I got the thief boss

Before Xie Shuyi could react, Jing Luo reached into his clothes.

Jing Luo scratched him and said, "Do you dare to say it again? Do you dare?"

Xie Shuyi hid while laughing, he wanted to grab Jing Luo's hand like he did a few times before, but Boss Jing learned his lesson this time and didn't give him a chance at all.

Xie Shu also hid while laughing, and accidentally stepped on the plastic basin filled with water next to him.

Unfortunately, Boss Jing was also implicated, because his hand was still on Xie Shuyi, and Xie Shuyi subconsciously grabbed him when he fell, so the two fell firmly together.

The moment he fell to the ground, Xie Shuyi hugged Jing Luo's waist subconsciously. It was a coincidence that Jing Luo's lips just slid over Xie Shuyi's cheek at that moment. Lie on Xie Shuyi's body.

It's numb and crisp, like an electric current passing through, whether it's on the face, lips or heart.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the sound of the heartbeat was amplified and overlapped at this moment, as if implying something.

The two hearts touch each other, and the distance between their hearts is indescribable, no matter how many words they say.

Time passed for a long time, so long that Jing Luo forgot how long he had been lying on Xie Shuyi's body, and only felt the water in the basin spread to his hand, with a wet and cool feeling.

Jing Luo struggled to get up, but was surrounded by people helplessly. He put his hands on the ground, looked down at Xie Shuyi, and finally became angry from embarrassment: "Get your claws away from me!"

Xie Shu didn't respond, and he didn't move his hands on his waist. He looked straight at Jing Luo and said, "Did you kiss me just now?"

"Boom..." Jing Luo's heartbeat exploded, and his face became inexplicably hot. He retorted without thinking, "You..."

Before he could say the last word, Xie Shuyi stopped him, "I can feel it, face, you kissed my face."

"..."

Knowing that he was wrong, Jing Luo hesitated for a long time, and finally spit out four words: "This is an accident."

"Accidents are okay, just treat it as..." Xie Shuyi thought for a while, and continued, "You can give me a gift, Boss Jing, do you want to reciprocate?"

Jing Luo: "What gift..."

Before Jing Luo could finish speaking, he saw Xie Shuyi's face enlarged, and he could clearly see his embarrassment from Xie Shuyi's pupils.

Without waiting for Xie Shuyi to approach, Jing Luo thumped vigorously like a salted fish, Xie Shu couldn't hold him back, so he could only let go, and he said with a smile on his face, "You're kidding."

Jing Luo stood up pretending to be calm, and said: I'll go and see if the curtains have been washed.

He slipped away with his tail between his legs.

After Boss Jing fled in despair, Xie Shu also sat on the ground for a while, touched his warm cheeks, listened to his restless heartbeat, completely confused about his orientation.

When Jing Luo took out the curtains to dry, Xie Shu was cleaning the windows in style.

Boss Jing dodged his eyes, avoiding Xie Shuyi's sight and came outside.

He took the curtains and hung them on the clothes rack in the yard, so that people would be cool after the cold wind in the yard.

It can cool down his restless and fanatical heart.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the beams of sunlight looked like spotlights on the stage.

Xie Shu also saw a scene through the window that made his heart flutter.

The beige curtains were hung on the hangers in the yard, and the sunlight penetrated through the patterns on the curtains to form strangely shaped halos. Jing Luo stood on the side of the backlight, and the halos hit him like the focus of attention on the stage.

But at the moment there is no audience, only Xie Shuyi is a bystander.

A bystander who witnessed his emotions.

But it doesn't matter, whether the seats are full or empty, he will always be the focus of that person's eyes.

Xie Shu was also a little fascinated by watching, his mind was relaxed, watching every move of the people outside the window at this moment, the flame called heartbeat in his heart was burning higher and higher.

Jing Luo seemed to have noticed something, when he raised his head suddenly, Xie Shuyi had no time to look back, but he looked into his eyes, but before he could see clearly, he looked back.

Xie Shu, who was caught, also hurriedly turned his head, turned his head to the side and took a few deep breaths, and then resumed his usual expression. He turned his head to look at Jing Luo again, only to see Boss Jing glaring at him, and raised his finger. Pointing to the glass, he mouthed a sentence: Don't be lazy, do it quickly!

In the winter afternoon, with the warmth, a seed called Xindong was quietly planted in the heart, and it can only bloom in spring in the coming year.

By the time the two of them had completed this massive cleaning project, the sky had already darkened, with only a few red afterglow still permeating the sky.

After dinner, both of them slumped on the sofa motionless.

Jing Luo rubbed his sore neck and shoulders, and let out a long sigh.

"Tired?" Xie Shu also asked.

"Thanks to you." Jing Luo replied.

Xie Shu also smiled, "Shall I rub it for you?"

"You can?"

Xie Shu didn't answer and asked instead: "How did you feel last time?"

"What was last time?"

"You are so forgetful, Boss Jing," Xie Shuyi smiled and sighed, "That time you stiffened your neck."

"That time, it's okay, barely make do."

Last time I felt really good, although not so professional, but the neck is indeed much more comfortable.

Jing Luo thought for a while and said, "Then come here."

Xie Shu also smiled, got up and sat down next to Jing Luo, he said, "Turn around and face me with your back."

Jing Luo turned around obediently and sat down with her back to him.

The cool fingers brushed against Jing Luo's neck, making him shiver.

Xie Shuyi: "Is it cold?"

Jing Luo: "A little bit, why are your hands always so cold?"

Xie Shuyi: "It must be cold."

"Then why aren't my hands cold?" He said, reaching out to touch Xie Shuyi's fingertips, and he left immediately.

But Xie Shu also felt the temperature of Jing Luo's fingers, warm and familiar.

Jing Luo withdrew her hand, "You may have a physical problem."

"Maybe." After finishing speaking, he began to press Boss Jing's shoulders gently.

"Is this strength appropriate?" Xie Shu also asked.

"It's a little heavy, take it lightly."

Xie Shu also lightened his strength a bit, and asked again: "How about this?"

Jing Luo nodded, "That's about the same."

Boss Jing was enjoying Xie Shuyi's caring massage service, and suddenly said without hesitation: "Xie Shuyi, don't you always have a neck pain?"

Xie Shuyi massaged his hands. He does suffer from neck pain. It is an occupational disease caused by writing all the year round. If he bows his head for too long, his neck will become stiff and unable to lift.

Xie Shuyi: "How do you know?"

"..."

It is easy for people to speak without going through the brain in extreme comfort. Jing Luo was stunned, and suddenly opened his eyes, "I guess, you have to bow your head, can you keep your head down so that your neck doesn't hurt..."

Xie Shu also smiled, "It's much better now."

Jing Luo also smiled cooperatively, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

The end of the year is getting closer and closer, and the two of them have finished their busy work.After lunch, Jing Luo sat for a while, then got up to get a bottle of wine to go out, and took two paper cups by the way.

"Where are you going?" Xie Shu also saw his posture, thinking that he was going to compete with others again.

"Go and drink with my dad." Jing Luo said.

Xie Shu was also a little puzzled, he had never seen Jing Luo's father in such a long time, "Uncle also lives here?"

Jing Luo smiled and said, "I live in the cemetery not far away."

Xie Shu was also taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was about to apologize, but before he could open his mouth, Jing Luo said, "It's okay, I've been away for many years."

Xie Shu also opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"Let's go, be back soon."

Xie Shuyi: "Yes."

Holding the wine bottle in his hand, Jing Luo zipped up his clothes and went out the door.

Jing Luo's father had indeed passed away for several years. When he was 16 years old, his father's death was accidental, and it was precisely because of the accident that it was extremely difficult for people to accept.

There was a chill in the desolate cemetery, and rows of pine trees stood proudly, like guards guarding the dead.

Jing Luo walked through rows of tombstones and stopped in front of a monument. He didn't speak, just stared at the people on the monument for a while, then turned around and sat on the ground.

He put the wine bottle aside, took out two paper cups in his arms, poured two glasses of wine, placed one in front of the tombstone, and held the other in his hand.

"It's Chinese New Year again, Dad." He took a sip of his wine and looked into the distance. "I didn't bring you flowers this time, but I only brought a bottle of wine. I know you like to drink white wine, so I brought it for you." He said. After finishing, he pushed the paper cup forward again.

"I'm fine, I eat well, I sleep well, and I'm fine."

Jing Luo was silent for a while, and then said, "She should be fine."

He drank another sip of wine, and said to himself: "I recently made a new friend, a writer, who is very nice." He smiled, "It's just that I don't speak much."

……

"He also celebrated the New Year alone."

Jing Luo withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to look at the man on the tombstone who had a little bit of imagination with him, "Don't worry about me, you will be fine over there, don't worry about it."

After watching for a while, he tilted his head, put his elbows on his knees, rubbed the wall of the paper cup, and said a lot to himself, just like a child who usually talks to his father, expressing all the complaints, Sadness, grievance and joy all poured out in one go.

The only regret is that this man who usually pats him on the shoulder and smiles to comfort him can only look at him with a smile through the cold tombstone.

Jing Luo wiped his eyes, looked at the last sip of wine in the paper cup, and said, "It's the last sip." He lightly touched the paper cup in front of the man, raised his head and drank it down.

He put the paper cup next to the unmoving glass of wine, "Let's drink here today," he smiled, as if remembering something, and continued, "It's easy to talk nonsense if you drink too much, and you have suffered a loss once. , drink less this time, and you too, drink less wine over there."

"I almost forgot," Jing Luo touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two cigarettes from it, covered the rest and put it in front of the glass of wine, "I'll take two, and give the rest to me." You," he added after finishing speaking, "smooth less."

After saying this, he stood up and patted the dirt on his clothes.

A ray of light in the distance shone through the tall and straight pine trees, and hit the tombstone to illuminate the smile of the man in the photo.

Jing Luo looked at the man in the photo and said softly, "Let's go, Dad."

"Don't wait, there are still people waiting for me at home, I will come to see you next year."

On the way back, Jing Luo walked a little fast.

For the first time, someone at home was waiting for him, and he didn't return from one cold place to another.

Back home, as soon as he opened the door, he saw that Xie Shuyi was sitting on the rattan chair with the cat in his arms, waiting for him. Maybe he had been waiting for a long time, and his hands were already red from the cold.

Xie Shu also looked at Jing Luo who was panting slightly, and asked with a smile, "Run so fast? You seem to miss me?"

Jing Luo didn't speak, and it was rare that he didn't refute. He came to the wicker chair and sat down next to Xie Shuyi, touched the cat, and said, "Wait for me?"

"Yes, waiting for you."

"It feels good."

"What's good?"

The feeling of someone waiting for me to come home.

Jing Luo hugged the cat in his arms to his lap, and Xie Shuyi had no time to put his hands in his pockets to keep warm.

Jing Luo hugged the cat and shook the wicker chair with her feet.

The two just sat like this, neither of them spoke to each other, but this silence was worth a thousand words.

After being so quiet for a while, Xie Shuyi suddenly heard the sound of a lighter being ignited, and then smelled a smell of tobacco.

He turned his head and saw Jing Luo pinching the cigarette with one hand and stroking the cat in his arms with the other. The smoke spit out and was blown away by the wind, and a few wisps floated in front of Xie Shuyi's eyes. He looked at Jing Luo through the smoke, and his vision was a little hazy.

"Why are you still smoking?" Xie Shuyi asked with a smile.

Jing Luo didn't speak, took another puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke before saying, "Happy."

"Your reason is quite special."

Jing Luo smiled and did not speak, quietly smoking the cigarette in his hand.

After exhaling the last puff of smoke, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, and this frozen red hand looked familiar.

Not only is it familiar, but I have touched it myself.

"What are you doing?" Jing Luo turned her head and asked.

Xie Shu also didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to him again.

"Oh..." Jing Luo hurriedly smoked the last puff, pressed the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it. After doing this series of actions, he put the butt of the cigarette in Xie Shuyi's hand, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Xie Shuyi: "?"

He sighed, got up and walked to the balcony and threw it into the trash can.

When he came back, Jing Luo was putting the last cigarette in his mouth, just took out the lighter, and before he could light it, the cigarette in his mouth was gone.

Jing Luo looked up with a dazed expression, only to see that Xie Shuyi had already put the cigarette he had snatched from his mouth into his mouth.

He snatched the lighter from the bewildered Jing Luo, lit it before sitting down again.

"You..." Jing Luo said with some embarrassment, "I got it in my mouth..."

Xie Shu also took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I don't despise you."

Jing Luo wanted to refute again, but was taken aback by the way Xie Shuyi was smoking. He pinched the cigarette between two fingers, and his eyes were slightly squinted. Judging from the movements of smoking and exhaling, he was not a novice at all.

Jing Luo became interested, and he asked jokingly, "I didn't see it, Xie Shuyi, you still smoke."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xie Shuyi to reply, he continued: "Look at my memory, I forgot that you are an acting school."

Xie Shu also smiled, looking at the cigarette with sparks in his hand, "Thanks to Boss Jing for teaching me."

"Don't dare to be, you still have talent."

"I haven't smoked for many years, and I have forgotten what it tastes like." He took another puff of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. My son has smoked before."

This is the truth. Since he made up his mind to make a complete change, Xie Shuyi rarely touches cigarettes, and occasionally smokes a few, but he is not addicted.

"Ten years? You can smoke when you are a teenager?" Jing Luo looked him up and down again, "I can't tell, there are stories when you are young."

Xie Shu also took his last puff of cigarette, put it out, and said with a smile, "Young and frivolous."

Jing Luo echoed with a smile, "It's light and crazy."

Xie Shu also smiled and did not reply.

The air was quiet for a while, Xie Shuyi said again: "Come in, it's windy."

"You go in first, I'll wait."

Xie Shu also didn't say anything, got up and went into the house, threw the cigarette butts into the trash can, and went to the house to take out the small blanket on the sofa.

He sat down and covered them both with a blanket.

Looking at his series of actions, Jing Luo was a little confused, "What are you doing?"

"Wait, I'll accompany you."

Jing Luo didn't speak, and pulled the blanket towards Xie Shuyi, but the blanket was a bit small, and if it was pulled toward him, the wind would leak from its own side, and if it was pulled toward itself, the wind would leak from his side, and it went back and forth several times Back and forth, there is air leakage on one side.

Xie Shu also smiled, took the initiative to sit next to Jing Luo, pulled the blanket, just enough to cover the two of them completely, "Okay."

The two were very close, their legs stuck together, and Xie Shuyi's hand touched his own from time to time. Jing Luo was a little embarrassed for a while, and wanted to move to the side, but if he moved, the air would leak out. In desperation, he had no choice but to be quiet. It's a statue of Buddha.

It didn't take long. Boss Jing didn't know whether he was freezing or he didn't want to be a Buddha statue anymore. He lifted the blanket and said, "Wait, I'm going back to the house."

Xie Shu also smiled and followed him into the house with the blanket in his arms.

The next day was still sunny, Jing Luo decided to take Xie Shu and go out for a walk when he had nothing else to do.

Xie Shu was also scared, recalling the group of enthusiastic matchmaker aunts before, saying nothing and not going out.

"Don't worry," Jing Luo said, "Just go out for a walk, it won't be hard for you to stay at home all day long."

"..."

really uncomfortable

The weather is fine, the sun is shining brightly, and the air is still dry and cold in the twelfth lunar month.

Jing Luo brought Xie Shuyi around and came to the small park.

Xie Shu also suspected that he did it on purpose

Because Boss Jing is gathering in the crowd to watch the old men play chess

Make gestures from time to time

"..."

Xie Shu also had no choice but to stand quietly by the side

Jing Luo looked at it for a while, but there were too many people, and she couldn't get a number for a while, so she had to sit and wait while holding Xie Shuyi to watch.

The two of them were sitting on a chair in the park, and beside them were the aunts chatting.

In every place, there are always a group of aunts who are their local radio speakers, and it is well known that anyone who has a story falls into their ears and can spread it the next day.

good or bad

weddings and funerals

For example, now they are talking about the thief the old lady mentioned earlier.

"Hey, I heard that the thief who entered Lao Zhang's house a few days ago was caught, and she is still a woman."

"Hey, it's amazing, she's still a woman."

Hearing this, Jing Luo and Xie Shu also looked at each other in blank dismay, with a chill creeping up their backs unconsciously.

Xie Shuyi: "...Boss Jing, is this lucky?"

Jing Luo: "Fortunately, I usually do a lot of good things."

Xie Shuyi: "?"

Jing Luomin glanced at him, and silently uttered two words: Jade.

After finishing speaking, Boss Jing pricked up his ears and continued to listen to the follow-up.

"The thief is also short-hearted. He is addicted to stealing and stealing. If he can't do it once, he should pay it twice!"

"It's good to catch it. I've been thinking about this for the past few days, and I can't sleep well."

"Who says it's not? I dare not open the door these days."

Aunts, you said something to me, and they all echoed.

Xie Shu also listened and echoed: Me too.

Jing Luo: "?"

nice to say

Wasn't it you who slept like a dead pig for those few days when you co-authored it?

"Hey, hey, have you heard?" one of the aunts said with a low voice, "The son of the old Chen family brought back a boyfriend!"

"What?! Boyfriend?"

"Old Qi, you can't talk nonsense!"

"How dare I say such nonsense, I have seen it all, the two of them are holding hands, and they are so tired of talking."

There was a sigh of relief in the group of aunts, and then there was a lot of discussion.

"Does Lao Chen know?"

"I took it all home, don't you know?"

"Hey, those old Chen and his wife really liked it. If my son brings back a man, I have to drive him out."

"Me too. I can't accept it. I'm still waiting to hold my grandson."

Hearing this, Xie Shu also subconsciously turned his head to look at Jing Luo.

Jing Luo was lowering her head, unable to see her expression clearly.

As if he noticed his gaze, he also turned his head to look at Xie Shuyi.

Their eyes met, and both of them had deep emotions hidden in their eyes. They seemed to have a lot to say, but neither of them opened their mouths.

The topic continued, and one of the aunts with a loud voice said: "Oh, you pedantic ideas, what's the age of this."

"If your son brings home a man, can you agree?"

"I agree, why don't I agree, the most important thing is for my son to be happy, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman."

"Then you are in a good mood."

.........

I don't know when the sky darkened, the aunts who chatted changed one topic after another, and the old men who played chess changed wave after wave.

The north wind began to howl again, blowing through the gap into the clothes.

Jing Luo tightened his collar and said, "It's getting dark, let's go home, Xie Shuyi."

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The content is a bit much Q_Q