Looking at his back, Sang Zhi hesitated for a few seconds. She wanted to lie down, but she seemed to remember something, so she quickly retracted her hand and said seriously: "You can't carry me."

Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu turned around and said, "You won't let me do this?"

Sang Zhi nodded and said to himself: "The doctor told you to avoid heavy physical labor for three months."

Duan Jiaxu was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips curved up: "Do you remember being so drunk?"

As if she didn't hear what he said, Sang Zhi didn't respond. She just lowered her eyes and counted slowly with her fingers: "You had the surgery in November. So, December, thirteenth, fourteenth..."

"No." Sang Zhi frowned as if something was wrong, "Twelve, thirteen..."

"..." Duan Jiaxu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Twelve, one."

Only then did Sang Zhi look at him. Her mind was as messy as a thread. She didn't understand why it jumped from twelve to one all at once. She hesitated and said: "Well, how many months is that...Brother, help me count them."

…”

"Three months."

Sang Zhi said oh, but didn't feel anything was wrong. She stood up with difficulty, sniffled and asked: "It's been three months...can you carry me?"

Duan Jiaxu smiled: "Yes."

Before Sang Zhi lay on his back, she suddenly remembered something: "But I weigh more than eighty kilograms..." As she spoke, Sang Zhi began to cry again, as if she collapsed: "I weigh eighty kilograms..."

How many pounds..."

"..."

"I still," she looked down, her expression stunned, and her cry became even more pitiful, "I don't have breasts... I don't have breasts... I don't have..."

Duan Jiaxu was still squatting on the ground. Perhaps he had never expected to hear such words. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then she made him laugh. His chest heaved, and he was so out of breath from laughing that his voice became hoarse.

a bit.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you laughing at me?" Sang Zhi shed tears, pointed at him, and said unhappily, "You didn't either, why are you laughing at me."

"Well, neither did I." Duan Jiaxu immediately restrained himself, "So let's comfort each other, okay?"

"..." Sang Zhi immediately stopped crying and lay on his back willingly as if she had found a camp, "Then, don't do it either, don't be too sad."

Duan Jiaxu stood up and said with a smile: "Well, I'm not sad."

Sang Zhi wiped her tears with her gloves: "Brother, what if I vomit again soon?"

Duan Jiaxu threw the clothes in his hands into the trash can next to him, looked around, and coaxed in a gentle voice: "Tell me when you want to vomit."

She burped: "Then what should I do if I can't help it?"

"Then just can't help it," Duan Jiaxu said, "Just don't spit on your brother's head."

Sang Zhi said nothing and said nothing more.

Afraid that she would be even more uncomfortable in the car, Duan Jiaxu did not get in the car and carried her towards Yihe University. He asked casually: "You have to catch a flight tomorrow, why are you still drinking today?"

Sang Zhi put her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm not happy."

"..."

She was about to cry again as she spoke, her voice muffled: "I'm just not happy."

Duan Jiaxu turned to look at her: "Why are you unhappy?"

Sang Zhi didn't answer.

Duan Jiaxu withdrew his gaze and looked forward. In the dark night, his expression was vague and unclear, "Because I only like the one person?"

Sang Zhi wiped away her tears again and hummed.

"Can't tell who it is?"

"Um."

"Then describe it to your brother," Duan Jiaxu said in a calm tone, "What kind of person is he? Is he a good person? Is he good to you?"

Sang Zhi raised her head and looked at his side face. After a while, she tilted her head and stumbled out one word: "Male, male..."

It took me a long time to finish what I said next.

"What is a man?" Duan Jiaxu said, "A male god?"

Sang Zhi shook his head and said word by word: "Male, male vixen."

Duan Jiaxu: "..."

What does this describe?

"He is very good, and he is also very good to me." Sang Zhi's mood suddenly dropped and she choked up, "But he is good to everyone, he is good to everyone..."

"..."

Speaking of this, Sang Zhi suddenly became angry, and his voice suddenly rose, crying and shouting: "Central! Central! Air conditioning! Air conditioning!"

"What a scumbag?" Duan Jiaxu didn't laugh this time. He was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you like it so much?"

Sang Zhi felt really sad and buried her face in his shoulder. Tears kept falling and crying kept coming from her throat. She couldn't hold it back at all and cried like a child.

Duan Jiaxu continued to ask: "Can you only be so sad?"

"..."

His tone was gentle: "Then you don't like it, okay?"

Sang Zhi stopped talking and just cried.

Duan Jiaxu didn't say anything anymore.

He entered the gate of Yihe University and walked towards Sang Zhi's dormitory building according to his previous impression. The cry of the person on his back gradually became quieter until it was silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

The school is quiet and lively at night, with students coming and going in groups. The light on the road into the dormitory building is warm yellow, dyeing the fine snow.

It was like entering another world in an instant.

calm down.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of falling snow.

Duan Jiaxu suddenly looked back at her.

I noticed that Sang Zhi had closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep from crying, but tears were still flowing out. She looked very sad even when she fell asleep.

Duan Jiaxu called her: "Sang Zhi."

All I got was a silent response.

Her breathing was even and rhythmic, hitting his neck, warm and shallow.

Duan Jiaxu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said in a breathy voice: "Do you like that?"

"..."

"Male vixen?"

"Then," Duan Jiaxu murmured, "can I become like that?"

The little girl didn't make any movement. She was dragged into a dream by fatigue and sleepiness, and she couldn't hear anything.

"Then I will only treat you well, okay?" Duan Jiaxu continued, "Then we won't be so sad."

"I can't let go of letting others take care of you."

"OK?"

"..."

"If you don't agree, my brother will treat it as if you agree."

Duan Jiaxu waited for a long time. His eyebrows gradually relaxed, and there was a smile in his voice: "Okay, we just agreed."

"Brother's conditions are pretty good," Duan Jiaxu said nonchalantly, "He's not poor anymore, and he's so handsome. Except he's a little older than you."

"You called me old when I was twenty. If you round up, you are almost twenty now." He seemed to think it made sense and joked, "So, our little Sangzhi is also old."

This little girl he has taken care of for so many years.

If she can meet someone she likes and will always treat her well.

That's certainly good.

But he was afraid that she would be hurt in the process.

It will be like tonight, even when I'm drunk, I don't dare to say what's on my mind.

I cried even when I fell asleep.

Duan Jiaxu thought.

Apart from her family, there should be no one who can treat her better than him.

"Brother makes more money, so that you can eat candies worth a thousand yuan each." Duan Jiaxu said, "Then you forgive brother -"

"The behavior of planning an old cow to eat young grass."

He smiled: "Okay?"

In a daze, Sang Zhi heard Duan Jiaxu wake her up and ask her what her dormitory number was, and then he carried her upstairs. He made her a cup of honey water and asked her to drink it.

It seemed that she even called a girl from the dormitory next door to help her change clothes.

After that, Sang Zhi crawled into bed and went to sleep. When she woke up again, it was already the next morning. She had a severe headache and sat up sluggishly, feeling a little dazed for a while.

The memories of last night came flooding back in an instant.

She talked a lot.

I also told him that I have someone I like.
To be continued...