Chapter 26 Zhou Yili felt that he was both aloof and aggrieved

Dusk is falling in the distance.

Zhou Yili drove back to the Zhou family home. Since he became an adult, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he rarely returned to the villa where he had lived since childhood.

Zhou Hengyang didn't care either.

After all, when adult fathers and sons sit together, the only things they do are quarreling or fighting.

"We need to cook the purple sweet potato porridge for a while longer." Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "Teacher Shen likes it to be more glutinous."

Zhou Yili swept the sticky sweet porridge.

"Excuse me." He walked upstairs with long legs, "I'll go upstairs to get something."

Aunt Zhang laughed as she looked at his tall and straight back.

The stubborn and arrogant young master.

Zhou Yili pushed open the door of the piano room and the decoration inside was still the same as before.

A white piano is placed in front of the French window. Outside the window is a grand albizzia tree swaying, its pink petals spreading endless spring colors under the light.

He leaned against the door frame, feeling a little dazed.

The man sat in front of the French window, his back was thin and straight, his long eyelashes half-drooped surrounded by the light, revealing a section of his cold white neck, and the clear sound of the piano flowed out from his fingertips.

There was a sound of "click".

The piano music stopped suddenly.

He glanced sideways calmly, "?"

The boy had half a mint candy in his mouth. He seemed to meet his gaze in the camera and was stunned for a few seconds.

She tilted her head and looked at him with raised eyebrows, her smile was wanton and eye-catching.

"Take a picture, Mr. Shen?"

“My fees are not expensive.”

Shen Jixing ignored his childish behavior: "No money, no filming."

Zhou Yili walked up to him with a smile: "How poor are you?"

"So it's free? I'll pay for it?"

The boy leaned over and handed the camera to him. He had a vigorous and hot temperature and his breath smelled like refreshing mint candy.

She chuckled lazily, almost touching his thin white earlobe.

"You look so awesome, can you take two photos for me?"

“…”

What kind of adjective is this?

"Okay, Mr. Shen?"

"Okay, brother~"

Shen Ji raised his eyes and looked at him.

Men who act coquettishly have the best life. He can't do anything to that sweet-talking and coaxing little lion.

…

Zhou Yili lazily stood up and closed the door of the piano room.

Some people are born to be in the camera, and it is a waste of God's gift if Shen Jixing's face does not appear on the big screen.

But no one could capture the emotions hidden deep within his soul.

Except him.

Those photos are still thrown around in the drawer of his bedroom.

When Zhou Yili was going downstairs, Aunt Zhang happened to break a plate. The sound of the plate breaking matched some unknown sound. Zhou Yili walked downstairs quickly.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, no." Aunt Zhang kept muttering, "It's all good, it's all good."

Zhou Yili helped her clean up.

I was unaware that the screen of the mobile phone in my trouser pocket was lighting up.

【S】：Is there a medicine box in your room? I'd like to use it.

“…”

Shen Jixing waited for a moment without replying.

Blood oozed from the wound on his fingertips that was accidentally cut, and drops of blood fell on the ground at his feet.

He needs to deal with it, Shen Jixing thought.

There was no medical kit in the living room. He had looked through it before, and finally Zhou Yili brought the painkillers from the room. He glanced at his unresponsive mobile phone and decided to look for it on the second floor.

Shen Jixing has difficulty moving his fingers.

Zhou Yili's room was spacious and bright, filled with all kinds of expensive musical instruments, but he searched the shelves but found nothing.

Finally, I looked at the drawer at the head of the bed.

That was the only place that hadn't been opened.

The wound wrapped in tissue was soaked. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the drawer when a cold and fierce rebuke came from behind him.

"Who told you to come to my room?"

There was almost no time for him to react before Zhou Yili grabbed his wrist and pulled him over.

He was surrounded by the cool night mist, and his sharp and wild eyes stared at him coldly, as if he was extremely unhappy and cold after his territory was invaded.

"Who gave you permission to come in when I was away?"

"You really think of my place as your home, don't you?"

Zhou Yili's brain heated up, and his fingers unconsciously exerted force, tightly grasping the beautiful and cold white wrist bone.

“Pah.”

It seemed as if some drops of water fell on the ground.

Zhou Yili lowered his eyes slowly and took a look, and a drop of bright red glared into his eyes.

“…”

"Sorry." Shen Jixing calmly pulled his hand back. The tissue wrapped around his fingertips was soaked and stuck to his hand a little too much.

He curled his fingers quietly.

"You didn't reply to me, I took the initiative."

His thin lips moved slightly and he apologized calmly.

"Sorry, my bad."

Shen Jixing remained quiet throughout, walked past him, and left the room slowly.

The door closed softly.

Zhou Yili stood where he was the whole time, looking down at the glaring red drop of blood, his drooped eyelashes moving slightly.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and opened the drawer.

There is a whole drawer of photos inside.

It's all the same person.

Sitting quietly in front of the piano, looking at him with a cold and helpless smile, falling asleep with eyes closed and pillowed in the spring breeze... He secretly kissed the side of her face and took the photo proudly.

They are neatly displayed and well collected.

There was no medical kit inside, only loneliness for company.

A bottle of painkillers.

…

When Zhou Yili went downstairs, Shen Jixing had already dealt with the tissue stuck on his hand and was sitting on the sofa wrapping his fingers with the tissue.

He heard the noise but his brows did not change.

Zhou Yili took the takeaway medicine and knelt in front of him. He glanced at Shen Jixing's hand wrapped in a tissue.

I don't know why, but I feel like laughing.

Zhou Yili's hand paused in the air, but he still held his hand and placed it on his knees, and lifted the edge of the tissue with his fingertips, "I opened it?"

Shen Jixing said nothing.

Zhou Yili knew that he was angry, so it was normal for him to ignore him.

"Yeah." Zhou Yili had just unwrapped the tissue when he heard his indifferent response.

Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and unwrapped the tissue, being careful not to let any debris get on the wound. He used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect the wound.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Yili asked casually.

"No."

Zhou Yili lowered his eyes and blew twice casually, then seemed to pause, and calmly wrapped his fingers with gauze.

Lazily asked, "Why did you get yourself into this state?"

This time Shen Jixing did not answer.

I guess he felt ashamed.

"I don't have a medicine box at home. Not only do you not order takeout for meals, but you also don't order medicine?" He looked up at Shen Jixing.

Shen Jixing looked down at him calmly, his eyes were glassy and watery, and he didn't seem to want to answer his words.

Finally, he said coldly, "Didn't you want me to not reveal my address?"

His fingertips had been bandaged, and he calmly withdrew his hand.

Zhou Yili looked at his drooping eyelashes. They were very long, too long, and even cooler and more delicate than the doll in the window.

My heart felt like it was hit by something.

He kept kneeling on the carpet with one leg, and a sour feeling seemed to arise in his heart. He sneered and asked: "Shen Jixing, are you so easy to talk to now?"

Shen Jixing paused slightly when he was about to stand up.

When he looked at Zhou Yili, his eyes seemed to be slightly moistened with water, moist and tender. But when people looked deeper, they would only find that it was a piece of cold ice.

Zhou Yili felt that he was both aloof and aggrieved.

Because he said he wanted to eat, he cut his hand, didn't get a reply to his messages, couldn't find the medical kit, and was attacked for no apparent reason.

"I'm not good at talking."

Shen Jixing looked away, lowered his eyes indifferently, stood up and walked towards the dining table.

"I am just a guest."