Yang Fan put his hands in his pocket and was too lazy to pay attention to his words, but stopped hiding and let him stay close to him.
Jiang Yue secretly looked at Yang Fan with his peripheral vision. Half of his face was buried in his scarf, and his black hair hung down between his eyebrows, a little messy by the wind.
His eyes were particularly clear at night, and his fair and handsome nose had a graceful arc.
Yang Fan stared at the road under his feet and walked forward silently. Jiang Yue kept staring at his profile, uncontrollably beating fast.
It's been a cold spring in Lancheng. It snowed all night. Today the snow has melted and it's even colder than yesterday.
But Yang Fan felt a hot gaze focused on his face, which he couldn't ignore.
He turned his head and unexpectedly met Jiang Yue's appraising eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue looked at him for a moment, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "I noticed that you seem to have grown a lot taller."
Yang Fan looked at the smile in Jiang Yue's eyes and said lightly, "I haven't grown since I was eighteen."
The school conducts physical tests every year. His height has stagnated at 181cm since entering college.
"Really? I feel like if you grow a little longer, you'll almost be on eye level with me."
Yang Fan raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Did you do it on purpose?"
This man was more than half a head taller than him, and the height difference was particularly obvious when he got closer. He always had to raise his head slightly.
Are you deliberately trying to irritate him, or are you showing off your 190cm height?
"What's the intention? I'm telling the truth."
Yang Fan pursed his lips, "But I'm still looking up at you."
"what about now?"
Jiang Yue bent down slightly and picked him up.
Yang Fan froze and looked down to see the smiling man.
"Now that you are taller than me, you don't have to look up at me all the time."
Yang Fan struggled with his hand uncomfortably, "You...let me go!"
"Hold on." Jiang Yue tightened his arms around his waist and strode forward, "The ground is covered with snow and it's very slippery. If you try to force us to roll down this slope together."
Yang Fan covered his face, feeling so embarrassed to stay with this person.
Fortunately, at ten o'clock in the evening, there was no one on the path leading to the hospital gate from the inpatient department. Occasionally, if a car passed by, he would lower his head and bury himself in Jiang Yue's shoulder, using his face to block his own.
Every time Yang Fan lowered his head, his hot cheek would rub against Jiang Yue's wind-cold face, and his breath would spray on Jiang Yue's neck. Just this kind of touch, which seemed to be absent, would make Jiang Yue full of joy. I want him to nuzzle me more.
He likes to see Yang Fan's shy look, but he even wants to walk outside openly with Yang Fan like a couple, without fear of anyone's eyes.
After leaving the hospital, a car was waiting at the gate.
Jiang Yue put him down and opened the car door. Yang Fan was afraid of being seen, so he quickly sat in with his neck scrunched up.
Jiang Yue didn't say anything and got into the car.
"Mr. Jiang, do you want to go back to the hotel?"
"Um."
Yang Fan sat honestly, but the person next to him was dishonest. First he gently held his hand, put his hand in his palm and played with it, and then lay down in the seat with his knees touching his. After a while, his knees, as if sleeping uncomfortably, changed positions again and leaned towards him unconsciously.
"Hey, look at that water tower. Does it look like the one at the beach I took you to last time?"
Yang Fan glanced sideways at him, "Don't all lighthouses look the same?"
Especially at night, where can you see what ghosts there are?
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Yue touched his chin, "Would you like to go down and play for a while?"
On such a cold day, by the river... won't you be blown into bacon?
He felt that this man's brain must be burned out.
"If you want, you can go by yourself." Yang Fan turned his head, "Did you forget that your fever only subsided at night?"
Jiang Yue smiled and said, "You still know how to care about me."
As he spoke, his arms naturally rested on his shoulders, and he gently held him in his arms.
"..."
He felt like he was being plotted against.
Forget it, don’t argue with this person.
For the sake of his illness, let him lean on it for a while.
At the traffic light, Yang Fan stared at the grandmother roasting sweet potatoes on the roadside. In such a cold weather, she was still pulling sweet potatoes from the stove in front of the stall, and she hadn't gone back so late.
"Want to eat?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Yang Fan turned his face slightly and met Jiang Yue's dark eyes.
Jiang Yue looked at him, asked the driver to cross the intersection, and stopped on the side of the road.
The driver wanted to buy it, but he stopped him, got out of the car and walked to the roasted sweet potato vendor.
Yang Fan turned his head and saw from the rear view glass that he was communicating with his grandma for a while. He didn't know what he said. Grandma nodded repeatedly, and then filled him with sweet potatoes in a disposable plastic bag.
Jiang Yue took out his mobile phone and scanned the money. Yang Fan turned around and leaned on the seat thinking, he didn't say he wanted to eat.
After waiting for three or four minutes, the car door rang.
Yang Fan saw him getting into the car carrying two big bags of sweet potatoes. He was slightly surprised, "Why did you buy so many?"
"Don't you want to eat? I'll buy them all."
He actually bought them all!
"No..." Yang Fan didn't know what to say.
Even the driver sighed, Mr. Jiang is really extraordinary in doting on people, he just says what he wants to eat and he takes care of it.
Jiang Yue put the two big bags on the carpet in the car and took out one. It was a bit hot to his hands. He wrapped it in a tissue, blew on it, broke it in half and handed it out, "Be careful because it's hot."
Yang Fan took it, looked at the yellow sweet potatoes, paused, looked up and said, "Jiang Yue, I think it's pitiful for grandma to buy roasted sweet potatoes on the roadside so late at night and in such a cold weather."
He didn't really want to eat much, and he had eaten enough in the evening, so he was still full now.
"I know."
"You know you still..."
Jiang Yue said matter-of-factly, "I know you sympathize with her, so I'll do it for you."
Yang Fan was stunned when he heard this. In the rearview mirror, he saw the old woman waving to their car, her face full of gratitude.
The car was filled with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. He held the hot sweet potato and took a bite. It was very sweet and soft.
It seemed like he had never tasted such sweet roasted sweet potatoes.
It seems to be sweet to the heart.
Unknowingly, he had a different view of Jiang Yue in his heart.
However, when he arrived at the hotel, he found that everything was an illusion!
