Boiling point

Li Yanqi's biological clock is very punctual, and he usually wakes up at six o'clock. Today is Sunday, and he has a lot to do.

After squinting on the bed for a minute, Li Yanqi got up, but failed.

He Xin put one leg on his, pressing him firmly.

In the middle of the night, the air conditioner was turned on too low, and He Xin didn't have a blanket, so she naturally followed the source of warmth and leaned over. Li Yanqi lowered his head and saw that he had deviated from the track and was sleeping on his own pillow.

No wonder he woke up with waves of heat rushing towards his ears.

He Xin slept soundly with her eyes closed, and she had no intention of waking up.

This is fucking embarrassing.

The alarm clock rang for the second time, and Li Yanqi finally recovered from his emptiness. He put on his clothes, stretched out his hand and pushed He Xin's leg, "He Sanggou, raise your feet high."

He Xin replied in a daze, Li Yanqi didn't have a deep knowledge, so he didn't know which language it was.

After the other party finished speaking, he moved his body, hugged the blanket and continued to fall to one side, this time he made an inch of it, and the whole person lay across his bed, Li Yanqi's hand accidentally rubbed against his stubble, which was a little prickly.

His fingertips were stiff, and he immediately retracted them and stuffed them into his pockets, and got out of bed to wash up.

He Xin was still sleeping when he went out, Li Yanqi stood by the door and sighed softly, sent him a WeChat message, packed his things and closed the door.

The phone rang, and Li Yanqi answered, "Hello, Boss Chen."

"It doesn't matter if it rains. It depends on your arrangements. I'll come over at ten o'clock to prepare. Well, see you then."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yanqi glanced at the cloudy sky, frowned and walked towards the hospital.

It was already 09:30 when He Xin jumped up from the bed. He stared at the ceiling and sat upright, thinking, who am I and where am I? Why do ducks squawk?

After reacting for a while, the soul returned to its place, oh, the door was locked last night, and I slept at Li Yanqi's house.

The other party should have gone out long ago, and he would not waste time on sleeping.

He Xin slept for too long, and his feet were a little wobbly. He got out of bed and washed his face. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was very puzzled. Normally, he had to take sleeping pills to fall asleep at night. Sleeping until dawn, you don't even know when he left?

Completely unconscious.

After He Xin got dressed, she went to smell it on the pillow. There was no special smell, just the fragrance of ordinary washing powder.

When she bent over, her stomach felt sore. He Xin lifted up her clothes, and there was obviously a bruise on her stomach.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to push Li Yanqi on the bed as well.

Due to time constraints, He Xin went out to West Street to find a locksmith, and opened the door of his house in less than 5 minutes. The phone that fell on the ground last night still had a weak battery, so He Xin picked it up. , Three WeChat reminders popped up on the screen, all from Li Yanqi.

"I made breakfast and heated it myself."

"Fold the blanket and put the toiletries back in place, thanks."

"By the way, it's going to rain today. I have something urgent to go out, and Uncle Zhao is not here. The task of catching ducks is entrusted to you. Let it be the room fee for last night."

"Fuck!" He Xin listened back and forth to the last voice three times, and then glanced at the misty drizzle outside the window, wanting to kill those ducks jumping around in the pond on the spot.

The process can be said to be horrible, but fortunately, the ending was not satisfactory. He Xin brushed the duck feathers off his body, feeling the three-dimensional rattling sounds surrounding his ears. He scratched his hair, went back to the room and took a shower again.

After sleeping fifteen or six hours yesterday, He Xin lay on the bed and played games for a while, except for sore eyes, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

He turned on all the lights in the room, and the warm light shone on him, but the unreliable feeling still crept into his mind.

Irritable, bored, don't want to sleep.

He Xin was lying on the window smoking a cigarette, and watched the rain for a while, when Liao Mei suddenly sent a message: Boss He, are you free today?

He Xin lazily replied, "What?"

Liao Mei said: "The commercial street in the North District opened today. Brother Ta is going to perform there, Dance Gun, do you want to go see it? I was going, but my mother came back temporarily and couldn't go. If you go, help me Bring some food to Brother Ta, he probably will spend half a day doing it."

Dancing gun?Li Yanqi?

The water glass in He Xin's hand was almost out of his hands. After shaking the glass with his fingertips, he squinted his eyes and thought, Li Yanqi is so awesome?Wen can be a small-faced person, and Wu can play with guns?

Liao Mei kept encouraging him to go, "Brother Ta has practiced since he was a child. He is very good. An old man in our town who is engaged in intangible cultural heritage taught him."

He Xin suppressed the surprise in her heart, turned the lighter in her hand, and replied to Liao Mei: "Okay."

The navigation led to the west gate of the commercial street. He Xin took off his helmet and got off the locomotive. The weather is not good at the moment, and it has already started to rain a lot, but the street is still blocked. They held trumpets, shouting endlessly, competing to see whose voice was louder.

He Xin went around but couldn't find the square, so he asked an aunt who was watching the fun by the side of the road.

The aunt said, "What did you say?"

"Business, industry, street, square, field, where, where?" He Xin said word by word.

The aunt said, "The ones who eat skewers are over there."

Convinced, He Xin tugged at the mask helplessly, and was pushed to another alleyway by the crowd amidst waves of shouts of "Half price for the whole audience! Big opening bonus! Gifts don't stop".

The aunt's fingering was really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. He Xin walked to the door of "Haowei BBQ Restaurant" and found that the square happened to be opposite.

The square was crowded with people, and it was dark when he looked over. He Xin went to the second floor of the BBQ restaurant and sat down by the window, just in time to see the performance in the middle of the stage.

The host was reading the manuscript passionately in the rain. He Xin had very good eyesight, so he saw Li Yanqi who was waiting in the audience.

He was wearing a red and yellow dress with many dragons drawn on it. It looked very festive, and there were two men next to him who were also dressed in the same dress. He Xin looked over and felt that the scrambled eggs had become fine. This dress It is full of rustic atmosphere, but Li Yanqi's clothes are not so ugly, but rather energetic.

In a blink of an eye, the host announced the beginning of the opening performance.

Li Yanqi stood on the stage holding a crescent gun.

It was raining heavily, and the stage was a bit wet. When the music was playing, the man next to him almost slipped and knelt on the stage. Li Yanqi flicked the gun, tapped his toes, and leaned down to the other side. Calmly, he stabilized the man's foot with the gun.

The music sounded slowly, and the audience below the stage roared loudly from time to time. After a while, the atmosphere became very good, and the audience applauded thunderously. The movements are very chic and powerful, with a kind of natural cleanliness. The gun slid across his back and then flew nimbly in his hand. If you stand aside, you should be able to hear the whirring of the wind.

The old man sitting next to He Xin and watching the show shouted, "Okay!"

Li Yanqi half-bent his knees, leaned his body back, bent his waist almost ninety degrees, brushed the gun against his face, was held tightly in his hand and turned twice, turned around, and jumped up.

The clothes on his body were completely wet, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He stepped on every step firmly, and finally finished it very well. A little bit of a stop, Li Yanqi bowed to the audience with a smile, turned and left.

He Xin was a little surprised. In the past, Liao Mei kept saying how handsome and cool Ta Ge was, but he didn't have any special feelings, but after seeing Li Yanqi dancing with a gun today, he had to admit that this man is indeed quite handsome.

It's different from his gentle and domineering handsomeness in school.

There was also a bit of gangster air that didn't match his appearance.

It really fell below He Xin's cognition. It's incredible that Li Yanqi has such a wild side.

The rain was so crazy that it couldn't stop like eating Xuan Mai.

After Li Yanqi performed two performances, the boss told him that the investment chamber of commerce would come at one o'clock later, and asked him to add another one, and he would pay an extra three hundred. Xiao Lin, who was performing with him, was a little impatient, so he yelled at the boss, "No, Xiao Li, he..."

Li Yanqi shook his head, "It's okay, I can."

The boss left with a smile. Li Yanqi stood behind the stage, squatted down and covered his stomach, and closed his eyes with a painful expression.

"Xiao Li, let's forget about the stomachache. It's boring to earn 300 yuan."

Li Yanqi smiled at him, and was about to say something when he heard a loud whistle behind him.

"Yo." He Xin had her hands in her trouser pockets, a cigarette in her mouth, her voice was a little frivolous, and she licked her lips at him.

"You..." Li Yanqi's face and neck were covered with rainwater, he wiped it with his hands, and didn't know what to say, so he had to stand face to face with him.

"Your friend?" Xiao Lin said enthusiastically, "You are so handsome."

Li Yanqi straightened up, "My classmate."

Xiao Lin looked at his watch, "That's ok, you guys talk, I'll go to the bathroom."

He Xin turned sideways to let Xiao Lin leave, and walked to Li Yanqi with an umbrella, "Do heroes eat skewers?"

Li Yanqi glanced at him, "Why are you here?"

He Xin said, "Sister Liao asked me to come over and bring you something to eat, shall I?"

Li Yanqi felt a little sick to his stomach when he smelled the grilled skewers, he turned his head and smiled, "No, the hero wants to eat something light."

He Xin looked at him and quickly asked, "Is your gun real?"

Li Yanqi picked up the gun from the ground and handed it to him, "Try it."

He Xin took it and swung it aside, "Toy gun?"

Li Yanqi said, "Does it look the same as the real thing?"

"Damn it, it's a shame that the uncle next to you clapped his hands to the skin." He Xin said contemptuously.

Li Yanqi explained, "I can also play with real guns, but today it is raining and accidents are easy, so I will replace them all with toy guns."

Now that He Xin had just tasted a little funny from his tomato scrambled egg dress, he couldn't hold back his joy anymore.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and quickly took a few pictures of Li Yanqi. Li Yanqi blocked it with his hand, and a part of his waist was exposed from the hem of his clothes, and the stitches sewn on the wound had already collapsed.