Chapter 68 Night

“Are you okay?” Anting asked with concern.

Song Ci ignored her posture and just made a somewhat painful sound, saying weakly: "I'm sorry, wait a minute, I bumped my elbow and I'm a little paralyzed. I can't stand up temporarily. I’ll wait for ten seconds.”

It’s normal.

I accidentally bumped my elbow or something, and was instantly paralyzed.

An Ting didn’t urge him. He was paralyzed. Why did he urge him? Maybe he was afraid that his breath would blow into the other person’s face. He turned his face to the side in a gentlemanly manner and looked at the wind and rain outside. Yu, jokingly said: "If you are afraid of the dark, you are afraid of the dark. Why are you so proud..."

Being afraid of the dark is not something to be ashamed of.

Weakness is an inevitable moment for everyone.

"I want you to take care of it..."

Song Ci did not deny it.

Although she presented a perfect image in school, she was very aware of her own problems - she was afraid of the dark and ghosts, was timid, insecure, competitive, and very proud.

Completely not cute.

"Just be yourself at home." Anting said slowly: "You don't need to be afraid of the dark, and you don't need to be afraid of ghosts. Anyway, as long as I am here, the ghosts will be afraid of me."

Song Ci was so unhappy at first, but suddenly he burst into laughter.

"Pfft, you... hate gods and ghosts, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Even ghosts are afraid of me. He successfully made Song Ci laugh, and his originally uneasy heart calmed down.

The boy looks annoying, and is actually very annoying, but it is undeniable that he can always give people a sense of security inadvertently, and mudslides seem to be able to protect people from wind and rain.

　"Let this be the case for the time being."

 Anting caught the strange word, "What is temporary?"

"Didn't I say it? , after my mother and Uncle An’s wedding, I moved back to the community, so it’s temporary.”

This was Song Ci’s plan, she planned to move back to the community after the wedding.

It’s not a deliberate pressure on the young man, but a way of telling him that it’s always good to say hello in advance, which is better than leaving without saying a word.

"Oh..." Hearing this, Anting looked thoughtful, but did not refute.

About a minute later.

Song Ci felt the numbness in her arms fade away and was about to stand up from the boy.

The waist had just exerted its strength and the upper body was raised a little. Unexpectedly, Naite happened to pass by and accidentally bumped into Song Ci, causing her to fall down again.

Inadvertently, the spring flap seemed to encounter another touch of cold softness.

This is not a kiss, just a touch that is only superficial.

The spring of summer is not as dry as autumn and winter, but there is a trace of moisture.

When touching, it is inevitable that there will be some blending.

Perhaps it was because the boy had eaten strawberries and tasted a little sweet strawberry flavor.

Just when Song Ci fell into a brief sluggish state, Anting looked calm and calm, looked at the white shadow, it was Naite, and cursed: "Bullshit!"< br />
“Why are you scolding my nanny?!”

The Anting people were dumbfounded, “You were hit by a dog, and I scolded it for you, but you still called me ?”

“But... you can’t scold it!”

In Song Ci’s mind, Naite is a member of the family.

Anting was completely defeated and complained: "A dog-type girl..."

"You are a dog-type girl!"

In one In this bickering state, Song Ci didn't care so much about what happened just now, and stood up naturally from the young man, as if nothing had happened just now.

Only the coldness left on the lips hints at the charm that happened long ago.

Sometimes, Song Ci consciously or unconsciously senses Anting’s high emotional intelligence.

It seems to make no sense, but in fact it is of a high rank.

He just suddenly scolded Naite, which perfectly avoided the embarrassment.

This young man occasionally gives people a sense of detachment, as if he is a passerby who does not belong to this time and space. Unfortunately, this feeling is fleeting and returns to normal quickly.

An Ting’s duality of gods and ghosts.

The only thing that is certain is that this boy is a genius. In three months, he has gone from being at the bottom of his class to being the top scorer in the high school entrance examination. No one dares to say that he is not a genius.

At the same time, Anting silently walked aside and picked up the mobile phone that fell on the ground.

During this period, he turned his back to Song Ci and subconsciously touched his lips. There was a sultry feeling in his heart, and he looked at the closed floor-to-ceiling glass window.

When there is a typhoon, it is normal to close the doors and windows, but there is also a power outage, and there are no fans or air conditioners.

It’s the height of summer in July.

"It's so stuffy..."

It's so stuffy, so stuffy.People feel hot and their heart beats faster.

　……

A power outage is an emergency.

There is no preparation at home, no extra candles, only half a pack of candles. They are birthday cake candles, not serious white candles. One candle may not last twenty minutes. , and a flashlight that is not fully charged.

The phone’s battery is running low.

I don’t know how long the power outage will last. It’s windy and rainy outside, and it’s inconvenient to run to a small store.

If there is no call tonight, half a pack of birthday candles and a flashlight will last all night, and it is only eight o'clock...

In order to save candles, neither Anting nor Song Ci Go back to your room, but in the living room on the third floor, light a candle and sit on the same sofa.

Our home is a 1+2+3 sofa, why do we sit on the same sofa?

Since only one candle is lit, the light is concentrated in one place. If you sit too far away, it will be bad for your eyes.

Song Ci transformed into a literary girl, holding a book and sitting there, peaceful and beautiful. This was her biggest hobby - reading.

I heard Aunt Song say that Song Ci had learned several musical instruments, but they were all used as a hobby to cultivate his temperament, not for development in that area.

Anting held a small notebook and a pen, silently thinking about opening a store.

Aunt Song and Song Ci didn’t know about Anting’s business venture.

Anting doesn’t plan to tell anyone. As of now, only Dad, Brother Chuan and Gu Xueli know about this.

There is no intention to advertise it widely.

He has a cold temperament and a low profile. He doesn’t want to become a talking point for others. No matter whether he succeeds or fails, if a 15-year-old junior high school student starts a business, once it is known, it will inevitably be discussed every day. He I don’t want to be like that, I just want to live without restraint.

Again, entrepreneurship only increases the error tolerance rate in life.

He has never thought about changing the world, he just doesn’t want to be changed by the world.

When Anting was thinking about opening a store, Song Ci's eyes were originally focused on the book, but they quietly moved and fell on the young man's lips.

Those lips are moderately thick, light red, and glowing with water.

A very interesting detail. On normal days, someone as smart as Song Ci might have guessed about starting a business from the details in Anting’s notebook; unfortunately, at this moment,, she has more things to care about.

That was my first time, how could I not care?

However.

No matter how rich the inner drama is, it cannot be expressed.

This is Song porcelain.

Implicit, restrained, rational, and proud.

　……

It’s half past eight in the evening.

It was still raining heavily outside, at least there would be no lightning or thunder. Father An and Aunt Song had decided not to go home tonight. An Ting was also hungry, so he stood up.

As soon as he stood up, Song Ci, who had been reading with great interest, quickly raised his puppy ears and a pair of delicate almond eyes. Although they were a little wandering, his gaze was always that of a boy.

She was afraid that Anting would go too far and was a little scared to be alone in the living room.

Anting was amused by her reaction. He had never noticed this girl was so cute before, so he took the initiative and said, "Don't worry, I'm just going to the kitchen on the second floor to cook something to eat."

"Oh..." Having said this, Song Ci asked again: "What are you cooking for dinner?"

"What can I do for dinner?"

"Well... then I'll go downstairs with you."

An Ting: "."

Seeing Anting speechless, Song Ci argued: "An Ting, it turns out that after humans lose power, , It’s such a terrible scene.”

Anting couldn’t laugh or cry, and said: “Song Ci, don’t escalate your personal fear of the dark to the whole of mankind, okay?”

Song Ci bit her lip, feeling guilty and silent.

 Immediately afterwards.

The two held candles and walked from the third floor to the second floor to the kitchen. They opened the frozen refrigerator and found some lean meat, mushrooms and cured meat.

There was no electricity, so the rice cooker couldn’t be used and couldn’t cook cured rice. The gas stove had a built-in battery and could still be used. The best solution was to cook noodles. He looked at Song Ci and said, “I’ll give it to you next. Eat?”

After saying that, he felt there was an ambiguity and changed his words: “I’ll cook some noodles for you to eat.”

Song Ci didn’t know why the young man changed his words, but He asked: "Does your down there taste delicious?"

Anting didn't have any bad taste this time, it was just a slip of the tongue. Unexpectedly, the girl was led astray by him and was too lazy to drive, so he just said: "Well, It's delicious."

"Oh..."

Actually...

In the early months of getting along, Song Ci knew one thing The thing - that is... on Bauhinia StreetAmong them, An's father's cooking skills are the best, followed by Anting, and the Song family's mother and daughter's cooking skills are average.

Song Ci really only knows how to steam...

Aunt Song, maybe not as good as Song Ci.

Then...

Song Ci’s fear of the dark is beyond the boy’s expectation. It may not only be related to the darkness, but also to the lightning and thunder outside. I’ll give it to you suddenly. Flash.

While Anting was cooking noodles, Song Ci stayed in the kitchen, following behind, watching the boy eagerly.

An Ting was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her, so he randomly picked a topic and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, the cook Boys... do have a bit of charm."

An Ting was shameless and replied: "You are wrong. It has nothing to do with not being able to cook. A handsome person like me can even shovel shit. "

"Narcissistic."

While waiting for the noodles to be cooked, Anting was half concerned and half joking, saying: "You look like this... I used to be alone at home. What should we do if we encounter the same thunderstorm?”

“Hide under the covers, put on headphones, and pretend to be dead!”

Having said that, thunderstorm + power outage , this is a rare situation. When Song Ci grew up to fifteen years old, he tried it once or twice and endured it for a while.

If there was no Anting tonight, she would still be able to survive, and no one would die anyway.

It’s just...him being here is better than being alone.

Just as the noodles were about to be cooked, Anting washed two bowls, filled two bowls of noodles, brought chopsticks and spoons, and came to the living room with Song Ci.

“Let’s try my cooking skills.” After sitting down, Anting said with a smile.

"I've said it many times, I am the sister, you are just a stinky brother." Before he finished speaking, Anting picked up a piece of cured meat and handed it to Song Ci's mouth.

Seeing Song Ci unmoved.

An Ting said quickly: "Hey, eh... I can't hold it anymore. If it falls, it will fall. If it falls, it will be a waste."

Upon hearing this, I felt sad Song Ci, who was educated on food conservation, opened her lips and took the bacon in her mouth without thinking.

Seeing this, Anting laughed out loud.

Song Ci realized that she had been tricked. Although she was very unhappy, she still accepted the fact that she wanted to eat the noodles under the other party, and just ate the noodles silently.

After taking the first bite of the noodles, she was still a little surprised, and her eyes lit up, "It has a taste that I cannot cook."

Anting rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Put in some abalone juice, and the slippers will be delicious."

Song Ci: "Vulgar..."

The two of them have not forgotten it. Naite, this guy is a ferocious carnivore. He doesn't eat noodles, so he can only give it some lean meat and bacon.

That’s it.

A candle, two people, and a dog, spending a night without power.