i can't like him

Chapter 40

Sheng Xinghe rubbed his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

There is no heating in winter in the south, and it takes a lot of courage to change from one quilt to another.

The quilt was covered and warmed, and he would not be willing to rush back if it was him, and it was so late.

Although there is only one bed here, it is a double room, and it was originally arranged for him to sleep with the team leader.Coincidentally, the team leader's hometown is nearby, and his wife drove over to pick him up, leaving him alone.

The bed is quite big, no problem for two people to squeeze.Sheng Xinghe turned on the air conditioner, lifted the quilt and got under the quilt. The sheet on his side was cold, making him shiver.

His left foot accidentally touched a patch of warm skin, and he shrank back suddenly, looking down at the people beside him.

Asleep, unresponsive.

"Dirty devil! You don't wash your face, you don't wash your clothes, you don't change your clothes!" He muttered, but he still tucked the quilt for He Qinian and turned off the light in the room with his hand.

The curtains were not completely blackout, and the hazy moonlight penetrated into the room through the gap.After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, he could vaguely see the lines of He Qinian's side face, and the contours of his facial features were particularly deep. If he couldn't see those bright eyes, he still felt quite calm.

Sheng Xinghe turned to face him.

When did it start? This person, like sunshine, gradually penetrated into his life, taking away a lot of attention and... feelings.

Courage is also getting fatter.

like tonight.

He still clearly remembers that on a rainy night last summer, He Qinian's keys were left at home, and whether he really forgot them remains to be further verified.

At that time, this guy stood at the door in great embarrassment and typed an application, asking if he could stay for one night, and promised that he would sleep well, not talking in his sleep, snoring, grinding his teeth, or kicking, obedient like a kitten.

It's better now, I don't even say hello, just stay here and sleep soundly.

As time goes by, there are always many things and emotions that have quietly changed unconsciously.

He Qinian was already sure that he would not be willing to drive him away.

The night in the hotel was not particularly quiet, and the sound of people walking in the corridor could be vaguely heard.

Sheng Xinghe lay down for a long time before he managed to fall asleep. His sleeping appearance is not very good. He likes to kick the quilt in summer and rolls up the quilt in winter, and his body is always curled up like a baby.

He Qinian woke up once at two o'clock in the morning, because his shoulders and back felt a little cold, he opened his eyes and touched it, and the quilt was swept away.He quietly moved his position, leaned close to Sheng Xinghe's back, pulled a bit of the quilt, hesitated for about a minute, and embraced him from behind with both hands.

The movement was gentle, like the gentle wind in spring, but the heart beat violently as if it was about to explode.

Sheng Xinghe's pajamas were thin, his bare arms were still warm to the touch, and his breathing sounded soft like a newborn baby animal, which made people want to get closer and kiss him.

In fact, he did.

Holding his breath, he leaned over, kissed the back of Sheng Xinghe's neck lightly, and then fell asleep again.

The blood all over his body began to heat up, and his face also burned red.

It really can hone people's will better than outdoor long-distance running in rainy days.

...

Early in the morning, Sheng Xinghe was woken up by the sound of water in the bathroom, he frowned in a daze, and turned his head to see the cell phone and coat next to the pillow, both belonged to He Qinian.

He thought of the dream he had last night, but he couldn't remember the details, he just remembered that he was sitting on a grass full of dead leaves, the sky was gloomy and a bit cold.

The north wind poured into his neck, and the heat in his body was disappearing bit by bit.

Suddenly someone hugged him very hard from behind.

The man's fingers were long and thin, with distinct joints, and he didn't need to look back to know who it was.

Neither of them spoke, just listening to each other's breathing quietly.

Someone yelled at them from far away, it's time to play.

The warm force behind him suddenly disappeared.

In the dream, he felt a suffocation.

This dream seems to be the last struggle between rationality and sensibility. Rationality has been reminding him not to fall into it easily, and to recognize what is the most important right now, but another voice in his heart is saying, you want to stay. Live that hug, huh?

Staring at the ceiling for a while, He Qinian came out.

"You're awake."

"Hmm." Sheng Xinghe rubbed his eyes and saw that He Qinian's hair was a little wet, "You were taking a shower just now?" His voice was slightly hoarse because he just woke up.

"Well, I was too sleepy last night and didn't have time to wash."

"Did you sleep well?" Sheng Xinghe looked at the quilt hanging on the ground, "I didn't kick you, did I?"

He Qinian suddenly leaned over and propped himself on the edge of the bed with one hand. His sudden approach and pause made Sheng Xinghe's heart beat violently, and the alarm bells in his brain rang.

Because I just took a shower, there is still a scent of body wash.

Immediately afterwards, He Qinian grabbed his coat and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "No, you sleep very well."

It was the first time in Sheng Xinghe's life that he was praised by a person seven years younger than him. He was in a delicate mood. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that He Qinian's gentle smile seemed to be coaxing him.

"I'm going to buy breakfast," He Qinian grabbed the phone next to the bed to check the remaining battery, and happened to see a message in the group, so he typed, still not forgetting to explain, "Hurry up, wash your face and brush your teeth."

Sheng Xinghe looked up at those slender hands, the knuckles were slightly red, it was exactly the same as the one holding him in the dream.

"Still stunned." He Qinian flicked his forehead with his index finger.

"Hey," Sheng Xinghe closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "It's not big or small."

The finals were held in two days. The men's high jump was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon on the second day. The first day was to get used to the environment. The two had breakfast and went to find their coaches.

There are other competitions in the gymnasium, so everyone can only warm up and train outdoors.

When Sheng Xinghe arrived at the venue, He Qinian was already there, jumping the hurdles, which is a special practice for jumping.

He was about to find a place to put his coat, and found two thermos cups on the seat.

The two dogs stuck tightly together.

Sheng Xinghe turned his head and happened to meet He Qinian's gaze, and they both smiled knowingly.

"It contains fresh milk, without preservatives." He Qinian shouted from afar.

Sheng Xinghe unscrewed the cap and took a sip, the milk was still lukewarm.

After drinking, he screwed the cap back on and put it back in place.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, but every time Sheng Xinghe raised his head, he could almost meet those bright eyes. It was only later that he discovered that He Qinian would always look in his direction as soon as he finished a set of movements.

The mood is inexplicably good, and the painful training on weekdays has become easier.

During the break, He Qinian took two thermos cups to the bathroom to wash them. He was very happy along the way, especially when other people's eyes stopped on the cups, he couldn't wait to introduce them. One was Sheng Xinghe's. One is mine!

It's a pity that no one gossips at all.

While flushing, I vaguely heard someone calling outside, and the tone was very familiar.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"It's not a matter of trust or mistrust, it's about my reputation, of course making sure nothing goes wrong."

"It's too expensive, and I don't have much money here."

"That's fine...but it's inconvenient for someone in my room. I'll go find you then."

This conversation can't help but remind people of some colorful transactions. He Qinian didn't turn off the tap immediately after washing the cup.

People from outside pushed the door and came in.

It's Zhao Tianyu.

He Qinian's eyes followed him, looking him up and down, Zhao Tianyu obviously recognized him, he was taken aback, but he didn't say hello.

...

After a day of acclimatization training, Sheng Xinghe came to the hotel where He Qinian was staying as scheduled, and the bastard said he had something nice to give him.

Yu Shunping was also resting in the room, and when he came to say hello, He Qinian took Sheng Xinghe out of the room.

The hotel as a whole has a semi-arc design, and the corridor is also curved. He Qinian brought Sheng Xinghe to the end of the corridor, leaning his back against the wall.

"Mysterious, what is it?"

"Hold out your hand." He Qinian said.

Sheng Xinghe did as he said, and spread out his palms, "Another rose?"

He Qinian was stunned for a long time before he remembered what the rose in his mouth meant, and said pleasantly, "Do you still remember?"

Sheng Xinghe didn't have the nerve to answer, seeing him take out a black string from his pocket.

The thin rope fell into the palm of his hand, and he realized that there was a bead the size of a small fingernail strung in the middle of the rope.

Round and delicate, the overall gradient is from blue to black. The two colors blend with each other, like pure natural kyanite, shining brightly under the light, which makes people can't help but think of the vast starry sky.

"I saw it in a handicraft shop at the foot of the mountain that day, and the boss named it 'Xinghe'," He Qinian raised his eyes and smiled, "I thought it was destined, so I bought it."

Whenever the two of them were in a quiet place, the affection in He Qinian's eyes was very obvious, Sheng Xinghe couldn't help it, and quietly looked away.

"That's really a coincidence." He held the beads and spun them around, his mind was a little knotted, and he couldn't think of any beautiful words to praise, and finally put down two words, "Not bad."

"Do you like it?" The anticipation in He Qinian's eyes overflowed.

Things can be mass-produced, but if a thing is given a name, the meaning will be different.

"like."

He Qinian chuckled, "I knew you would like it. I thought it looked pretty at first sight. This bead is purely hand-polished, and it's the only one in the world."

Sheng Xinghe picked up the string and put it to his lips to sniff.

"What are you smelling? This thing has no smell."

"Yes!" Sheng Xinghe said, "It smells like your perfume."

He Qinian was a little surprised, raised his hand and sniffed his wrist, "Can you smell it? I don't think it smells good."

"A little bit, I smelled it last night."

Sheng Xinghe wanted to put it on directly, but found it difficult to operate with one hand.

He Qinian looked impatient, and started directly, "Let me put it on for you."

Sheng Xinghe has a thin body and a big frame, so the wrist bones are particularly obvious. After He Qinian tied it up, he twisted the rope half a circle, and the beads happened to get stuck on the edge of the wrist bones.In He Qinian's eyes, let alone human beings, even this wrist is sexy.

"It really suits you."

Sheng Xinghe lowered his head and flicked the small beads beside his wrist, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Everything went as expected, and He Qinian felt like a little sparrow was fluttering in his heart.

"Then I'll go back first, see you tomorrow on the field." Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian nodded, and continued, "I'll see you off."

"Idiot, it's just a little way, what a fart."

"Don't worry about me," He Qinian said, "I'm going downstairs to buy two bottles of mineral water."

As he was walking, Sheng Xinghe suddenly bumped into the side, and He Qinian was thrown into the corner of the wall. After he realized it, he also bumped back against Sheng Xinghe.

The two were shoving and shoving in the aisle, laughing constantly.

When he was about to reach the elevator entrance, a man approached him, holding a black plastic bag in his hand, and quickly threw it into the trash can as he passed by.

Although the man was wearing a mask, He Qinian recognized him at a glance.

The corridor is curved, and Zhao Tianyu obviously didn't expect someone to appear, or rather, he didn't expect an acquaintance to appear, and his expression and movements were instantly stiff and flustered.Immediately afterwards, he put his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on them like an eagle.

Zhao Tianyu passed them by, and He Qinian's eyes followed him the whole time, until Zhao Tianyu gave him a sidelong glance.

"Look at what?"

Zhao Tianyu's panic at that moment could not escape He Qinian's eyes, and the inexplicable provocation made He Qinian have a premonition, although there was no reason, but it was very strong.

He looked at the trash can not far away, guessing what Zhao Tianyu threw away in a hurry.

They were on the 26th floor, and there were four passenger elevators on the entire floor, but Zhao Tianyu walked up from the direction of the safe passage.

This in itself is a bit strange.

There is a trash can in the room, why not throw it?Even if you buy something outside, the hotel is surrounded by shopping malls, supermarkets, and there are no small vendors. What kind of business would use black plastic bags to store things?

He Qinian didn't answer, and Zhao Tianyu left without looking back.

After about two seconds, the elevator rang.

He Qinian glanced at Zhao Tianyu's back, and uncontrollably walked towards the trash can with his legs.

To tell the truth, he wished he had thought too much.

Those who really love this industry hope that their opponents are innocent and that the arena is clean.

Sheng Xinghe walked into the elevator, stuck his head out for no apparent reason, "Didn't you say you wanted to send me downstairs?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Tianyu turned his head abruptly.

He Qinian also turned his head at the same moment, and the eyes of the two met unexpectedly, his heart beat violently, guessing that his premonition was about to come true.

He Qinian didn't speak, and went straight to the trash can.

Every step he took affected Zhao Tianyu's nerves and heartbeat. Finally, when He Qinian lifted the lid of the trash can, he couldn't help but yelled loudly: "What are you doing?!"

Zhao Tianyu's overly violent reaction confirmed He Qinian's previous guess.

"I'm just picking something up, do you have to be so nervous?" He Qinian picked up the lid of the trash can with his fingertips.

The trash cans in the corridors of the hotel are rarely used by anyone other than the cleaning staff. There are only a few cigarette butts in the trash bags, a mineral water bottle, and the wrinkled black plastic bag that was tightly rolled up.

Zhao Tianyu stretched out his hand to hold He Qinian's wrist, stopping his next move, "Are you sick? Picking up trash in the middle of the night?"

His skin was tanned by the sun, and he looked extraordinarily fierce, his movements were rude, and his voice was loud. It was obviously a question sentence, but it sounded aggressive.

"What are you guilty of?"

He Qi was full of vigor at the end of the year, directly ignoring his threat, using the trick Sheng Xinghe taught him before to break free from his grip, and reached out to grab the plastic bag.

The moment her fingertips touched the bag, her brows frowned.

That was the last thing he wanted to find out.