Shi Yin got off the elevator, sat on the marble steps in front of the hospital, and looked at the people in hospital gowns in the small garden in front.

The patients here are generally mentally ill and unable to move alone, and are surrounded by three or two nurses or caregivers.

Shi Yin saw a beautiful girl in her twenties who looked to be about the same age as her, squatting on the grass, pulling a piece of grass and stuffing it into her mouth.

The nurse next to her quickly pulled her up: "Oh, you can't eat this."

The beautiful girl raised her head, blinked, and looked at her seriously: "Don't you see the nectar here? I'm collecting nectar."

The little nurse patiently held her hand: "You took away the bees' food. What do the bees eat?"

"Am I not a bee? I eat honey."

"No, you want to eat rice."

The two people walked away.

Shi Yin watched the slender figure wearing a pink and white striped hospital gown being led by someone and disappearing in a bound.

It is indeed a very comfortable place, carefree and without so many distractions.

Who would want to be sober if they can be a fool?

After waiting for almost half an hour, Shi Yin hugged his knees and was about to fall asleep, when he was suddenly patted on the head.

She raised her head and saw Gu Congli standing in front of her, looking down at her.

Shi Yin smiled, raised her hand to hold his hand: "You're here."

He pursed his lips and said, "How long have you been sitting there?"

She tilted her head and thought for a while: "I don't know, it didn't take long. Auntie went to bed and I came out."

Gu Congli held her hand. The early spring weather had not yet fully warmed up, and the marble countertop was cold, so the little girl's fingers were cold.

Gu Congli wrapped her little hand completely, and Shi Yin stood up, stamped his numb feet, jumped on the spot twice, and then raised his head: "Do you want to go up and take a look?"

Gu Congli changed his appearance, pulled her other hand over, stuffed it into the pocket of his windbreaker, and walked out: "I'll come back tomorrow."

Shi Yin hesitated for a moment, put her hand in his coat pocket, pinched his fingertips: "Gu Congli."

"Um?"

"I think you should have a nice chat with auntie someday."

Gu Congli lowered his eyes and glanced at her: "What's wrong?"

"Hey," Shi Yin scratched his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that if you have a chance to talk, Auntie will feel better."

Gu Congli said nothing.

The two got into the car, and just when Shi Yin thought he couldn't speak, he said calmly: "Well, okay."

Shi Yin didn't sit in the passenger seat this time, and it would take an hour to drive from here to the city. She ran to the back seat, pulled off the car pillow, put it with her coat on the window frame as a pillow, and sat horizontally in the back.

Get ready for a nap.

He leaned back in his seat. She thought for a while and finally told him: "I seem to have met my uncle today. When I came, he had just come out of the ward."

Gu Congli raised her lips slightly: "Then my mother should be very happy."

Shi Yin said nothing.

She thought of the man she saw a few hours ago. He was in a suit and leather shoes. He was meticulous and his eyes were dark. He seemed to be wearing some kind of X-ray when he looked at people. He was so cold and inhumane.

But when he smiled, gentleness suddenly covered his eyebrows.

The contrast is too great. This uncertain and divided feeling is a bit similar to Gu Congli.

No, it still doesn’t look like it.

Gu Congli is much gentler. Even when he is not smiling, he is still a gentle and lonely person.

Shi Yin suddenly squinted his eyes, held the backrest of the driver's seat in front with both hands, and leaned through the gap in the middle.

Gu Congli noticed her movement and turned around.

The little girl was already in front of his head, her soft lips came up to give him a kiss.

Gu Congli was stunned for a moment.

By the time he reacted, Shi Yin had already rushed back and sat down, yawned, shrank his shoulders, leaned into his seat, and closed his eyes peacefully.

She has a regular schedule at home. Shi's father and Shi's mother get up early, and Shi's mother wants to lift her quilt when they get together. Shi Yin gets up at around seven o'clock in the morning for several days in a row, which is seriously inconsistent with her usual wake-up time.

, it was nap time, and I started yawning as soon as I got in the car.

Halfway through the car, Gu Congli turned around and saw her sleeping with her head tilted against the glass window. He locked the car door, pulled his coat next to him and covered her.

The collar rubbed against her chin, which made her feel a little itchy. Shi Yin wrinkled her nose, muttered and turned her head away, raised her hand to scratch her chin, and retracted half of her head into the windbreaker jacket, covering it up to the tip of her nose.

Gu Congli raised the temperature of the air conditioner a little higher.

Shi Yin finished handing in the manuscript and took a short break.

After this period of busy work, the illustration manuscript was handed in, and she lived a five-to-nine life - going to bed at five o'clock every morning.

Compared to Gu Congli, she really looks like an idle stay-at-home guy.

Shi Yin rejected Gu Congli's invitation for the third time to encourage her to move to his house to live with him. Gu Congli simply didn't ask her to go and came directly to her house, one, three, five, two, four, six, every two or three days.

He stayed at her house for two or three days, and each time he brought a set of clothes and some things. Within a few days, his things were everywhere.

The small bedroom she rented, which was less than 20 square meters, was filled to the brim with things for the two of them. Fortunately, Gu Congli loved to be clean, and he now did all the housework at home.

Although it seems that he did it before.

Shi Yin originally thought that Gu Congli only did the things that the editor-in-chief wanted to do. Only when they were together did he realize that he had so many things.

There is even a company that is opened in partnership with a friend from college, and she handles some decision-making matters.

Shi Yin confirmed that she was indeed like an idle squatter, which made her a little disappointed. She originally thought that with the dead salary of a comic editor, she earned more than Gu Congli. If she earned more, she would have more say.

, she is the one who has the final say at home.

It turned out that it wasn't the case, and he still had a small side job.

One night, Shi Yin truly expressed her dissatisfaction. When Gu Congli was leaning on the bed with his notebook in his arms and typing on the keyboard, she climbed onto the bed on hands and knees, pulled out his computer, and put it aside.

Gu Congli raised his eyes.

Shi Yin sat on him, raised her hands to hold his face, and asked him to look at her: "Why do you have so much work?"

Gu Congli's face was slightly deformed when she held it, but this did not affect his cold expression at all: "It's okay."

Shi Yin's hand became stronger: "You beg me to live with you every day just to let me watch you work?"

Gu Congli raised his eyebrows slightly: "I have to restrain myself, your body is swollen."

"..."

Shi Yin blushed.

"Pervert." She scolded him.

Gu Congli smiled softly, raised his hand, and held her in his arms. Shi Yin tilted her head and pressed it against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Beating steadily, beat by beat, powerfully.

She lay on top of him, like a well-behaved kitten, and called him softly: "Gu Congli."

"Um."

"Don't do so much work in the future. If you make so much money, I won't have a sense of accomplishment."

Gu Congli lifted up a strand of her long hair, wrapped it around her fingertips, and asked obediently: "Huh? Why don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

Shi Yin raised her head, rested her chin on his chest, and raised her eyes to look at him: "The one in the family who is sure to make money is more effective in speaking. If you are too rich, then you will not listen to me in the future."

Gu Congli obviously didn't quite understand her brain circuit, and paused slightly: "In your family, who makes the decision, uncle or aunt."

Shi Yin thought for a while: "My mother."

"Who listens to whom?"

"My dad listens to my mom."

"Then who earns more."

"My Father."

Gu Congli patted her head: "Then the same goes for us."

Shi Yin was silent for a moment, resting her head on his chest, and said, "That's different. My dad is stupid, but you are not stupid. Of course I can't scheme against you."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to tug his ear.

He always likes to pull her ears.

His fingers must have some kind of magic power. Every time he stretched out his hand, it felt numb and itchy. Shi Yin once secretly tugged it on himself, making his ears turn red. It was not that unspeakable.

a feeling of.

Shi Yin pinched his thin earlobe with her fingertips, rubbed it, then moved up along the auricle, and tugged at the tip of his ear.
To be continued...