moonlight lure

"........."

Song Shiwei finally came back to her senses and held up her cell phone without answering for a moment.

Now it is not a question of inconvenience;
She lowered her eyes and looked at the pile of yellow mango peels on the table in front of her, with a hint of embarrassment in her delicate brows.

There was no urging on the other end of the phone, and he quietly waited for her reply.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips and hesitated. Rationally speaking, she felt that she should refuse. After all, the two of them were not familiar enough to use private time to help each other.

But then she thought about the last time she was sick and didn't want to go home, he stayed with her for half an afternoon, and finally sent her back to buy her medicine...

Just think that she owes him half a favor.

She secretly pursed her lower lip and asked, "How long is it expected to take?"

The other party was quiet for a moment: "One hour."

She quickly decided: "Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, she turned off the TV, got up, went into the room, changed clothes, put on a small bag, put on a mask and went out.

The journey was smooth and traffic was light.

As soon as she got out of the car, Song Shiwei saw that he was not exaggerating. The rose flower wall that was still lush a few days ago was badly damaged by the heavy rain. The surviving flower branches were hanging on the fence, and more branches and leaves had been ruined and turned into a messy mess. , lying dying in the remaining water on the dirt floor.

The scene in front of me coupled with today's dull weather makes me feel a little depressed.

Song Shiwei regretfully walked into the foreign-style building. The door to the courtyard was ajar. She knocked twice and opened the door.

People in the yard were squatting next to the flower stand, doing unnecessary rescues. Watching her put down her bag and come over, they asked with some confusion: "It's so boring, why don't you take off your mask?"

Song Shiwei shook her head, squatted beside him, her eyes flickered: "I... was in a hurry to go out, so I didn't put on makeup."

"How to do this?"

She pointed at the mess in front of her that was worse than she imagined, somewhat doubting his expected handling.

Ji Yanchen pointed to the tools behind him and briefly explained his idea: "First fix the flowers that can still be saved, and then put up this rain shelter."

Song Shiwei nodded solemnly and rolled up her sleeves: "Let's get started."

She has always been bad at hands-on things, such as cooking, handicrafts, painting... and she knows nothing about gardening.

But now she was faced with a bunch of half-dead flowers, and she had no mental barriers after treating a dead horse like a living horse.

What's more important is that she is still not the main force today. She is mainly responsible for helping him when he can't do it with one hand. After the two of them cooperated a few times, they quickly developed a tacit understanding and managed half of the fence in less than half an hour.

Song Shiwei, who experienced gardening for the first time, felt a sense of accomplishment and was very pleased to see the delicate lives she saved in front of her.

She stood in front of the flower stand and exhaled. The air before the typhoon was extremely hot and muggy, and the sweat from her nose gradually soaked her mask.

She was so depressed that she kept frowning and fanning the flames with her palms, but she never took off the mask.

Ji Yanchen watched her movements silently and looked back to indicate: "There is water on the table."

After he reminded her, she really felt thirsty. She walked to the table and opened a bottle of water. She turned her back and drank half the bottle in one breath. After taking a breath, she quickly pulled up her mask to prevent him from prying.

Ji Yanchen turned around, lowered his eyes and smiled, not understanding why the girl was so concerned about her bare face.

Obviously she usually wears very light makeup, which is almost the same as her face in high school.

Over there, Song Shiwei came back after a short rest, squatted down and suddenly said: "Officer Ji."

He looked over: "Huh?"

While handing him the flower vine, she asked casually, "Where did you learn your palmistry?"

The person next to him was silent for a moment: "My grandpa."

Song Shiwei looked sideways when he heard this. Did she really underestimate him before?He actually comes from a Feng Shui family? "Did he show it to you?"

Ji Yanchen calmly and mysteriously said without any psychological barriers: "Immediate family members are not allowed to see these things."

She nodded vaguely in understanding, but her expression was clearly confused, but she still did not forget her job. She subconsciously handed over the bamboo stick in her hand, looking as cute as possible.

At that moment, Ji Yanchen used some strength to flatten the corners of his lips.

He took the bamboo stick from her hand and looked for a suitable fulcrum: "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

Song Shiwei pulled her lips lightly and shook her head: "Nothing, just curious."

She didn't say more.She didn't want to admit it yet, because of this incident, he changed her first impression of him.

He didn't seem as boring as she thought.

And at the same time, she was also keenly aware that human beings' instinct is indeed to focus on themselves, especially self-isolated and highly sensitive people like her.

She wanted someone to understand her so badly that it was dangerous.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the water vapor in the air is getting heavier and heavier.

The two men's movements quickened, and the awkward fence was gradually sorted into its original shape.

Noticing that she was scratching her face more and more frequently, Ji Yanchen suggested, "I'll do the rest. You can go over there and take a breath."

After a pause, he deliberately added, "I don't look at you."

Seeing that there wasn't much work left, Song Shiwei didn't show off. She nodded and got up, walked to the corner, and carefully took off her mask.

She took a deep breath and whispered to herself: "The weather is so suffocating."

Quite itchy.

She frowned, looked down at her dirty fingers, and scratched her lips with her mask.

...Ah, come to life.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist and was about to put on the mask again when there was a sudden loud noise behind her, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

"boom!"

Song Shiwei was startled and instinctively turned around following the sound.

The person behind him stood awkwardly. He seemed to have forgotten for a moment that his left hand was injured. He wanted to pull the flower stand with his other hand, but underestimated the weight of the stand. The strength of his single hand failed to support it, and the flower stand fell to the ground with a crash. All the hard work they had just done was in vain.

Song Shiwei's heart twitched and hurt. She stared at the messy scene on the ground and felt a little lack of oxygen.

The culprit lowered his hands, like a child who had done something wrong, and looked over at a loss: "I'm sorry, I."

The two people's eyes collided in the air, and each other's expression slowly changed from aloofness to surprise.

Song Shiwei reacted slowly and suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

The air fell into dead silence.

Although the moment was very short, Ji Yanchen could see clearly that the soft lips hidden under the palms were red, swollen and suspicious.

Song Shiwei forced herself to calm down from the social death, turned around and put on her mask, walked over silently, and pretended that nothing happened, squatting down and holding up the flower stand.

The surprise in the other party's eyes quickly disappeared, and the two of them worked together to lift the shelf, with no one making a sound during the whole process.

They cooperated silently and tacitly. After a long time, the person next to her whispered first, not knowing whether he meant to find a step for her: "Are you allergic?"

　Today’s quiz: Did the puppy push down the flower stand on purpose? A: Yes
　　B：A
　　(End of this chapter)