Chapter 27
◎Thinking about this winter, I also think about the next spring◎
The rain intensified.
Water falls on treetops, on rooftops, and splashes on windowsills, making a dripping sound.
A man's soft sigh drifted through the air, sounding both pitiful and tinged with pleasure.
Xiao Ji said, "I would like to say that it's a pity that so many people surround someone, and I'm just one of them. I don't dare to gamble."
The price of losing Song Jinyu is too high for him to bear.
Song Jinyu was still sitting in Xiao Ji's palm, her fingers supporting his back, her fingertips gently forming a net, holding him in her palm.
He said weakly, "You're different from everyone else."
If someone else had treated him that way, he would never speak a word to that person again in his life.
Xiao Ji smiled.
His smile was always very faint; the slight curve at the corner of his eyebrow was enough to make Song Jinyu unable to look away.
"Didn't you say it was strange that there were two men?"
Song Jinyu said dryly, "It was already strange, how could there be two men? It's just weird..."
But Xiao Ji was different from the others. (7 Linjiu Temple 6 Shan's Wife Three Orders)
Xiao Ji suddenly lowered his head, his cool lips landing on the face that was a replica of Song Jinyu's. "Then how about this? Will you hate it?"
The doll felt almost nothing; the kiss on his face was as light as air. But Song Jinyu felt as if he had been punched into a thick cloud, sinking deeper and deeper until he could hardly breathe.
Xiao Ji touched his unusually stiff body. "Then it seems you don't dislike it."
After stammering for a while, Song Jinyu kicked his hand, "Who told you to kiss me? You've done so many awful things, how dare you kiss me?"
"I'm sorry," Xiao Ji readily agreed.
He paused for a moment, then added, "If you're still angry, you can kiss me back. I won't be angry. You can kiss me anywhere."
Song Jinyu wondered, does he look like a fool?
He pouted, "So you moved out during high school and deliberately acted coldly towards me on purpose?"
"Half of it is."
Xiao Ji said, "I agreed to move out half the time, but my mother forced me to. She realized I liked you."
Hearing those three words suddenly come from his mouth, Song Jinyu's eyes widened slightly. He suppressed his wildly beating heart, "She...she doesn't agree?"
That makes sense. Given the Xiao family's background, how could they possibly allow their son to be with a man?
Xiao Ji straightened his crumpled clothes. "She thought I was the one who kidnapped you, that my family had wronged you, and forcibly took me away."
"They all like you very much, but I'm not good enough for them."
Song Jinyu was stunned.
Xiao Ji added, "Originally, I moved out to keep some distance from you, hoping that separation would help you understand some things. But after all these years, Song Xingxing still hasn't figured it out at all."
"Sometimes I wonder, do you not want to break up with me because you like me, or because you can't accept the sudden change of habits you've had since childhood?"
To Song Jinyu, he was like air. People die without air, but no one falls in love with air.
Song Jinyu said, "Does it matter?"
Xiao Ji paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Yes, it doesn't matter."
Whether they like each other or not, whether they love each other or not, is no longer important. They are like two congenitally disabled plants intertwined, their hands and feet tied together, they have grown into one, and neither of them can live without the other.
They are a match made in heaven.
But Song Jinyu was still furious. "You can't just let this go like this, since you've been luring me into this."
Xiao Ji looked down at him. "So what are you going to do? Song Xingxing, why don't you try to hook me?"
Song Xingxing felt that some people's skin was as thick as a city wall.
...
After filming for more than ten days straight, the crew was given a day off.
Xiao Ji took Song Jinyu to the hospital.
With the recent drop in temperature, Zhou Qingwen knitted several sweaters, intending to deliver them to Xiao Ji's house, but Xiao Ji's visit to the hospital saved her the trouble of delivering them.
The door to the private ward was tightly closed. After making sure no one could see, Zhou Qingwen picked up her son and exclaimed, "Oh my! Who made this? His little face looks so much like his!"
She reached out and poked her, but Song Jinyu slapped her hand away. "Mom, can you please stop touching me like that?"
"You little brat, my mother takes care of you at the hospital every day. What's wrong with me laying a hand on you? Besides, aren't dolls just for playing with?"
Song Jinyu: "..."
Zhou Qingwen took out a bag from the closet. "These are some small clothes I made recently. Now that it's getting colder, I guess I won't be able to wear my old clothes anymore."
Song Jinyu tilted her head and saw a bag of colorful yarn.
He said, "The baby has no sense of touch, I can't feel the cold, so there's no need to change it."
There's a kind of coldness that only your mom feels when you feel cold. Song Jinyu's resistance failed, and she was forced onto the bed by Zhou Qingwen to change her clothes.
He was dressed in a light pink pullover sweater by Zhou Qingwen with a sorrowful expression.
The sweater was very cute, with a little daisy crocheted on the front. Song Jinyu grabbed the daisy and tried to take the sweater off, shouting, "I'm a boy! A boy! A boy!"
Zhou Qingwen said, "Dolls don't distinguish between boys and girls."
Song Jinyu cast a pleading look at Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji was taking pictures with his phone.
"..."
They're hopeless, these people are hopeless.
Zhou Qingwen stuffed the colorful bag into Xiao Ji's hands, saying, "Take this back for him to wear. Song Jinrou has a parent-teacher meeting today, and Lao Song has to go to class, so I'll have to trouble you to look after him at the hospital. Aunt Zhou will make you something delicious tomorrow."
After seeing her off, Xiao Ji would routinely fill a basin with water and wipe Song Jinyu's body.
Song Jinyu sat on his shoulders.
When she first fell into a coma, it was only late summer, but now it's already late autumn in the blink of an eye, and the chill of winter is getting closer and closer, while Song Jinyu's body is becoming more and more withered.
His cheeks were thin, his healthy skin had turned pale from the sun, and his hospital gown hung loosely on his body.
Even Song Jinyu herself thought it looked ugly.
But Xiao Ji liked it very much. He touched Song Jinyu's hand and pinched his waist through his clothes, saying, "You've lost weight."
Song Jinyu said, "Hey! I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment."
Xiao Ji found two clips from somewhere and used them to fasten Song Jinyu's long hair, revealing his eyebrows and eyes.
"There's no one in the ward. If I kissed you, wouldn't you explode?"
Song Jinyu reached out and grabbed his hair. "You dare?"
Xiao Ji wrung out the towel and wiped his face first. "I dare, but not now."
He said, "Song Xingxing, when will you wake up?"
Song Xingxing didn't know either. He let go and leaned his whole body against Xiao Ji's neck, saying, "It'll be soon, right?"
After wiping his face, Xiao Ji washed a towel and then wiped Song Jinyu's hands. After wiping her hands, he reached out and lifted her clothes, his palm resting on her abdomen through the towel.
Xiao Ji held up his hand in front of Song Jinyu and said, "I always thought I could wrap my arm around your waist with one hand, and now it seems that's true."
His fingers have been long since he was a child. Song Jinyu's waist wasn't that slender, but some people's hands are just as long. The tip of his middle finger rested on his waist, and his thumb was just right on the other side. His palm was pressed against his soft abdomen, and his breath rose and fell in his slender curves.
Looking at the scene, Song Jinyu felt a surge of heat on his face. He tugged at Xiao Ji's hair hard and said, "What are you doing? If you keep doing this, I'll tell my mom."
Xiao Ji withdrew his thumb, rubbing it against the warm skin. "What did you say? That I molested you in the hospital room?"
Song Jinyu found it hard to believe that he could say such things with such a cold expression.
Xiao Ji folded a towel and dried his body. "Can something that's consensual be called indecent assault? Or is it that you didn't want to?"
Song Jinyu said, "Which eye of yours saw that I was willing?"
"The eye in your heart."
"Pah!"
The warm autumn sun cast long shadows, and Song Jinyu suddenly longed to return to her own body.
He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to hug Xiao Ji.
Then came the continuous rainy days. Song Jinyu was forced to wear a sweater and a white wig, and was made to sit on Xiao Ji's shoulders in a very obedient posture.
Today we're filming the main scenes for the male and female leads, so the whole crew is very busy.
Song Jinyu also wanted to join in the fun, so she pretended to be an unconscious doll, sitting in the small basket that Xiao Ji had placed in the car, with a soft cushion underneath, on the chair next to him.
Xiao Ji loves coffee. He almost never stops having coffee in his hand when he arrives on set. He doesn't add anything to his coffee, and he always has a bitter smell about him.
The doll stayed in the basket for a while before landing on the man's shoulder.
Song Jinyu glanced to the side.
Xiao Ji was dressed in all black, wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, half of his aloof face hidden under the cap, with his exposed chin revealing a sharp edge.
He held the steaming coffee in his hand, the steam rising and reaching Song Jinyu's eyes, blurring Xiao Ji's face.
When no one was paying attention, he moved to the right, pressing his face against the man's long neck, watching his Adam's apple bob, the corners of his mouth turn up, and silently utter three words.
Song Xingxing.
Song Xingxing felt inexplicably shy.
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Xiao Ji bought a sewing machine, and through his dedicated study, he became quite proficient in making small garments.
Pingjiang is located near the south, so it rarely snows in winter, but it does rain, and the damp air always makes people feel bone-chillingly cold.
Xiao Ji's house had underfloor heating on, so the outside temperature didn't affect the inside. But because of the drop in temperature, all the leaves outside the window had fallen, the weather was always foggy, the grass had turned yellow, the dung beetles in the small garden had moved away, and the golden beetles had flown off to who-knows-where. The world was so desolate that it seemed like only the two of them existed.
The man was making pants by comparing sizes, while Song Jinyu, with his bare bottom and only wearing a long sweater, was leaning on the windowsill looking out.
"The weather forecast says a cold front is moving south. Do you think the persimmon seeds we planted before will freeze to death?"
No, plants are more resilient than you think.
Xiao Ji said that, but that very night he bought a pot and transplanted the seeds that were buried in the soil into the pot.
Plants are very resilient, and their cuteness can make people biased.
The newly made pants looked normal, but the fit was off, and Song Jinyu felt awkward every time she walked.
He tugged at his pants, watching Xiao Ji move the pot containing persimmon seeds to a window with a good view, and complained, "Your skills are terrible, it's so uncomfortable for me to wear this."
Xiao Ji washed his hands before lifting Song Jinyu up and looked at her. "It might be a size issue. I'll adjust it again."
He planned in a calm voice.
“It’s getting cold. Your mom said she crocheted a wool hat for you. I bought some fabric and am trying to make you a coat. I saw someone making a little backpack online before, it was really cute, so I’m making one for you. You can put your favorite toys in it later…”
Xiao Ji thought far ahead, considering not only this winter but also next spring.
But he never expected that on an ordinary afternoon, while he was taking a nap with Song Jinyu, he would wake up again...
Song Jinyu has disappeared.
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