On the rooftop in a summer afternoon, the girl leaned over, curled her eyes and looked at him with a smile, and said, "I'm waiting for you here."

"If you don't come, I'll wait."

Zhou Xingyan has gone.

It was sunny in May afternoon, and the rooftop was empty, with no cover. He was afraid that she would feel sunny, so he only took two-thirds of the time to finish the last test paper of the mock exam and handed over the paper and left the examination room the first.

He waited on the rooftop until evening.

The next day, she dropped out of school.

The person did not even appear, and disappeared completely.

Zhou Xingyan has always not understood why after meeting again, she was so calm and calm, and almost natural, disturbing his life again.

She was unscrupulous and repeatedly crashed into the calm trajectory he had meticulously laid, causing unreasonable storms, and then disappeared quietly.

He didn't even leave a word for him.

What is this?

"Do you have fun with me?"

The man was hoarse and his voice was as indifferent as ever, without emotion, and seemed not angry.

The background there was very quiet. When he was quiet and he didn't say anything, it seemed that only the sound of electric current and air flowing.

Xiang Ge didn't have much energy to distinguish the deeper meaning and emotions in his words, and he almost blurted out his brain: "Unhappy."

Zhou Xingyan laughed, with a discomfortable coldness: "It seems that I haven't let you enjoy it yet?"

Xiang Ge stopped talking.

She was a little distracted, and she had a fever, and her thinking seemed to be stuttering. She didn't realize his sarcasm in a trance.

I only know that he is so fierce.

The tone is so fierce.

He has been very bad to her since he met him in the hospital.

He obviously talks to other women and dates them, which means that he can do it tomorrow. Only when facing her, he is cold and fierce.

She was obedient and obedient and put on flat shoes, and it was useless to bring him sushi, so it was useless.

He is still fierce.

The bedroom is quiet, with the linen curtains bulging with shallow arcs, and the sparse stars and moon outside the window become the only source of light, which vaguely reflects the soft outline of the bed at the end of the bed.

The wind gusts and Xiang Ge shivered as the cold blows, but his whole body is getting hot, his head is dizzy, and the darkness in front of him seems to be rotating. The two words he spit out are soft, hoarse but clear, "Okay."

Zhou Xingyan became silent in an instant, and his black eyelashes trembled.

Xiang Ge closed his eyes and groped backwards, trying to grab the quilt, but he didn't touch it, so he had to retract and curl up beside the bed.

The phone was stuck to my ears, and the voice was a little aggrieved, "I feel uncomfortable."

Thinking of his fierce tone just now, she felt even more wronged.

He wasn't like this before.

He wasn't meant to be angry with her before.

Xiang Ge lowered his long eyelashes, buried his head in the pillow, and repeated faintly and pitifully: "I feel so uncomfortable."

For a moment, Zhou Xingyan's breathing stopped.

He paused, and all the negative emotions were put aside, and he slowed down his voice and asked her: "Why are you - where are you?"

The girl's voice was small, silly, and a little vague: "At home."

Zhou Xingyan had already stood up. He had just taken a shower and changed into pajamas. At this time, he quickly walked into the bedroom and pulled open the cabinet. He grabbed the clothes and put them on. He grabbed the car keys on the coffee table and turned around and went out.

The phone was not hung up, and she kept it in hand. She was still talking, intermittently, a little far away from the phone, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Half an hour later, he went downstairs of her house, got off the bus and stood at the door, holding up his cell phone and calling her name.

There was no sound on Xiangge's side.

Zhou Xingyan's voice increased a little.

She whispered, as if she had just discovered: "You haven't hung up yet."

Zhou Xingyan went up the steps and stood on the piece of marble that she had stood unbuttoned his shirt not long ago. He frowned at the locked door: "Which floor is your home?"

Xiang Ge told him the house number.

Zhou Xingyan pressed it twice, but there was no response.

He patiently called her: "Xiang Ge, open the door for me."

After waiting for a while, a "click" sound came from the door in front of me.

Zhou Xingyan pulled in.

The Xianggejia Community Building is designed with excellent concealment, with two households on one floor and two doors. Bypassing the elevator security doors, the cold marble walls in the middle cover the view.

As soon as he came out of the elevator, he heard the sound of the security door being opened. Xiang Ge stood barefoot on the floor at the door, curled up with his round toes, rubbing his feet together, his cheeks flushed, his black eyes wet, and he was not focused.

A thin white nightgown was tightly pressed against her body at this time, and the fabric was slightly wet by sweat, and a faint flesh color was faintly revealed.

She leaned against the door frame with her head tilted, shivered her neck so coldly that she shivered, and looked at him with her mouth tilted, "I'm so hot."

Zhou Xingyan didn't say anything, walked in with his lips pursed, brought the door with him, and raised his hand to cover her forehead.

With thin sweat, it was so hot.

Zhou Xingyan lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Xiang Ge, go to the hospital."

Xiang Ge suddenly shrank.

It was as if she suddenly returned many years ago. She was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head almost subconsciously conditioned reflex.

I was obviously very diligent in running around before, but now I suddenly refused to go.

Zhou Xingyan sighed and pulled her in, "Then go in first, the ground is cold."

Xiang Ge lowered his head and followed him quietly. He sat by the bed, watching him pull out her medicine box like a magic trick, and then went to the bathroom to bring out the basin and towel.

Zhou Xingyan closed the windows tightly, pulled the curtains, turned on the small light at the head of the bed, and looked back at her: "Lying down."

Xiang Ge blinked and lay down very obediently.

He looked at him with his body down and shook his body while shaking, while saying hoarsely: "I'm so hot."

I don't know if she is cold or hot.

Zhou Xingyan was helpless and wanted to laugh, so he leaned over and grabbed the cup that kicked her to her feet, and covered it tightly.

Xiang Ge hid half of his face and chin in the quilt, feeling a little depressed, and began to struggle out and was held down.

"Hot." She raised her eyes.

“The heat is covered.”

She stopped moving.

Zhou Xingyan soaked a cold towel and covered her head, then lowered her head and didn't even have a thermometer inside her, only two boxes of poor cold medicine and a lot of painkiller tablets to look for medicine in a small medicine box of tattered medicine.

He took out the antipyretic medicine, took out a piece, went to the kitchen to flip the cup, and took a cup of warm water.

When I came back, the people on the bed had their eyes closed, their eyelashes were trembling, and they were still shaking.

Zhou Xingyan sat beside the bed and called her, "Xiang Ge."

Xiang Ge frowned and did not move.

He called her again.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Zhou Xingyan put the water cup in his hand on the bedside table, dragged her shoulders and helped it up, handed over the water and medicine, "I took the medicine before sleeping."

Xiang Ge looked at him steadily for a while.

The man had a light expression and sat by the bed and looked at him, carrying a nice smell of shower gel and an indescribable smell of him.

It is clear and warm, like that on that night many years ago, when the boy pursed his lips and said, "I won't care about you if you fight again", he had a clean and gentleness.

Xiang Ge suddenly remembered the movie he auditioned for this morning in a daze.

Saving type people.

If there is indeed.

If anything.

She was stunned for a while, and Zhou Xingyan raised his arms and waited for her, saw that she took it and slid into the quilt again.

After lying motionless for a while, she spoke slowly again, "I have set a lot of alarm clocks."

Zhou Xingyan was stunned and raised his head.

The woman's eyes were bright and wet under the warm yellow light, her fair cheeks were flushed, her breathing was a little rapid, and her body wrapped in the quilt was slightly ups and downs.
To be continued...