The screen of the mobile phone that was thrown aside was lit up and black, and Song Shushu was in no mood to care about it anymore.

Ji Sui felt that she was very wrong, and the two had been getting along for a while, and this was the first time he had seen her so lost.

She has always lived very passionately, like a hot wind blowing in the wilderness, unrestrained, free and gorgeous. Judging from the information he collected, his biological mother abandoned, his father remarried, his stepmother was embarrassed, and his career was frustrated, each of which seemed to be a weapon to hit emotions.

But according to his observation, this girl did not turn her life into a bitter drama, on the contrary, she lived it seriously every day.

She said that she would retire as soon as possible, and she did not shy away from guessing the accidents she would encounter, but in fact, she was more active in getting vaccinated and taking medicine than anyone else. complains about the outrageous life and excessive Party A every day, and raises all kinds of beautiful flowers in the room.

Song Shushu didn't wear a coat, only wore a black suspender belt and sat in front of the balcony with his knees crossed, looking at the night outside in a daze.

The window was not closed, the black clouds were tumbling, the branches were blown and trembled, the wind poured in through the window, and the cold wind rolled up and blew down the skirt of the wicker chair, outlining her thin figure even more obviously.

Four years ago, it was also such a weather, she remembered that it was very dark and the rain was very cold, she ran out of the dormitory building alone, wandering around the school aimlessly, and it was Lin Bai who found her in the corner of the playground after hearing the news.

"Song Xiaoshu! You don't want to die?! ”

The man's angry shouts fell on her in the wind and rain.

Song Shushu raised his face, and then the lightning flashed brightly, seeing the horror on his face, he wanted to squeeze out a smile to prove that he was fine.

"If you can't laugh, don't laugh."

Lin Bai took off his coat and wrapped it around her angrily, half-squatted down in front of her, turned his head and said angrily, "Come up, brother's treatment is not always available." ”

He didn't ask what happened to her, but he used his nascent arms to carry her self-esteem.

afterward

Cracking sound.

The typhoon, which had been brewing all night, finally landed, and the raindrops of beans fell. Song Shushu raised his hand and touched his face, it was cold.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

After relieving himself, he suddenly felt the corners of his skirt being tugged.

Ji Sui looked worried below, the girl who had not applied the pink delicacy faced the storm thinly, the expression on her face was neither sad nor joyful, and suddenly a big teardrop fell from her eyes, rolling down like a bead of broken thread.

Ji Sui, who has always been called the first person with a cold heart and a cold heart, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

It's hard to be reassuring in her state.

Ji Sui got up and walked under the chair to try to get her attention, but the balcony was not lit, and he was small now, and after walking around in front of her three or four times, he had to admit that she didn't notice the fact that she hadn't noticed it at all.

Song Shushu's rattan chair was very high, and he couldn't jump up with the height of his five-month-old kitten, and Ji Sui's eyes looked at the skirt that was still fluttering.

He carefully retracted his claws and tried to pull them down, and after working hard for a long time, Song Shushu, who was wandering in the world, finally came back to his senses.

"Why did you get here if you didn't eat well?"

Song Shushu reached out and scooped him up to his knees and hugged him, and rubbed his head with his hand.

The already cold fingers were as cold as a piece of ice after the cold wind blew for a long time. The cold fingers touched the back of his neck, Song Shushu was shocked by his body temperature, and suddenly felt that he was a small stove.

Ji Sui sighed helplessly, found a good place on her lap, pulled her hand to his chest with two paws, and leaned down.

The fingers that were pressed under the furry little body curled slightly, feeling the warmth coming from all around. One person and one cat didn't say much, Song Shushu still looked out the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it became a water curtain on the glass.

Ji Sui looked up at her expressionless face, Ji Qinghuan complained about his level of photography every time before, saying that he chose the angle of death for his photos, but the face in front of him was still flawless even from the perspective of death, and it still made him excited.

The hands covered under him were still cold, and the rosiness on his lips gradually faded, and he could even feel the body under him trembling slightly.

Turning his head, he glanced at the window that was still wide open, and the potted plants in the window were poured with a layer of fine water droplets.

If he can become a human now, then he can easily pick up this little girl who insists on blowing the cold wind and carry her back to the warm bed, he will talk to her about all the interesting things, rack his brains to make her smile again, instead of sitting in the miserable wind and rain and immersing himself in his heavy thoughts.

The hands under him are cold, as if he is carrying a piece of perennial ice, frostbite himself also scares away others, Ji Sui feels that if he doesn't warm these hands well, he will probably cover it for half a night, and he will have diarrhea tomorrow, but he moved his body slightly, and changed to a warmer side to warm her, he thought that he really couldn't let go of this hand.

I don't know how long it took, the wind and rain outside did not decrease but became bigger and bigger, just when the jasmine bud was destroyed and was about to fall, Song Shushu's fingers moved.

The palm that was pressed under him flipped over, and he held Ji Sui up steadily, got up and walked two steps to the window, the cold wind mixed with the raindrops came to the pavement, Song Shushu reached out and grabbed the handle of the dripping water, and took a deep look out the window.

As the window was closed, the movement of the wind and rain was isolated from the window, and Ji Sui shook his head in her arms.

The feeling of cat hair stained with water is not very wonderful, no kitten will like this feeling, and the same is true of the kitten he has become.

"I'm sorry to get you rained."

After blowing the wind for a long time, it seemed that even his voice was a little cold, Song Shushu took out a new towel from the chest of drawers in the bathroom, and put Ji Sui on the sink and wiped it carefully.

Looking at her movements, Ji Sui's eyelids jumped.

She wouldn't notice that a towel was missing from inside, would she?

The towel before was used by him and quietly smuggled to the next door, and now it is still hanging in the bathroom.

I always feel guilty about having the things I used personally and then being returned, and I wanted to let Yang Tezhu buy a new towel according to it, but I didn't remember it until I saw the towel again today.

Arrange for Yang Tezhu to buy it tonight!

Ji was a year old to give himself psychological hints.

The towels are washed and dried before being put away, so now they smell like gardenia laundry detergent, which often appears on Song Shushu.

Ji Sui, who was wrapped in a towel and rubbed back and forth, was wrapped in a gardenia, as if in her arms.

Fortunately, the rain only lightly wet the surface layer, not soaked the hair, so it was easy to wipe, and five or six minutes later, a child who was ravaged into fried hair was born at the age of Ji.

The towel was taken away, and Song Shushu finally showed his first smile.

This is the first time she has seen Song Dameng so embarrassed, the hair on his body is blowing up in each direction, and with his big wet eyes, it is quite messy and beautiful.

(End of chapter)