A strange impulse suddenly appeared in Shi Jin's heart. He leaned a little closer to Fei Yujing, and confirmed and asked: "You don't want me to be too polite to you?"
Fei Yujing actually didn't like to be so close to people, but when he realized that Shijin's mood seemed to improve slightly, he became hopeful that Shijin could get closer.
"Yes, Xiaojin, I am your brother too." He replied softly.
Yes, you are my brother too.
Fear of being the only "kind friend", and anxious that he can't get closer, is so stupid and so helpless, only his elder brother.
Shijin no longer restrained his thoughts, and suddenly reached out his hand to cup Fei Yujing's face.
Fei Yujing was stunned, then frowned, wanted to fall back and restrained, his body stiffened, and asked: "What?"
Shijin looked at him, suddenly rubbed his face vigorously, and asked, "Are you angry?"
"Wait... Xiaojin, you let go first." Fei Yujing has never been so "offended" before, and hurriedly raised his hand to pull his hand.
Shijin avoided flexibly, put his hand on his head again, rubbed his hair frantically, and asked, "Are you angry?"
Attorney Fei, who is always calm and self-sufficient, has ever been so embarrassed. He hurriedly raised his hand to frame Shijin's arm, and asked, "Xiaojin, what's the matter with you? Don't play pranks."
Shi Jin didn't speak, and relied on his skill. After rubbing his hair, he pinched his ears, arrogantly tugged, and even wanted to pinch his nose around the corner.
"Xiao... Xiaojin!" Fei Yujing said in a high tone, finally grabbing his hand, frowning at him, his hair was messy, his face was a little red when he was rubbed, probably because he was struggling, he affected the wound and his forehead was a little bit Sweating, all in all, was embarrassed.
Shijin was caught by him obediently, and he carefully checked his current appearance, and asked, "Are you angry? Do you hate me?"
Fei Yujing looked at him completely incomprehensibly, and said, "Xiao Jin, what are you—"
Click.
Shijin suddenly broke free of his hand, took out his phone and took a picture at him.
"I want to spread this photo to people all over the world." Shijin said seriously.
Fei Yujing finally couldn't help it, and asked uncertainly: "Xiao Jin, what are you doing on earth, do you... do you hate me? Are you teasing me?"
"I don't hate you." Shijin put the phone back in his pocket and said, "I'm treating you less politely, or even bullying you, do you hate it?"
Fei Yujing was stunned, glanced at the phone in his hand, and said, "You're not so polite..."
"You really are not a robot." Shi Jin moved closer to him, looked at his current face carefully, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched his ear again, and pulled it out.
How amazing, that Fei Yujing, who is always strong and rational, was so rounded and flattened by others, but he was not angry. He used to be too polite to Fei Yujing, no, he even said that he used to label and deify Fei Yujing too much.
This person is indeed sensible, but not as cold-blooded as he imagined.
"Politeness and distance are most of the time produced when you don't know the other person so well, or when you are afraid of someone. I bully you like this now to get closer to you and eliminate the sense of distance." Shijin flickered solemnly, his expression and tone of voice were very sincere, "Second brother, you used to be too high and inaccessible in my heart. We need a little sense of intimacy like this."
Is that right
Fei Yujing stopped pulling his hand, trying to understand his logic, and asked, "Do you feel happy doing this?"
"Happy." Shijin nodded.
Fei Yujing stopped talking, tried to suppress his unsuitability, and tried to enjoy his "closeness."
Seeing his serious appearance, Shi Jin couldn't help but laughed. He smiled and was inexplicably sore. He glanced at the distance between the two of them that could be described as intimacy, loosened his ears, and said, "It's great. … You are not a real robot. Many things I want are possible.
That Fei Yujing, who he thought was aloft, had actually been standing on an equal footing with him.
Although Fei Yujing couldn't understand Shijin's words, he could feel his emotions. He listened to Shijin muttering with relief and satisfaction at this moment, and his heart sore inexplicably. He tentatively raised his hand to touch Shijin's head and said, "I am not a robot... Although I don't understand why, but When you treated me less politely, I was not angry. Xiaojin, I also want to get close to you."
"... I know." Shijin replied, lowered his head to let him touch, and felt his unskilled soothing concern for a while. After a long time, suddenly raised his head and said to him, "Second brother, if I am afraid I will guard you, just Come over and break my defenses. I just told you what I want."
Fei Yujing actually didn't know how to break Shijin's defenses, otherwise he wouldn't make Shijin angry before. He looked at Sijin now trusting and being close to him, fearing that he would say the wrong thing to destroy the warm atmosphere between the two of them. After weighing it, he accepted the words in a satisfactory manner: "You said you want me to care about you. I will do it."
Shijin saw through the dazed and cautious concealed under his calmness, a little helpless, and a little soft-hearted to finally see through Fei Yujing's essence, resigned to his fate, gave up this relatively "stream of consciousness" communication, stood up and retreated three steps from the hospital bed. Far away, Chao Fei Yujing said, "Second brother, let's have a hug between brothers."
Fei Yujing: "...Huh?"
"I hope you take the initiative to come over." Shijin asked.
Fei Yujing watched Shi Jin but didn't move. It's not that he didn't want to come in with Shi to give a hug to relieve his suspicion, but... He felt the sensation of being kneaded in his ears, a little uncomfortable.
If you leaned forward now, would Shijin be kneaded like this again? I always feel... It will be very challenging. But he had to go. This was Shijin's way of expressing intimacy. Shijin tried so hard to eliminate the sense of distance between the two, but he didn't respond, which was really hurtful.
"You can't come, then I have to go." Shi Jin suddenly took a step back and moved in the direction of the ward door.
"Wait." Fei Yujing instinctively prevented it, and ignored the mess, got out of bed, and took a step closer to Shijin.
Shi Jin's retreat stopped, standing still looking at him, hands hanging to his side, without the intention of raising his arms to welcome the hug.
Looking at him like this, Fei Yujing suddenly remembered his active and affectionate appearance when he hugged the other elder brothers, his brows were slightly drawn, and without much thought, he stepped towards him and opened his arms.
Forget it, just knead it, you will get used to it.
The distance between the two was not far, Fei Yujing had long legs, and after only two steps, he had stopped in front of Shijin. He lowered his eyes to look at Shi Jin's face, and after a slight pause, he slowly leaned over, awkwardly and awkwardly around Shi Jin's body, and gently hugged him.
This is a hug with a little sense of distance. The two touched only above the shoulders. One of them didn't even react at all. He stood straight, his arms drooping, and didn't mean to respond.
In Fei Yujing's vision, the hug that Shijin actively requested should be intimate and full of reconciliation. But Fei Yujing hugged Shijin, but felt that the distance between the two had not been narrowed by this hug. He smelled Shi Jin's body and felt his body temperature. After a brief excitement, he slowly lowered.
Shi Jin... didn't hug him back. This is a one-sided hug, which is completely different from the hugs Shi Jin gave to other brothers. He and other brothers are different in the end.
He lowered his eyes, his body hesitated, and then slowly let go of Shijin.
Shi Jin suddenly spoke and asked, "Second brother, what are you thinking about now?"
Fei Yujing paused, thinking that he wanted to start a conversation on a different topic, so he hurriedly reduced his emotions, and straightened his side and replied: "It's nothing, it's late, you should—"
Shi Jin suddenly leaned forward, took the initiative to hug him, and put his head on his shoulder.
Fei Yujing's body froze, his eyes slightly widened.
"Second brother, if you were depressed just now because I didn't hug you back, or felt happy because of my initiative at this time, then I'm very satisfied."
The warm breath was sprayed on the neck, and the soft hair grazed the earlobe. Fei Yujing’s heartbeat speeded up for an instant. After a brief stiff, he instinctively raised his hand and hugged Shijin, and said: "Yes, you say I have all of those."
Although he can't keep up with Shijin's thinking and can't understand what he thinks, he has learned one thing now-when Shijin asks about his emotions, he can honestly tell Shijin what he thinks. His younger brother likes to listen to this very much.
This is the only thing he is sure of right now, which can instantly bring the two closer together.
The two fell silent and hugged quietly.
This is the first time that Fei Yujing has embraced others so intimately. He frowned and carefully analyzed his feelings at this time, remembering little by little the sense of touching the person’s chest and locking the other’s body with his arms. Some satisfied thoughts came up in my heart.
It turned out that the hug that had responded was like this, and the close hug was like this, and it was as appropriate as he had imagined.
Shijin noticed the strength of his arm, relaxed the corner of his mouth, patted his back, and said, "Second brother, that's it. I hope you always hold this feeling of wanting me to respond to your hug. I continue to get along. In the past, the relationship between you and me was like the first hug, you hugged me, but I don’t want me to respond. I don’t feel that this hug is warm, I just feel bound, and you feel that I’m not kind enough to you. , I think I’m guarding against you. But if you want my response, I might not be used to it at first, but in the end, it will definitely end up embracing each other like this. Brother, if you want a healthy relationship, you must There must be back and forth, and communication is also indispensable. Unilateral contribution and self-righteousness are the most undesirable."
Fei Yujing vaguely understood what he meant, and turned his head to look at him.
"It doesn't matter if you can't understand my thoughts, it doesn't matter if you don't understand me, you just have to remember this hug." Shijin let go of him, smiled at him relaxedly, "Try hard, next time when you regenerate When you want me to respond to the emotion of your hug, don’t digest it rationally, tell it to me, and I will respond to you. Brother, remember your mood at this time, please in this sense, be ruthless Need me."
Wow.
As if the barrier shrouded in front of his eyes was torn apart, Fei Yujing finally understood what Shijin wanted—an interactive hug. It was such a simple thing, but even for such a simple thing, he He didn't give Shijin, no, it should be said that he never had the idea of looking for Shijin to ask for these.
He would only stand in his own safe territory, without saying anything, firmly guarding his heart, and then hope Shijin would come over by himself.
"I'm sorry." He finally understood what a proud and cruel thing he had done to Shijin. Looking at Shijin's smile, he couldn't help reaching out and pulling him into his arms. "Thank you." Thank you even though. Up to now, I am still willing to teach him this patiently.
…
Rong Zhouzhong woke up from sleep, and was horrified to find that he had disappeared when he was sleeping in the room next to him. He hurriedly got up and rushed to the hospital, and then even more horrified discovered that Shijin actually slept in Fei Yujing's ward.
"What did you do to Xiao Jin?" He stood in front of the escort bed, looking at Fei Yujing who was leaning on the hospital bed with fear and defensiveness, like a big bad wolf coveting Little Red Riding Hood.
Fei Yujing turned the document over a page, and said without looking up: "Be quiet, don't wake up Xiaojin."
Rong Zhouzhong glared at him, then turned lightly and looked at Shijin who was sleeping on the bed with messy hair. His expression became a little weird, and he sneaked out of his phone.
"The third child." Fei Yujing warned.
"Look at your file, workaholic!" Rong Zhouzhong took his warning back, brought up the camera of his phone, pointed it at Shijin's face, found the best angle of light, and slowly pressed the camera button.
Click.
Shijin was awakened by the action of the photo, and opened his eyes.
Rong Zhouzhong's movements became stiff, his hands slid, and his phone slammed into Shijin's face.
"Hmm!" Shi Jin's nose was smashed, and he immediately turned his head and covered his face with pain, his expression was painful.
Rong Zhouzhong was shocked and leaned in to look at him hurriedly, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Where did it happen? Don't hold your hand, let me see! If you have any nosebleeds, let me see."
Shi Jin rubbed his nose while inhaling, looked at Rong Zhouzhong, gritted his teeth and called out, "Brother San."
Rong Zhouzhong looked at his red nose, and couldn't hold back his mouth. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Xiao Jin, you... Well, are you okay?"
"Is it like I'm okay." Shijin's tone was gloomy, and suddenly he violently rushed to restrain him, grabbed his face and tugged, gritted his teeth and said, "You just smiled, didn't you, you saw you? I laughed, people who did something wrong still have a smile, let’s die!"
"No, I didn't..." Rong Zhouzhong struggled, raised his hand to hold his face and pushed him out, turned his head to hide from his hand, "Do not hit someone in the face, I want to make a film, Xiaojin, calm down!"
"I can't calm down!" Shijin pushed him onto the bed and touched his cell phone, "Candid cameraman, shoot me, you wait, I also want to shoot—"
Click, click, click, click.
The sound of taking pictures sounded, and the two people who were quarreling together were taken aback, turning their heads to look at the place where the sound of taking pictures came from.
Fei Yujing handed the phone to Shijin, and said, "Yes, I'll take it for you." After saying that, he tore Rong Zhouzhong from under Shijin's hand and threw it out, then leaned in and hugged Shijin, and said ,"Good morning."
Shijin was held in a daze.
Rong Zhouzhong's eyes widened, looking at Fei Yujing who was holding Shijin with his expression as if he saw the end of the world.
"Hmm... Good morning, brother." Shi Jin regained his senses, and responded to Fei Yujing's good morning greetings, feeling a little embarrassed inexplicably-Fei Yujing always felt a lot more cordial. But he quickly suppressed the embarrassment, tried to push him away if nothing happened, and asked, "How is the chest wound? Does it still hurt?"
"One more point." Fei Yujing replied, and raised his hand to touch his nose again, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Shi Jin shook his head, coughed and tried to calm himself down, and replied: "In fact, it doesn't hurt very much. The third brother's cell phone is lighter... Then what, I'll go wash and have breakfast together later."
"Well, go." Fei Yujing helped him adjust the collar of his pajamas and watched him go to the bathroom.
Shi Jin entered the bathroom, and didn't even look at him when he passed by Rong Zhouzhong, as if he had forgotten his existence.
Rong Zhouzhong couldn't believe it. He was dumbfounded. After the bathroom door was closed, he suddenly turned his head to look at Fei Yujing, rushed over and slapped his hand on his forehead, frowned and said, "You've got a ghost? There is such a disgusting smile on the face of this coffin. Oops, my hair is standing up. Who are you? You are not Fei Yujing! Definitely not!"
The corners of Fei Yujing's slightly raised mouth were flattened for a second, and he glanced at him lightly, threw away his hand, and said, "You are an eyesore, go back to filming."
Still a familiar formula!
Rong Zhouzhong immediately determined that he was not succumbed to the evil spirit, took back his hands and looked at him again, then looked back at the bathroom door, and said with his chest, "What have you done to Xiaojin, why the atmosphere has changed so much?"
"We had a friendly and in-depth conversation last night and learned about each other's thoughts." Fei Yujing leaned back on the bed and picked up the file again. "Xiao Jin said that he wanted me to care about him, so I decided to follow. he."
Rong Zhouzhong’s expression was distorted for an instant, and he rushed to him and grabbed his collar: "What did you say? Xiao Jin said he wanted you to care about him? Xiao Jin said? He thought? Are you sure this is? What Xiaojin told you, isn't you daydreaming yourself?"
Fei Yujing smiled and said, "I never daydream."
Rong Zhouzhong was suffering from a myocardial infarction when he laughed. He remembered Shijin's ignorance of him just now, and couldn't help cursing: "Did you deliberately draw Xiaojin's attention just now, you mean!"
"Thank you for giving me this despicable opportunity." Fei Yujing raised his hand and patted his shoulder, sincerely hateful, "You said something to Xiaojin yesterday, he suddenly took the initiative to take a big step towards me. I am very happy, thank you for helping me."
Rong Zhouzhong took a breath and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck: "... I want to kill you!"
"Thank you." Fei Yujing was still thanking.
Rong Zhouzhong really wanted to kill him. He moved his fingers and glanced back at the bathroom door. Finally, he took his hand back unwillingly, frowned and looked at Fei Yujing, scratching his hair a little irritably, and dragging it. He sat down and said, "Second brother, I hope you don’t think that Xiaojin’s initiative is a matter of course. He put down a lot, and gave up a lot before standing in front of us again. When he reconciled with me last year, there was a In an instant I almost thought he was crazy... Anyway, don't leave him behind."
The expression on Fei Yujing's face receded and asked, "Even you think I will leave Xiaojin again?"
"Otherwise, what else do you think? You participated in everything, but you were left alone, just like an NPC playing role-playing games with us." Rong Zhouzhong frowned, looked at him disgustingly, got up and walked over. Accompanying the bed, picking up his mobile phone, and swaying towards him, "I just hope that after Xiaojin, I can sleep as before, peaceful and sweet, without dreams, even if I have dreams, there is nothing in my dreams. We in the past."
Hearing this, Fei Yujing looked at the bed Shijin had slept in, remembered Shijin's apparently unsettled sleep in the middle of the night, and dropped his eyes.
…
After breakfast, Rong Zhouzhong said goodbye—he had been off work for too long, and he had to go back to film the scene.
Shi Jin drove him to the airport. Before getting off the bus, he carefully put on a mask and sunglasses.
"What are you doing?" Rong Zhouzhong raised his hand and pulled the sunglasses he had given him on the bridge of his nose, asking doubtfully.
Shi Jin was busy fixing his sunglasses again and explained: "Second brother is totally involved in the accident this time. Now those bad guys are very likely to be staring at me. We'd better be careful and don’t be discovered by others. Lest it hurts you again."
"I don't care about this." Rong Zhouzhong actually smiled when he heard the words, reached out his hand to take off the sunglasses from his face, and rubbed his head, "If those people dare to come, I will make all the front pages of online news The headlines are full of their photos and information, exposing them to people all over the world."
Shijin frowned and said, "Brother, I'm not joking, those people are very dangerous."
"I'm not kidding, I'm also very dangerous." Rong Zhouzhong raised his chin and suddenly became ass. "I have more than acting skills and influence. I can control things more than you think. That's a lot. Xiaojin, we are a family, so rely on me more."
Shi Jin was stunned: "What?"
"Your request to the second brother is also my request to you." Rong Zhouzhong squeezed his face and put on a serious tone, "I can not only quarrel with you, but also relieve your boredom. I also want to help you. , I can help you too."
"Three brothers..."
"Sit in the car." Rong Zhouzhong took the sunglasses he took off his face and put it on his face. He pushed the car door, stepped out of the car with his long legs, turned and supported the car door, and said to him. "I'm wearing the old one. I will buy a new one for you next time. I will contact you again." After closing the door, he turned around and walked towards the airport in a particularly cool and handsome posture.