love is perfect

In the end, Huo Yang still didn't eat this lunch.

The landlord cut in a call, saying that he was going to send his daughter to kindergarten in the afternoon, and he couldn't make it back at three o'clock, hoping that he could bring the keys to the appointed place at noon.

Huo Yang hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Before going out, he stood at the window of the bedroom and looked out. The elder sister of the neighbor went out on a battery car again, probably to go to work.Huo Yang didn't live here for a very long time, and the tenants around him didn't know each other, but during that time, seeing the same people coming and going every day, he also felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It's just that he's leaving here now.

When Huo Yang locked the door, he couldn't help sighing.

The back seat and trunk of his car are already full of clothes and books, which were put there for him by the previous movers. They are full of memories of the past few years.When the car started, Huo Yang opened the window and lit a cigarette.

He had a vague expectation for the future life in his heart, and more of it was an indescribable melancholy.

This time leaving seems to be really different from going out to work before.

Will it be better after that?

Yes... If you live with Yu Luo, it seems pretty good... Do you have a relationship with Yu Luo? !

Huo Yang knocked the cigarette into the ashtray, frowned and looked at himself in the rearview mirror for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to pat his face, and then touched his forehead.

Huo Yang, are you in love with the little gay Yu Luo?

Thinking about it, Huo Yang couldn't hold back his laughter.

The car parked outside the ice cream shop that the landlord had agreed upon. Huo Yang closed the car door. Before getting out of the car, a thought came to his mind. Before he could figure out what this flash of light was, the voice of the landlord's eldest sister came from the door of the shop: "Mr. Huo?"

ah?Ah, a big-headed ghost, I was just thinking about something.

The eldest sister is a straightforward person, her surname is Wang. Huo Yang didn’t embarrass the tenants when she lived there, and she didn’t mess with the rent, water and electricity bills. When it was time to raise the price, she was relentless. She took the keys quickly and stood up, “Thank you, Mr. Huo , I should have come to pick it up, please bring it here."

"You're welcome, you inspected the house two days ago, I just took the things away today, and sent you the photos I took on WeChat. Sister Wang, please check and collect them."

"It's okay, I'm on my own, just go through the process." Sister Wang walked out of the store, waved to Huo Yang, and walked to the car in the distance. The little girl in the car, probably her daughter, waved to Huo Yang , Shouted "Goodbye, Uncle!"

"Goodbye!" Huo Yang also raised his arm and waved at her, opened the car door with a smile and sat in.

The moment he got into the car and saw the rearview mirror, the thought that popped up before reappeared in his mind: If he is curvy, it would be nice to like Yu Luo.

Ah...ah? ...Ah big head ghost.

Xu Yuan's phrase "Have you ever loved me?" hit Huo Yang's ears again, making his head ache.

No.

Not only Xu Yuan, but even Huo Yang, who had a vague memory of his first love in high school, knew clearly that he was not in love.

Love doesn't need to be tempted. In the past, Huo Yang always felt like this. Without being tempted, he is a sober, rational and excellent boyfriend.A person without love should not be the only one in this world.

Not giving up, but never having ordinary people's hopes for feelings.

The surrounding buildings gradually fade away, the driveway extends to the entrance of the highway, the sun shines on the asphalt road, refracting dazzling light, Huo Yang stretches out his hand to pull down the light shield a little.

The spring breeze passed through the car, carrying the unique fragrance of flowers in April, a refreshing smell that couldn't be grasped by hand, a bit like the smell of Yu Luojia's shower gel.

At this moment Huo Yang suddenly felt that he was wrong.

It was past twelve o'clock in the evening when Huo Yang arrived home. Before entering the community, the patrolling security guard questioned him several times before letting him in.

The lights upstairs were on, Huo Yang curled his lips.

The car drove straight to the parking lot, and after opening the trunk, Huo Yang felt how difficult it was to carry this huge pile of things by himself. After more than ten minutes, he finally moved the box containing the books to the elevator door. He turned back and carried the clothes bag, and back and forth, the parking lot was chilly in the middle of the night, and he was still sweating all over.

It was even more difficult to get out of the elevator. He blocked the door with a cardboard box to prevent it from closing, and then moved other things out with all his might, even taking his own cardboard box and stepping over.

call……

Seeing Xu Xu close the elevator door, he let out a long breath.

When entering the password, he was a little dazed, so he lives here?

The light in the living room was on, and the TV was on in the room. At midnight, there were no interesting programs. The TV station with the yellow logo was rebroadcasting the daytime programs repeatedly, and the host repeatedly laughed tirelessly, which was a bit noisy.

There was the smell of food, and Huo Yang, who had been hungry for a long time, detected it very sensitively with his nose.

He pushed the cardboard box forward with his foot, and walked in by himself.

When you go in, you can see that Yu Luo is lying on his side in a corner of the sofa, falling asleep.He was wearing cool gray home clothes, and his hair showed a dark brown luster under the warm light.

Huo Yang froze for two seconds, changed his shoes, moved slowly to Yu Luo's side, bent down and took a close look at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in front of him.

Yu Luo's sleeping appearance is not much different from his usual one. His eyelashes are very long, his double eyelids are deeply folded, and the bridge of his nose and brow bones are particularly well-formed. Light, just right.

This appearance is actually a bit cold, but for some reason, Huo Yang feels that Yu Luo with his eyes closed is fragile today.It is approachable, a gesture that has lost its guard.

The heart in his chest beat violently twice, Huo Yang frowned, feeling strange.

He reached out and touched Yu Luo's forehead. He didn't have a fever, and his temperature was even a little low.

Huo Yang felt strangely uncomfortable, he stood up straight and took two steps back, turned around and looked at other places, there was dinner on the dining table.

A very hearty meal, two bowls and chopsticks, untouched.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, a bit sour, and more of a sense of comfort that he had never experienced before, a feeling of a baby finding warmth, like the sense of anticipation when he opened his arms, like hoping someone would pull him the feeling in hand.

He turned around twice on the ground a little irritably, walked over and turned off the TV.

This feeling came for no reason, it was just frightening and bewildering.

When he stood next to the dining table, he was still in a daze listening to his heart beating his atrium "boom, boom, boom" in his eardrums.Sure enough, it is a stewed local chicken, the meat is white, tender and delicious, with green onion sprinkled on top, making people mouth watering.

Huo Yang stretched out his hand and touched the basin wall.

Feeling warm to the touch, he suddenly couldn't bear to withdraw his hand.

The feeling of being warmed was really good, and he suddenly understood why he couldn't write the emotions in the story well.

"Huo Yang?" Yu Luo's voice came from behind, with a trace of daze just after waking up.

Huo Yang turned around and saw the rest of him under the light of the living room, looking at him with a smile. His hair was a bit messy, but there was a reassuring warmth in his eyes.

He retracted his fingers sticking to the basin wall, and naturally reached into his pants pocket, holding a pack of cigarettes.