swimming fish

The clouds and the rain are gone, and the sky is getting clearer.

Xiaobai led their friends to arrange a room on the first floor, and then went upstairs following the sound of the wind blowing.

She poked her head out from the stairs secretly, looking at the two people who were standing and sitting, until Ji Anhe dried Song Yu's hair and turned around to put away the blower, she clicked her tongue twice.

"Brother Song! You really enjoyed it."

Song Yu looked at Xiaobai who was walking towards him with his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth that he hadn't closed in time took the opportunity to grin even further.

"good."

Standing aside, Ji Anhe coughed lightly, handed the hair dryer wrapped with wires to Xiaobai, and thanked him.

Xiaobai didn't raise his hand to take it: "Mr. Ji, if it's convenient, can you put it down for me?"

"Xiaobai, let me help you." Song Yu followed Xiaobai's footsteps and walked over, grabbing the job.

"No, Ah Yan is waiting for you downstairs, she said she has something to ask you."

Song Yu and Ji Anhe stared at each other in the air for a second, then Ji Anhe Anran looked away, turned around and looked at the little girl beside him, and said, "Then let's go and let the air blow, I really forgot Where did you get it from?"

"Then you put it away for a while, and it happened that the rain stopped, so we took Liang Hao's cat back."

After Song Yu finished exhorting, he watched Ji Anhe purse his lips at him before going downstairs.

"Let's go." Song Yu's figure disappeared, and Ji Anhe turned around and walked into the room with Xiao Bai. He habitually turned his head to make sure the door was still open.

"Mr. Ji." Xiao Bai, who entered the room, wanted to leave Ji An and the hair dryer in his hand, put the hair dryer back in place, and asked bluntly, "Do you like Song Yu?"

The question echoed in this cramped space, making everyone in the room stunned.The smile on the man's face faded away, as if he had returned to his appearance at work: "What does Xiaobai think?"

"I think?" Xiaobai glanced at the person in front of him, took into account the changes on his face, raised his eyebrows, jumped slightly, and sat down on the table behind him, "I thought I didn't like it very much. , but just now when I went upstairs and saw you holding the hair dryer, I felt..."

Xiaobai's voice paused slightly, and he changed the subject: "Let's put it this way, I've only known Brother Song for four or five years. I don't know him as well as Chen Yan, but I think Brother Song must have recognized you. So it's a bit redundant for me to say this, but I still hope that he can get an equal love, at least in terms of love."

Ji Anhe walked two steps into the room. He sat down in front of a sofa, with his legs crossed. He looked up at the person sitting on the table swinging his feet, and reminded with a smile, "Now that you know It’s superfluous, it shouldn’t have been said.”

"You..." Xiaobai probably didn't expect Ji Anhe to speak like this.

Ji An and the anti-guest looked at the little girl mainly and asked, "Xiaobai, how old are you?"

"What?" Xiaobai didn't understand the meaning of Ji Anhe's sudden question, so he couldn't react for a while.

Ji Anhe repeated again: "How old are you?"

"23."

"How old is Song Yu?"

"28." Xiao Bai frowned, looking at Ji Anhe, "Is there any problem?"

"This is the problem," Ji Anhe said in a calm manner, "he is not you, nor is he at your current age, what exactly should he do, how to do it, and what will be the result... All of these, he should compare You still know."

While talking, Ji Anhe couldn't help but think of the greedy person who asked him if he would stay until the summer and come back again.

"So?" Xiaobai asked.

He couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and the tenderness in his eyes was also revealed: "So when I leave, remember to take him out to play more. You know him better than I do, and you know that he has not lived well these years Be happy."

"How do you know..." Xiaobai found a convincing explanation, "Brother Song told you?"

"You don't need to tell him." Ji Anhe said calmly.

He would be willing to live in a place as lonely as the foot of Cangshan Mountain for a while, would be willing to cover up his tattoos and not wash them off, would be willing to take Ji Anhe to other bars to sing his own songs, would be willing to meet Ji An And after that I got stuck in the mud...

In Ji Anhe's eyes, all these things said that the Song Yu before was not the real him, but the Song Yu in front of Ji Anhe was the real one.

It is the wildness in the bones concealed under that gentle appearance.

"I know what kind of person he is." Ji Anhe's tone was still flat, but waves suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"What about you?" Xiaobai asked.

"I?"

I probably only counted it as an accident that he had a headache and couldn't figure it out at his mature age.

"What kind of person is Mr. Ji?"

"Then I have to ask Song Yu." Ji Anhe pushed the question back with hooked corners of his mouth, and sweetened it again, "He seems to know me better than me now."

On the other side, Song Yu went downstairs and saw Chen Yan who was still holding the gray cat on the huge window sill next to the door in the same place as last night.

Chen Yan turned her head when she heard the footsteps disappearing behind her: "Did you come down?"

"Yeah." Song Yu squatted beside Chen Yan, "Xiaobai said you have something to say?"

Chen Yan let go of the gray cat, squatted next to Song Yu, and handed Song Yu a cigarette: "One?"

"The one before was confiscated, so I won't smoke it anymore." Song Yu waved his hand, and added at the end, "I promised."

Chen Yan glanced at him, unable to see the way he wagged his tail: "Are you really a baby? Fell in love?"

Song Yu nodded without thinking: "Didn't I bring them all for you?"

Seeing that Song Yu wasn't joking, Chen Yan didn't know how to respond, so she lit a cigarette for herself, took two puffs and said, "Song Yu, are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's for real." Song Yu squatted on the window sill, but cast his eyes on the place where their note was hung on the tree, and there was a sense of powerlessness in his words, "Get me into it soon."

Chen Yan lightly snorted indifferently: "Isn't that what you are like?"

"What am I like?"

"When you shouldn't be digging out your heart and lungs, what else can you do?"

"When do I..."

"You don't know?" Chen Yan interrupted him, then lowered her head, pinched her cigarette, and threw it under the window sill, "You know the truth in your heart, have you solved those band members before? It's only April. "

Song Yu looked up at the person who jumped off the window sill and looked down at him, and was suddenly dumbfounded by the question.

His eyes flickered for a moment: "It's true that I was the first to say that I wanted to break up."

"But they are not good people either. You treat them as friends, but they may not treat you as friends." Chen Yan rolled her foot on the cigarette butt she dropped twice before turning around and going to another place, "Anyway, I don't know what to say. I've said it countless times, and you've been ignoring it for several years, so I'm just saying it for nothing."

"Chen Yan." Song Yu called to stop the person who was about to leave.

Chen Yan looked back at him.

"Ji Anhe is different from them." Song Yu said with indescribable certainty in his eyes, "I know, he is different."

Chen Yan picked up the gray-haired cat that was running wild in the yard. She didn't speak too stiffly, but she was still not very enthusiastic: "It's up to you, as long as you know what you are doing."

"I know."

The note on the tree has a sense of precariousness in the world after the rain, and Song Yu's note hangs on a branch sheltered from the wind, becoming an unexpected firmness in this precariousness.