It happened that a cool breeze blew in from the cracks of the balcony that had not been closed, and she clung to her exposed fingers, which were shady and cool.

Lin Er's scalp exploded, and in an instant, the horror movies she had watched on weekdays rushed out of her mind. Her breathing stopped suddenly and almost blurted out the sentence "Rich and strong! Democracy! Civilization! Harmony!".

It was Xie Yan's breath that brought back her reason in time.

The wind circled around her fingers, and it also blew the unique sweetness of strawberry on Xie Yan.

It is very light, but very recognizable, and is incompatible with the taste of alcohol and tobacco around it.

Lin Er barely suppressed the soul cry of "Building Socialist Spiritual Civilization Together" on his tongue, and forced himself to look forward with his mind.

That person is Xie Yan.

Although she could only see a vague outline, she could easily recognize it.

Xie Yan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, slightly tilted his head, leaned back, leaning his back against the sofa feet, his left leg stretched forward, his right leg bent, and his wrist on one side was loosely placed on his knees.

He didn't change his clothes, and he was still wearing a school uniform, but he just took off his coat, leaving only the white short-sleeved sleeves inside.

There were cans scattered on the ground. Liner glanced roughly and found that there were about a dozen of them, all of which were empty. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew in, and the empty cans would roll around in with the wind.

The lights in the room were dim, and most of Xie Yan's figure was hidden in the shadows, making him look silly and unable to see clearly.

The hand he put on his knee fell slightly, and a long smoke that had burned most of the time was held between his slender finger bones. The scattered fireworks were like a little afterimage, and it was shattered on his pale fingertips.

When Lin Er squatted down in front of him, Xie Yan seemed to notice that someone had entered the room.

He straightened his waist a little.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Xie Yan was stunned for a moment, and his expression was blank: "... Er'er?"

His voice was low and he was dumb.

Obviously I've drunk alcohol.

Liner didn't say anything, just frowned slightly at him.

The cigarette box he had handed was already half empty, and the ashtray next to him was piled with cigarette butts, and two empty cans were scattered on the foot of the sofa.

She rarely sees him like this.

Like an abandoned child, confused and at a loss.

Lin Er pursed his lips, reached out and cut off the dark cigarette he was holding, snatched it out, then grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the ground with force.

It is rainy in Jiangzhou and it is always very cold at night. I don’t know how long Xie Yan has been sitting on the ground, but his fingers seem to be not as warm as hell.

Lin Er pressed him Xie Yan on the sofa, got up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of mineral water at room temperature, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

Because the doors and windows were closed, the air in the room was not very circulating. The rich smell of alcohol and the tobacco were intertwined, which was a bit choking. Lin Er went to open a small gap in the balcony window to give the room a breath.

After doing this, she turned around and stood in front of Xie Yan again.

As they got closer, Lin Er felt the water vapor coming from Xie Yan.

Wet, and cold.
Chapter completed!