summer fireworks

Yan Shu didn't know the answer to this question. If she was asked to tell, she must think there was no such thing.

From the moment she met Song Zhilin, Song Zhilin's shadow was engraved on her body, how could she feel ashamed to be with Song Zhilin?Song Zhilin is beautiful, has good grades, and is likable. No matter how you say it, she should be more afraid, afraid that Song Zhilin will feel ashamed to be with her.

However, since Song Zhilin asked this question, there must have been a moment when she broke her heart.

Yan Shu didn't know when that moment was, maybe it was the look in the eyes of a passer-by during the countless nights when she was sent home, or the inquiring gazes of others when Song Zhilin was waiting for her at the school gate, or her carelessness There are too many words, so many that people can't find out which moment it is.

Yan Shu didn't speak, she just silently took away the cup on the tea table. While standing in front of the sink to wash the cup, Song Zhilin staggered up from the sofa, walked to her side, and looked at her stubbornly, Be sure to know the answer.

She put the glass in the cupboard, shook her head, sighed slightly, and said:

"No."

Song Zhilin's smile deepened a little. She returned to the sofa, hugging a pillow, a little drowsy.

Very good.After thinking about it for so many years, she finally had the answer to the question she had wanted to know the answer to.Rather than getting an answer, it would be better to say that he was relieved.

The pale moonlight of that night finally had a hint of color.

"You go to bed and sleep."

Yan Shu simply tidied up the room, and when he saw Song Zhilin's appearance, he gently pushed her to lie on the bed and go to sleep. Song Zhilin obediently responded and lay down on the bed.

After drawing the curtains, Song Zhilin complained softly, "I'm so dizzy."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Yan Shu asked.

It was always someone else who took care of her when she was drunk. This was the first time she took care of someone who was drunk. She never thought it was her ex-girlfriend.

"A little..." Song Zhilin shook her head and said in confusion, "It seems to be more uncomfortable than before."

Yan Shu looked at her intently, Song Zhilin's cheeks were pink, and she felt like a peach blossom for no reason.

She felt...Song Zhilin didn't drink much, how did she get the feeling of having a hangover?

Moreover, she has already given Song Zhilin sober up tea, shouldn't she sober up faster?Unless Song Zhilin is the more drunk type.

To be on the safe side, she asked, "Did you bump into wine with tea?"

Song Zhilin looked at her stupidly, thought hard for a while, and said, "Did you mean to drink tea while drinking? No, you will be even more drunk."

Yan Shu: "..."

Sure enough, tea collided with wine to get more drunk.

In this case, why didn't Song Zhilin express any objection when she drank tea just now?She drank all the tea in such a smooth manner. Yan Shu thought that she was so proficient in the sober tea she drank when she was drunk before. Song Zhilin dare not know what Yan Shu gave her... This man Why are you so careless!

Yan Shu felt very angry.

She pushed Song Zhilin down on the bed, helped her remove her makeup, wiped her face with a wet towel, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said, "Sleep well!"

After Song Zhilin fell asleep, Yan Shu sat on the sofa, casually took out two pieces of toast from the refrigerator, smeared them with cherry sauce, and ate them. It was supposed to be dinner.

At night, Yan Shu was lying on the sofa chair, unable to fall asleep.

The sofa chair has been around for some years, not to mention the hard material, and the area is also very small, Yan Shu is covered with a towel, looking at the ceiling above his head, he just feels that fate is tricky, how things turned out like this.

Ex-girlfriend sleeps in her bed, she suffers from insomnia on the couch.

The next day, when Song Zhilin woke up, she only felt a dull pain in her head.

Her eyes were dry, and she couldn't open them for a moment. She turned over on the bed and buried her face in the soft pillow. There was a familiar and strange smell on the pillow, and it felt like she was in a place where it had just rained. Among the lawns.

The curtains are made of white glass gauze, and through the curtains, warm sunlight has sprinkled on her cheeks, reminding her that it's getting late and it's time to get up.

Song Zhilin's muddled thoughts gradually became clear. What was she doing last night...Drinking, yes, she drank a lot of alcohol, that's why she felt this hangover.

the Hangover?

Suddenly, Song Zhilin opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling.

This is definitely not her home.

This is a rather warmly decorated small apartment. The glass windows are so large that they almost take up half of the wall. Creamy white glass gauze is hung on them to let the sunlight in. There are cabinets under the windows and several pots on the top of the cabinets. The green clusters of flowers and plants look vibrant.

The size of the bed she sleeps on is delicate. It is a bit spacious for one person, but it is a bit crowded for two people. There is only one pillow at the head of the bed. It is gray and has a striped flower surface. The texture is very good against the skin. The quilt is a set, fluffy and soft like feathers, and the whole bed is so comfortable that you don't want to leave.

where is this?

Song Zhilin was a little puzzled, and sat up, only to realize that there was an old-fashioned sofa chair in the room, which could be used for people to lie on, but it would never be comfortable.

There was a person lying on it, covered with a thin blanket, half of which had been kicked to the ground.

Yan Shu was holding a pillow in his arms, resting his head on the armrest of the sofa, frowning tightly, and seemed to be sleeping restlessly.

Yes, when did she sleep on the sofa and suffer from this kind of suffering.

A strange feeling crossed Song Zhilin's heart. Her heart was originally a layer of solid ice, like an iceberg in the North Pole, which would never melt, but Yan Shu's restless sleeping face was like a handle. The knife cut a corner directly on her ice layer.

Hearing the sound of her getting out of bed, Yan Shu woke up. She sat up from the sofa, still hugging the pillow, and said in a bad tone:

"Are you up? There are milk and eggs in the refrigerator, let's make your own breakfast."

After finishing speaking, she stood up from the sofa, staggered towards the bed, fell down on the bed with a thud, and let out a long sigh:

"The bed is still comfortable."

Song Zhilin opened the refrigerator as she said, and poured the milk into the cup. She held the cup of milk, put the other cup of milk on the coffee table, and asked, "The sofa where you slept last night?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was hoarse, with a feeling of hurting her throat.

"if not?"

Yan Shu wrapped herself in the quilt, pressed the remote control to bring out the blackout curtains, and said to her angrily:

"Some people, as soon as I touched her arm, they kept yelling, am I going to molest you? Do I dare to sleep in the same bed with you, and I have to break my legs."

Song Zhilin just woke up and was still a little confused. After hearing this, before her brain had time to think, she already said:

"That's strange, don't you just sleep when you want?"

"Who sleeps when he wants to?" After hearing what she said, Yan Shu suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed, rubbed a mess of hair, and glared at her, "I haven't touched you at all!"

After finishing speaking, she covered her head angrily, and said, "There is no reward for kindness!"

After Yan Shu's temper flared up, Song Zhilin became more sober. She stood in the room holding a milk cup, quite embarrassed.

She simply put down the cup, walked to the bed, looked at Yan Shu in the dim light and said:

"Sorry, I was talking nonsense."

"Don't be angry, next time I'll treat you to dinner and make amends, okay?"

The air in the quilt was so thin that Yan Shu couldn't breathe. She lifted the quilt suddenly, only to feel refreshed for a while.

Seeing the guilty expression on Song Zhilin's face again, she felt very angry for some reason.

For a moment, Yan Shu'e came out of his guts, grabbed Song Zhilin's wrist, dragged her onto the bed, and looked down at her.

Song Zhilin's long seaweed-like hair was spread out, and in the faint sunlight, there was an indescribable beauty.

Yan Shu choked for breath, then said viciously:

"You invite me to dinner, you invite me to dinner for everything, you have offended me a lot, can you invite me over?"

Song Zhilin was stared at by her pair of black eyes, those scorching eyes almost devoured her.

She trembled for no reason, bit her lip, and lowered her voice: "Please don't come here..."

"As long as you know."

Yan Shu suddenly felt boring. What's the use of her being so strong in front of Song Zhilin?It was just a quick moment, when Song Zhilin walked out of this room, she was still someone she couldn't touch, but when she looked down at Song Zhilin, she felt that there was a strange magic in this scene.

The blackout curtains blocked most of the light, leaving only a little gleam, which fell on Song Zhilin's face, making her face as smooth as jade. Her long hair was scattered around her like seaweed, and her white teeth were biting red. Lips, in the eyes she has never seen timidity.

It turned out that she would also show such an expression...

By coincidence, Yan Shu leaned down, breathing closer and closer, the faint smell of rust on Song Zhilin's body mixed with the aroma of milk, like charming vines, wrapped around her heart.

Yan Shu stopped when he touched her lips.

Her heart was beating violently, and her breathing was as rapid as if she had just run 1000 meters. She stared at Song Zhilin's eyes. There was not even a trace of hesitation in those brown pupils, and she was straightforward and sober.

"what happened to you?"

Song Zhilin let her watch, she clearly knew what she wanted to do, she even stretched out a finger, went around the back of Yan Shu's neck, and pressed lightly on a certain place, there used to be a mark there, it was When they were young, they carried high fever and left behind regardless of the consequences.

It was originally intended to prove love, but it has become a lifelong scar.

Song Zhilin looked at her quietly, Yan Shu's scorching breath fell on her face, like a soft, never-falling feather, her last thought stopped, Song Zhilin closed her eyes, and said softly:

"You can do whatever you want."

"I owe you."