blenderwars Chapter 61 He at the same table is a top student
Chapter 61 He at the same table is a top student
Although it was the plane at eleven o'clock in the morning, Yao Zhibei woke up very early.
He kissed the sleeping young man next to him, the dark circles in Feng Ye's eyes and the marks on his shoulders showed how messed up yesterday was.
The ambiguous atmosphere was still covered under the blanket, exuding warm moisture.
Yao Zhibei finally controlled his desire, stroked his forehead pitifully, and got up.
He went out to pay off all the remaining debts, and bought Feng Ye's favorite soup dumplings and seaweed soup downstairs by the way.
After returning home, Feng Ye had already woken up, and the moment Yao Zhibei got up, he woke up, smelling the other person's unique smell on the pillow, waiting for the countdown to death.
It stands to reason that he would not leave the moment he finished the task, in the past he would have waited for a few days, just in time to send Yao Zhibei away first.
001 sensed Feng Ye's emotions, and he hasn't spoken out for a long time since the mission progress was completed.
Feng Ye lay on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and was still in a daze when he heard 001 report that the task was completed. He buried his cheeks in the soft pillow and took a deep breath.
I don't know why, but the smell on Yao Zhibei's pillow is much better than that of the same shampoo and body wash.
"Very sleepy? Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Yao Zhibei pulled back the quilt, allowing Feng Ye to expose his head.
When he lowered his head, Feng Ye just grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips: "Let Young Master Feng take a sweet bite."
Yao Zhibei kissed back with a low smile, entangled her lips and teeth for a long time before getting up.
The good morning kiss had a lot of stamina, Feng Ye was afraid that the trouble would be endless, so he sat up and put on his clothes: "I won't sleep anymore, what did you buy that smells so good?"
"Soup dumplings and kelp bone soup." Yao Zhibei handed the clothes on the hanger to Feng Ye, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, "Don't turn it so low after I'm gone, I caught a cold last year."
"Yeah." Feng Ye nodded copingly, "It's a pity that there is no teacher Yao to warm the bed."
Feng Ye didn't eat much breakfast, and as soon as he went out, the scorching sun above his head was stronger than Haicheng's, making him dizzy for a while.
"What's wrong?" Yao Zhibei noticed that Feng Ye's face was very ugly, and turned around to help him block the sun.
Feng Ye shook his head, suppressed his discomfort, and stuffed a fruit candy into his mouth: "It's okay, some low blood sugar."
Yao Zhibei frowned, and pulled Feng Ye to stop a taxi by the side of the road.
Feng Ye was puzzled: "Didn't you go by car?"
"I'm worried that you won't be able to drive back when you're like this." Yao Zhibei stuffed Feng Ye in, "Master, please go to Chengbei Airport."
When the two arrived at the airport, Yao Zhibei went to check-in first, and when he came back, he asked Feng Ye if he was hungry.
Feng Ye shook his head: "I just finished breakfast, do you think I'm a pig?"
"If you're a pig, I don't have to worry about it. Pigs are not picky eaters." Yao Zhibei rubbed his head, "Are you still dizzy?"
"I'm not dizzy anymore." Because I started to feel a dull pain.
Feng Ye sent him to the security checkpoint, hugged Yao Zhibei and bit his lower lip, leaving a bright red tooth mark, hugged for a long time but didn't speak.
There are parting scenes at the airport every day, and the emotion of reluctance is exaggerated to the extreme by the noisy lobby. Except for the occasional surprise, no one casts too much eyes on the couple.
He was just about to let go, but Yao Zhibei grabbed him into his arms, "You don't want to say anything to me?"
"Say something?"
"For example——" Yao Zhibei lowered his head and stared intently at Feng Ye, "For example, study hard, keep in touch frequently, and learn to reject suitors."
"You obviously want to tell me," Feng Ye smiled lowly, "Then you should study hard, keep in touch frequently, and stay away from pretty brothers and sisters."
"it is good."
Before the words finished, Feng Ye felt a chill on the back of his neck, he lowered his head in astonishment, a necklace and a platinum ring fell between his collarbone.
"I'm locked up." Yao Zhibei rubbed Feng Ye's earlobe in satisfaction, and showed him the same ring on his finger, "This kind of time is not suitable for a marriage proposal, wait for me to come back and put it on for you myself."
The refreshing coolness on the skin was slowly melted by the body temperature, Feng Ye held Yao Zhibei's face and kissed it fiercely, and he reluctantly let go until the third boarding announcement sounded.
"Wait for me." Feng Ye whispered, his dark eyes were flickered by the light from the big screen at the airport, and thousands of unspoken meanings were deeply buried.
Feng Ye leaned against the charging pole next to the security checkpoint, watching that tall figure disappearing before his eyes little by little, a strong dizziness suddenly struck, accompanied by severe pain in his head.
He supported the pillar and stabilized his figure. He suddenly felt something warm pass by his chin. He lowered his head, just in time to see a drop of vermilion blood falling on the ring, seeping into the delicately carved pattern. .
"Call security! Someone has fainted!"
Suddenly there were several screams in the distance, Yao Zhibei had just put his ID card into his pocket, and looked back as if feeling something.
"Sir, you can't pass people here! Sir!"
Yao Zhibei will never forget the scene in front of him for the rest of his life. His eye sockets were reddened by the glaring blood, he hugged the young man, his temple felt like a needle prick.
It seemed like something was about to come out.
"Feng Ye, Feng Ye!"
The hospital is not far from the airport, and Yao Zhibei was sent to the ICU before he had time to sort out his thoughts.
He stood at the door of the ward with a gloomy face.
Feng Mingrui arrived at seven o'clock in the evening, and after learning about the situation, he sat down on the bench weakly, and when he raised his head, it was already covered with tears.
Feng Ye's mother passed away because of a terminal illness. There is no cure for this disease.
The two men sat and stood, but looked at each other silently. They only prayed for a miracle to happen, and the people in the ward could wake up safely.
The hospital issued three critical illness notices in a row. It was already dawn when the doctor came out of the emergency room, and the morning light shone in from the hospital's transparent blue windows, shining brightly, but it was cool on people's bodies.
Yao Zhibei's luck seemed to be gone overnight, he couldn't wait for the young man he loved the most after all.
Feng Ye's funeral was on an ordinary Saturday. His relatives and friends were all present, lamenting sporadically in front of his tombstone. There was only the sound of wind blowing leaves in the cemetery.
It's not a cloudy day, on the contrary it's sunny.
Such fine weather was not in any sense suitable for a funeral.
Like that warm morning, it was not in any sense fit for a death.
The inscription of the name is covered with golden paint, which is obviously a color representing vitality, but it is used to mark death.
Yao Zhibei saw an unidentifiable evil ghost sitting on the tombstone and laughing.
Is it true that some people are doomed to lose as soon as they meet, even if the sun is scorching hot, everything is too good to be a sign of tragedy.
Yao Zhibei suddenly remembered that the first time he met Feng Ye when he was 17 years old, it was also a sunny day.
It was September when the cicadas were singing, the sun was bright and hot, like a half-naked female model in a pornographic magazine, it made my mouth dry and sweaty.
Yao Zhibei opened the light blue bedroom door, and the unruly boy had plaster casts on his hands and feet, evoking a cynical smile.
"Student Yao, hello."