It was obviously a comforting word, but the moment he blurted out, Song slowly cried even harder.

Jiang Huai smiled helplessly.

Why didn't you find out before, their family is still a little crying bag?

"Well, don't cry," Jiang Huai comforted softly, "I will have a nosebleed again when I cry again." ”

Song Slow immediately stopped crying and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Huai, but he was still aggrieved.

"Otherwise, I'll have a nosebleed, and we'll be even." Jiang Huai tilted his head and scratched Song Slow's nose.

Song slowly wiped the corners of his eyes, his throat was soft and sweet, "Can you still say that it will flow?" ”

"You punch me." As he spoke, Jiang Huai took Song Slow's slender wrist and waved it towards his nose.

Song slowly grabbed him, "Don't......"

Jiang Huai stopped his movements, "Yes, you hit me, your hands hurt, forget it, I'll come by myself." ”

"Hey!" Song Slow was afraid that Jiang Huai was really stupid, so he punched himself and grabbed his other hand.

"Are you stupid?" Grandma Song scolded him, "Beat yourself more actively than anyone else." ”

"Happy?" Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, "Still distressed?" ”

To be honest, when Jianghuai was really about to snort, Song Slow's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

She was afraid that Jiang Huai, a fool, would not be light or heavy, and if it was bruised and swollen, it would probably hurt for several days.

Distressed......

It seems that there are too.

But looking at Jiang Huai's appearance, it is clear that he deliberately deceived her.

Song was angry in his heart, came out of the hot spring with a red face, put on a bath towel and a down jacket and left without looking back.

Jiang Huai leaned on one side and propped his head to look at her: "Why are you going?" Don't bubble anymore? ”

"Soak your sister!" Song slowly turned his head and glared at him.

"Isn't it just soaking my sister," Jiang Huai Jiao'er Lang hooked his lips, "Sister Song Slow." ”

"JAC!" Song slowly blushed and became angry, "The ghost will feel sorry for you old thing!" ”

After scolding, a sweet woman ran away.

Jiang Huai touched his nose in disunderstanding, "Did I say the wrong thing?" ”

-

When they woke up the next morning, Jiang Huai and Song Slow tacitly did not mention the nosebleed. However, Bai Jue didn't have the eyesight to see it, and when she saw that Song was getting up slowly, she hurriedly came over and asked her how she was doing.

"Yesterday I saw that the towel you used had blood stains and you were injured?"

Song Slow's face turned red, Jiang Cheng rubbed his head and came out of the room, hearing that Song Slow was injured, he hurriedly ran over and pulled her to look.

"Are you hurt? Where did it hurt? ”

The more Song Slow was asked, the redder his face became, and his brain was confused, "Flow...... Nosebleeds. ”

"Huh? You actually had a nosebleed? Is it the reason for soaking in the hot springs? Jiang Cheng asked without eyesight.

"Yes......"

"It's me." Jiang Huai came over to help Song slow to speak, and lied, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Oh, you, I don't care about you." Jiang Cheng immediately shook his hand and left.

Looking at Jiang Huai and Song Slow, Bai Jue's eyebrows tightened, "But I remember that the towel was next to Miss Song's hot spring, Jiang Huai, when did you pass?" ”

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng returned again.

"You're going to take a dip in a hot spring?" Jiang Cheng's facial features were hideous, and he couldn't believe that this was something that his upright brother could do.

"You're a hooligan? JAC, why did you become so sassy? You can't be the nosebleed that only comes from watching Song Slow, right? You can't resist the temptation? ”

The person concerned, Song Slow, stood on the side, speechless.

No matter how she listened, she felt that Jiang Cheng was "insulting" her.

Playing hooligan, sassy, can't help the temptation......

It seems to be all her fault.

Jiang Huai didn't care much, glanced at Song Slow, touched his hair with a smile, and said to Bai Jue: "You remember wrong." ”

"I don't remember ......"

A murderous glance over, Bai Yu obediently shut up, "Yes, I remembered wrong." ”

Meng Fuqing came out of the room a little tired, "What are you arguing about early in the morning?" ”

"My brother, he watched Song slowly soak in the hot spring and had a nosebleed."

JAC: "......"

Song Slow: "......"

Bai Jue: "......"

Meng Fuqing: "? ”

"It's all wrong!" Song Slow finally couldn't help it, covered Jiang Cheng's mouth, and dragged her aside for ideological education.

Meng Fuqing leaned in front of Jiang Huai and touched his shoulder, "So unproductive?" ”

Jiang Huai snorted, "It's better than you." ”

After breakfast, the four of them walked down the mountain together. The scenery halfway up the mountain is not bad, but the weather is not too good, gloomy and like it is going to rain.

Bai Jue prepared two umbrellas for them, reminding them that if it rains, they must come back early, so as not to slip the road and fall from the mountain in the rain.

There was no sign of rain when I went down the mountain, and after staying halfway up the mountain, the rain came.

Meng Fuqing and Jiang Huai pulled the people around them to run to the top of the mountain, but it was raining heavily, blocking the view and not finding the way, not to mention, Song Slow also slipped and fell on his foot.

Meng Fuqing and the others were busy hurrying and didn't notice the back, Jiang Huai held an umbrella with one hand, and dragged Song Slow up from the ground with the other, "Can you still go?" ”

Song Slow's face turned pale, and he shook his head with his feet.

"Then let's find a place to hide from the rain."

Jiang Huai looked around and saw a raised stone rock not far away, and it was not wet from the rain. Jiang Huai put Song Slow's arm around his neck, and the two of them laboriously moved under Shi Yan.

An umbrella was not enough to cover the raindrops that were blown by the wind, and even if Jianghuai lifted most of the umbrellas above Song Slow's head, Song Slow was still drenched and his shoulders were all wet.

Jiang Huai was even more miserable, his short hair was completely wet, and he was embarrassed on his head, and his image was completely gone.

Song sat down with the stone on the side, watching Jiang Huai take off his coat and wring out the water, and laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha...... Brother Jianghuai, your head ......" smiled and smiled and accidentally involved the wound, Song Slow frowned, and immediately stopped laughing.

Jiang Huai shook his head and ruffled his hair at will. He threw his coat aside and crouched down to check on Song Slow's injuries.

His expression was a little angry, probably because Song laughed at him.

"Where does it hurt?" Jiang Huai asked with a cold face.

Song slowly moved his left foot, "Huh...... This one. ”

Jiang Huai helped her take off her shoes and saw that her instep was already swollen. He frowned, and helped her put on her shoes again, "Let you laugh at me." ”

Song slowly bit his lower lip, quite helpless, "I didn't laugh at you when I broke my foot......"

Jiang Huai glared at her and sat down beside her, "When the rain stops, we'll go back." ”

"Oh."

The cold wind blew, just over Song Slow's soaked shoulders. Song slowed his nose and sneezed.

Jiang Huai turned his head to look at her: "Clothes wet?" ”

Song slowly wiped his nose and took off his wet coat, "Hmm." ”

Jiang Huai sighed helplessly, and reached out to hold Song Slow in his arms.

Jianghuai's arms are very warm, and there is a hint of sweetness.

Song Slow's head rested on his chest, and he could hear his heartbeat quite strongly. Listening to it, she didn't feel so cold, and her heart warmed up.

Song slowly raised his head cautiously, and when he stared at Jiang Huai's stinky face that was more stinky than losing more than a hundred thousand, he couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poke it on his cheek.

"Jiang Xiaoguan, laugh at one."