Outside the window, the sky was getting brighter, and Dai Xijiu opened his eyes and saw the delicately carved dome that was illuminated by the fine light.

I can't help but think of a lot of images.

In the long alley of Rucheng, Ye Xiuwen, who sat under the eaves with long legs bent and helped the grandmother with bad eyes pick beans.

Ye Xiuwen, who handed out candy to street children on the street.

and Ye Xiuwen, who squatted down, helped her rub her twisted ankles, and carried her across the long bluestone road.

Under the scattered cherry blossoms in Rucheng, he always smiles, gentle and shallow, like the sun shining through the stratus clouds in the cold streets and alleys in winter.

She was once surrounded by such warmth and softness, thinking that she had spent her life lucky to fall in love.

She thought it would never end.

But in the end, it was abruptly stopped by that shot.

She thought she would toss and turn like this and couldn't sleep.

But in the end, I still fell asleep.

When he woke up, Dai Xijiu couldn't help but think that many things in this world were different from what people thought.

The side of the bed was empty, and his body didn't have much temperature, so he didn't even have any residual temperature.

Dai Xijiu slowly got up and opened the curtains, a thick layer of frost accumulated on the glass, and the wind and snow howled outside the window, penetrating the deep cold air through the cracks.

It's already afternoon, and it's another day of snow and cold, and the clouds are low and cold.

Dai Xijiu yawned, scratched her hair, and walked lazily through the corridor, planning to go to the first floor to forage for food based on previous experience, and waited for her to walk down the revolving staircase, and her eyes fell on the hall for a leisurely pause.

The five-color glass of the dome sprinkled the depth of the sky blocks and fell on the sofa, a pot of soup was simmering on the kitchen stove, the delicate pure black lid of the can was steaming, making a gurgling sound, the aroma was overflowing, the fireplace was extremely bright, the sound of firewood burning crackling was endless, and the whole space was printed into a jumping warm picture, next to a leather sofa, a person sat up, the black knitted sweater was open at will, revealing the collar of the cotton shirt, one arm was on the sofa support, the white bandage between the wrists was like a shadow, the long legs were elegantly overlapped, a heavy woolen blanket was placed on the knees, and the milky white corner hung down on the wooden floor, There is a book on it, at this moment, he looks focused, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, the delicate frame with gold hooks, for no reason to show a bit of elegance and nobility, slender knuckles, holding a black and gold pen, lightly clicking on the page, it seems to read very carefully, sometimes writing something.

Dai Xijiu saw such a rare picture of gentleness and quietness, and then she saw Frion slowly approaching him from the corner of the stairs, tiptoeing very lightly, bending his back and hooking his waist.

Dai Xijiu's eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

Frion had already noticed her, turned around, looked solemn, raised his hand and nodded his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his head, and made a silent gesture to her.

As the young man's small body turned around, Daisy Jiu saw the handle of the silver fork spoon he held in his right hand, her eyes trembled, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her lips.

Frion seemed to be very satisfied with Daisy's action, and continued to move lightly closer.

Until he walked to the back of the sofa chair, at this moment, Ye Xiuwen was lowering his eyes slightly, writing something in the book.

Frion squatted down and held the steel fork, cold light, his fingers tightened a few points, held his breath, got up suddenly, and stabbed it with all his strength towards the back of his neck in front of him!

I really didn't notice it!

Dai Xijiu could barely control himself, and ran down the stairs frantically, his lips moving: "Xiuwen ......"

However, before he could speak, Dai Xijiu's ears immediately sounded a dull "ding" sound of metal colliding.

Her footsteps paused slowly, the picture condensed, it was Ye Xiuwen who pulled her back, slender and delicate fingers, at this moment, the fountain pen just cut off the steel fork, only a millimeter away from her neck, Ye Xiuwen's expression did not change, her eyes even fell on the page, her eyes under the lenses were gentle, the corners of her lips hooked up a little smile, and her voice was lazy and casual: "Frien, I have something, don't be naughty." ”

Frion pursed his lips a little breathlessly, lowered his arms, and walked directly in front of Ye Xiuwen, his expression was very natural, especially a little gritted teeth: "I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

Ye Xiuwen coughed softly with his hand to his lips, closed the book, and coaxed with a little doting: "Okay...... You go wash your hands first..."

As he said this, he pulled out the blanket, stood up with the armrest, turned around, and bowed his head slightly towards Dai Xijiu: "Miss, you can also prepare a ......"

Dai Xijiu looked at his especially pale face, and slowly walked down the stairs, his tone couldn't help but be a little unpredictable: "Could it be that all the attendants here are dead?

Frion climbed onto the chair in a good time, his fingers propped up the chair, his short legs swayed around, and his immature voice gently swayed: "I said a long time ago, he didn't make it, I won't eat it." ”

Ye Xiu heard a helpless smile at the corner of his lips, his knuckles were slender and he slowly helped his glasses, and when he walked by Frien's side, he raised his hand and knocked on the back of his head, and his voice was a little serious: "I will also have times when I can't get up, this habit is not very good, smart children should not take revenge on the enemy with their health"

Frion's eyes widened, he covered his head in some pain, and said viciously: "Don't touch me, villain!"

Daisy Jiu was deeply speechless for this kind of interaction between them, and anything would always become strange when she encountered Ye Xiuwen.

Thinking about it like this, Ye Xiuwen had already opened the cupboard and began to take the bowls, placing them on the kitchen counter one by one, his movements were slow and orderly, indescribably elegant and good-looking, he held the square towel between his fingers, went to remove the lid of the jar, and the heat came up, he turned his head slightly to the side, put his fingers to his lips, coughed softly, took the handle of the spoon, and began to serve porridge.

Dai Xijiu looked a little swaying, at this moment he wore his eyes, neutralized the usual bewitching around his body, the pure black and soft broken hair hung down on his forehead, the whole person was gentle and elegant, especially with a bit of his usual unique lazy sexy.

It's almost poisoning.

It is instinctive for people to quietly appreciate beautiful things.

When Daisy Jiu was unconsciously turning on this instinct for a long time, she heard a voice, her tone was dull and low, with a bit of teasing smile: "Jiujiu, you have to eat if you look good." ”

Daisy Jiu swallowed her saliva, rolled her eyes very exaggeratedly, talked about her disdain, and then smiled at Ye Xiu Wenyi, raised her finger and took off his glasses, and said in a strange tone: "Sluts are hypocritical, pretending to seduce others......"

Ye Xiuwen paused when he heard the movements in his hand, and it was not until this moment that Dai Xijiu found that his eyes were misty, as if he had no focus, and even his laughter was a little illusory: "Jiujiu, I can't see clearly......"

Dai Xijiu flipped his fingers and played with his glasses, probably guessing that it might be that the blood loss was too serious and the cause of hypoglycemia affected his vision, but this effect could not be solved by glasses, so it was a little strange, and he said lazily "Oh": "Can you see clearly with glasses?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled lightly, his fingers propped up on the kitchen counter and lowered his head slightly, and glanced at Daisy Jiu meaningfully: "It's only a little useful, but more importantly, so that others don't know that I can't see clearly." ”

As he said this, he raised his hand to take his eyes off Daisy's fingertips, put them back on, and bowed his head slightly towards Daisy's face, full of courtesy: "Miss, appreciating beautiful things can promote physical and mental health. ”

Dai Xijiu: "......"

A man who is confident, but also knows his strengths, and is unscrupulous.

It's invincible.

Dai Xijiu completely gave up arguing with Ye Xiuwen, rolled his eyes that he thought was full of lethality, turned around and walked to the long table and sat down.

Probably because of physical reasons, the dinner prepared by Ye Xiuwen was very simple, only boiling a pot of seafood porridge with a few side dishes.

Only one hand could be used, so he brought these things up, and walked several times, and when they began to eat, Ye Xiuwen stood aside and waited for the dishes, and Frien kept picking and choosing.

"It's too bland, it's not delicious!"

"It's too salty, I want to change it!"

"The dish is cold, I want it hot!"

"It's so hot, I don't eat it!"

Frien is so picky, but Ye Xiuwen has a good temper that Dai Xijiu expected, his chin responded, smiled warmly, replied yes, and did it over and over again.

His attitude is not like listening to orders, and he is not angry, and he seems to be more pampered and tolerant.

By the time this lively meal was finished, Ye Xiu had already oozed a little sweat from his forehead, and his movements were slower, Dai Xijiu saw him hanging lightly with one hand, walked twice, put a cup of brewed hot tea in front of them, and began to lean over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and finally stood up and took the plate on the table: "I'll come." ”

By the time this lively meal was finished, Ye Xiu had already oozed a little sweat from his forehead, and his movements were slower, Dai Xijiu saw him hanging lightly with one hand, walked twice, put a cup of brewed hot tea in front of them, and began to lean over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and finally stood up and took the plate on the table: "I'll come." ”

Ye Xiu smiled lightly when he heard his fingers propping up the table, and did not refuse, only gave a low "um", and despite this, he still made a move and handed her the bowl and spoon that was farther away.

So delicate and gentle.

When the dishes were all put away, Dai Xijiu moved them, turned around for a moment, and the corner of his eye paused slightly, and he touched the fingers on his abdomen, and then he felt that something was wrong: "Don't you eat something?"

Ye Xiu smiled, closed his eyes, fanned the air with his slender fingers, and took a shallow breath: "It's very fragrant......"

Then he looked at Dai Xijiu and shrugged, smiling helplessly: "Stomach bleeding, I can't eat." ”

What kind of trouble is such a pitiful and cute seller?

Dai Xijiu just wanted to complain, when a rhythmic light button came from the empty hall, smashing through the metal door, and the sound was heavy.

Freen, who was playing with his fingers at the dinner table, blinked innocently and innocently in his eyes, and continued to play with his fingers.

Dai Xijiu turned his head again, only to see Ye Xiuwen, who had turned around on the table and walked slowly to open the door.

His back is slender, his black knitted jacket is a little soft in the fireplace firelight, and his figure is good, but he looks a little thin inexplicably.

Dai Xijiu looked at it for a moment, his eyes were a little stunned, and then as if he thought of something, he raised his head slightly and took down the jar of brown sugar in the corner of the cabinet.

Ye Xiuwen only paused at the door for a short while, and when he walked back, he saw Dai Xijiu's expression focused, his fingers delicately pinching the handle of the silver spoon, and he was putting brown sugar into the small pot that was steaming on the stove.

The heat was faint, her cheeks were slightly reddened, her skin was as delicate as the pink cherry blossoms blooming in March, and there was even a drop of transparent water condensed by steam on the tip of her delicate nose.

It seemed that he heard Ye Xiuwen's footsteps walking back, his blue eyes blinked, he glanced at Ye Xiuwen, and asked very casually, "What's the matter?"

Ye Xiuwen stood behind Dai Xijiu for a moment, the color of his eyes was almost invisible and deeper, that kind of gaze was gentle and a little lonely, his pupils were full of emotions, he gently raised his hand, pressed Dai Xijiu's fingers holding the spoon handle, moved gently, and turned around with her, and then his wrist, which was not moving, was gently raised, and the corner of his sleeve wiped the tip of her nose, wiping away the drop of water.

Dai Xijiu was breathing a little deep in an instant, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of her soft sleeves came down, and her eyes gradually revealed Ye Xiuwen's exquisite face, the corners of his mouth were especially smiling, looking at her gaze was very focused and calm: "Jiujiu, me and Gillian, who do you prefer to believe?"

It was only at this moment that Dai Xijiu's expression was a little serious, his eyes fell on the gold-stamped envelope on Ye Xiuwen's fingertips, and he looked at Ye Xiuwen: "My eight-year friendship with her, and the two months that ended with you in betrayal, isn't the answer obvious enough?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled calmly: "At least I'm very sincere." ”

Dai Xijiu almost felt that he couldn't help but throw the spoon in his face: "I don't think this is the reason why I should trust you. ”

Ye Xiuwen pondered for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that you like to be more graceful, I will try to change the style." ”

What she hates the most is Ye Xiuwen's half-true and natural attitude, so she went along with it and smiled with a smile: "I'm sorry, as long as it has something to do with you, I won't like it." ”

After saying this, he glared at him deeply, and emphasized solemnly: "Never!"

Ye Xiuwen stepped back from his waist, leaned over the table, his eyes were dark, his fingertips were slender, and he put the envelope in front of Dai Xijiu's eyes: "Believe me, you don't have to look at it." ”

Daisy's eyes flickered slightly, and on the envelope was a familiar handwriting: Daisy herself.

Written by Gillian herself.

As if he noticed Dai Xijiu's hesitation, Ye Xiuwen smiled lightly, and his voice was soft and low: "Jiujiu, I respect your decision." ”

Dai Xijiu pretended to smile easily, stared at Ye Xiuwen tightly, and took the envelope: "Why don't you read it?"

She leaned sideways and touched the blade from the cupboard, scratched through the bronzing seal, and pulled out the paper slightly hard, the color was pale powder, and the ink was very new:

I haven't seen you for a long time, my biological mother's death, and I have a special gathering tonight.

Very much.

- Gillian

Almost a moment after reading the letter, Dai Xijiu raised his head slightly and looked out the window, the frozen window flowers were crystal clear and full of mist.

Winter nights always fall extra fast, at this moment, the daylight has been covered with a layer of soot and fog, and the garden path, the warm street lamps are softly lit, continuous.

She looked at it like this, and she had already started unconsciously, planning to go upstairs to change her clothes.

However, the pace stopped.

Ye Xiuwen turned sideways slightly, blocking in front of her, and his fingers were lightly raised to pull the letter from between Dai Xijiu's fingers: "Jiujiu, I respect your decision......"

When he said this, he paused slightly, smiled lightly, straightened up, his eyes darkened under the lenses, and the whole person had a bit of a dangerous aura: "But this does not mean that I will support your actions." ”

Dai Xijiu's expression was instantaneous, and he suddenly raised his head and looked straight over.

The marble cupboard reflected cold, imprinting her face slowly emerging behind her, the young man's eyebrows were burning, and the golden curls were pressed against her forehead.

There was a deep pain in the back of his neck, and the moment he lost consciousness, he was greeted by Frien's scream: "Sister!"