Chapter 21
◎Laugh at your stupidity◎
So much time had passed that Song Jinyu thought he had forgotten, but now, looking back, he could still remember it very clearly.
I remember the splendor of the sunset.
I also remember the depth of the night.
He suddenly became a little unhappy. "Yes, yes, yes... our relationship has never been good. It's really kind of you to still be willing to stay with me now. I'll leave as soon as we get back, okay?"
Xiao Ji rubbed his head.
He ran his fingertips through the tiny wrinkles on Song Jinyu's clothes, again and again.
Do you want to know why?
Song Jinyu slapped his hand away, crossed her arms, turned her back to the man, and looked like she didn't want to hear anything.
Xiao Ji chuckled, "Because I'm petty, I get jealous."
"I'm jealous that you're always surrounded by people, jealous that you have countless friends, jealous that you always have something new to attract attention..."
Song Jinyu froze, and couldn't help but turn around to look at him. "Xiao Ji... you're actually jealous of others?"
"I'm human too, why can't I be jealous?"
Song Jinyu uttered, "I feel like you've long since drifted away from humanity, but are very close to dogs."
Xiao Ji: "..."
He sighed softly, finished his coffee, and said, "Alright, go have fun."
But at this moment, Song Jinyu no longer wanted to play. He jumped onto the table and ran around Xiao Ji's hand twice, trying to get a clear look at the expression on his face.
"You're actually jealous of me? You're usually so cold and aloof. I thought you didn't like these lively things. You should have said so earlier, so I could have taken you with me when I go out..."
Xiao Ji lowered his eyes. "Song Jinyu, have you misunderstood something?"
Song Jinyu: "Hmm?"
"I'm not jealous of you, I'm jealous of them."
Song Jinyu was stunned.
He remained silent for a long time until Xiao Ji dragged him out of the study.
"Okay, I really need to get back to work."
Song Jinyu stood blankly at the door of the study. The wooden door stood in front of him, and even with his head tilted back, he could hardly see the top. A little light peeked out from the crack at the bottom of the door.
As night approached, Xiao Ji turned on the light.
Jiang Hui crouched down furtively beside him, "Brother Song?"
Song Jinyu suddenly snapped back to reality.
He turned to look at Jiang Hui and asked, "You've finished the game?"
Jiang Hui scratched his head, revealing a somewhat simple and honest smile, "Not yet... I'm waiting for you here..."
...
Song Jinyu sat on Jiang Hui's shoulders. His posture was so proper that he himself didn't even realize it. He wouldn't reach out to pull Jiang Hui's hair or wrinkle his clothes. He just sat there.
He looked down at Jiang Hui controlling the game console, watching the little figures inside climb mountains and cross rivers, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"I'm not jealous of you, I'm jealous of them."
"I'm jealous that you're always surrounded by people, jealous that you have countless friends, jealous that you always have something new to attract attention..."
You're jealous of those who are always around you, jealous of those who can become your friends, and jealous of the new things that attract your attention.
Song Jinyu rolled off Jiang Hui's shoulder in one go.
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Several days passed like this.
Song Jinyu felt like an ant being roasted on a hot pan, neither too hot nor too cold, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He really wanted to ask Xiao Ji what he meant by those words, but the other party acted as if nothing had happened, eating and sleeping as usual, as if what he heard that day was just an illusion.
Just as he was about to ask directly, Zhou Qingwen called.
The temperature has dropped sharply recently, so Xiao Ji put on a coat, while Song Jinyu was dressed in a stylish black leather jacket and a hat, which covered most of her slightly rough makeup.
The smell of disinfectant was still strong in the ward, and the place, which had been deserted for several days, welcomed new guests.
Zhou Qingwen looked troubled, but seeing Xiao Ji was like seeing a savior. "Xiao Ji, you've finally come..."
Xiao Ji stopped at the door and looked inside.
The young man stood in front of the hospital bed. The moment Xiao Ji looked over, he also looked at him. He had a very handsome face, and his eyes were red at the corners, as if he had been crying.
Zhou Qingwen whispered to him, "This person says he's Xingxing's friend. He's been here for several days. At first, he tried to persuade us to send Xingxing abroad for a checkup, but when he saw that we disagreed, his attitude became more and more aggressive. What should we do?"
Zhuo Fan frowned as he looked at Xiao Ji. "Aunt Zhou, what is this?"
Zhou Qingwen forced a smile, "He is Jin Yu's good friend. They grew up together. He has been the one taking care of things when Jin Yu got into trouble."
Song Jinyu quietly peeked out from Xiao Ji's coat pocket and paused when she saw Zhuo Fan's face.
Xiao Ji calmly pushed Song Jinyu back down and extended his hand to Zhuo Fan, "Hello, Xiao Ji."
Zhuo Fan also extended his hand, "Hello, Zhuo Fan, I've heard Jin Yu mention you, but according to him, your relationship doesn't seem to be very good."
"Is that so..." Xiao Ji said in a nonchalant tone, "He's just throwing a tantrum at me."
Song Jinyu pinched his waist and abdomen in the pocket of his coat.
Their eyes met, and they saw hostility in each other's eyes.
Zhuo Fan took a step back. "Song Jinyu has been in a coma for so many days, and we can't find anything wrong with him in China. Why not send him abroad? If you're short of money, I can pay for it. I have some connections and can contact famous doctors there. As long as you agree, I can arrange for someone to send him abroad immediately."
Xiao Ji asked him, "Mr. Zhuo, you have no relation to him, so why are you so concerned about him?"
Zhuo Fan glanced at Song Jinyu's face on the hospital bed. "Song Jinyu and I are friends. He has helped me a lot. He is a very good person. He shouldn't be lying in a hospital bed with his life hanging in the balance. No matter what, we have to try."
After a few days apart, Song Jinyu, lying in her hospital bed, had lost a lot of weight. Her skin had become paler in the dark hospital room, but the pallor had an unhealthy sheen.
Xiao Ji withdrew his gaze and touched the doll that was still kicking him in his pocket with his fingertips.
“I’ve tried everything you’ve mentioned. I’ve consulted experts both domestically and internationally, but nothing has worked. The doctor said that his brain was stimulated and he fell into a coma, but he might wake up on his own someday.”
“Yes, yes…” Zhou Qingwen chimed in, “We appreciate your kindness, but given Jin Yu’s condition, we can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, so let him stay in the hospital.”
Zhuo Fan still wanted to try, "Auntie..."
Zhou Qingwen said coldly, "Thank you, but this is our family matter. We, as parents, will take care of Jinyu's condition."
The man in the black suit knocked on the door and said to Zhuo Fan, "Young Master, Mr. Zhuo wants you to go home."
Xiao Ji stepped aside to let him out.
As Zhuo Fan reached the door, their eyes met.
Xiao Ji twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Zhou Qingwen went to eat, leaving only Xiao Ji and Song Jinyu in the ward.
Xiao Ji went to the bathroom to get hot water. He wet a towel, wrung it out, and folded it in his hand. He reached out and lifted the young man's somewhat long hair, revealing his thin eyebrows and eyes.
A warm towel fell on Song Jinyu's face, and the man sitting next to her breathed very softly.
Song Jinyu opened the pocket of his coat and looked at him quietly.
Perhaps not wanting him to see her increasingly gaunt face, Xiao Ji rarely came to the hospital when he was awake.
But he would always come. After Song Jinyu fell asleep, he would put the little boy in his pocket, and under the deep night sky, sit quietly by the hospital bed.
His movements were very skillful. After washing his face, he carefully wiped his body, so meticulously that he didn't even miss the spaces between his fingers.
After wiping her dry lips, Song Jinyu put the towel in the basin and used a cotton swab to moisten them little by little.
Xiao Ji's expression was very serious. He had done these things many times before, using his clean and slender hands to take care of Song Jinyu's increasingly withered body.
Song Jinyu, who was hiding in her pocket, couldn't help but turn her head away after watching for a while.
It's so strange. It's strange to see his changed body, and it's strange to see Xiao Ji taking care of him like this.
“Song Jinyu…”
Xiao Ji called his name, pinched his stiff hand with his fingers, and felt the body temperature under his fingers was colder than his own. He pressed and rubbed it with his fingertips, and then slipped his hand through his fingers.
Song Jinyu's eyelids twitched.
Xiao Ji's hands were longer than his, and even though he had been lying in bed for many days, they were still a bit whiter. His slender fingers slipped between Xiao Ji's fingers, and he clasped Xiao Ji's hands together, holding his hand in a gesture of interlocking fingers.
He watched Xiao Ji holding his hand from a third-person perspective.
The feeling was so strange. Even though their souls were not connected, Song Jinyu had the illusion that her hand was being held.
A tingling sensation traveled from my feet to my head.
Before he could say anything, Xiao Ji withdrew his hand. He seemed unaware of what he had done and said with some regret, "You've lost weight."
Song Jinyu: "..."
What are you regretting? Isn't it obvious?
He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't hold back any longer. "No, then why did you grab my hand? Did you ask for my permission before you grabbed it?"
Xiao Ji looked down and saw the doll struggling to pry open the edge of his coat pocket, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, making so much noise that it was about to open his coat pocket.
"Keep your voice down, what if we find out and send you to the research institute?"
He tucked Song Jinyu's hand back under the covers. "What, can't I hold your hand?"
Song Jinyu was furious. "Can I hold your hand?"
Xiao Ji said calmly, "You have so many friends, and you have such good relationships with them, I thought I could get close to you."
He then asked, "Or is it that others can pull it, but I can't?"
Song Jinyu: "..."
Xiao Ji looked down at him, "Who were the others? Could I pull that one just now?"
Song Jinyu felt as if Xiao Ji had been possessed.
"What are you saying? Can't you speak like a normal person?"
He said, "What does Guan Zhuofan have to do with this? I don't even know him."
“We’re not close…” Xiao Ji drawled, “If we’re not close, why would he come to the hospital to see you? And why would he send you abroad to have a specialist examine you?”
"How would I know?" Song Jinyu was also baffled. "I've only known him for a short time. Maybe he's just naive and rich."
Xiao Ji lowered his eyes and didn't speak. After a short while, Song Jinyu opened her mouth and confessed everything.
"He was a volunteer at our school before. He accidentally made a kid cry, and no matter what he did, he couldn't soothe him. In the end, I helped him. After that incident, he would come to see me all the time and even ask me to play ball. His ball skills were so bad that I don't even want to talk about them..."
"Anyway, I find him quite annoying."
Xiao Ji chuckled for no apparent reason.
Song Jinyu looked up sharply.
"why are you laughing?"
Xiao Ji said, "I'm laughing at your stupidity."
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