and dry, beautiful and poignant—

Love.