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Xie Yu is a person who likes to read books very much.

On the second day after moving to live with Xie Yu, Tao Xiang felt the culture shock from his collection of books full of several large bookcases, and felt sorry for his own knowledge reserve.

In order to feel Xie Yu's reading hobby, Tao Xiang randomly picked a book with a gray cover from the bookshelf.

A distant glance through the dustproof glass only allowed Tao Xiang to clearly see 1947-1997 on the spine of the book.When he pushed open the dust-proof glass door and took out the book that he had caught at a glance for a closer look, Tao Xiang was dumbfounded.

This is a collection of poems in English, the author told him to call it "Allen Ginsberg". After Tao thought about it on Baidu, he found out that he is a famous poet known as "the father of the beat generation".

I am good at cooking.

After flipping through a few pages, Tao Xiang soon felt a severe headache.

Tao thought most of the English words presented in front of him when they were broken down into individual words, but when they were put together, they immediately felt strange.

How can I be so good!

After reading several lines, Tao Xiang, who could only translate a sentence in his head, gradually turned blue. The more he read, the more he suspected that he had passed the fourth grade back then.

The original English poetry anthology is for lovers who have a certain level of attainment in this language, but Tao Xiang, an English scumbag, is stubborn and insists on clicking on Youdao Dictionary on his mobile phone to translate word by word.

So when Xie Yu came home from get off work, changed his shoes at the entrance, turned around and walked into the living room, the first thing he saw was Tao Xiang who was earnestly translating poems with a black gel pen.

"I talk to love and it comes to my head."

"The moon is loyal, though...blind?"

"She moves in my heart but can't speak, overshadowed by meticulous care?"

Tao Xiang's English translation is really outrageous, even the best words and sentences will be ruined by him.

Xie Yu didn't read a few words before he was teased and burst out laughing.

Because of the blurted out laughter, Tao Xiang instantly stopped the movement of his hands, his dark pupils gave Xie Yu a quick glance, and the knuckles holding the pen tightly started to turn pink.

The translation correction Tao wanted to wait for did not come.

Xie Yu, who sat beside him, just subconsciously reached out and stroked his hair, then leaned on him, leaning on his shoulder with half-closed eyes.

"Did I translate poorly?" Tao Xiang glanced down at Xie Yu's hair, asking a little nervously.

"Very good, very interesting." Xie Yu replied.

"..." Tao Xiang couldn't answer those words.

He bit the bullet and translated a few more sentences, and when he reached a certain sentence, he heard Xie Yu's uncontrollable laughter again.

Tao Xiang just threw away the pen and quit this time.

He turned his head and moved his left shoulder in retaliation, so that Xie Yu had to straighten up.

Perhaps because his translation was too entertaining, Xie Yu, who sat up straight, was still laughing.

This made Tao Xiang choose to close the poetry collection, with a dejected expression on his face.

"I'm going to take out the trash."

He tore out the translation he had written in his notebook, turned it into a ball of paper and wanted to throw it away.

But as soon as he stood up, Xie Yu grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

Tao wanted to feel that he happened to be sitting on Xie Yu's lap, and before he could get up, he was quickly wrapped around his waist, firmly encircling him in front of him.

"Don't use the phone dictionary anymore?" Xie Yu's deep voice lingered in Tao Xiang's ears.

His warm chest was pressed against Tao Xiang's back, and his body exuded a very light citrus fragrance: "Then use me, okay?"

Xie Yu's words were almost close to Tao Xiang's ear.

In such a deliberately low sticky emphasis, Tao Xiang couldn't think well at all.

"Why, how to use it?" He stuttered and asked such words.

"How do you want to use it?" Xie Yu raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but raised his hand to pinch his ear.

The tentacles are soft but a little hot.

The retired aunt who walks Xie Yu's dog every day is a very conscientious person.

When she sent Xiaoxuan back, Xie Yu was lowering her head, reciting the fifth poem in Allen Ginsberg's collection of poems in Tao Xiang's ear.

His voice is deep and magnetic, accompanied by ups and downs, which sounds very emotional.

It's a pity that Tao Xiang couldn't concentrate on listening to how he translated these verses.

"Wang!"

Xiaoxuan's cry came from the front door, and the sound of the key turning in the lock startled Tao Xiang. When the dark pupils dilated unconsciously, a very short trill sounded from his throat.

"Xiao Xie, are you off work?"

The aunt outside the door obviously heard the movement, and stood outside the door to ask.

"Ah."

Xie Yu stretched out his hand a little amusedly, and landed his thumb on Tao Xiang's canines, and gently rescued the whitened lower lip from being bitten.

"I came back early today."

There was a bit of uncontrollable panting in his answer, but from the perspective of a passerby, he couldn't detect it at all.

"She won't see it. Standing at the main entrance, she can't see the living room, let alone she hasn't entered the door yet."

After Xiaoxuan, who was rushing over, gave a low "sit down", Xie Yu immediately leaned down, and kissed Tao Xiang, who was so shy that his whole body was curled up in a ball, on the shoulder.

"You are like this, only I can see." He said.

Xie Yu stretched out his arms to pull Tao Xiang into his arms, and lightly touched his forehead, his bright tea-brown pupils were smudged by the warm light of the crystal chandelier, like a piece of clear and flawless amber.

Xie Yu is really kind to Tao Xiang. As long as you have seen the small details of the relationship between him and Tao Xiang, and the gentle and caring eyes in Tao Xiang's eyes, no one will doubt it.

But Xie Yu's personal charm is too prominent, because it is too dazzling and beautiful, Tao Xiang occasionally feels a kind of sadness that does not match it, and a sense of loss arises spontaneously because of this.

At this point, Xie Yu knew about it, but he couldn't correct it in a short time.

He knew very well in his heart that the more treasures he treasured in his heart, the more he would feel insecure about losing them.

Whether it's him or Tao Xiang, they will occasionally be in the same position of worrying about gains and losses.

It is by no means something that can be completely solved overnight.

In the last few working days near the end of the year, Xie Yu basically worked overtime until very late every day. When she often turned on the light and entered the bedroom, she found that Tao Xiang was already sleeping on the bed, huddled into a ball, lying quietly, leaving herself alone. Next a large space.

Every time at this time, Xie Yu would wash up lightly, and then get into the bed with a whole body of tiredness, and stretch out her arms to wrap Tao Xiang into her arms.After falling asleep, Tao Xiang was obedient and difficult to wake up. Xie Yu was able to hold him until dawn.

——But today seems to be a different day.

When Xie Yu got off work according to the usual time, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and turned on the headlights in the living room, he saw Tao Xiang who was leaning on the sofa and fell asleep, and the coffee table in front of him. Yes, a bouquet of red roses.

There are a total of 99 flowers, delicate and charming, and the budding ones are standing upright, and the exciting Xie Yu's spirit is lifted.

He was a little surprised.

He lowered his head and took a flower from the bouquet and held it in his hand. After looking at it carefully with lowered eyes, Xie Yu suddenly laughed softly.

He put the thornless rose in his bottoming shirt pocket, and walked to the sofa to hug Tao.

He didn't expect that Tao Xiang didn't sleep deeply this time, but he woke up after being carried for a few steps, and suddenly opened his ignorant black eyes to look at himself.

"Why didn't you go to sleep today?" Xie Yu pressed his lips to his forehead and asked in a low voice after kissing him lightly.

"Can't sleep."

"Miss me?"

"That's it."

Xie Yu noticed that Tao Xiang was not in high spirits when answering his own question, and his eyes even averted a bit.

He walked a few steps suspiciously, and when he saw the bright red rose petals on his chest from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly turned around sharply, and returned to the sofa with Tao Xiang in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yu asked Tao Xiang to sit on his lap, maintaining a face-to-face hugging posture, and teased him with a childlike tone: "Do you regret giving me roses?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask.

With this question, the originally well-behaved Tao Xiang immediately struggled a few times, tending to get up and leave.

Xie Yu stretched out his arm for some unknown reason, and the two of them bumped into each other painfully.

"I didn't send the roses." Tao Xiang answered with his head down.

He felt a little guilty after bumping into Xie Yu, sat up again with his legs bent, put his hands on Xie Yu's shoulders, and said seriously: "This is given to you by someone else, and there was a note on it when I signed for it." .”

People will have some tempers when they just wake up, and Tao Xiang is no different.

He didn't want to look at Xie Yu, even if Xie Yu looked at the note blankly and then pinched his chin and lifted it up forcefully, wanting him to take a good look at himself, Tao Xiang would turn his head away uncooperatively.

There is no name on the note, only a few lines of pure English verses. Tao wanted to use his mobile phone to browse through Baidu, and knew that it came from the Irish poet Yeats, and was refurbished from the French poet Lonza's "Sonnets of Destiny Luna".

The person who gave the flowers must be as fond of reading as Xie Yu.

Tao Xiang didn't want to look at him, and Xie Yu didn't force him anymore.

He took out the rose in his jacket pocket and threw it on the coffee table. After crumpling the note with the poem written on it, he simply pushed Tao Xiang into his arms and carried him to the bedroom.

This kind of thing doesn't even need to be explained.

Xie Yu understood, and Tao Xiang also understood in his heart.

It's just like Tao Xiang's heart was filled with loss, so Xie Yu's heart also had some other kind of restlessness.

"Human energy is limited."

Xie Yu lifted the hem of Tao Xiang's pajamas, revealing her narrow and fair waist, and bowed her head to kiss her lightly.

"In the future, I will try to pay as much public food as possible."

Xie Yu really paid the public rations for a long time this time, even if Tao Xiang was really sleepy to the point where he could barely lift his eyelids, there was no tendency to stop it at all.

When Xie Yu carried him to the bathroom, Tao Xiang's eyes were completely closed, and his arms were limply resting on the bathtub wall, allowing Xie Yu to fiddle with him.

"The roses are so beautiful, keep them."

Maybe it was the bouquet of roses in the living room that he accidentally spotted on the way here, and Tao Xiang couldn't help but start worrying about them before being completely overwhelmed by sleepiness.

The gentle water washed Tao Xiang's back, Xie Yu heard the "little friend" leaning on his shoulder, and whispered softly: "Next time I will give you nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers, okay?"

"it is good."