swimming fish

When the night fell, the tourists came back in twos and gathered in the courtyard to chat and laugh with Liang Hao.Not long after, Song Yu also moved a stool and sat under the flower trellis in the courtyard, talking to them, and looking up to the third floor from time to time.

The monkey brought back a jar of honey and put it on the stone table. Only then did Song Yu notice that he was back, and casually asked about the origin of the honey.Monkey confessed that it was sent by his favorite girl Zhou.

Song Yu answered absent-mindedly, and the monkey looked up following Song Yu's gaze just now, and asked, "Boss, what are you looking at? Is there another swallow building a nest under the eaves? It doesn't look like much at night." See you?"

Song Yu withdrew his gaze, raised his foot and gently kicked the monkey's calf: "What kind of nest are you building? What are you doing with this honey?"

The monkey said: "Oh, the young lady said that the grapefruit tea that Liang Hao made is delicious. It happens that you are not injured, and she doesn't have anything else. Just bring this honey and let Liang Haosheng make a bowl of tea for you."

Liang Hao glanced at it, took the jar of honey, and said: "With Miss Zhou, I am Liang Hao. Without your Miss Zhou, I am still Miss. Also, Mr. Ji said this tea You can’t drink it, it’s an antidote. If there is a scar in the future, our boss will be finished.”

"Ah yes," he reminded the monkey when he mentioned leaving scars, he took out a bag of things from his pocket, and threw it into Song Yu's arms, "There is also a bag of pearl powder, which is said to be able to whiten, I don't know if it can remove scars, but Better than nothing, right, boss."

Song Yu will catch the object thrown by the monkey, and when he heard the monkey's words that made him laugh, he quickly passed the sweet potato in his hand to Liang Hao: "Give this thing to Liang. I don't need it. Also, Let's make a bowl of that tea, it's just to taste the heart of little sister Ren Xiaozhou."

"You are like this, can you drink? It's still in your mind."

"The boss told you to cook, but you still don't go. If the boss doesn't drink after cooking, I can't do it." The monkey pushed Liang Hao to find the tea set in the house.

"Well, I don't drink it, but give me a bowl."

"Why do you give it to you?" Liang Hao poked his head from behind the door and asked, "Do you want to keep it?"

"Anyway, someone is drinking."

As he spoke, Song Yu raised his head and continued to look at the dimly lit window on the third floor.

And the person behind the window finished processing the mail in the mailbox.

Most of the olive branches that have been offered these days, he has seen the salary conditions offered, and the few companies around him are not as high as those offered by his original company.And it turned out that the boss of the company was his classmate who was studying abroad in Munich together.

He sighed, and looked down to see his classmate on the phone asking him the reason for delaying his return to the city.Ji Anhe took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose before replying.

【ji】: Tired, want to rest here for a while

After replying, Ji Anhe threw the phone on the table casually. He stood up, looked at the stars outside the window, and raised his hand to open the window a little.

The voices of people from downstairs came in through the crack of the window, he leaned on the window lattice and looked down, and saw a person sitting by the flower stand in the courtyard with a flower in his hand looking up at him.

No need to look closely, Ji Anhe also knew who he was.

The dim light and shadow in the room sneaked out, merged with the bright moonlight, poured into the courtyard, and fell into Song Yu's eyes.

And Song Yu probably didn't expect that Ji Anhe would open the window at this time and let him be caught.Looking at a figure against the light behind the window, he always felt that a gaze fell on him, and he unconsciously curled the corner of his mouth.

The wind stays among the flowers, and the love flows in front of my eyes.

The person who watched him change the flowers at night before was still looking at him, but tonight, Song Yu actually forgot the flowers in his hand.

Just remember, like that night, looking at him with a smile on his face, and after a while, he opened his mouth again.

"What a coincidence."

Ji Anhe didn't see Song Yu's mouth clearly, he just thought that his eyes stayed too long and had an illusion.

He hastily withdrew his gaze, closed the window, and sat back in his original position, absently fiddling with the pens he had accumulated in his hand.

What was pounding in his heart, before he had time to think about it, there was a knock on the door first.

He cleared his throat and walked to the door pretending to be calm.

"Boss Song?"

"Mr. Ji, Liang Hao made tea, but I can't drink it." Song Yu obediently picked up the teacup in his hand and gestured to Ji Anhe.

Ji Anhe looked at the small teacup, which contained tea that could be drunk in one gulp, and his eyes fell on Song Yu's eyebrows again.

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, Ji Anhe took half a step back: "Come in and sit down."

"Thank you."

"Didn't you say I'll see you tomorrow?" Ji Anhe turned on the headlights in the house, and the white light covered the previous dimness at once, illuminating every corner in the house.

"This tea can't wait until tomorrow." Song Yu put the teacup next to the computer, and his eyes fell on the window behind the computer - the window he was looking at just now downstairs.

Ji Anhe looked at where Song Yu was standing, and followed him to put away the papers and pens that had been scattered on the table.

"Why haven't you slept so late?" Song Yu asked while leaning on the table.

"Look at the email." Ji Anhe said.

"Aren't you on vacation? Why are you still working?" Song Yu asked casually.

"It's not work. I just came here after I quit my job." Ji Anhe picked up the pen he was playing with just now, paused, and then put it into the pen holder.

"That's..." Song Yu said, "Olive branch? Waiting for you to choose..."

Ji Anhe answered: "When I've made my choice, I can prepare to go back."

"No wonder."

No wonder you say you don't belong here.

Song Yu scratched the table lightly with his fingers, and he tried: "Then have you made your choice?"

Ji Anhe shook his head, reached out to hold the cup of tea that Song Yu brought up, he took a sip, and said, "Not yet. Tonight's tea is quite sweet."

"Yeah, I know." Song Yu shifted his gaze from the window back to Ji Anhe, and replied.

"You know? Have you tasted it?" Ji Anhe frowned.

Supporting the table with his hands, Song Yu leaned towards Ji Anhe who was standing opposite, sniffed the teacup he was holding, and said half falsely, "I can smell it."

"What did you smell?" Ji Anhe looked at him amusedly.

"Smell," Song Yu curled his lips and said in a low voice, "You and tea taste the same."

Ji Anhe chuckled, and retorted: "Then Boss Song must have lost his sense of smell."

"Maybe it is," Song Yu echoed, "It's because the tea is too sweet, it smells sweet wherever I go."

Even you, too.