Summer is not late, good day is good

Chapter 37

She froze again.

Again, speechless.

It's just that I suddenly covet this night, this month, and I don't want to leave.

Only in this dark night, standing with him, separated by a distance of moonlight...

"Can you sing?" He finally broke the silence.

"I...can't sing very well..." Her throat still felt hard, and it seemed to have the effect of destroying the artistic conception in such an atmosphere...

"Sing a song and listen..."

I don't know if she was bewitched by what he said just now, she cleared her throat and sang a little tune from Jiangnan - "What a Jasmine Flower".

Her voice quality was good, and she was originally a girl from the south of the Yangtze River. She sang softly at this time, and a nostalgic old song had a special flavor.

After singing, she blushed a little.This was the first time she sang alone in front of a boy, and she didn't know how well she sang, so don't wake up the patients in the surrounding wards, thinking it was singing in the middle of the night...

"The branches are full of fragrance and beauty, fragrant and white people praise..." He didn't comment on her singing, but just read these two lines of lyrics, obsessively, as if possessed by a demon.

At the end, he asked again, "Are you from Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

"Yeah!" She nodded habitually, even though he couldn't see anything.

Her Mandarin is not standard, with a southern local accent, and many people know that she is not a local.

But, does Zuo Chenan want to chat with her?Today's him is really different from usual. To be honest, she likes him more now, how calm and gentle he is, and he doesn't blame her for the mistakes she made during the day...

He turned around slowly, his expression could not be seen clearly under the thin moonlight, only his voice became more stiff, "Come and help me!"

"Oh!" She hurried in, stabilizing his arm with one hand, and holding his palm with the other.

His fingers are long and thin, and his palms are thin, always carrying a slight coolness, especially at night like this, when he has stood in front of the window for an unknown amount of time, his fingertips are especially cold, as if there is no warmth in this world that can warm him...

She couldn't help clenching her hands, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking. In fact, there was no order, only buzzing echoes.

After helping him to the bed, I stopped, thinking that he was going to sleep, and said to him, "Wait, let me make the quilt for you first."

After all, he is a person who cannot take care of himself, and half of the quilt fell to the ground...

However, just as he was about to let go of his hand, he grabbed it tightly, "Who wants to sleep? I want to go to the bathroom!"

All the pictures about the beautiful legend of the lone wolf under the moon are disillusioned. Going to the bathroom...to the bathroom...It turns out that no matter how temperamental a wolf is, there are three urgencies...

"Oh! Let's go then!" She supported him and continued to walk.

(End of this chapter)