Jonson's Diary

It has been nearly a month since Qiao Song left.

Xue Lin was thinking, how can they quarrel reasonably?Xue Lin put down the pen for correcting the document and spread it on the sofa.

If possible, don't want to think about such things at all.

The deadly silence of the office was broken by a screeching ringing, a call from some jerk.Xue Lin became irritable uncontrollably, and answered the phone angrily:

"Damn! Got it! I'll stay away from Qiao Song, yes! Yes! I hope he gets better than you bastard."

"No, no! Qiao Song is back, but now at my house, eh? What did you do?"

"I'll take the spare key and let Wen Huibo get the files."

"Are you stupid?" Li Keji's icy voice entered Xue Rin's ears, making him feel a subtle sense of nausea, "However, this is not bad! Hee hee hee hee, even if you blindly meet death Rat."

Xue Rin wanted to argue that he didn't know that Qiao Song was coming back today. He thought that according to the degree of Li Keji's rejection of him, even if Qiao Song was discharged from the hospital, he would not come back so soon and would probably stay in Kunming to recuperate.

The lights in the corridor are broken, and they flicker and flicker. The short-lived light can neither illuminate the world nor make people adapt to the darkness. It is useless at all.

Xue Rin fumbled for a while before opening the door. The shoes scattered everywhere in the entrance were gone. Xue Rin opened the clean shoe cabinet and found her own pair among a row of neatly sized slippers.

The floor is wet, leaving shoe prints as soon as you step on it. A pile of messy takeaway boxes and beer bottles on the coffee table have been cleaned up. The sofa cover has been changed from green sober flowers to pure light yellow. On the balcony The T-shirts and denim jackets that Xue Lin had been piling up in the laundry basket were hanging to dry.

Qiao Song's room was not cleaned at all, and the whole room was covered with a thin layer of dust. Xue Rin sneered, as if Qiao Song hadn't come back for a long time.

Xue Lin turned around again, um, super super bad cleaning!He imagined Qiao Song's superb smart cleansing, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha "accidentally spilled the water and the like, it's stupid!

Xue Lin put on rubber gloves and a mask, started from the kitchen, poured oxalic acid on the stubborn stains, and after a few minutes, brushed them off with a steel wool ball, then rinsed them with water, and finally wiped them dry with a rag.

The refrigerator is much more troublesome than imagined. Throw away all the expired milk, remove the partition, wash it with detergent, use disinfectant after flushing, and dry it after flushing.

Miss Xue Tianluo spent a lot of time and finally finished all the work at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

I owed him in my previous life!Xue Lin thought so.

Qiao Song's room is very simple, a bed, a table, a chair, and finally a huge wardrobe that comes with the room.

On the table was an old-fashioned desk lamp and plastic cups.

I can't tell where the problem is, I always feel a little depressed.

Xue Lin pulled open the dark and heavy curtains forcefully, and a breeze came in quietly.

The palm-sized white shell looks like a waxing gibbous moon in the dark night, and Qiao Song put gem-like things in it, colorful and different in size.

The trapezoidal piece is red, not a bright and unrestrained red, but a gentler and softer light red; there is a drop-shaped piece, and the dark blue with insufficient saturation looks clearer, it is not bright, warm, touchable It has a strange texture.

The orange one is a small one, like a bead. It hides in emerald green or light green gemstones of various sizes and shapes. It looks very much like a wild flower dotted in the grass all over the mountains and plains, shy and quiet.

Xue Lin looked at it for a long time, but still didn't know what it was.Good-looking is good-looking, but it doesn't quite resemble Qiao Song's style.

Qiao Song has never liked simple decorations, the reason is that he is too lazy to clean, as if he does the cleaning.

Tomorrow I have to go to the pet store to pick up Xiaosong.Xue Lin has been really busy recently.

Xue Lin remembered that Qiao Song once said that he would never raise anything, no matter if it was plants or animals, scoff!The result is not raised yet?

When the closet was opened, there were a few hanging coats, and everything else was neatly placed boxes.Speaking of which, he used to be like this. He always liked to use the wardrobe as a bookcase, and he said quite confidently: "They are all cabinets? How much difference can it make?"

Xue Lin opened one box after another very calmly, without the awareness that he was rummaging through other people's closets at all.

The first box is a bunch of figurines and headphones.The outer packaging has been well preserved. In Xue Lin's impression, Qiao Song is an otaku, so he was not surprised to see Kakashi's figure and Yui Aragaki's photo album. Speaking of which, he was not Do you like Hanazawa Coriander?

In order to learn to sing Love Cycle, I also learned Japanese. As for the result, do you still expect to sing Love Cycle well with a broken voice?

Other than that, it's all books.

Some are new and look like they haven't been turned over a few times.There is a piece of letterhead in the book, which is regarded as a bookmark. If he can’t find the letterhead, he folds the pages of the book. Sometimes he reads while eating, and accidentally drips the oil of spicy sticks on the book experience.

Of course, this is under the condition that the book is Qiao Song himself.

Compared with Qiao Song's huge reading volume, Xue Rin reads relatively few books, because the books he read are not works that can be read roughly or skimmed, but are the kind of brick books that need to be counted with scratch paper after repeated reading .

There is nothing comparable between the two.

Xue Lin once asked Qiao Song curiously, "Why do you read so many books?"

"It's just an interest. I read books just like I play games. It's all for relaxation, not for any other noble reason."

"Just interested?"

"Just interested."

"Then you read Critique of Pure Reason for fun?"

"It depends on how far I want to read."

Xue Lin accidentally discovered that there were words written on the letterheads in some books, so he started to search from the lowest book with great interest.

The man with his own database and GPS, Xue Lin almost died laughing, this is found in the Sherlock Holmes collection.

There are also some history books like this, such as Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, Huo Qubing, the humanoid GPS, Qin Shihuang who cheated...

There are also serious ones, such as what Qiao Song wrote in "The Biography of Su Dongpo":

Life is like an adversity, and I am also a pedestrian.

In the end, Xue Lin found a brand-new letterhead in "Setting Sun" with great horror. The handwriting was also very new, probably written recently. Xue Lin found the contents.

He pieced together a few sentences with guesswork, and went directly to Baidu.

On the front is a little poem titled "A Thousand and One Mirrors":

the more i run away

but the closer you get

the more i turn my back

But the more I see you

i am an island

in the water of lovesickness

in all directions

cut me off from you

A thousand and one mirrors

reflect your face

I start with you

i end with you

On the back is a short poem from Tagore's collection of birds:

end of day

I come to you

you will see my scars

you'll know i was hurt

also healed

Xue Lin is not a person who can read poetry. It is difficult for him to understand the so-called poetic world. Qiao Song may be a little better than Xue Lin, but it is only that little.

Poetry is beautiful.

But Xue Rin is more concerned about how Qiao Song wrote these two poems when he was looking at the setting sun.

Xue Lin carefully speculated, and finally wrote down "I want to live with you"

He stacked the two letterheads together, folded them neatly and clipped them into the book, putting everything back in their place.

When will Qiao Song find out?Xue Lin thought happily.

Attached: "I want to live with you"

—— Tsvetaeva

in a small town,

share the endless twilight

and the endless ringing of bells.

In a hotel in this small town—

knocked out by the ancient clock

faint sound

Gently dripping like time.

Sometimes, at dusk, from a room on the top floor

flute,

The piper leans against the window,

And a big tulip in the window.

If you don't love me now, I won't care.

In the middle of the room, a tiled stove,

A picture is drawn on each tile:

A heart, a sailboat, a rose.

And looking from our only window,

Snow, snow, snow.

You will lie in the position I like: lazy,

Indifferent, indifferent.

once or twice lit a match

Screech.

The flame of your cigarette turns from hot to weak,

The tip of the smoke trembles, trembles

Short gray butts—with ashes

You are too lazy to bounce--

Cigarettes flew into the fire.