first love is not too late

Chapter 14 "Snow pears cooked in rock sugar for you."

14

The night was dark, the crescent moon was hanging high outside the window, and the silver gauze fell from the window sill, covering the two people standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the wooden photo frame.

Fu Shi'an stared at the photo, looking through the moonlight at Ji Mingyu who was in college with a bright smile.

He thought he could be calm and be a good roommate, good friend, and good brother for four years, and he should get used to it.

But she still gets upset because of Ji Mingyu's unintentional actions.

He really overestimated himself, the two-year separation, the 420-kilometer distance, no meeting and no missing, he thought he could stop those thoughts that shouldn't be there.But after knowing that Ji Mingyu broke up, he still made a decision with a feverish head.

The crescent moon was completely covered by the drifting clouds, and the hazy light seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Ji Mingyu was still looking at him and smiling, so much so that the rain cloud in Fu Shian's heart was blown back by the wind.

Fu Shi'an suddenly sat up and put the two photo frames on the table, as if he could forget without looking at them.

Obviously wanting to stay away but still can't stop approaching again and again.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and I had a sleepy dream all night. In the dream, for a while, it was Ji Mingyu who was wearing a T-shirt and stepping on flip-flops when he was in college, and Fu Shi'an was beside him. They laughed and cursed, so wanton.After a while, it was Ji Mingyu, who was mature and steady in a suit and leather shoes, standing beside her sister Yue Yue in a pink and blue skirt. They were smiling happily, peacefully and beautifully, but he was just a peeper in a corner where no one was around.

"Buzzing buzzing——" the vibration of the phone pulled Fu Shian back from the helpless sadness, and when the vibration stopped, Fu Shian came out of that burst of emotion, and the phone vibrated again relentlessly.

"Hello," Fu Shi'an pressed the answer button. He just woke up, his voice was still hoarse, and the voice was extremely low and rough, "What's the matter?"

"Hello, you..." There was also a hello on the phone, and then there was a pause of two seconds before asking: "Who are you? Where's Fu Shi'an?"

Fu Shi'an: ...

He moved his phone to look at the caller, cleared his throat and said, "Yangzi, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

"...." With this familiar tone, Xu Mian recognized the person: "What's the matter with your voice?"

"Cold," Fu Shi'an coughed twice, and then asked, "What's the matter with calling so early?"

"It's nothing, it's next week until Friday."

Fu Shi'an hummed, lifted the quilt and got up, and continued, "When is your ticket? Ming Yu and I will go to the train station to pick you up."

"Uh..." Xu Mian abruptly held back the words I'm not going to Zewu, and hesitated for a while.

The blue sky and white clouds, the sun was shining brightly, Ji Mingyu slept comfortably this time, and didn't get up until twelve o'clock,

There were two missed calls from Xu Mian on the phone, and a series of WeChat messages. Ji Mingyu opened Fu Shi'an's profile picture, saying that the kitchen left porridge for him, don't forget to drink it.

"Tsk." After finishing the manuscript, Ji Mingyu's mood was as bright as the sun, tapping the keyboard and replying with a wink cat expression pack.

A little Xu Mian's profile picture was turned on, a series of voice calls were not answered, he replied something, then washed up and went to the kitchen.

The porridge in the thermos was still warm, and Ji Mingyu didn't come back until he had eaten half of Xu Mian's news.

Sheep Boy: All right.

Ji Mingyu: ...

Ji Mingyu: It's okay, you make so many phone calls, just tell me when you miss your father.

Sheepboy: I miss you, uncle.

Ji Mingyu: OK, I see.

Ji Mingyu added meanly: Let him find you at night.

Sure enough, Xu Mian immediately replied with an emoji saying that his father was wrong. Xu Mian's weakness is that he is afraid of ghosts, and he would yell like crazy when watching horror movies with music.

Ji Mingyu had a few words with him, and then talked about Xu Mian's coming to play on May [-]st.Zewu is a tourist city, and there are many ruins of ancient towns unique to Jiangnan water towns. He has been in Zewu for several months but has never been anywhere, so he just took this opportunity to take a good look around.

The weather is good and the mood is good. Ji Mingyu is lying on the sofa with salted fish. The temperature seems to be much higher, and the wind blowing from the balcony carries the warmth of early spring.Ji Mingyu found out the "Absurd Life" again, and spent an hour reading it. Bored, he opened Weibo and opened San Yueqiu's Weibo. The profile picture of San Yueqiu was a cat, not serious, and it simply wrote "Third-rate writing" hand, write whatever you want, read whatever you want.”

It is Ji Mingyu's only special concern. Sanyueqiu's Weibo is not like a writer, but like a gourmet pet blogger, who occasionally posts cats and food. The latest Weibo was a week ago, reminding readers that the spring is cold, thousands Don't catch a cold.

He idly checked the trending searches for a while, and started cleaning again when he was bored. It has been almost a month since Ji Mingyu moved here. When he was so busy, it was Fu Shi'an who did it. Now it's Fu Shian's turn to take care of him, so naturally It's the other way around.

After cleaning, I went to the supermarket to buy some beer and drinks. Before I went out, I found that the roses in the vase in the entrance were gone, and it was empty and deserted.

Ji Mingyu, who was out shopping, looked around the neighborhood, but he couldn't find a flower shop, and he didn't know where to buy Fu Shi'an's roses, but he saw a lot of decorative flowers in the supermarket, so he bought two and put them in a vase. The returned things were stuffed into the refrigerator, and there was a box of pears in the refrigerator, most of which Fu Shi'an bought last night.

In the evening, the bright sunlight turned orange, and Ji Mingyu washed a pear and nestled it on the carpet to play with his mobile phone.

During his busy period, March Qiu updated a post, which was a ten-second cat teasing video, except for the cat, only a hand holding a cat teasing stick was exposed, which was fair and delicate.

Ji Mingyu clicked on the video cloud to suck cats, and clicked on the comments after smoking the routine. He praised San Yueqiu's beautiful hands, and occasionally a few fans asked her why she had a cold and was still coughing.Ji Mingyu clicked on the video again, and listened carefully for a long time before hearing a cough.

I sigh in my heart that these fans are really surfing with an [-]x lens.

Ji Mingyu silently looked at the cough relief method contributed in the comments, but he was thinking about Fu Shi'an. Although the cold has been cured for a long time, the cough has not stopped for a long time.

After reading the comments for a while, Ji Mingyu looked at the pears in his hand for a while, and thought that there seemed to be a bag of rock sugar in the refrigerator. Ji Mingyu's cooking skills are not very good, but the boiled pears with rock sugar are good. His father had a bad voice when he was a child. Coughing uncontrollably, he and his mother took turns cooking pears with rock sugar for him.

When Fu Shi'an arrived home, he saw two huge plastic peonies on the empty vase. The pink and red ones looked like pictures of prosperity and prosperity. His always tense face finally smiled.

Ji Mingyu is a handsome young man, but his aesthetics is puzzling.

Wen Qing, who was obsessed with aesthetics, was nestling on the balcony with his head down, not knowing what he was doing. When Fu Shian approached, he saw some wooden blocks and scattered assembly parts in front of him.

"What are you busy with?" Fu Shi'an asked, and when he walked in, he smelled a faint fruity scent.

Ji Mingyu replied without raising his head: "I bought an assembled bookshelf, but one part is missing, so I can't put it together. I plan to fix it with wire."

Fu Shi'an squatted down beside him, and his eyes fell on Ji Mingyu's fingers. The hand holding the pen and typing on the keyboard was twisting the wire with bare hands at the moment, and there were several white marks due to the force.

"Huh... so difficult." Ji Mingyu let go, and his fair fingers quickly turned red.

Fu Shi'an snatched the board and wire from him, "Why don't you find a pair of pliers."

"Then you can find it." Ji Mingyu smiled, watching Fu Shi'an show off his skills in a leisurely manner.

"Did you cook something? Why is there another smell of burnt food?" Fu Shi'an said suddenly.

Ji Mingyu immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Fu Shi'an smiled at his panicked back, touched a board and began to knock on the disobedient wire. When he was in college, he did handicraft classes, tables and chairs, wooden carvings, etc. I have learned it all, and Fu Shi'an still has the simple folding bookshelf that Ji Mingyu got high marks in homework back then.

While recalling the past while twisting the wire, Ji Mingyu came over with a bowl and put it on the small coffee table beside him, shaking his hands and shouting, "It's scalding, it's scalding to death".

"What?" Fu Shi'an glanced sideways and saw him pinching his earlobe with his index finger and thumb, frowning, like an angry child forced to admit his mistake, a little cute.

"Snow pears cooked in rock sugar for you." Ji Mingyu rubbed his ears to cool his fingers, and said, "Your cough hasn't recovered, don't cough up pneumonia."

The movements of Fu Shi'an's hands stopped, and his eyes still fell on Ji Mingyu's face.

Thinking of sister Xu's "daughter-in-law", the misunderstanding that only he knew took advantage of Ji Mingyu at this moment, and he felt a hint of secret sweetness before he tasted it.

"Father, I cooked it myself, come and taste it?" Ji Mingyu scooped up a spoon and handed it to Fu Shi'an as if offering a treasure.Fu Shi'an couldn't get his hands off his hands, his feeding behavior was very normal, but at this moment, the person being fed had gone astray in his thoughts, and hurriedly moved away like reining in a precipice, and didn't pay attention to Ji Mingyu's words to take advantage of him.

"I'll do it myself." Fu Shi'an took the spoon from the thing in his hand, took a sip, the mouth was hot, and the slightest sweetness seemed to pour over his withered heart.

"How is it?" Ji Mingyu stared at Fu Shi'an, with vague expectations hidden on his face.

Fu Shi'an said, "It's delicious."

When the setting sun fell into those eyes, they were full of orange light, and he added: "It's delicious."