"Dyeing ......"

"I'm fine." Don't turn your face away from his gaze, Ji Weiran interrupted him in a low voice, and his body subconsciously shrank back, looking like he wanted to keep a distance from him.

In the dark, Li Youlin could still see her movements clearly as she reached out to brush her hair, even though she looked calm, but in fact, he still noticed the panic.

She was scared.

"What did you dream about?" Worried about her situation, he asked again.

Then, he visibly noticed that her body was stiff.

He habitually reached out to pull her: "Dye ......"

I don't want the person in front of me to reflexively dodge, and avoid my own touch like avoiding the plague.

Rao was mentally prepared, but Li Youlin's chest was still stuffy.

"Dyeing ......"

A low voice, which seems to be entwined with a thousand words.

Ji micro-staining respiratory stagnation.

"It's nothing," she said, closing her eyes, trying to shake off the gloomy image in her mind, and said in as calm a tone as she could, "just a dream." ”

She never looked at him.

As her words fell, the room fell silent again.

Although she concealed it well, Li Youlin still felt her fear, he knew her, she had been together for so long, in fact, she couldn't hide any changes from him.

She's just holding on.

What exactly did you dream about?

Li Youlin stared at her, suddenly hooked his lower lip, and then spoke, his tone was deliberately ruffian and bad: "Nothing, you took the initiative to drill into my arms?" Hold me and refuse to let go? ”

Ji Weiran was choked by him.

Inexplicably, shame struck, she took a deep breath, calmly raised her head to meet his gaze: "Sorry, I was just careless, I'm going to sleep, please go down, or, go back to your car." ”

The eyes are facing each other.

Her gaze was cold and her tone was cold.

Li Youlin didn't speak, but looked at her with deeper eyes.

Ji Weiran didn't like this at all.

"...... Powerful"

The hand, suddenly, was grasped.

Caught with one's pants down.

Ji Weiran subconsciously wanted to shake it off, not wanting to be grabbed by a man and covered his forehead before he moved.

"Dye, touch, do I have a fever? I always feel uncomfortable. ”

The hoarse voice, if there is no grievance entangled.

Ji Weiran's hands stiffened.

"Putting ......"

Li Youlin's eyes became darker and darker, and he whispered before her: "It's too cold on the ground, can I sleep on the bed?" Don't worry, I cover my own quilt and won't touch you, okay? ”

I don't know if it was affected by his words, Ji Weiran not only felt that the place he was holding was hot, but even his forehead under her palm was a lot hot.

A trace of panic welled up in her heart, Ji Weiran's breathing was suddenly short, almost without thinking, she struggled and scolded: "Li Youlin, don't you have to inch in!" ”

The hand does not move.

"You ......"

"I didn't get an inch, it's really uncomfortable, and the ground is really too cold, dyed, I didn't lie to you, I don't believe you touched it."

Despite being in the dark, the man's eyes were so bright.

Ji Weiran was forced to look at him.

In the end, she was the first to look away, and fled with a little imperceptible meaning: "Whatever you want." ”

Shaking off his shackles with all her might, she quickly turned her back to him, then lay down and pulled the covers over her head.

Her body tensed, her eyes closed tightly, and her hand gripping the quilt became harder and harder.

In the darkness, her hearing was infinitely amplified, and she clearly heard the sound of the man getting out of bed and then putting the quilt back on, and she could feel the bed sinking very clearly.

The room grew silent.

A sigh fell into the air, faintly, as if there was nothing.

Ji Weiran's body tensed even tighter, and so did the nerves.

Fortunately, the man kept his promise and really didn't touch her.

But even so, she still didn't relax.

She couldn't sleep either.

Opening her eyes, she looked out the window.

The rain had already stopped, and there was no sound of smashing on the glass, but somehow, she thought of the strange cry she had heard close to her ear before.

It's a dream, she thought.

Definitely, yes.

Fingers clenched unconsciously, and as she comforted herself, she closed her eyes again.

She thought she would lose sleep next.

I don't know if the comfort has worked, or if there is a man's breath behind her, not only did she not lose sleep, but even the voice seemed to dissipate and she didn't hear it again.

Soon, the sound of long, steady breathing sounded.

Behind.

Li Youlin cautiously turned over to look at her.

He waited a long time to make sure that she was really asleep before he reached out and took her into his arms, as every day together at that time, the difference was that he used to want to merge her with himself, but now he could only move softly without hurting her or waking her.

The familiar breath, the familiar touch, obviously he hadn't seen him for two months, but he felt like a century had passed.

It's been too long.

As soon as he touched it now, he was reluctant to let go of it again, and just wanted time to stop there.

With a silent sigh in his heart, he tenderly dropped a kiss on her hair.

"Sleep, I'm here with you, don't be afraid."

Silence returned to the room.

Following.

Ji Weiran woke up early.

In the second half of the night, she didn't dream again, let alone hear that sound again, she slept peacefully, and it could even be said that she had the best sleep in two months.

However, she soon noticed something was wrong.

She...... Embraced by the man, her back pressed against his chest, her heart beating as if she could feel it clearly, his breath spraying into her sensitive neck socket.

As soon as this consciousness became clear, her breathing staggered, and then, her body tensed.

"Hmm, dyeing ......"

Suddenly, a low whisper came into my ears.

The body stiffened even more, and Ji Weiran didn't dare to move.

She was afraid that he would wake up.

In this way, she froze and waited for a long time, until she was sure that he was really just talking in a dream, and her body gradually returned to normal.

It's just that......

Thinking of his low words, her mood was indescribably complicated, and her chest also became stuffy.

Not wanting to do that anymore, she carefully took his hand from her waist and got up.

Changing his clothes, he wanted to leave immediately, not wanting to catch a glimpse of his face.

He seemed to be sleeping deeply, only frowning slightly.

She thought of Aunt Lin's words last night.

She couldn't help but wonder, did he really drive all the way from the provincial capital?

So long......

Ji Weiran only felt that his mood was more complicated, and he couldn't say what it felt.

She just looked at him, her hands pinching the corners of her clothes and not moving.

After a long time, she finally turned and left the room.

It's just that her back still has a bit of a sense of running away.

……

As soon as she saw her go downstairs, Aunt Lin was surprised: "Why did you wake up so early and not sleep for a while?" Subconsciously, she looked behind her, thought about it, and asked, "Mr. Li......"

Ji Weiran pursed her lips and didn't speak, in fact, she didn't know how to answer.

Aunt Lin was annoyed, and quickly smiled and changed the topic: "Sit down for a while, breakfast will be almost ready, boil the porridge that you and Xiao Yang both like to drink, and you can't drink it outside." ”

She said and was about to turn and go into the kitchen.

Ji Weiran stood in place and suddenly made up his mind.

"Aunt Lin, I want to go and see my grandparents first, don't wait for me." She spoke, her voice low.

Aunt Lin was stunned.

"How ......"

Ji Weiran did not explain.

The cottage was quiet in the morning, and because of the heavy rain last night, the air was exceptionally fresh and pleasant to smell today, but it became colder because of the rain.

Ji Weiran walked alone on the path, and his expression seemed to be as cold as the wind.

The wind blows and the chill hits.

She stood still, looked up and let out a long sigh, and the hand that fell to her side tightened unconsciously.

Fifteen minutes later, she finally reached a tomb.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'm back to see you." Bending down to lay down a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, she spoke softly.

The two elderly men in the photo have a smile on their lips.

Ji Weiran looked at it, and an unspeakable grievance suddenly rose in her heart, and the sadness that she had been restrained for so many days also poured out, becoming more and more turbulent, and finally surrounded her impenetrably.

"Grandpa, grandma, the next road...... How do I get there? What to do, I don't know...... I can't let go of ......."

A gentle murmur was blown into the wind and drifted into the distance.

Ji Weiran didn't know how long he had been standing in front of the tomb, but when he came back to his senses, it rained again in the sky, first it was drizzle, and then it slowly became bigger.

She raised her eyes, and the whole village was shrouded in smoke and rain, and it was gray.

Just like her heart.

After a while, she let out a long sigh of relief: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm going back, I'll come to see you next time." ”

One last look at the loving two in the photo, she tried to raise a smile and then turned around.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

Not far away, the man walked towards him with an umbrella in one hand and a bouquet of chrysanthemums in the other.

The moment their eyes met, she noticed that he was walking faster.

In a few seconds, the rain was blocked.

And the next moment, her hand was held by the man.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Ji Weiran didn't answer, nor did he withdraw his hand, but looked at him and let him hold it.

She was quiet.

It's just that this kind of quietness inexplicably makes Li Youlin feel a little uneasy.

He spoke, "I'm coming to see my grandparents, and I'm here to pick you up," after a pause, he looked at her and asked, "Dye, can I say a few words to my grandparents?" ”

Ji Weiran looked at him quietly, and finally said, "No need." ”

Li Youlin was not surprised by her answer at all.

“…… Good. "He didn't force it.

Not this time, and next time, he can always get her forgiveness.

"Then I'll put the flowers down."

"Whatever you want."

"Then you wait for me, don't go."

If you want to put flowers, you have to have an empty hand.

Ji Weiran said goodbye to his face.

Li Youlin looked at her deeply, didn't say anything more, but stuffed the umbrella into her hand, and walked out under the umbrella, bent down and put Bai Ju in front of the tomb.

After a moment of silence, he returned to Ji Weiran's side and naturally took the umbrella.

"Let's go back."

Ji Weiran didn't move.

Raising her eyes, she looked fixedly at the man who was close at hand: "Don't you want an answer?" I thought about it, and now there you go. ”