Jiang Tingting said nothing, and clasped Shen Huaixi's hand with his fingers, tightly as if she wanted to transfer her own warmth into his cold hand.
Shen Huaixi's thin lips trembled slightly, a touch of warmth surged from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes turned red. He hugged Jiang Tingting into his arms, lowered his head and buried it on her shoulder. His tears streaked down and moistened her coat.
Jiang Tingting reached out and hugged him back, patting his back gently to comfort him.
After a long time, Shen Huaixi finally said the first sentence with a hoarse voice and a trembling voice: "Listen, I only have you."
This sentence was like a fine needle, piercing into Jiang Tingting's heart. It didn't hurt, but it made people feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Tingting hugged him tightly.
She couldn't give any response.
There is only his mother and her in Shen Huaixi's world.
Mother Shen is dead...
She can't stay with him for long...
How painful it will be for him...
Jiang Tingting suddenly felt a little scared to imagine Shen Huaixi at that time.
——
In the next few days, Shen Huaixi organized the funeral of Shen's mother. The funeral was simple, and only Jiang Tingting was by his side from beginning to end.
Shen Huaixi was very reserved in his emotions. Although he looked the same as usual, Jiang Tingting knew that he was in pain inside, but he just didn't show it.
That night, Jiang Tingting finished eating at Shen Huaixi's place and did not go back quickly. Instead, he sat on the sofa and looked out the window at the quiet night.
Shen Huaixi packed up the tableware and walked over, lowered his eyes, and rubbed her head.
"looking at what?"
Jiang Tingting subconsciously hugged his hand and looked at the three parallel stars on the sky outside the window.
"Shen Huaixi, did you know that after a person passes away from this world, his path leads to the stars..."
Shen Huaixi followed her gaze and looked out the window, humming softly.
Jiang Tingting held him tightly, pulled him to sit on the edge, and bent his eyes:
"I'll lend you my shoulder."
Shen Huaixi paused after hearing this, and then a trace of warmth invaded his heart. Looking at the girl's thin shoulder, he chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?"
Shen Huaixi reached out to hug her, lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Jiang Tingting's shoulder.
"Listen to why you are so cute..."
What a cute way to comfort him…
Jiang Tingting puffed up his cheeks and said nothing. The boy next to him gradually began to breathe steadily, as if he was asleep.
Blinking, he tilted his head and looked... It seemed that he was really asleep. The boy's eyelashes were curved and long, and he looked really good-looking, like a beautiful boy who stepped out of a comic book.
Jiang Tingting remembered that 323 said before that the little villain would dream about her every night, and it was the kind of... well, you know.
He reached out and poked the young man's porcelain-white jade cheek.
Shen Huaixi trembled slightly but did not wake up.
Jiang Tingting raised his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Not serious."
After a while, she also leaned on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.
After Jiang Tingting fell asleep, the young man holding her next to her opened his eyes, his eyes clear, and smiled softly when he looked at the person in his arms, with a hint of endearment in his eyes.
The voice was very low, so low that it was almost inaudible, but the paranoia twinkling in the young man's eyes was clearly visible.
——
The next day, Jiang Tingting opened his eyes and found himself lying in Shen Huaixi's room. The boy's pillow and sheets had a very fresh lemon scent. Jiang Tingting turned over and continued to sleep for a while.
After a while, I yawned and got up from the bed when I heard the noise outside the room.
The clothes on her body are still the same as yesterday, and they have not changed.
Jiang Tingting came out of the room and happened to see Shen Huaixi carrying two bowls of meat noodles and placing them on the table...