moonlight lure

The night was dark and silent.

Ji Yanchen looked at the screen with an unclear expression for a long time, then raised his eyes to look at the person on the sofa.

The episode just now seemed to have consumed the last of her power. At this moment, she was uneasy and closed her eyes, tilting her head and falling asleep.

Ji Yanchen looked at her for a moment and called her quietly: "Song Shiwei."

He leaned forward and stared closely at her face: "Do you still like him?"

She was half asleep and replied vaguely: "Well..." Ji Yanchen's heart suddenly went cold: "Do you still like him?"

She murmured vaguely: "...um...hi...who do you like..."

Ji Yanchen felt as if his heart was on a roller coaster. He pursed his lips and said in a strange tone, "Your Ming doctor."

She was quiet for a moment, as if responding to his words, her voice was vague: "No..."

He didn't hear clearly and asked: "What?"

She frowned and buried her face in the pillow, as if she was impatient with his endless questions: "...I don't like...No..."

After getting his drunken mantra, Ji Yanchen finally felt relieved.

He put his phone on the coffee table, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly paused for a moment, and then took out his phone from his trouser pocket.

After a few seconds, the phone on the table lit up quietly. He squinted at the name displayed on the screen: [SWAT Team Ji Yanchen].

Compared to [Dr. Ming], who was concise and concise, his notes contained names, surnames, and units, and there was a strong sense of unfamiliarity between the lines.

He hummed and comforted himself, it was good, at least she saved, what else was he dissatisfied with?
He turned back to look at the person on the sofa. She was sleeping more soundly than before, with her cheek sunk into the pillow and leaving an impression. The broken hair on her forehead also slipped to the tip of her nose, rising and falling gently with the frequency of her breathing.

After a while, she seemed to feel itchy and wrinkled her nose slightly like a cat. He couldn't help but curl his lips, raised his hand to gently tuck it into her hair, and his voice was as low as saying to himself: "Do you like me?"

This time she didn't even say "hmm".

Ji Yanchen laughed at himself, stood up, took off her slippers, covered her with a blanket, picked up the remote control and adjusted the air conditioner to the appropriate temperature.

After doing this, he knew he should leave, but he didn't want to leave.

On the one hand, he was worried that she would be unwell and needed someone to take care of her. On the other hand, it was his own selfishness. He had never been able to look at her quietly like this.

When she was awake, Song Shiwei was indifferent and distant. Although she acquiesced to his approach, she actually still maintained her unique sense of distance from the outside world. Even though he had tried very hard to bring the two of them closer, even though they had been ambiguously close more than once.

But now she was sleeping soundly, less cold and inaccessible than usual, and more soft and approachable. Like a kitten that has taken off its cold defenses to reveal its warm and soft fur, she is the closest to the real person at this moment.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and stared at her for a long time. Her cheeks without makeup were fair and delicate, and her transparent down was small and clear. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the same scene and sleeping face when he first met her in high school.

nine years ago.

The school was bustling after the National Day holiday. During lunch break, he went to look for someone in the next class. While waiting outside the door, he happened to catch a glimpse of a strange girl taking a nap by the window.

The early autumn sun was cool and bright, and a ray of light shone through the gaps in the branches outside the window onto the side of her face, from the end of her eyes to her lips.

Her cold white skin was cut almost transparent by the light, and her dark eyelashes were quietly closed. She was so peaceful in the noisy classroom that it felt unreal. As if she sensed that someone was watching her, her delicate eyelashes suddenly trembled ever so slightly, like butterfly wings that unintentionally stirred up a storm, inciting his heart without warning.

Ji Yanchen was stunned for a moment without realizing it, until a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, waking him up from this alone fantasy: "Brother Chen, let's go!"

He came back to his senses, followed the other person in silence for a long time, and choked out a sentence: "...Why is there someone in your class not wearing school uniform?"

When these words came out of Ji Yanchen's mouth, they were as inconsistent as if the school bully who fights every day stole the student union president's line.

Jiang Yu was inexplicably stunned for a while, and suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean the girl by the window, right? She's new here, and she doesn't have a school uniform yet."

When he mentioned this transfer student, the other party seemed very excited. He didn't need to use any pretense, and he introduced her eloquently: "She is transferred from Chengdu. She seems to have good grades and is pretty."

Ji Yanchen looked at him calmly: "Rongcheng?"

"Yes, from a big city."

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "What? Brother, are you excited?"

He said coldly: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

The other party scratched the back of his head and said a little shyly: "Hey, to tell you the truth, my heart is moved."

"..."

Ji Yanchen glanced at him speechlessly. The other party didn't care, and murmured to himself: "But she doesn't seem to be easy to chase. She has eyes above her head and doesn't talk to anyone. After all, she comes from a big city. Maybe one day He suddenly turned back."

At that time, they didn't know that his unintentional joke would become a prophecy not long after a year.

After that day, Ji Yanchen started walking up the stairs on the other side of the teaching building and walked around half of the corridor, just to pretend to glance at her casually when he passed by her classroom.

Every time he saw her, she was either sitting in her seat doing exercises or standing by the window to rest. He never saw her joking with anyone or getting close to anyone. She kept to herself, aloof and alienated.

But such a cold person likes dogs very much, especially big dogs.

The owner of the store at the school gate had a golden retriever, and she went to see it every day after coming out of the cafeteria at noon. She would squat down and talk to it with a smile, and gently rub its head. That dog was also very understanding of humanity and was more affectionate to her than anyone else.

That picture still lingers in Ji Yanchen's mind after many years.

On campus in the summer afternoon, people were coming and going in front of the store. The girl was squatting on one knee on the ground, gently stroking the big dog with one hand, and holding a transparent tumbler with ice-filled lemonade in the other hand. The tail of her lips curled up slightly, and her fair cheeks were turned pink by the heat, like a green peach.

In winter, her cup was replaced with longan and red date tea.

The climate in Huping has four distinct seasons, with dry and cold winters. Other girls tried their best to make themselves look thinner, but she was the only one who was wrapped in a scarf that was thicker than a rice dumpling. The scarf was so wide and big that only half of her face was exposed. Outside, when it snowed, he was worried that she would not be able to see the road.

The closest he got to her was in gym class.

At that time, his class and hers had a weekly physical education class at the same time. After class, the teacher asked a few students from each class to deliver equipment. When they came out, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

Several of them were standing under the waterproof platform of the sports building. She happened to be standing next to him, and the skirt of her school uniform barely brushed the back of his hand.

At that moment, he was still not sure if it was his imagination, but he actually smelled her faint fragrance in the majestic humidity.