It took only ten minutes to take a taxi from home to Qiuqing'an. At this time, it was almost dark. An orange light lit up in the building. The rain stopped, and it was still wet everywhere, with the air filled with rain.

No one opened the door downstairs, He Yue waited for a while, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

The bag with an umbrella hung between his fingers, and a gust of wind blew, swaying left and right.

They must be together, and if they come back from the hospital, they will definitely not be so fast.

He Yue lowered his head and pressed his phone, and suddenly felt annoyed why he didn't leave Jiang Haojie's contact information. Until now, he could only wait here stupidly and was at a loss.

The surroundings are as quiet as if uninhabited. After a long time, someone would go downstairs and look at Heyue next to him, leaving without any matter.

The night darkened little by little, and the dark blue and black sky completely turned into a silly inexhaustible ink. He Yue stood a little sore in his calves, so he squatted down and remembered the key points he remembered today in his mind.

I don’t know how long it took, but the surroundings were as quiet as stagnant water, and even the sound of the wind disappeared. He Yue was confused and began to feel sleepy. His eyelids were fighting up and down, and he couldn’t open them.

She closed her eyes and was about to sleep for a while. When she was in a daze, the sound of footsteps came from her ears.

It is very shallow and light, with a frequency that is neither slow nor fast, and there is a subtle sound of stepping on the ground.

He Yue's eyelashes trembled, forcing himself to open his eyes.

Having just emerged from the darkness, I had not adapted to the light in front of me, I saw a familiar figure coming in my blurry vision, it was Qiu Qing'an.

Heyue woke up immediately, lost all sleepiness, and stood up by the wall.

When he walked into the building, Qiu Qing'an clearly saw her, his eyes fixed on her, with a cold and shallow doubt.

"I..." He Yue made a sound, her throat was a little hoarse. She cleared her throat and asked, "Are you okay? Are you injured..."

After she said that, she explained: "I was with Zhou Mi before, and I heard her call, and I was a little worried."

Heyue couldn't forget the time she saw Qiu Qing'an in the alley that time. She was even wondering whether to buy some medicine first.

She looked at Qiu Qing'an, from his unemotional face to his whole body, dressed intact and looked as usual, and was still so beautiful. Even though he had no expression at the moment, his eyebrows and eyes were still delicate and delicate, which made people attracted at first glance, and wanted to look at it carefully greedily.

A slight warmth surged in Heyue's heart, and a smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his gentleness.

"It's fine if you're fine."

This is the first time Qiu Qing'an has encountered such flattery and kindness that is hard to disgust. From the first time she saw the joy, she seems to be like this.

It is neither far nor near, not angry, and the right measure, and occasionally crossing the boundaries, it is also irresistible soft.

After discovering this, the light curve of the girl's mouth in front of her became annoying.

He doesn't like losing control and hates being invaded.

Qiu Qing'an's expression became more and more cold.

"Well, are you still in trouble?" He asked mercilessly. The expulsion of the word was already overwhelmed. He Yue's smile slightly stopped, but he still looked like a good temper.

"This is for you." She stepped forward, handed the things in her hand to him, and whispered: "When I was shopping with Zhou Mi in the afternoon, I bought them by the way."

Seeing that he didn't respond, he lowered his eyes and stared at the bag, and He Yue pursed his lower lip and added.

"Nothing else is interesting. I just happened to see this umbrella that is very small and convenient to carry, so I bought it. It should rain frequently in Sicheng recently, and it is easy to catch a cold if you don't pay attention."

"If something happened to come over tonight, I might bring it to school to you tomorrow."

She looked very serious and calm, as if it was a very rare and ordinary thing to wait downstairs for most of the night to deliver him an umbrella.

The night is quiet, the moon is hidden in the clouds, the street lights are dim and yellow, and her eyes are amazingly bright and transparent.

After a long time, Qiu Qing'an slowly stretched out his hand and took the umbrella handed over by Heyue.

Just as she was about to bend her lips, she suddenly felt itchy in her nose, and a loud sneeze sounded between the two, which was particularly obvious in the quiet night.

He Yue sniffed and rubbed her fingertips, making her voice muffled.

"Then I'll leave first."

The nasal sound was strong, and a cold wind blew, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He Yue shrank his shoulders and prepared to leave.

"Why are your clothes wet?" Qiu Qing'an's voice came from behind, casually and cold, and said with a pleasant voice.

"It was a little rainy when I got off the taxi." She touched her sleeves, it was not very wet, and she couldn't feel it through her sweater.

"Come up and blow it." Qiu Qing'an dropped this sentence, lowered his head and opened the door. He Yue blinked, and stood there in disbelief.

Qiu Qing'an pushed open the door and looked back at her, a hint of impatient flashing in his eyes.

"Can you go?"

"Go!" He Yue reacted and responded immediately. The volume involuntarily increased, and the lights above his head were shaking.

She was slightly embarrassed, lowered her face and accelerated her pace and followed Qiu Qing'an upstairs.

The boy's eyes were filled with a smile.

Qiu Qing'an's home is on the top floor. He Yue always thought it was a three-story building. But when he walked up, he found that there was a building similar to a small attic on the top, like a building built at the back, which turned into a fourth floor.

He was the only resident on this floor. He Yue looked around in the corridor, waiting for Qiu Qing'an to take the key to open the door.

The house is very old, but it is very clean. It has a small living room with very little furniture and looks empty. The tables, chairs and cabinets are all made of wooden. After time polishing, they become smooth and old and dark in color.

The whole space inexplicably exudes a feeling of loneliness.

He looked forward with a gaze and found a small staircase in the corner, which seemed to be a place above.

Qiu Qing'an took her in and ignored her and went straight into the kitchen to boil water. After a while, a gurgling sounded.

He squatted in front of the sofa and took out a hair dryer for her from under the coffee table.

“The plug is there.”

He Yue was standing by the door and was blowing clothes. The hair dryer was very noisy when working, and the wind was very hot. The house was sheltered from the wind and rain, which was much warmer than outside.

She carefully blew her clothes, and then saw Qiu Qing'an descending from the stairs and entering the kitchen.

After blowing for a few minutes, he almost dried up. Heyue put the hair dryer back to its original place, and Qiu Qing'an brought her a cup of hot water.

"Drink before leaving." He bent down and put the glass on the table, lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"Oh." He Yue held the cup, the heat rose, the temperature came through the wall of the cup, warming into his heart, and the chill in his whole body was dispelled.

Qiu Qing'an sat down not far from her, with a cup of hot water in front of her, but she didn't drink it, as if she was waiting for it to cool down. She leaned back on the sofa and played with her cell phone with her eyes low.

He Yue took a sip and couldn't help but say, "Are you the only one at home?"

"Um."

"Well, what is upstairs?" He Yue pointed to the small staircase in the corner. There was only one bedroom below. Could it be that Qiu Qing'an lives alone?

"There is a small attic above, where will I sleep at night." Qiu Qing'an didn't look up and replied simply.

"Where is below?" He Yue was curious and pointed to the room that was closed diagonally opposite. Qiu Qing'an glanced at it, and then quickly lowered again.

“No one lives there.”

No one lives there.

He Yue recited it silently in her heart, guessing the meaning of these words. Her eyes were wandering around unconsciously. She glanced inadvertently and saw the photo frames placed on the table not far away.

Inside was a woman and a little boy standing side by side, with the woman's hand holding his shoulders.

Qiu Qing'an's face is still very tender, about age 2, and the woman next to her is very beautiful, so beautiful that she is still beautiful in the photo.

He Yue's back was slightly stiff, his whole body was fixed there, his eyes were stagnant.

Qiu Qing'an did not notice it. He Yue unconsciously raised the cup in his hand to drink water, but forgot that the temperature inside was still hot. As soon as he entered his mouth, the tip of his tongue was burned to ache.

She immediately put down her cup, choked, and kept breathing.

"Is it okay?" Such a big noise certainly alarmed Qiu Qing'an. He looked up and frowned slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay." He Yue stood up, a little busy.

Qiu Qing'an looked at her for two seconds, then got up, poured her a glass of cold water in the kitchen, He Yue took it, and whispered thank you.

She took a few sips in panic and had no choice but to stay here again.

"I, I'll go back first." He Yue hurriedly put down the cup and said goodbye to him. Qiu Qing'an suddenly brought her to the door.

"Okay, I'll go down by myself." She whispered, Qiu Qing'an had already taken the key and was ready to go out.

"The alley is dark, I'll take you to the side of the road."

This building is very old and the stairs are narrow. If you accidentally encounter a narrow arm, your arms will hit the wall.

Qiu Qing'an walked behind her, and only the footsteps of the two of them were heard in the whole building. He Yue's panic was slowly calmed down.

Maybe the night gave her the courage, the space alone was too tempting, and in the narrow corridor, it seemed that they were the only one left in the whole world.

Heyue asked softly: "Do you live alone?"

"Um."

"That...other..."

"I live with my mother. She died in a car accident some time ago." Qiu Qing'an said concisely. He Yue felt that the air became weak in an instant, and the suffocation squeezed her chest.

"I'm sorry." Without thinking, these three words blurted out. The air was quiet, and in a moment, the harmony aggravated the tone again, almost repeating every word.

"sorry."
To be continued...