Yin Guo immediately held his left hand: "Have a fever?"
Not hot, okay, okay.
My heart was stuffy, and I panicked: "Is it serious? Did you see a doctor? Or did you buy medicine yourself?"
Yin Guo pulled out his mobile phone: "Type it, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Lin Yiyang unlocked the phone according to what Yin Guo said, looked for the memo on the phone, and stopped again. He originally thought about being more serious and reserved, but the softness and warmth on the back of his hand made him dazed. never mind.
As soon as his right arm exerted strength, he hugged Yin Guo tightly with one arm in front of him.
Hold her head with your left hand and let her lean on your shoulder.
He lowered his head, next to her face and above her ears, and said in a hoarse voice: It's all right, really all right.
Almost completely lost his voice, he said these words, straight to the bottom of his heart. From buying a ticket to transferring to the subway, waiting for the train, and taking the train, six hours have passed. No, five days have passed.
I really wanted to see him, and I finally saw him.
The bridge of Yin Guo's nose hit his collarbone, and he hugged him so tightly that all he could smell was his body. Well, Lin Yiyang's taste. She remembered Zheng Yi saying that whether a man has self-cultivation depends on whether his body smells good the moment he takes off his clothes... through the coat, he can't smell it, at least it doesn't stink...
My mind is in a mess.
"You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me today, you didn't tell me two days ago." My heart ached so much.
He put his face against her forehead: okay, okay, stop talking.
It is purely tired, muscle aches, joint pains, loss of voice, and weakened immunity leading to something wrong with the whole body. The first two days were the worst, and I couldn't get up, but today it's much better.
I won’t go to New York this week because I’m sick, and I have to do things I’ve piled up to this day. Secondly, although it was caused by overwork, she was also really sick and uncomfortable, and her complexion was not good. I was afraid that it would affect her mood during the game.
I never thought that the silly girl would come as soon as she said she would, without even saying hello.
A girl who came a long way for him, or did something that seemed persevering, gave everything, and moved the whole world, had never happened or happened before, but he didn't care.
But she is different, Yin Guo is different, and it has been different from the very beginning.
His heart is the first to move, and he is also the first to chase. Today, she traveled hundreds of kilometers and came to see her before the big competition... But her voice is hoarse, what a big deal.
He patted her on the back: go.
He clearly said he was gone, but he still didn't let go, and he didn't move.
"Where are you going?" Her lips moved, she asked in a low voice, and then said quickly, "I ate on the train."
She has already figured out Lin Yiyang's problem, he likes to treat people to dinner too much, so she has to endorse immediately - not hungry.
He put his arms around her, turned on his phone, and typed a line in the memo: Have you booked a hotel
She shook her head.
He continued typing: Where do you want to live? take you there.
She didn't come here to experience the hotels in Washington.
"Don't be in a hurry," she said, "it's not the peak season, it should... be easy to book."
Lin Yiyang typed another line in front of her eyes: Want to stroll around the night scene
She rubbed her lower back and shook her head: "I can't walk around, my back hurts from sitting. Let's go to your house."
I want to know the trajectory of his life.
This is different from New York, where he has really lived for almost three years. Before she met Lin Yiyang, this was a city with many iconic buildings and museums for her, and she had planned to visit one by one when she had time.
But now, she has lost all interest in those, and wants to see the street and apartment where he lives, and even a tree in front of the apartment is more attractive to her than the White House.
"Inconvenient?" She found that Lin Yiyang didn't agree right away.
It's not inconvenient, it's just that there's nothing to do.
Yin Guo waited depressedly for a long time, but there was no reply, and lightly bumped his knee with his leg: "Speak."
He typed in the memo:
I was thinking, the bed is a mess.
Okay, what are you doing with the bed
"It's normal to be messy. A man's bed... the room is quite messy."
Although Lin Yiyang is a normal man, he will have unreasonable thoughts about the girl he likes, but what he just said was really not aimed at that aspect. He typed out another line and handed it to her eyes:
I don't want to do anything with you, just go and understand.
…
Very good, originally very simple, want to understand his life.
A successful transition is whether you want to do something there.
He was calm, put Yin Guo's cue bucket on his right shoulder, and led her away from Union Station.
On the way, Yin Guo took him and typed on his mobile phone carefully, learning about all the illness process. In order to reassure her, Lin Yiyang showed her the WeChat message he sent to his classmate, which contained a photo of the other party helping to buy medicine.
In addition to VC is throat. No fever, no cold, nothing serious.
The apartment Lin Yiyang rents is quite far from the school. The school is located in a wealthy area, and the rent is too high to afford it, even in the school dormitory. He rented an apartment with a classmate from a family with similar conditions in a remote place, bought a second-hand bicycle, and usually rode it to school.
He took Yin Guo into the apartment without turning on the light, Yin Guo took a step forward, hit a huge object with his knee, and screamed in pain. When the light was turned on, I saw a delivery box half the height of a person, placed by the door.
The light in the restaurant was out, and a white light shone from Lin Yiyang's phone.
She rubbed her knees and saw the box clearly in the light: "Your?"
Lin Yiyang shook his head, not yet when he left in the morning.
"Your roommate's? It's not fragile, right?" She worriedly searched for the label up and down, fearing that she would kick someone else's things and make Lin Yiyang a bad person. The label said wood splicing furniture, which is fine, not fragile .
The living room is so small that it can't be called a living room, it's just an open kitchen with a dining table.
One person can stand between the dining table and the sink.
There is also a distance between the dining table and the door of the apartment, so the express box is placed there, visually filling the aisle. On the left side of the restaurant is a long and narrow corridor with a bathroom, and further inside is a room.
Yin Guo looked to the right, a sliding door connected to the dining room, probably also a room.
"Which one is yours?" she asked softly.
Lin Yiyang pointed to the sliding door.
Yin Guo looked at the sliding door again. Such a door is basically not soundproof, right
Lin Yiyang pushed the express box aside, next to the dining table, so that the area near the gate would be clean. He pushed open the door, revealing the entirety of the room. Do you have ten square meters? most.
On the left side of the room is the bed, a wide double bed pulled out from the sofa, which occupies half of the space.
In the middle is a coffee table-style plastic table, and there are two plastic boxes under the table for sundries.
In the corner on the right side of the room, there are two windows, and there is a simple IKEA-style cabinet next to the window. The upper part is an open bookcase, and the lower part is a few cabinets. Yin Guo guessed that there are clothes in it.
The remaining space would be filled if she and Lin Yiyang stood side by side.
She finally understood that what he said "the bed was a mess" was because there were no chairs, no table, no place to put a sofa, no place for a small beanbag.
When guests come, you can only sit on the bed, or open the sliding door to let the guests sit at the dining table.
Lin Yiyang entered the door, turned on the light first, put Yin Guo's cue on the side of the cabinet, and began to tidy up the bed.
The bed was quite messy, with books and clothes.
He was sick and depressed two days ago, and he piled up until today.
He is still considering whether to change the sheets.
The room opposite the corridor was opened, and a sleeping buddy came out of it. He walked forward in a daze, and greeted Lin Yiyang. When he entered the bathroom, he realized that something was wrong. He backed out and looked at Yin Guo in surprise.
Yin Guo was frightened by the stare, and waved his hand in a friendly way: "Hi."
He stood there, his expression changing very richly, and finally he grinned suddenly, strode forward, stretched out his right hand excitedly, and wanted to shake hands with Yin Guo: "Lin's sister?"
…
Yin Guo shook her head, felt the other party's over-enthusiasm, and felt terrified.
The roommate smelled something wrong and became more excited: "Girlfriend, is that right? Girlfriend?"
He and Lin Yiyang have known each other for almost three years, the first time he saw a woman, alive, and was brought into this house by Lin Yiyang.
Lin Yiyang probably also disliked this guy for being too enthusiastic, hinting that Yin Guo was tired and wanted to rest, and closed the sliding door by the way.
Sure enough, there is no soundproofing.
His roommate has been trying to lower his voice to speak, but she heard it clearly, it's all about Lin Yiyang's past love affairs. From a certain classmate, heard a certain senior sister, heard a certain undergraduate classmate, heard... Suddenly there was no sound. Estimated to be blocked.
Yin Guo is sour, nothing looks right.
Hearing that there was no sound outside, he wanted to go to the bathroom, so he opened the door.
The scene that caught my eye was—
That buddy was opening the plastic locker standing in the corner, and took out colorful small paper bags of various colors and functions. The overly enthusiastic roommate thought that Lin Yiyang would not prepare this, and happily shared his personal belongings with him.
And Lin Yiyang was opening the orange cupboard at the top, and took out a storage box, with his back to his roommate and Yin Guo, he didn't see anything.
He heard the door open and looked back at Yin Guo.
The roommate has closed the drawer. In fact, according to his values, it's nothing, it's just scientific contraception, but he understands that oriental people are shy.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Yin Guo said to Lin Yiyang, her face flushed red.
Lin Yiyang was totally confused. Seeing Yin Guo go in, his roommate immediately opened the drawer again, grabbed a handful and put it on the dining table. By the way, silently, he pressed down one of the packs of purple ones with a finger, slid across most of the dining table, and stopped in front of Lin Yiyang.
The other party strongly recommended it with his eyes, this is good, girls like it.
Lin Yiyang put the plastic storage box on the dining table, and forced his voice to ask: What are you excited about
…
Yin Guo came out of the bathroom, and the living room was empty.
She walked forward quietly, and suddenly, she kicked the express box again, and it was the same place again... It must have been green. She took two limping steps and opened the door.
Lin Yiyang just changed the sheets.
She walked in and closed the door behind her backhand. It's a small enclosed space, with the door closed and the windows open, that's the only place where air flows...
Lin Yiyang pointed to the bed, meaning: I can only sit there and feel wronged.
Yin Guo sat down silently.
A lot of cold spots.
Lin Yiyang had no place to stay, leaning against the sliding door. The joints hurt, and he had to change his position after standing for a while, but seeing Yin Guo was so uncomfortable, he didn't think about sitting next to her.
"You're still sick..." She saw Lin Yiyang's discomfort, "It's comfortable to sit on."
She patted her side, the edge of the bed.
Lin Yiyang really couldn't bear to stand for a long time, so he went to sit beside her.
"I was in the room just now, and I heard you speak clearly. Is it not soundproof?" She asked softly.
He nods.
Not to mention standing in the restaurant, even across the corridor, he has heard live action movies in surround sound.
"Anyway, you can't talk, let's wechat?"
Lin Yiyang took her mobile phone and connected to wifi.
Side by side, legs next to legs, sitting by the bed and chatting on WeChat, this is really the only love experience in the whole world.
The curtains were half closed, and they were lifted and lifted by the night wind.
She smelled a faint fragrance in the room, burning candles. This is what Lin Yiyang went out to find just now. When Wu Wei came back, he brought a scented candle that he said was bought from an island, scented with coconut. He felt that he was still sick, and was afraid that the room would smell bad, so he opened the window, searched for this, and lit it.
Xiaoguo: The candle you bought
Lin: Wu Wei's.
Xiaoguo: I also said, why do you like this fragrance, especially...
He was about to put out the candle, and leaned up, but was pulled back by Yin Guo.
"I didn't say it smells bad, it's not like you use it."
Her hand tugged on his coat sleeve.
Lin Yiyang looked down and wanted to hold her hand before she withdrew it. Did not have time.
Through the wooden door, one could hear heavy metal music playing at the other end of the corridor, from the opposite room.
As if on purpose.
Yin Guo held the phone and concentrated on chatting.
Xiaoguo: You usually have to go to class, how do you go
Lin: Cycling.
Xiaoguo: Is it far
Lin: It's okay.
Xiaoguo::)
Xiaoguo: If you want to talk about something, I'm running out of things to talk about.
Lin: Stop chatting, tired of typing.
… no talking? Are you just sitting
Lin Yiyang next to him threw his cell phone on the coffee table, turned around, found the largest cushion at the foot of the bed and threw it on the head of the bed, he pointed to it, and said: Go there.
After finishing speaking, he said again: "Lie comfortably."
Lin Yiyang's eyes betrayed him, of course it wasn't just to let her rest.
Yin Guo gradually slowed down his breathing in his grinding, hoarse voice that has been silenced: "You can't even talk while lying down. Besides, your voice won't improve for a week, maybe even longer."
He smiles.
Who wants to talk to you