She got up too fast and accidentally knocked over the tea on the table.
Song Yi hurriedly put it away: "Sorry."
Wen Mu looked at her hand, which was flushed red from the heat, frowned, and said softly, "Are you okay?"
"Ah?" Song Yi: "No."
She spoke hurriedly, as if she was in a hurry to leave.
"I mean your hand."
She retracted her hand, not caring about the pain: "It's okay, I'll just go and wash it with cold water."
"Xiaoyi, don't be frizzy." Mother Song frowned: "Go get some medicine and rub it on, what a grown-up."
He scolded on the surface, but his heart still hurts.
Mother Wen said at this time: "It's okay, young man, I can understand."
Song Yi didn't have the time to talk to them, so she said a few perfunctory words, and hurried away on her high heels.
Chasing the direction where Tang Si just disappeared.
corridor.
This side is relatively remote, few people come here, the night wind is blowing, summer is not too cold, but when it blows on Tang Si's body, it feels bone-chillingly cold.
He put his elbows on the railing, bent slightly, and looked at the little neon lights flickering in the dark night outside.
Squinting his eyes, he groped in his pocket, only to find an empty cigarette case.
The man standing there was sluggish and tired.
Lazily leaning on the railing, there is only one word written on his eyebrows, tired.
The deadly silence around him makes one's heart palpitate.
The sluggish air envelops him tightly. On the third floor here, the lake below is sparkling and wandering quietly.
The man's dead eyes stared at him, and the waves of light reflected in his eyes, as if imprinting him in the lake.
It must be very comfortable in there, the bone-piercing coolness can face him directly.
Refreshing and stimulating.
His whole body seemed to smell of lifelessness.
Between suffering and suffering, between psychological conflicts, there seems to be a voice in a trance.
"Jump down, you'll be fine."
The burning anxiety and agitation made Tang Si frowned unconsciously, his heart was depressed, his violence was hidden deep, silently, and he repeatedly wanted to lead him to seek that touch of comfort.
Seek the cool relief, the thrill of suffocation and dying.
Song Yi ran over, out of breath, and saw such a scene, and saw him staring at the lake below.
All of a sudden, there were only four words in her mind: stagnant water.
Her heart skipped a beat.
His tone was a little vacant and slightly trembling, and he almost shouted out breathlessly: "Tang Si."
With fear, with uncertainty.
Very lightly, he called his name.
Such a small voice.
He heard it, and all his senses were sensitive.
The man suddenly turned his head and saw Song Yi standing at the corner not far from him.
She was flushed and panting, as if tired.
Seeing Tang Si looking towards him, Song Yi took a slow breath: "What are you doing here?"
She approached slowly, walked over to wrap his arms around him, put her chin against his arm, raised her head, and she smiled.
Bright and fragrant, his eyes are full of fragments of light, and his eyes are also full of him.
She held his hand tightly, and there was her warm temperature, sweet, warm, and her tenderness.
It was as if there was a fire burning a dying soul.
"Didn't you tell me to wait for you? Wait for you to kiss me."
"Why did you come here?" She smiled and bent her eyes, looking at Tang Si, her tone was charming and sweet: "Why didn't you call me?"
Her voice was soft and soft, but it was hot and fiery.
Live forever.
Song Yi is always giving Tang Si endless hope, like a river with a long history.
The man moved slightly, and pressed her into his arms: "Then Song Yi, are you waiting for me obediently?"