Chapter 24

  He Shou raised an eyebrow and looked He Song up and down, stroking his chin: "Hmmm, indeed a bit off, but much better than before. Little He Song, with more effort, you can still strive to marry Yuan Zhi."

  He Sheng ignored him and changed the subject: "Aren't you cold?"

  He Guanshu felt uncomfortable again when he mentioned it, moved his neck and said, "It's really a bit, the clothes inside are damp and damp, I'll go home and change my clothes first."

  After finishing speaking, he was blown away by a gust of wind.

  He Sheng returned to the living room, Yuan Zhi was not there, should have gone back to her room. On the coffee table were her homework book and pencil case, at the bottom of the pencil case was a sticky note with Yan Bo's contact information on it.

  After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. He Sheng was actually a bit nervous, as she had never called Yan Bai before.

  It was answered quickly, "Hello."

  "Big Brother Yan!"

  "Ah, He Sheng!" Yan Bochong raised his hand slightly towards the person in front of him, then turned his chair to face the window. "Is there something?"

  "Will you be coming our way recently?"

  "What's wrong?"

  "I have something for you."

  "Hmm..." He glanced at his watch, "I'll make some time to go over there."

  "Good!"

  He hung up the phone and ran to the kitchen, took two bags of chicken legs from the refrigerator, went upstairs to find Yuan Zhi. The door of his bedroom was open, she poked her head in to take a look, there was no one inside, but instead sat on the swing chair on the balcony, like a super large egg shaking and swaying outside.

  He Sheng walked in, and through the glass window, he could be seen intently playing with the handheld game console, which was something he had snatched from He Shou a few days ago. The thing hadn't even been used by its owner yet, but it had already been taken away by him.

  Yuan Zhi heard the sound and glanced at her, but didn't show much expression. He then shifted his gaze, stopped what he was doing, and even stopped playing games, looking outside with a hint of annoyance.

  He Sheng leaned over beside him, bending down to take a peek at him, and Yuan Zhi made a "tsk" sound, saying "You stand back a bit."

  "Chicken drumsticks." He Song waved his hand in front of him, grinning, "Your favorite, I've brought them for you."

  Yuan Zhi didn't even look at her, pushed away her hand, with an attitude of being too lazy to bother with her.

  He Shuang was not annoyed. She had been accustomed to Yuan Zhi's cruelty and was no longer afraid of his cold words. No matter how harsh his words were, he was still good to her.

  "I'll help you open it." She carefully tore the opening of the bag, took out the vacuum-packed chicken leg inside and handed it to Yuan Zhi, coaxing him with a smile: "Here, try some."

  "Cut, I've had it before." Yuan Zhi pouted and muttered under his breath, reluctantly opening his mouth to take a bite of the chicken leg.

  He Sheng suddenly laughed and narrowed his eyes, "Is it delicious?"

  "Not even one bite." Yuan Zhi lowered his head and gnawed on it, the mini chicken leg was small enough to be eaten in one mouthful, soon he glanced at her, nodded his chin, He Sheng stretched out his hand to catch the bone he spat out, and then stuffed another small chicken leg into his mouth.

  Yuan Zhi's mouth was puffed out, his thin lips glistening with oil, and after spitting out the bones again, He Sheng asked, "Do you want more?"

  "No, I'm tired of eating this thing."

  You were just eating so happily! He Sheng speechlessly threw the bones and packaging bag into the trash can, then turned around to leave.

  Yuan Zhi furrowed his brow, "Where are we going?"

  He Sheng stretched out his five fingers and said, "Wash your hands."

  "I'm cold, can you get me a blanket after I finish washing?"

  He Sheng nodded and went out, washed his hands in the bathroom and came out, picked up the blanket on the bed and sent it to him. Yuan Zhi was sitting still, seeing her afterwards lazily said: "You warm up the quilt and then give it to me."

  He Sheng was stunned, how could this be covered up? It's not like they were in a warm bed where they could take off their clothes.

  "What? No way?" Yuan Zhi glared at her and immediately reached out to pull her towards him.

  He Sheng didn't like sitting on this thing, only a thin thread swaying back and forth, afraid that if he wasn't careful, it would break. When Yuan Zhi wanted to pull her to sit together, He Sheng pushed against the ground with his feet and refused to move, looking at Yuan Zhi who seemed about to get angry, stuttering: "Ah, I'll go heat up the bed for you and then send it over."

  "Right here." Yuan Zhi pulled the person, but couldn't budge them at all. He simply jumped down barefoot and pushed the person onto the swing chair with a hug, "You sit there properly for me."

  He Qian's feet were firmly planted on the ground, her hands clutching the quilt tightly due to nervousness. "Why do I have to go up and sit there?!"

  "Cut the nonsense." Yuan Zhi was a man, no matter how you looked at it, and he was slightly older than He Sheng. He had also developed well and was much taller than her. He Sheng was unwillingly pushed to the front of the chair.

  Yuan Zhi pressed her shoulder, and He Sheng sat down. The momentary dizziness made her face show a flustered expression. Yuan Zhi then picked up the blanket on the floor and threw it over her, adjusting it afterwards, "Covered you up, don't catch a chill."

  He also sat down, this big egg-like chair space was not large, two people sat squeezed, He Sheng shrunk his body with one hand holding the edge of the chair, not daring to move.

  Yuan Zhi looked at her with a fresh expression, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, he kicked the chair with his toe. The chair suddenly started swaying back and forth, and He Song's entire body stiffened, his mouth tightly pursed, his wide eyes revealing obvious fear, but still not making a sound.

  Yuan Zhi turned his head and looked at her for a while, and the sudden excitement had miraculously dissipated. He stopped the chair, raised his hand and touched her face, and He Song's neck shrunk back, clearly still in a daze.

  "You're so timid." He muttered to himself, placing his hand on her head and gently pressing down, then sliding it down to her stiff shoulders and giving them a moderate squeeze. "What's there to be afraid of? Even if you fall, I'll still be here, won't I? I definitely won't let you get hurt."

  He Sheng's scalp was numb from being pinched, but he didn't dodge, lowering his head to stare at the carpet pattern in front of him and saying softly, "Actually, I wasn't afraid before either."

  "Get out! Who believes it!"

  "Really!" He Song muttered, looking at him, "When I was a kid, my younger brother played on the swing, and I pushed him from behind. Later, I don't know what happened, but he clearly didn't use much force, yet he flew out, hit his chin, lost teeth, and had a mouthful of blood."

  "How old will you be?"

  "I was six years old, and my brother was three."

  "Has your mom scolded you?"

  "Scolded."

  Yuan Zhi smiled and said, "I expected to be scolded, and I reckon it won't be light."

  He Shuang recalled the crazy look on Qian Zhao Di's face as she held up a kitchen knife, almost cutting herself, and nodded slightly, saying, "Yeah, I went hungry for three more days."

  Yuan Zhi's smile at the corner of his mouth stagnated for a second before he withdrew it, "Three days without eating?"

  "Hmm, only Dàmáo secretly hid a pumpkin for me to eat." As soon as he mentioned Dàmáo, He Shuang's eyes lit up again, and she wasn't even afraid of sitting in the chair that scared her the most. "Dàmáo is so silly, one time when we went to catch frogs, she was fat and ran slowly, then tripped on a big clod of earth and swallowed a frog whole, fortunately she spat it out quickly, otherwise she would have swallowed it, after that she became afraid of frogs."

  These things are far away from He Sheng now, as if they were all in the last life. If you don't think carefully, it's hard to find even a outline.

  Yuan Zhi pulled the quilt over and sat down, inside was already warm with He Sheng's body temperature. The two leaned tightly against each other, he didn't show a hint of smile due to her words, only saying: "Did you often go hungry in the past?"

  "Occasionally, but not often."

  The meeting fell silent, and Yuan Zhi suddenly said: "I'm a bit tired." Then he leaned his head to the side and rested it on He Sheng's weak shoulder, closing his eyes. From He Sheng's angle, his eyelashes were long and curved like small palm fans, dense and soft, as if tempting people to touch them. His fingers couldn't help but scratch the blanket.

  The sky outside the balcony is gray and hazy, with a layer of white snow covering the rooftops in the distance. A few scattered flakes fall from time to time, leaving only a thin layer on the branches of tree trunks. The colors of the world have become fragmented due to the white snow.

  Yuan Zhi moved his body slightly and said in a low voice, "It's really uncomfortable sleeping with someone."

  He Sheng subconsciously turned his head, nibbled a mouthful of hair, soft with a familiar fragrance, and quickly turned back, silently making a few "tsks", "Go back to bed, it's cold, be careful not to catch a chill."

  Yuan Zhi didn't move and lazily said, "I just love staying like this, what's wrong with that?"

  He Sheng helped him pull up his quilt and covered it tightly, "Okay."

  "You should eat more and get a bit fatter, so I can lean on you comfortably."

  "Okay."