Chapter 949

Jiangbeize shivered for the first time.

It's not cold, it's fear, the fear of water from the bottom of my heart.

Jiangbeize was afraid of water since he was a child. When he was a child, jiangbeiyuan wanted to teach him how to swim. He cried and dared not go into the water. At last, jiangbeiyuan gave up. For jiangbeize, people do not necessarily know how to swim, just like some people can live without flying.

Song Nan tomb also knew that Jiangbei Ze was afraid of water, and those places near the sea never dared to go.

But now, the boy standing by the swimming pool, dressed in a thin black cotton padded jacket, with one hand in his pocket, looks at him like a stranger, without any pain or guilt at the bottom of his eyes.

Jiangbeize took a look at the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty, took back his eyes and turned to the bank.

Now the water in the pool is not deep. He stands straight and the water doesn't reach his waist. But jiangbeize is still scared to death, because he can feel that the depth of the pool is rising a little bit, and the chilling cold will spread to the heart.

At the moment when he was close to the shore, his wrist was suddenly pulled by someone, and he raised his eyes to the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty. The latter half crouched and stared at him.

"Jiangbeize, what do you mean in the end? Today, now, I've made it clear to you!"

"Are you sick? I'm tired. I'm going to sleep! "

Jiangbeize seldom scolded, at least never scolded the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty, this is the first time.

Song Nan's tomb pressed his shoulder and refused to let him come up. "Answer me! How do you want to live in the future, how do you want us to go, how do you want me to treat you, and what attitude you have towards me? Let me know today! "

"What else can I do? Break up. I'm tired of seeing your face now. " Don't open your eyes.

"Upset?"

The tomb in the south of Song Dynasty can't say what it's like in the heart. It's bitter to swallow.

The temperature of the open-air swimming pool is not low. The clear wind is all going down. Why is there still fierce wind rushing up, smashing his heart and devouring the tiny expectation in his heart.

"Hua La --"

Song Nan's tomb was suddenly released. Jiangbeize's center of gravity was not stable, and he fell straight back. "Plop" splashed a huge splash in the water. The boy was struggling in the water.

Standing on the Bank of the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty, standing at a high altitude, his eyes are even colder than before:

"do you know how I came here in this half month? Just like you are as like as two peas, you are afraid, afraid, disturbed, and struggling. You are afraid of the water level, just as I fear losing you.

“……”

Jiangbeize didn't know if he heard song nanmu's words, but he was struggling. From the point of view of song nanmu's, he saw his increasingly pale face and splashed water around him. He was waiting for jiangbeize to say help me, even if he called his name.

Or call him Nange, call him Shifu, say anything, a word

He waited for a long time, watched him for a long time, only his reflection was in his eyes, he was struggling, he was not struggling, it was a mud no one saw, only he was in prison.

At last -

jiangbeize is quiet.

The body sank completely.

Song Nan's tomb was so flustered that he called out his name and jumped down without taking off his clothes to get people out of the water.

"Ozawa, don't scare me Please, eh? "

Put jiangbeize on the ground, and the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty pressed his heart and lungs, listened to his heartbeat, and gave him artificial respiration.

Song Nan's tomb admitted that it was intentional to throw Jiangbei Ze into the swimming pool today. He was really angry. He had no sense and emotion. Knowing that he was afraid of water, he just wanted to see him give in and apologize to him.

When did he become so stubborn? Jiangbeize, who used to be coquettish with him, was such a soft boy, but now he didn't say a word, and his teeth were still tightly closed.

When did he become like this Still, he really never liked him. He was only moved because of guilt

"Ozawa..." Song Nan's tomb cried loudly. He could not lose jiangbeize.

"Cough."

he coughed up several mouthfuls of sea water. Jiangbeize woke up and felt the sticky, hot and humid liquid drop by drop on his cheek. It didn't look like water, but he didn't want to know what it was.

He didn't want to open his eyes. He was afraid that his heart would hurt and he would be sad. He would rush to the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and cry.

He is so tired, so tired

Jiangbeize had a dream. He dreamed of sunset, Orange Island head and two pure teenagers on the grassland.

He is wearing a white sweater, another young man is wearing a black one. The boy in black likes drinking coke, playing guitar and whistling. He sings very well and his voice is inlaid with a bit of dumb texture

"Whoever you fall in love with today, I won't face it calmly, even if I have to spend ten years with you, it doesn't matter..."

I haven't had such a beautiful dream for a long time.It's an old time that hasn't gone. It makes people immerse in it and don't want to wake up.

But when the picture turned, several people who couldn't see their faces clearly knelt on the ground and took his hand at his clothes, praying that he would let go of the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty.

He finally woke up.

I lay on my bed at home, dressed in clean pajamas, and looked around. There was no one around.

Last night's memory fragments came to mind, which gave Jiangbei zedun an illusion. He was thrown into the swimming pool by Song Nan's tomb and almost drowned because of his choking. Was that a dream?

"Wake up."

When the door of the bedroom opened, he walked into a man he knew very well. The man was carrying a bowl of hot porridge in his hand. He threw it on the table, then leaned over, reached out and covered his forehead naturally.

The river north Ze Leng.

Song Nan tomb's face is close, his eyes are very aggressive, "yesterday a fever, now back."

"Oh..."

"Have some porridge. I cooked it myself. The taste is not guaranteed."

"No, I'm not hungry..."

Song Nan's tomb sneers, "every night I run to my dream, you don't have time to eat."

“……”

Did not expect that he would suddenly open a joke, Jiangbei Ze drooping eyes, mouth corners but a bend, a very shallow arc, his long eyelashes are followed by a layer of golden light and shadow.

See him smile, song South grave also followed to hook the corner of the mouth, carry the bowl on the table, order Jiangbei Ze to open his mouth.

Jiangbeize is a little restrained. "I'll come myself."

"Whet whet. Open your mouth. "

“……”

After opening his mouth, his throat was sore. He felt sick. When he went home yesterday, he felt like he had a cold, dizzy and distended. Later in the night, he was thrown into the swimming pool by Song Nan's tomb. It's strange that he didn't have a fever.

Song Nan's tomb didn't speak. He was fed porridge one at a time. Jiang Beize ate with him. They were speechless.

After a bowl of porridge was fed, Song Nan's tomb wiped the corners of his mouth for him. That's why he asked about the taste of porridge.

Jiangbeize thought it was funny, "I've finished drinking. Now it's meaningful to ask."

"Meaningful, very meaningful."

"Then It's not bad. "

Song Nan's tomb hung down his head, his forehead against his forehead, Jiangbei Ze Dynasty after hiding, he was holding the back of the head spoon.

"I'll see if you have a fever."

"You just tried."

"Try more, try different ways."

He has been looking into his eyes, such a gesture, he is not allowed to avoid dodging, can only look at him.

The best organ for emotional communication between people is the eye.

There are a lot of emotions that can be expressed in your eyes. What you want to express, what you don't want to express.

Song Nan's tomb saw through the sadness and pain in Jiangbei Ze's eyes. He didn't know what he was hurting. It seems that he didn't do anything wrong. It was this guy who was making trouble all the time and ignored him.

"Is it bothering to see my face now?" Song South tomb asked, his strong breath spray in Jiangbei Ze face.

Jiangbeize is silent. Recently, he is good at using silence to cover up his emotions.

Song Nan's tomb continued to stare at him: "say bother, I disappear now, disappear immediately, OK?"

"I......"

Trouble is such a word, so stuck in the throat, dead or alive.

If jiangbeize didn't look into the eyes of the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty, he could say it. But now the man deliberately told him to tell the truth. He used the force of the palm of his back brain to forbid him to dodge.

Jiangbeize didn't say anything at last

That annoying word rolled round and round his throat. It was as hot as a soldering iron. It burned his throat, but his mouth couldn't open.

He confessed, he was such a man, so he was incurable.

Before he answered, for the first time, Song Nan's tomb was full of grinning and grinning, which made jiangbeize shake his mind.

It seems that I haven't seen him laugh like this for a long time.

"Come on, don't make trouble with my brother. We are the same year old. You can't tell which time I didn't let you go. I don't know how much I hurt you. There are many wild flowers and weeds in line outside to let my brother pet."

Finally, he let go of jiangbeize and touched his soft skull.

It's addictive.

Jiang Beize's hair is soft, dark and dense. Song nanmu especially likes to scratch his head. It feels like touching a little milk dog. But this little milk dog is just his own little milk dog.

Jiangbeize coughed twice and lay down, "I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."

"When you are ill, you will naturally doze off. In the afternoon, take you out for two laps and sweat."

"No."

Jiangbeize doesn't like sports. He likes houses.

Song Nan's tomb was not stubborn with him, but touched his head again. "I'll dry the wet clothes for you last night. You'll sleep.""You're a long winded man, knowing your son."

Son?!!

The tone of Song Nan's tomb came up. Good guy, I don't know who his father is, right? I want to punch him twice and let him have two big bags on the forehead, but I can't bear to see him so weak.

"Cheng Bai, my father."

He finished and went out.

Jiangbeize did not expect that the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty had no bottom line this time.

That "Pro dad" still reverberated in his ear. He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. Soon he couldn't laugh. His eyes were aching.

There is not much sweetness.

Before the tomb in the south of Song Dynasty, I bought two sets of sportswear, the same type in black, l for myself and m for jiangbeize.

The sun sets in the afternoon. There are not many people in the park. It's suitable for running.

Jiangbeize was reluctant to run. He was dragged from the bed by the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and changed into the same clothes as him. Then they ran around the park like fools.

Running to the third circle, jiangbeize didn't want to run. He looked at the tomb beside Songnan and wanted to tell him that he was tired.

But he saw that there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, dripping down his chin line. He ran with headphones, but the pace was slow. The setting sun fell on his broad shoulder, adding a bit of tenderness.

Jiangbeize found that from just now on, Song Nan tomb has been running very slowly and at the same speed as him. Thinking of his 186 height, he was still from the Ministry of physical education before the school, and it's not enough to throw him two blocks if you are serious.

Although Song Nan's tomb was wearing earphones, he kept watching jiangbeize from the corner of his eyes. He took off the earphones and looked at it.

"What's the matter? What do you think of staring at my face?"

"Cough," jiangbeize coughed twice, "it's nothing, let's go home --"

these words haven't been said yet. Jiangbeize swallowed his saliva, and the rest went back together.

I didn't expect to meet song Yikai here.

Song Yikai now pays great attention to health preservation. After work, he will come to the park to take a quick walk and exercise.

Now, they run together in the same sportswear.

"Brother."

Song Nan's tomb stopped. He took a look at jiangbeize. His eyes were very down, and his tone was clear and straightforward:

"ah, this is my elder brother, Song Dynasty. Do you still recognize it?"

"Son of a bitch, I'm not seventy-eight!"

Song Yikai wants to swing the South Tomb of Song Dynasty. His younger brother is too tall. He can't reach it, so he has to give up.

Looking at jiangbeize, he secretly gave him a meaningful look. Jiangbeize just said hello to song Yikai, and didn't know if he realized the meaning of song Yikai.

"Nothing. Let's go first. I won't go back tonight."

Song Yikai frowned when he finished talking about the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty.

"Where do you live if you don't go back? How can you afford a hotel now? "

"Live in his house."

He knows who he is.

Jiang Beize sighed to himself. Heaven is sincere to oppose him. He can't be happy all day. "Go home, or assistant song will worry about you."

"You are ill. Who will take care of you when I leave?"

"Son of a bitch, someone else's Jiang family is so rich. Some of them are taken care of by private doctors. What's more, they have to worry about because you eat salty radishes instead?"

Song Yikai stood on tiptoe and picked up the ear of Song Nan's tomb, and directly dragged him away.

Song Nan's tomb screamed and was dragged away by song Yikai. He was still winking at jiangbeize and asked him to leave a door for him at night!

Jiang Beize pretends to be invisible and turns away.

Facing the wind, he scattered the bangs in front of his forehead.

The wind suddenly grew a lot

……

Song Nan's tomb was dragged to a restaurant by song Yikai.

Someone called Song Nan's tomb.

Looking at the past, I saw the person waving at him. Song Nan's tomb wanted to spit blood.

"Song Yikai, your special son!"

"I'll settle with you in the evening. Now you're going to have dinner with someone else. They will go abroad to hold a painting exhibition tomorrow. They won't come back for some time."

"I don't like her! Can you leave my business alone? "

"Boys can't be stingy, of course, you have to pay for this meal," Song Yikai said to himself, and then stuffed 300 yuan into Song Nan's tomb pocket and left.

Song Nan's tomb passed by and felt that it was necessary to clarify with Song Dynasty again:

"I really don't like you. I don't feel for you. Can you explain it to my brother?"

"I feel that it can be cultivated in the future. If I want to stay with you forever, how can I care about one day and one night?"

Wen Yan, Song Nan tomb made a vomit movement, he is not used to this literary tone.

"In fact, I envy you very much."

"What?"

"I admire you for being brave in the torrent and keeping your original intention unchanged. I admire you for being brave in love and hatred. I've been in the pursuit of owning it and being able to put it back. I like it.""Wait a minute, can you put it in and put it in? Which eye of yours can see me put and put? "

"I -"

"the moment I let go, I will never be able to get back."

the tomb of Southern Song interrupted Song Dynasty, and there was no wave or wind in my eyes, "so I will not let go. Can you understand that? As long as you are not a fool, you can understand. "

"Ha ha, then I just like you. What can you do with me? In your brother's eyes, I am the most suitable person for you."

"It's my life, not his life. It's useless to put those worldly things here."

and then he left without paying.

Song Dynasty took a deep breath. It seems that she didn't do enough.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a numbe