During the Snowstorm

Chapter 22: The Great Tide of Time (4)

Yin Guo immediately took his left hand: "Have a fever?"

Not hot, okay, okay.

My heart was stuffy, and I panicked: "Is it serious? Have you seen a doctor? Or did you buy medicine and take it yourself?"

Yin Guo took out his cell phone: "Tell me by typing, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Lin Yiyang followed Yin Guo's instructions, unlocked it, looked for the phone memo, and stopped again. He originally thought that he should be more serious and reserved, but the softness and warmth on the back of his hand made him stunned. never mind.

As soon as his right arm exerted force, he hugged Yin Guo, holding one arm tightly in front of him.

With his left hand on her head, let her rest on his shoulder.

He bowed his head, and said in a hoarse voice beside her face and above her ears: It's okay, it's okay.

He was almost completely speechless, and when he said these words, it fell to the bottom of his heart. From the time of buying the ticket, to changing to the subway, waiting for the train, and taking the bus, six hours passed. No, five days have passed.

I really wanted to see him, and finally I did.

Yin Guo's nose hit his collarbone, and he hugged him tightly, all he could smell was the scent of his body. Well, Lin Yiyang's taste. She remembered that Zheng Yi said that whether a man has self-discipline depends on whether he smells good when he takes off his clothes... Through the coat, he can't smell it, at least it doesn't stink...

The mind is messed up.

"You didn't tell me, you didn't tell me today, you didn't tell me two days ago." I was so distressed.

He pressed his face to her forehead: alright, alright, stop talking.

Pure tiredness, muscle soreness, joint pain, loss of voice in the throat, and weakened immunity cause the whole body to feel wrong. The first two days were the worst, I couldn't get up, but today is much better.

I didn't go to New York this week. First, it was because I was ill, and the accumulated things had to be done today. Second, although it was caused by overwork, it was also really sick, people were uncomfortable, and her face was not good, for fear that she would see that it would affect the mood of the game.

I never thought that the silly girl would come as soon as she said it, without saying hello.

A girl came for a long distance for him, or did something that seemed persevering, seemed to give everything, and seemed to touch the whole world.

But she was different, Yin Guo was different, and it was different from the beginning.

The heart is moved first, and the pursuit is also his first pursuit. Today, she crossed hundreds of kilometers and rushed over to see herself before the competition... but her voice was hoarse, what a big deal.

He patted her on the back: go.

He clearly said he was leaving, but he didn't let go or move.

"Where?" she asked in a low voice, moving her lips, and then hurriedly said, "I ate on the train."

She has already figured out Lin Yiyang's fault. She loves to invite people to dinner, so she must endorse it as soon as possible - not hungry.

He put his arms around her, turned on the phone, and typed a line for her in the memo: Have you booked a hotel?

She shook her head.

He continued typing: Where do you want to live? take you there.

She didn't come to experience the big hotels in Washington.

"Don't be in a hurry," she said. "It's not peak season, it should be easy to book."

Lin Yiyang typed a line in front of her again: Want to stroll around the night scene?

She rubbed her lower back and shook her head: "I can't walk, my back hurts from sitting. Go to your house."

I want to know the trajectory of his life.

Unlike New York, this is where he has lived for almost three years. Before getting to know Lin Yiyang, this place was a city with many landmarks and museums to her. She had planned to visit them one by one when she had time.

But now, she has lost interest in those, and wants to see the street and apartment where he lives, and even a tree at the door of the apartment is more attractive to her than the White House.

"Inconvenient?" She found that Lin Yiyang didn't agree immediately.

It's not inconvenient, it's just that there's nothing to do.

Yin Guo waited depressed for a long time, but without answering, he gently hit his leg with his knee: "Speak."

He typed in the memo:

I was thinking, the bed was a mess.

All right, what do you do with the bed.

"It's normal to be messy. Men's beds...the rooms are quite messy."

Although Lin Yiyang is a normal man, he will have unreasonable thoughts on the girl he likes, but the words just now are really not aimed at that. He typed out another line and handed it to her:

I don't want to do anything with you, just go and understand.

Very good, originally very simple, want to understand his life.

A successful transition is whether or not to do something there.

He was calm, put Yin Guo's club barrel on his right shoulder, and led her out of Union Station.

On the way, Yin Guo took him and typed carefully on his mobile phone, learning about all the illnesses. In order to reassure her, Lin Yiyang showed her the WeChat messages he sent to his classmates, which contained photos of them helping to buy medicines.

In addition to VC is throat moisturizing. No fever, no cold, no big deal.

Lin Yiyang's rented apartment is quite far from the school. The school is in a wealthy area. The rent is too expensive to live in, and the school dormitory is also unaffordable. He and a classmate with similar family conditions shared an apartment in a remote place and bought a second-hand bicycle, which he usually rides when he goes to school.

He took Yin Guo into the apartment without turning on the light. Yin Guo took a step forward, his knee hit a giant object, and he cried out in pain. When the light was turned on, I saw a half-person-height courier box placed beside the door.

The restaurant light was broken, and a white light came out from Lin Yiyang's phone.

She rubbed her knees and saw the box clearly in the light: "Yours?"

Lin Yiyang shook his head, not yet when he left in the morning.

"Your roommate's? It's not fragile, right?" She was worried about looking for tags up and down, for fear that she would kick the outsider's things and make Lin Yiyang a bad person. The tag said wooden spliced furniture. Fortunately, it was not fragile. .

The living room is so small that it cannot be called a living room. It is just an open kitchen with a dining table.

One person can stand between the dining table and the sink.

There is also a distance between the dining table and the apartment door, so the express box is placed there, filling the aisle visually. To the left of the restaurant is a long and narrow corridor with a bathroom, and further inside is a room.

Yin Guo looked to the right, and there was a sliding door connected to the restaurant, which was probably also a room.

"Which one is yours?" she asked softly.

Lin Yiyang pointed to the sliding door.

Yin Guo looked at the sliding door again. A door like this is basically not soundproof, right?

Lin Yiyang pushed the courier box aside, next to the dining table, so that the door would be clean. He pushed open the door, revealing the full view of the room. Do you have ten square meters? most.

On the left side of the room is the bed, a wide double bed pulled out from the sofa, occupying half of the space.

In the middle is a coffee table-style plastic table, and there are two plastic boxes under the table for sundries.

In the right corner of the room, there are two windows, and there is a simple IKEA-style cabinet beside the window. The upper part is an open bookcase, and the lower part is several cabinets, Yin Guochai, where clothes are stored.

The rest of the space was full when she and Lin Yiyang stood side by side.

She finally understood that the reason he said "the bed was messy" was because there were no chairs and tables in the room, no place to put a sofa, and no place for a small beanbag.

When guests come, they can only sit on the bed, or open the sliding door and let the guests sit at the dining table.

Lin Yiyang entered the door, turned on the light first, placed Yin Guo's club beside the cabinet, and started to clean up the bed.

The bed was quite messy, with books and clothes.

He was sick two days ago and was in no mood to take care of it, and it has been piled up to this day.

He is still considering whether to change the sheets.

The room across the corridor was opened, and a buddy who woke up came out. He walked forward in a daze, and said hello to Lin Yiyang. When he entered the bathroom, he realized that something was wrong, so he backed out and looked at Yin Guo in surprise.

Yin Guo was stared furiously, and waved his hand friendly: "Hi."

He stood there, his expression changed very richly, and finally grinned, strode forward, and stretched out his right hand excitedly, wanting to shake hands with Yin Guo: "Lin's sister?"

Yin Guo shook his head, feeling the other party's excessive enthusiasm, and his heart fluttered.

The roommate smelled something wrong and became more excited: "Girlfriend, right? Girlfriend?"

He and Lin Yiyang had known each other for almost three years. It was the first time that he saw a woman who was alive, and was brought into this house by Lin Yiyang.

Lin Yiyang probably disliked this buddy for being too enthusiastic, implying that Yin Guo was very tired and wanted to rest, so he closed the sliding door by the way.

Definitely not soundproof.

His roommate kept trying to speak in a low voice, but she heard it clearly, it was all the peach-colored lace from Lin Yiyang's past. From a certain classmate, I heard a certain senior sister, I heard a certain undergraduate classmate, heard it... Suddenly there was no sound. presumably blocked.

Yin Guo is sour, and it doesn't look right.

Hearing that there was no sound outside, I wanted to go to the bathroom, so I opened the door.

The scene that catches my eye is-

The buddy was pulling open the plastic locker standing in the corner, and took out colorful small paper bags, various colors and various functions. The overly enthusiastic roommate thought that Lin Yiyang would not prepare this, and happily shared his personal belongings with him.

And Lin Yiyang was opening the orange cabinet at the top and took out a storage box, with his back to his roommate and Yin Guo, he didn't see anything.

He heard the door open and looked back at Yin Guo.

The roommate has closed the drawer. In fact, according to his values, it's nothing, it's just scientific contraception, but Orientals are shy, he still understands this.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Yin Guo said to Lin Yiyang, her face flushed.

Lin Yiyang was completely inexplicable. Seeing Yin Guo go in, his roommate immediately opened the drawer again, grabbed a handful and put it on the dining table. By the way, he silently pressed one of the purple bags with one finger, slid across most of the dining table, and stopped in front of Lin Yiyang.

The other party strongly recommended it with his eyes, this is good, girls like it.

Lin Yiyang put the plastic storage box on the dining table, and forced his voice to ask: What are you excited about?

Yin Guo came out of the bathroom, and the living room was empty.

She walked forward quietly, and all of a sudden, she kicked the courier box again, and it was the same place... It must be blue. She lame two steps and opened the door.

Lin Yiyang just changed the sheets.

She walked in and closed the door with her backhand. It's a small enclosed space, the door is closed, the window is open, and that's the only place where the air flows...

Lin Yiyang pointed to the bed, meaning: I can only sit there and feel wronged.

Yin Guo sat down silently.

A large section of the cold field.

Lin Yiyang had nowhere to stay and leaned against the sliding door. The joints hurt, so I didn't stand for a while, I had to change my posture, but seeing Yin Guo so uncomfortable, I didn't think about sitting next to her.

"You're still sick..." She saw Lin Yiyang's discomfort, "Sit comfortably."

She patted her side, the edge of the bed.

Lin Yiyang couldn't bear to stand for a long time, so he came to her side and took a seat.

"I was in the room just now, and it was very clear to hear you talking, is it not soundproof?" she asked softly.

He nodded.

Not to mention standing in the restaurant, even across the corridor, he has heard live-action movies with surround sound.

"Anyway, you can't speak, we WeChat?"

Lin Yiyang took her mobile phone and connected it to wifi.

Side by side, legs next to legs, sitting beside the bed chatting on WeChat, it's really a unique love experience in the world.

The curtains were half closed, blown by the night wind, and they were blown up and down.

She smelled a faint scent of burning candles in the room. This is what Lin Yiyang just went out to look for. Wu Wei came back and brought a scented candle that he said was bought from the island, scented with coconut. He felt that he was still sick, and he was afraid that the room would not smell good. He opened the window, found this, and lit it.

Xiaoguo: The candles you bought?

Lin: Wu Wei's.

Xiaoguo: I also said, why do you like this fragrance, especially...

He was going to put out the candle, leaned up, and was pulled back by Yin Guo.

"I didn't say it smelled bad, it's not like you used it."

Her hand tugged at the sleeve of his jacket.

Lin Yiyang glanced down and wanted to hold her hand before she retracted it. Did not have time.

Across the wooden door, you can hear heavy metal music playing at the other end of the corridor, from the opposite room.

as if intentional.

Yin Guo held the phone and concentrated on chatting.

Xiaoguo: You usually go to class, how do you go?

Lin: Ride a bike.

Xiaoguo: Is it far?

Lin: All right.

Small fruit::)

Xiaoguo: If you want to talk about something, I'm running out of time to talk.

Lin: I'm not talking anymore, I'm tired of typing.

no talking? Are you sitting down?

Lin Yiyang, who was beside him, threw his phone on the coffee table, turned around, found the largest cushion at the foot of the bed, and threw it at the head of the bed. He pointed to it and said, "Go over."

After he finished speaking, he said again: Lying down is comfortable.

Lin Yiyang's eyes betrayed him, of course he didn't just want her to rest.

In his grating, hoarse voice, which had been silenced, Yin Guo's breathing gradually slowed down: "You can't speak even when you lie down. Besides, your voice won't get better for a week, and it may take longer."

He smiled.

Who wants to talk to you?