Mortal Romance

Song Yile was saved from the crisis of dog eating shit, but Shen Yunhuai's pull made him look like he was being embraced by Shen Yunhuai.

Shen Yunhuai let out a breath before he saw Song Yile's red ears that were about to bleed, so he hid the smile that was about to overflow from his eyes, and said with a serious face, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay!" Song Yile hurriedly stood up from Shen Yunhuai's arms, "Thank you."

"It's fine, I'm sorry that I startled you by calling you suddenly." Shen Yunhuai bent down and picked up the thermos that had just been hastily placed, "Here, as an apology."

Song Yile spread his hands covered in mud and gravel, and helplessly blinked at Shen Yunhuai.After looking at each other speechlessly for a while, Song Yile couldn't hold back a "puchi" and laughed, which caused Shen Yunhuai to show him a helpless smile.

Song Yile shook off the remaining drops of water on his clean hands, and greeted Shen Yunhuai to the small kitchen that had just been tidied up. He took a fresh-keeping box from the refrigerator, which contained neatly cut mangoes.

Song Yile unscrewed the thermos cup and was caught off guard by the heat, and his face was covered in heat: "The mangoes given to me by the uncle of the teahouse opposite said they were very sweet. Try it and see if the uncle lied to me?"

After finishing speaking, he blew the heat away from the mouth of the thermos cup, and took a sip of the hot chocolate like a kitten licking milk. Feeling that his mouth was no longer hot, he gulped it down.

Shen Yunhuai was amused and laughed, and hurriedly nodded: "Hey."

There are very few fresh mangoes this season, but this mango is really sweet, and the uncle really didn't lie to Song Yile.So Shen Yunhuai picked up the small fork that Song Yile had prepared for him, forked a mango and handed it to Song Yile, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Song Yile took another sip of the mango seriously, and smacked his lips: "I think...it's super delicious! You really deserve to be Boss Shen!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but this is instant." Shen Yunhuai grinned and said with his usual cold face.

Song Yile didn't care, he threw the mango into his mouth and chewed it vigorously: "It takes talent to make instant soup."

Shen Yunhuai was so choked that he had nothing to say, so the two of them laughed dumbfoundedly.

Chapter 4

Song Yile took Shen Yunhuai to visit his semi-finished homestay, and stayed in the back garden for a little longer. Song Yile proudly pointed to a large field of colorful flowers, saying that they were all planted by him alone.

The yard is not too big, but it can't be called small either. There is a swing covered with ivy beside the flower field, and beside it is a ginkgo tree whose leaves and roots have gradually turned yellow. Standing tall and quiet, it forms a landscape of its own.It is a street tree that is common all year round in late autumn in City H. It is not a rare sight, but it is only in late autumn every year that it can be dyed with gold everywhere.

Shen Yunhuai hadn't seen a golden ginkgo tree for a long time.

"The decorator always said that the tree will not bloom well if it blocks the light." Song Yile squatted down and picked up a yellow and fallen leaf, "It has grown so big here and stood there for decades, maybe it has been hundreds of years , I said we should respect our ancestors."

Shen Yunhuai nodded in agreement.

"Yes, there is a question."

At that time, Shen Yunhuai was being taken by Song Yile to visit the redesigned B&B. It was semi-open design. Next to the public area was the front desk, and the side door at the back was the kitchen connected to the backyard. Residents could cook and barbecue here. It's all very convenient.

"Ok?"

"The design of your homestay is very mature." Shen Yunhuai paused, "Is it convenient to ask who designed it?"

Song Yile smiled: "Brother Shen, why do you want to redecorate your bar? I think the current bar decoration is very beautiful."

"No, no, it's just that I was engaged in interior design before, and I have more or less occupational diseases."

Shen Yunhuai watched Song Yile walking backwards with his hands behind his back facing him, fearing that he would step on the decoration tools all over the floor and trip over when he couldn't see, he stretched out his hand and pulled his arm and muttered to be careful.

"Oh, that's it." Song Yile stopped and stared at Shen Yunhuai for a while, "My mother is a proud student, um, count me as my senior. He did the design. After graduation, I didn't take away some manuscripts of my essays."

"It's not all. I didn't use the senior's real design."

When he said this, his voice slowly lowered.

"Attic." Seeing that Song Yile stopped talking, Shen Yunhuai opened his mouth.

Song Yile turned around in amazement and looked at Shen Yunhuai in surprise, seeing his deep but calm black eyes, he nodded in a daze.

"It's the attic, that's right. The senior's design has a space leading to the attic. There is a hidden private space that only those in charge of design and decoration will know." Song Yile pursed her lips.

"I like the attic very much... Or I really like the private space that the seniors pay attention to. Maybe many people don't care about it and even find it troublesome to clean the extra space, but I still think the design of the seniors is the most suitable for me. .”

Shen Yunhuai lowered his head and smiled, looking at the child's hair twirling with his head lowered, he suddenly recalled the past.

Designing this thing is after all a very personal and personal thing, like a quirk or a habit. Shen Yunhuai vaguely remembers that the professor in her undergraduate days was a young woman in her thirties and forties, and she might have fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiled. The round almond eyes always make the students feel gentle and kind.