The screen of the mobile phone that was left aside turned on and off, and Song Shushu was no longer in the mood to care about it anymore.
Ji Sui felt something was wrong with her. The two had been together day and night for a while, and this was the first time he had seen her look so lost.
She has always lived a very passionate life, like a hot wind blowing in the wilderness, unfettered, free and gorgeous. Judging from the information he collected, her biological mother abandoned her, her father remarried, her stepmother was in trouble, her career was frustrated, every one of them
It seems to be a sharp weapon to suppress emotions.
But according to his observation, this girl did not turn her life into a sad drama. On the contrary, she lived her life seriously every day.
She talks about retiring as soon as possible and doesn't shy away from guessing about the accidents she will encounter, but in fact she is more active in getting vaccinated and taking medicine than anyone else. She complains about her outrageous life and excessive client every day, and she also fills her room with all kinds of beautiful women.
flowers.
Song Shushu was not wearing a coat, only wearing a black suspender belt and sitting in front of the balcony holding her knees, staring blankly at the night outside.
The window was open, dark clouds were rolling in, and the branches were trembling. The wind poured in through the window, and the cold wind picked up the skirt and fell on the wicker chair, making her thin figure more obvious.<
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The weather was like this four years ago. She remembered that it was very dark and the rain was very cold. She ran out of the dormitory alone and wandered around the school aimlessly. At that time, Lin Bai was still in the playground after hearing the news.
I found her in the corner like a drowned rat.
"Song Xiaoshu! You don't want your life?!"
The man's angry shouts hit her in the wind and rain.
Song Shushu raised his face, and then the flash of lightning saw the shock on his face, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile to prove that he was fine.
"If you can't laugh, then stop laughing."
Lin Bai angrily took off his coat and wrapped it around her body, squatted down in front of her, turned around and said angrily, "Come up here, brother, you don't get this kind of treatment every time."
He never asked what happened to her, he just used his newly grown arms to carry her self-esteem.
Later...
Crackling.
The typhoon that had been brewing all night finally struck, and heavy raindrops fell. Song Shushu raised his hand and touched his face, it felt cold.
I don’t know if it’s rain or tears.
After regaining consciousness, he suddenly felt the corner of his skirt being pulled.
Ji Sui was heart-wrenched when he saw below. The girl without any makeup was facing the storm with nothing on her face. Suddenly, big tears fell from her eyes, rolling down like broken beads.
Ji Sui, who has always been known as the most cold-hearted person, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It's hard to feel reassured in her state.
Ji Sui got up and walked under the chair, trying to attract her attention, but there was no light on the balcony, and he was so small now that after walking around in front of her three or four times he had to admit that she didn't notice him at all. Song Shushu's wicker chair was very high, and he couldn't jump on it with the height of a five-month-old kitten. His eyes looked at the still fluttering skirt.
He carefully retracted his claws and tried to pull down. After working hard for a long time, Song Shushu, who was wandering in the world, finally came back to his senses.
"Why are you here if you don't eat well?"
Song Shushu reached out and picked him up on his knees, hugging him and rubbing his head.
The already cold fingers were as cold as a piece of ice after being blown by the cold wind for a long time. The cold fingers touched the back of his neck. Song Shushu was shocked by his body temperature and felt that he was a small stove. p>
Ji Sui sighed helplessly, found a good place on her legs, pulled her hands to his chest with his two paws, and leaned down.
The fingers that were pressed under the furry little body were slightly curled up, feeling the warmth coming from all around. No one or the cat said anything, Song Shushu still looked out the window, the rain was getting heavier, and it was like a raindrop on the glass.
A water curtain.
Ji Sui looked up at her expressionless face and was fascinated. Ji Qinghuan always complained about his photography skills before, saying that he always chose the angle of death when taking photos, but the face in front of him was even seen from the angle of death.
Still flawless, still makes his heart beat.
The hand covering his body was still cold, and the redness on his lips gradually faded. He could even feel the body beneath him trembling slightly.
I turned around and glanced at the window that was still wide open. A layer of fine water drops had been poured on the potted plants in the window.
If he could become a human now, then he could easily pick up this little girl who insisted on blowing the cold wind and carry her back to the warm bed. He would talk to her about all the interesting things and rack his brains to make her smile again, instead of
Sitting in the miserable wind and rain, immersed in my own worries.
The hands under his body were cold, as if he were holding a piece of solid ice that never melted. Frostbite would frighten him and others. Ji Sui felt that if he didn't keep his hands warm and keep them covered for half the night, he would probably have diarrhea tomorrow.
But he moved slightly and switched to the warmer side to keep her warm. He thought he really couldn't let go of this hand.
I don’t know how long it took, but the wind and rain outside did not decrease but became stronger and stronger. Just when the jasmine buds were damaged and about to fall, Song Shushu moved his fingers.
The palms that were pressed under him turned over and held Ji Sui up firmly. He stood up and walked two steps to the window. The cold wind came with raindrops on the pavement. Song Shushu reached out to grab the dripping handle and looked deeply.
A glance out the window.
As the window was closed, the sound of the storm was blocked out, Ji Sui shook his head in her arms.
The feeling of cat fur stained with water is really not very good. No kitten would like this feeling, and the same is naturally true for the kitten he turned into.
"I'm sorry, you got caught in the rain."
The wind had been blowing for a long time, and even his voice seemed to be a bit cold. Song Shushu found a new towel from the cabinet in the bathroom, put Ji Sui on the sink and wiped it carefully.
Looking at her movements, Ji Sui's eyelids jumped.
Wouldn’t she notice that there was a towel missing?
After he used the towel before, he quietly smuggled it to the next door and is still hanging in the bathroom.
I always feel guilty about returning something that I have used personally. I originally wanted to ask Assistant Yang to buy a new towel based on that towel, but I didn’t think of it until I saw the towel again today.
I will arrange for Special Assistant Yang to buy it tonight!
Give yourself psychological hints at every age.
The towels were washed and dried before being put away, so they now exude the pleasant smell of gardenia laundry detergent, a smell that often appears on Song Shushu.
Ji Sui, who was wrapped in a towel and rubbed back and forth, was surrounded by gardenia flowers, as if he was in her arms.
Fortunately, the rain only lightly wetted the surface and did not soak the hair, so it was easy to wipe. Five or six minutes later, a little Ji Sui was born who was ravaged into a fried little fur.
Taking away the towel, Song Shushu finally showed his first smile.
This was the first time she had seen Song Dameng in such a miserable state. The hair on his body was blowing up in different directions, and coupled with his big wet eyes, he looked quite messy and beautiful.