Chapter 19
Looking at the fan blades that kept spinning without a clear afterimage and making a small noise, Song Yanzhou was silent for a while, then turned to Ye Mu and said:
"I'm not hot."
She was obviously running towards the fan because she was too hot, but at this moment she turned the fan towards him. He found it a little funny that she was too hot to take care of herself, yet still cared about his situation.
But my heart suddenly felt warm.
He turned down the fan, turned it back and said, "Don't pull the clothes. Fortunately, we are at home now, and there is no one else..."
There was no one else but him, and he believed that he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
Song Yanzhou's words were interrupted here, and he quickly changed the subject: "I'll put the fan in your room this afternoon, but it can't be on all the time. I'll ask my sister-in-law to come and see you. Got it?"
"It's the sister-in-law who just came to bring you food. She's a very nice person. If you want, you can talk to her more."
Ye Mu was silent for a while, then nodded. She wanted to follow the step given by Song Yanzhou and step out of the framework of autism.
Song Yanzhou was very happy that she nodded, and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub her head and said:
"Be good, everything will be fine. Ye Mu."
Feeling his head being rubbed by a big hand, Ye Mu subconsciously lowered his head slightly and heard his words coaxing a child again.
She felt a little strange. Could it be that Song Yanzhou treated her as a pet or a child?
Ye Mu didn't want to be considered a childish cub, and she was also very unhappy about Song Yanzhou's behavior of rubbing her head all the time. In the past, when she saw cute cats or cubs, she would also like to touch their heads to make them behave.
Song Yanzhou's behavior really made her feel like she had seen it before.
She immediately took off his military cap in a flash while Song Yanzhou was still holding his hand back, wanting to rub his head like he did, but as soon as her evil hand was extended, it was caught by Song Yanzhou.
Song Yanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his phoenix eyes. He didn't expect that she would do such a thing. Seeing her tightly pursed lips, it seemed that she was angry. Was she deliberately "retaliating" against him like this?
His hair is very short, and a buzz cut is not something that most people can pull off, but Song Yanzhou can. Looking at him, Ye Mu suddenly thought of those sanctimonious monks in some interstellar movies and TV dramas, who have a cold face, talk a lot about the great principles of the world, but have evil hearts.
Judging from his looks alone, he is very suitable for those roles.
At this time, Song Yanzhou had already taken back his military cap and put it on again.
"Don't make trouble." He let go of her hand with a smile. Ye Mu pursed her lips and turned away with a cold face to enjoy the breeze. Song Yanzhou looked at her and felt that she seemed to be getting naughty. He wanted to reach out and rub her head again.
It seemed that this could make her more obedient, and he inexplicably liked the soft touch of her hair, which was different from his own prickly short hair.
But if she does it again, she'll probably be angry for the whole afternoon.
Song Yanzhou suppressed the smile in his heart, stood up and left to take a cold shower to cool down completely. When he came out, he saw Ye Mu sitting in front of the fan, his little head nodding, as if he was sleepy, with his eyes half-closed.
"Ye Mu." Song Yanzhou called her. Ye Mu raised her head dazedly and looked at him. She hummed softly, with a nasal sound, "Hmm?"
His voice was filled with endless sleepiness, and Song Yanzhou couldn't help but lower his voice a little, saying, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep."
When she got up in the morning, she looked like she was still sleepy. It would be nice if she took a nap. Even he had a lunch break. Although Ye Mu didn't train, judging from her schedule, she might need a nap more than him.
Ye Mu nodded. She didn’t know how she ended up sitting in front of the fan. With the breeze blowing, she gradually felt sleepy.
She didn't notice when she fell asleep, it was just that the posture was too tiring.
If Song Yanzhou hadn't come out early, her next thought would be to lie down, and she would probably fall down and fall asleep on the ground.
Ye Mu glanced at the fan reluctantly, and Song Yanzhou said, "I'll take the fan to your room."
Only then was she satisfied, and she stood up quickly. However, because she was sitting too low and stood up too suddenly, her vision went dark, her brain felt dizzy, and her body swayed.
Ye Mu thought something was wrong and tried to squat down again to prevent herself from falling and getting hurt, but before she could move, she was caught in someone's arms.
Song Yanzhou held her waist tightly with one hand. Her slender waist made him frown slightly. She was too thin. He even had the illusion that if he used too much force, he might break her waist.
Ye Mu leaned his whole body against his chest. He could faintly hear his strong heartbeat inside his chest and feel the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing.
"Can you stand firmly?"
After waiting for a while, the darkness in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, and the dizziness gradually faded away. Song Yanzhou's slightly cold voice came to his ears, just like the cold air that had not dissipated from his body after taking a cold shower.
Ye Mu half-lay on his chest and moved his feet. A tingling sensation came up. He could definitely walk, but it would definitely be very painful.
"My feet...are numb..."
After thinking about it, Ye Mu said honestly.
Song Yanzhou glanced at the short stool, pondered for a moment, then bent down and picked her up:
"Don't sit on that stool anymore. It's too low."
Those were brought by his comrades-in-arms when they came to chat with him occasionally. It was fine for them to sit down, just bend their legs, but Ye Mu was weak to begin with, and after sitting for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be unable to stand steadily when he stood up, just like he did just now.
Ye Mu leaned in his arms, his chest was broad and strong, and the arms that held her were extremely powerful, not inferior to the arms of a robot at all.
He was very steady, and even his breathing didn't change at all as he carried her into the bedroom.
Song Yanzhou bent down and put Ye Mu on the bed. Ye Mu looked up at him. The distance between them was infinitely shortened when he bent down. The moment Song Yanzhou let go of her hand, he subconsciously looked up and looked into her black and white eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, Ye Mu blinked, and he saw her long eyelashes, like a soft little brush, brushing something in the blink of an eye. He didn't even notice the slightest ripple in his heart, and the itchiness was fleeting.
"Go to sleep. I'll go get the fan."
Song Yanzhou quickly stood up and said, then turned around and left. Ye Mu took off his shoes and lay on the bed, putting the soft pillow aside. It was really painful to rest your head on it, it was so hot...
Might as well not use a pillow.
When Song Yanzhou came in, Ye Mu turned sideways with half his eyes closed. When he saw his figure, he immediately picked up the letter on the bedside and handed it to him.
Song Yanzhou took it, placed the fan a little further away, plugged it in and turned it on:
"Is this a letter you wrote?"
After Song Yanzhou finished doing all this, he lowered his eyes to look at the letter in his hand. Ye Mu did not reply and had already closed his eyes. Even the heat in summer made people feel sleepy.
Stuffy and poorly ventilated air usually makes people feel bored and tired.
Song Yanzhou was immediately attracted by the handwriting on the envelope, but it was not that Ye Mu's handwriting could be compared with that of a great calligrapher.
But her handwriting is so unique.
It is neither the graceful small regular script nor the square and neat regular script.
Rather... it's a very ordinary font that looks a bit weird.
Every stroke can be clearly distinguished.
But it feels very mechanical.
Her characters do not seem to be composed of horizontal, vertical, left-falling, right-falling strokes, hooks, dots, and curves, but rather of line segments of different forms.
He could see several pairs of completely parallel lines in one word.
The recipient written on it was Ye Wansheng, but the word "晚" in the middle looked weird no matter how he looked at it. He almost didn't recognize it.
A very mechanical way of writing. Where did she learn this?
Song Yanzhou didn't know how to describe how he felt when he saw her letter. After reading the address on it, he felt a little amused.
Her handwriting looks like words when viewed individually, but if you look closely and break down each word into its parts, it actually looks a bit like the corners of a pattern on a rigorous drawing, or intersecting line segments. The horizontal, vertical, left, and right strokes between characters are absolutely parallel or on the same straight line.
He knew the address above. He figured it out after he got to know her information. It was the place where Ye Wansheng, or the Ye family, was sent down.
What is the situation in that place? The Ye family and the Song family are helping to investigate and see if they can do anything to help the Ye family.
But the place was too remote, and Song Yanzhou estimated that it would be difficult. The more remote the place was, the more chaotic it would be. He had encountered those backward villages during his missions before. Not only were their cultures backward, but their management was also so backward.
The people above may not even be able to control them.
I hope the team the Ye family is in is not like that.
Otherwise, there is not much the Ye family and the Song family in Sijiu City can do to help, and a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.
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