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During Jiyu, he only felt that his fingertips and palms were hot, which made him hardly dare to touch it, and some couldn't grasp it.
"During the rainy season," Song Qinglan sounded very hard, and couldn't help but tease, "You can't?"
During the rainy season: "Well."
Song Qinglan suddenly understood something.
He gently held the other party's fair hand, covered it on the back of the hand and wrapped it in person, and followed suit, his voice became hoarse: "That's it..."
… so.
During the monsoon season, there was no strength at all, and his arms were limp. If it weren't for Song Qinglan's driving, even his five fingers would be weak.
His heart was beating fast, faster than he had just finished, and the sound of his heart almost pierced his eardrums. The palm of his hand was so terrifying, he was lying on his back and wanted to have a look, but he still covered his eyes with his arms.
Because it was the first time that he was no better than Song Qinglan when he did this kind of thing.
less than three days together.
Is their progress too fast
like a dream.
When the monsoon rains came to an end, as soon as this thought popped into my mind, my arm was pulled away.
Song Qinglan lowered her head, her eyes heavy: "Do you remember?"
"Remember what?" Ji Yushi opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was also hoarse, not only the aftertaste left, but also the embarrassment at the moment.
Suddenly, with a heavy blow, Song Qinglan demonstrated by herself.
During the monsoon, there is an illusion that the palm of your hand is about to catch fire.
He understood immediately: "...No!"
Song Qinglan let go of his hand, but there was no sign of ending.
This time, during the monsoon rain, I could see clearly, and immediately the blood surged, and the whole person was burned from head to toe. Before he could move his face away, Song Qinglan grabbed him by the waist and hugged him.
"You will." Song Qinglan panted, brushing his sweaty forehead away. When the breath calmed down a little, he used the tip of his nose to rub against the tip of Ji Yu's nose, rubbed affectionately, and muttered, "How did I kiss you, hug you, where and which step, you can understand every detail. Remember it clearly and never forget it again, right?"
Every word Song Qinglan said was true.
At least, about the kiss they had in the training room, his memory would turn that part out from time to time, involuntarily.
Ji Yushi's face was red and his ears were red, but his tone was light: "Well, including sore hands."
"Then," Song Qinglan couldn't help laughing, kissing his chin, "Just help me a little while longer."
During the rainy season: “…Can I take a break?”
Song Qinglan begged him in a low voice: "The arrow is on the string, Xiao Ji, do your best."
Sitting on Song Qinglan's lap like this made Ji Yu feel a little uncomfortable.
The bathrobe that was spread out on him couldn't be crossed, covering everything, only his long legs and shoulders were exposed in the air, and his hands went down again: "... um."
…
"Consultant Ji, go wash your hands."
Song Qinglan kissed his ear, as if to coax him, and deliberately shouted seriously.
There was a mess everywhere, the bed was wrinkled, and there were messy clothes on the ground.
There was the sound of a cat scratching the door.
I don't know which "predecessor" was attracted by their fierce battle just now.
Ji Yushi lay on Song Qinglan's shoulder without any shame, and didn't want to move: "I want to change the sheets."
Song Qinglan: "You don't like your own too?"
Ji Yushi: "Well. And yours."
Song Qinglan laughed: "It doesn't mean that I dislike me too much."
He tore off the yukata during the monsoon season, and wiped it off during the monsoon rain, to make this clean-loving person feel a little better.
Then he said, "You go wash and I'll change the sheets."
During the rainy season, he not only washed his hands, but also gave himself a shower. When he looked in the mirror, he realized that there were marks on his body, which should be caused by Song Qinglan's failure to control the severity. The two had absolutely no experience, and obviously didn't make it to the end, but after the event they looked very seductive, as if they had done everything.
This level of mutual help is really nothing, and I thought it would happen more during the monsoon.
But what he had to admit was that Song Qinglan's restraint made this relationship perfect.
Everything is just right.
It was Xiao Hei who scratched the door.
It was the least timid one, and when it came out of the bathroom during the monsoon, it meowed like it was wronged.
When Ji Yuushi picked it up and licked it, he fed some snacks that Song Qinglan bought before returning to the room.
The smell in the room was strong.
Song Qinglan opened the window after changing the sheets, but after a while, there was still a faint smell.
Seeing him come in, Song Qinglan asked him to sit down, and then naturally took the towel and wiped his hair.
"How many years have you lived alone?" Song Qinglan asked.
Song Qinglan had already washed her hands in the sink, and found a new pair of beach shorts to wear during the monsoons—the same ones that she wore when she was seventeen when she went to the beach during the monsoons. Song Qinglan saw him wearing them when they were at the transfer station. It's not that there are no suitable clothes. The fatter Ji Min is, there are a few clothes here during the monsoon, but Song Qinglan is not willing to wear them.
Ji Yushi: "There are still two months and seven years away, and I moved out after graduating from high school."
The two had talked about the monsoon season before, but they were not deep enough.
At that time, Song Qinglan didn't have the position to ask more, but now that he has, he wants to know everything about Ji Yu.
There seem to be few friends during the monsoon, and family members are rarely mentioned.
Even in the house, there are only three cats that accompany him. Thinking of the other person's appearance only in Jiangcheng, Song Qinglan felt very uncomfortable, and felt distressed for Ji Yushi at that time.
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Hearing this answer, Song Qinglan stopped moving: "Why?"
He thought of a possibility and asked, "The adoptive family is not good for you? Or are you not comfortable with it?"
"None of them, they treat me very well." Ji Yushi grabbed his wrist and asked him to sit down, "I moved out because I had to carry my family behind my back and secretly prepare for the sky."
There is a red mark behind the ear during the monsoon.
He shouldn't have noticed it himself, but it was obvious from Song Qinglan's point of view. The cold person, fair skin, and fresh hickey made Song Qinglan's throat dry.
"Secretly prepare for the sky dome?"
Song Qinglan sat down and continued to brush his hair.
Ji Yushi said "um" and told him the whole story: "My teacher, that is, my adoptive father, and adoptive mother do not agree that I should be involved in a job related to \'time\', not even a university major. , and will not allow me to enter the sky. I moved out on the grounds that I wanted to be quiet, and deliberately applied for multiple majors at the same time, pretending that I was busy, but in fact I have been preparing for entering the sky. With Ji Minyue Give me cover and it will go well."
It seems that the monsoon is really a lie.
Except for Song Qinglan, I'm afraid that everyone is easily deceived by his appearance and thus deceived.
Song Qinglan frowned, "Why don't they want you to take part in work related to 'time'?"
It was quiet for a while during the rainy season.
Then he raised his head and said to Song Qinglan, "I suffered from cognitive dysfunction for a while when I was young."
Song Qinglan stopped moving completely.
In the monsoon season, he was not pessimistic, but told the facts like a bystander: "including learning disabilities, aphasia, agnosia, etc. I can't distinguish between memory and the present, which means that I can't tell which has happened, What didn't happen. Reality and memory were running side by side in my head, causing me to repeat behaviors, not recognizing familiar things, and not being able to understand people's speech."
"… how long?"
Song Qinglan's voice seemed to have been ground by grit.
"Don't worry, that's all in the past."
Ji Yushi grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, half-drooping his eyelashes, "About three years."
"The doctors at the Children's Management Office said that my situation was hopeless, and I might never be able to get out of the shadows. In addition, the abnormality of the caudate nucleus and frontal lobe occurred. I can't distinguish the current reality, but I can clearly remember that Everything that happened in the infancy. The teacher is a psychologist, and my father is a good friend. After adopting me, he quit his job and spent three years at home with my adoptive mother.”
So as long as I have experienced it, it makes no difference whether it has been experienced once or countless times. That is to say, like you, I have only experienced the process of restarting the task once.
—Song Qinglan suddenly remembered what Ji Yushi said to him in the bookstore.
Seemingly plain narrative, seemingly useless illness.
Some people even jokingly called it a superpower.
No one knows how much unknown torture is behind such a passage.
So Ji Yushi once said that without his teacher, he would not be where he is now.
Song Qinglan understood: "They oppose you entering the sky because they are afraid that you will repeat the same mistakes that you have made by engaging in work related to 'time'."
During the rainy season: "Yes."
Two hands clasped each other.
Song Qinglan couldn't help but ask, "So, has something similar happened to you for so long?"
Before they met, during the monsoon season, one person had performed 89 B-level missions, and at least 89 times had been traced back to history, and it was not ruled out that the unified mission was repeated many times before completing it.
Unlike the guardians, in order to minimize their presence in history, the recorders had no teammates and acted alone. If something went wrong during the monsoon season... Song Qinglan didn't dare to think about it.
"Occasional, but not serious," Ji Yushi said. "When we looped for the first time in the Ouroboros mission, I suspected that my brain was overloaded with memory."
Song Qinglan's expression froze.
At that time, outside the park management office, he also specifically asked to talk during the monsoon, and asked rather critically how his psychological endurance was during the monsoon.
The answer during the monsoon is - "not so good".
After he left, he was the last to arrive at the park management office during the monsoon season, his face was very pale, and he asked Song Qinglan to help unscrew the bottle cap.
Regardless of whether the combat effectiveness during the monsoon may not be able to unscrew the bottle cap, all of them had only one idea at the time, that the monsoon was so weak that the bottle cap could not be unscrewed.
The more she thought about it, the darker Song Qinglan's expression became, as if her heart had been ripped apart.
What he owed at that time was indeed his own.
"Your medicine." Song Qinglan quickly thought of something, "Your medicine is not just for clearing your mind and refreshing your mind. You are dependent on it, don't you?"
The default is during the rainy season.
The medicine box he carried with him was always inseparable from him.
Relying on these medicines, he can reduce the repetition of memory, reduce the dream state of recurring memory, and fall asleep smoothly.
But there are also many sequelae that follow. In addition to dependence, it also includes the influence of various negative emotions such as paleness, sudden weakness, and sudden despair.
Song Qinglan lowered her voice: "When I called you just now, you were about to take medicine."
When the rainy season, I was startled.
How did Song Qinglan know
However, he quickly remembered that Song Qinglan went to take a shower after tidying things up. She should have just happened to see the medicine bottle he placed on the countertop.
Song Qinglan got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and came back with the medicine bottle in her hand.
He asked, "Have you eaten tonight or haven't had time to eat?"
"It's not too late," said Ji Yushi.
Song Qinglan sat down on the edge of the bed again, causing the mattress to sag. By the way, he stretched out his hand and dragged Ji Yushi to him.
The big man shouldn't be so greasy and crooked, he is holding Ji Yushi like a baby.
Ji Yushi hugged Song Qinglan's neck and knelt awkwardly on his lap.
Seeing his serious expression, he lowered his head and kissed him: "What?"
Song Qinglan: "It seems that I was right to take your medicine."
I have a bad premonition during the monsoon: "… "
Sure enough, Song Qinglan said, "Let me keep this bottle of medicine first, and take it when you really need it. Let's not abuse it, and try to give up its dependence."
Ji Yushi wanted to fight for it: "I don't eat it every time, and I don't eat much in the Rubik's Cube."
Not to mention this is fine.
Just mentioning this, Song Qinglan's face became even more stinky.
In the Rubik's Cube, not only did he not listen to the dissuasion and forced his way through the barrier during the rainy season, causing him to find people from room to room, but after the task was over, he even ran away on his own initiative and did not plan to come back.
Under the influence of drugs, calm people will suddenly decide, with disastrous consequences.
"No." Song Qinglan said, "Consultant Ji, you now have a family member. In the future, the family member will have the final say."