cold.
Shu Jin floated in the water, looking up at the sky with dark clouds.
He swam for more than a dozen laps in a row before stopping. After his body that was swimming hot, calmed down, he felt that the water in the pool became bitingly cold.
After a while, a drop of water fell from the sky, he blinked, and another drop of water quickly fell into his eyelashes. Immediately afterwards, countless water droplets fell, hitting his forehead, cheeks, and the clear water of the pool.
It's raining.
There was no one around the pool, and Shu Jin was the only one who came to the open-air pool knowing that it was going to rain.
He swam slowly to the shore, pulled the handrails and climbed up, back to the bench where the things were placed. He wiped himself off with a towel, and when he put on the T-shirt, his foot accidentally caught the strap of his pocket, and he fell hard.
The fall was terrible. The non-slip floor tiles were attached to the side of the pool. The ground was uneven and very hard. Shu Jin's knees swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I'm so old, I don't feel embarrassed to cry no matter how much it hurts.
Shu Jin took a breath of cool air for a while, then picked up his things with red eyes, and limped into the hotel hall.
It was raining very densely, and the raindrops rustled against the plantain grass leaves.
Shu Jin stood in front of the elevator and endured the pain when he heard someone call his name.
"Shu Jin."
A low and slightly cold male voice.
When he pronounced his name, the ending was softer, in a familiar tone.
Shu Jin suddenly raised his head, stiffened for a second when he saw the person beside him, and then his mind went blank.
Sheng Xinghe in front of him was taller than Shu Jin's memory.
He was tall and straight, wearing only a shirt, his cuffs rolled up at will, revealing a solid forearm and a simple watch. On the clear face, the browbones, the straight bridge of the nose, and the straight bridge of the nose, every part is just right, even his gray right eye, which is cold and cloudy, without any vision, did not cause any discomfort.
At this time, Sheng Xinghe was looking at Shu Jin with his clear left eye, his eyes were very light, and he also had a calm and composed temperament that only high-ranking people had, which made Shu Jin feel very unfamiliar.
Shu Jin opened his mouth: "It's such a coincidence."
Sheng Xinghe: "Well."
The elevator is coming.
Sheng Xinghe was not alone, he was accompanied by a girl dressed as a secretary. They stepped into the elevator first, and the elevator was empty. Shu Jinyu wanted to wait for the next elevator, but felt it was too deliberate, so he stepped forward and walked in.
The girl in high heels was about to press the floor and asked politely, "Sir, which floor are you going to?"
Shu Jin said, "46, thank you."
"You're welcome."
The girl held the folder and pressed the button, and Shu Jin noticed that she also pressed a 52.
They lived at 52, and Shu Jin thought again, how could it be so coincidental.
Suddenly, he heard Sheng Xinghe ask, "What's wrong with the legs?"
Shu Jin turned back, Sheng Xinghe was standing behind him, the elevator that was still spacious suddenly became very narrow. He subconsciously retreated to the right, to the side that Sheng Xinghe could not see.
After being asked this, the severe pain in his knee that had been forgotten was instantly returned to the cage, and he replied, "Oh, I accidentally fell next to the swimming pool just now."
When he finished, he bit his lip.
Sheng Xinghe understood and remained silent.
People Sheng Xinghe didn't like talking to him before stood on his right.
Shu Jin wanted to speak ill of him on his right. Sheng Xinghe would turn around, look at him with black eyes and say, "I'm just blind, not deaf. How old are you?"
The girl interjected: "It seems quite serious, it's all swollen."
Shu Jin twitched the corners of his mouth, bit his head and said, "It's okay." Then he didn't speak any more.
The elevator became quiet.
Shu Jin's hair was dripping with water, and the thick black eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, so she couldn't see her emotions.
He still had a towel and pockets in his hands that were too late to pack. He didn't change his trousers at all after the fall, and was wearing a loose T-shirt. Fortunately, the swimming trunks are five points, only showing the fair and slender calves, and it is not too absurd to compare with the two people in formal suits.
So why not go swimming
He asked himself angrily again why he made the reunion so embarrassing.
The speed of elevators in high-end hotels is amazing.
This annoyance didn't last long, and a beep sounded in the elevator.
Shu Jin limped out of the elevator, thinking about whether to turn around and say goodbye, the elevator door was already closed, he only had time to glance at Sheng Xinghe, only to see the other party's eyelashes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe I was thinking about work.
After swiping the room card to enter the room, the moment the porch light came on, Shu Jin was frightened by himself in the mirror.
His lips ran white in the water because his eyes were red because he didn't cry after falling, and his hair was messed up, making him uglier than a ghost.
He staggered to the bed on the back side, and threw himself down on the soft mattress.
Looking at the blank ceiling, the injury to his knee jumped, but he was still thinking about Sheng Xinghe he had just seen.
From nineteen to twenty-four.
He hadn't seen Sheng Xinghe for almost five years.
Shu Jin couldn't tell how he felt right now, in short, he was very sad, and his mentality was a little broken.
After ten minutes, someone rang Shu Jin's doorbell.
Shu Jin dragged his knees to open the door, and the room attendant handed him a pocket: "Hello, this is your medicine."
In his pocket were cotton swabs, iodophors, and a bottle of traumatic medicine.
Shu Jin was stunned for a moment: "I didn't buy medicine."
The waiter said, "It was ordered by a gentleman surnamed Sheng to bring it to you."
Shu Jin went back to the bed and sat for a while, not knowing where a burst of courage came from.
Before the courage disappeared, he recklessly called the front desk and said straight to the point: "Hello, I want to ask Mr. Sheng Xing Hesheng's room number on the 52nd floor."
The front desk said politely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng's information is confidential. I need to pass it on to him and ask him for his opinion. Who are you?"
"Shu Jin." Shu Jin said, sniffling his nose to hold back his tears, then paused, "Tell him my name is Shu Jin."
After the call, Shu Jin was in a daze for a long time.
When the phone rang suddenly, he was so frightened that he lost all three souls and seven souls. He picked up the receiver and asked, "What did he say?"
"What do you say?"
It was Sheng Xinghe's voice.
Across the phone, the other party's voice seemed a little different from the one in the elevator just now.
Shu Jin wasn't sure if it was an illusion, his heart beat faster and he almost threw the receiver: "..."
Sheng Xinghe's tone did not fluctuate, and it sounded normal: "Have you got the medicine?"
Shu Jin responded and said, "Thank you."
Sheng Xinghe asked, "What's the matter with me?"
There was the sound of tapping on the keyboard on the phone, and Shu Jin could imagine Sheng Xinghe standing on the keyboard with his fingers flying while talking on the phone.
Must be working.
Shu Jin's Adam's apple rolled slightly and said softly, "I just want to thank you... Then I want to ask you how to use it. I'm a little bit clueless about rubbing it."
There was silence on the phone for ten seconds.
During this period, Shu Jin's face was burning hot, his palms were sweating, and even his toes began to curl up.
He couldn't help but cowardly closed his eyes, thinking about whether Sheng Xinghe would hang up his phone directly, or coldly tell him a common sense on the phone: There are instructions in the box of trauma medicine.
The process of waiting for an answer is like waiting for a sentencing.
The soft keyboard beating sounded again, and Sheng Xinghe said, "Wait for me for ten minutes."
Shu Jin spent ten long minutes.
After Sheng Xinghe appeared in his room, he still felt like he was dreaming.
Sheng Xinghe hasn't changed his clothes yet. He should have been really working just now. Shu Jin knew that he should be very busy. Being alone in a room, when Shu Jin turned sideways to let Sheng Xinghe enter the door, he smelled the faint masculine fragrance on Sheng Xinghe's body, mixed with the warmth of the human body, which made him a little lost.
Shu Jin closed the door and moved to sit on the sofa.
Sheng Xinghe has a superior height, and no matter how he wears it, he is always on a hanger. Shu Jin peeked at his back, only to see him glance at the room, and then asked, "Live for two?"
This is a twin room.
There are things on each of the two beds.
Shu Jin said, "Well, with my colleague."
After he finished speaking, he felt so dry, and added: "He went out to buy specialty products."
He thought that Sheng Xinghe would ask him why he didn't go, or why they came here, whether it was a trip or a business trip, but Sheng Xinghe didn't ask.
Sheng Xinghe turned around and looked at him condescendingly because of the angle: "Where is the medicine?"
Shu Jin pointed, "On the bedside table."
Sheng Xinghe took the medicine and walked straight towards him.
Shu Jin pursed his lips nervously, Sheng Xinghe sat down beside him and raised his calf naturally. Shu Jin suddenly stiffened, like an unconscious puppet. At such a close distance, he could clearly see Sheng Xinghe's sparse and long eyelashes, as well as Sheng Xinghe's gray pupils. Suddenly, he began to tremble, and his eyes began to become uncontrollably wet.
He was on the right side of Sheng Xinghe, Sheng Xinghe could not see him.
As if he was enchanted, he wanted to completely engrave Sheng Xinghe's current appearance in his mind.
Sheng Xinghe pinched his knees, first gently wiped his slightly broken wound with iodophor, and then applied the traumatic medicine to the palm of his hand to warm it.
Shu Jin trembled more and more.
Sheng Xinghe said "don't move" before applying the medicine, and he slowed down a little.
Sheng Xinghe applied the medicine and massaged with his strong fingers for a while.
He is quite patient and has moderate strength. Even if he helps, it is not a perfunctory matter, which instantly eases Shu Jin's pain a lot.
After pressing for about ten minutes, Sheng Xinghe stopped.
"Shu Jin, does it hurt?"
"… "
"You've been crying all the time."
"… "
Shu Jin's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see Sheng Xinghe's face.
He shed tears uselessly, and wrapped his arms around Sheng Xinghe's waist uselessly.
With this posture, Shu Jin buried his head in Sheng Xinghe's shoulder.