Continuously

The next two days passed quickly.

Just changed to a new mobile phone, and reported to their friends that they were safe.Yao An was fine, he didn't mention it to anyone when he went to the ancient town, and it didn't take much effort, but Yao Jianqi was bombed as soon as he went online.Xu Wei was very anxious for him, and said that he should not have put them there if he knew it earlier. Afterwards, Chen Zhe, a classmate in the studio, and Yu Yanzhui also heard about it early in the morning, and came to condolences with a bunch of lilies, and they finally brought them Cooking soup... After all kinds of tossing, it is rare to find time, and it is almost the end of the holiday.

On the day Yao An returned to school, Bi left in a panic.

On the last morning of the holiday, he tightened his half-opened backpack twice as fast as usual to catch the first high-speed train, stepped on his newly bought sneakers, and jumped to the door while tying the shoelaces, ignoring Yao Xinping. Scolding him for being careless, Yu Wan persuaded him to finish his lunch.

He was explaining why the coach was so frantic that he wanted to train late, and when he bowed, the bag fell to the ground.

He picked up the bag with both hands first, and Yao An stared at the pair of blue-patterned house slippers parked in front of him, and said "thank you" in deception.

Yao Jianqi was holding the straps on both sides, Yao An turned his back knowingly, put his arms in, turned his head, before he could tell him not to use the injured hand casually, Yao Jianqi turned away again, and went to pick up the cotton slippers on the ground that Yao An had kicked away. Open the porch shoe cabinet and put it on the top floor.

Yao Xinping's father's love is a one-time item just like his money, and he doesn't count on it after using it once. He doesn't plan to give it away this time when he leaves home, and Yao An stands on the insole and won't leave.

It can only be for the same reason.

But just letting go of half of You Yun, Yao An just said: "Then...see you next month."

Although he saw Yao Jianqi's expression, he understood that he was also sure that this promise was not guaranteed - at least in the current situation.

Yu Wan and Yao Xinping looked at them, observing a situation that they thought was just one of several separations. Although it was true to say this, in short, the parties involved could not make more aggressive moves while watching, even compared to the previous two days. Crazy, their last vacation was pretty safe and sound.

That's a buffer of time.

"Be careful on the road." Yao Jianqi's jaw moved.

It seems that it is no different from the last farewell.

"Yeah." Yao An scratched his palm tightly.

The difference is that he can now recognize that when Yao Jianqi looked at him like this, he originally wanted to kiss him.

Another person on a skateboard slipped past the window and jumped an Ollie in front of the yellow wax stone engraved with the school motto and died easily. Yao An's mind-wandering just evolved to the 28.5th time today.

When he was finally desensitized to the sound of the skateboard hitting the flower bed frequently, it was his good tablemate who woke him up this time.

"There is no end."

The feeling of having his train of thought interrupted was very frustrating, and Yao Anli stared at the 0.5 black gel pen that secretly poked his thigh, including the leftover words "Confucius Temple praying" on the cap.

The owner of the pen was unconscious, his expression could not even be called teasing, and there was a bit of decent anxiety that was urgent for others.

"teacher--"

Zhan Xing pressed his throat into a low wavy line.

Yao An understood for nearly three seconds, and on the way from the last parallel row to the podium, he saw the whole class pay attention to him, as if questioning: What kind of man are you?

Cen Yinxue held the projection pen with his left hand on the side of the podium, half of his shoulders were hidden under Wu Xiu's black hair, and he calmly repeated what he had just said: "Students in the back row by the window, please pull the curtain, the ppt cannot be seen clearly. "

Yao An pulled the curtain at the moment the word "zi" fell, and the hook clamored along the aluminum rail, covering the heart-blocking landscape stone.

Cen Yinxue didn't make things difficult for him, she nodded slightly and continued the class.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Yao An pressed his forehead.

"Brother, I thought at least you would listen to this class." Zhan Xing made a respectful gesture towards the front of the podium, holding a statue of a goddess in the air, "Who knew that you would spend a whole day in awe, every class Classes are not missed, it's kind of fucking equal."

"I..." Yao An withdrew his rebuttal in the middle, "None of your business, I do whatever I like."

Zhan Xing gave him a sideways glance with the same kind of eyes that he had just paid attention to Li, and ignored him.

Yao Ancai's perfunctory opening of the new field of vision fell down, and the spine of the book hit the table crisply, which was not so obvious in the big classroom.

Zhan Xing glanced at him inexplicably, but the latter's expression was almost silent, as if he was just careless just now.

Yao An suddenly remembered that Zhan Xing had teased him about his sexuality in an English class.

"...are there any standards?" he asked.

"What standard?" Zhanxing didn't understand.

"Just..." Yao An hesitated, "Straight man."

"Of course there is." Zhan Xing's eyes and mouth can be adjusted differently, looking at the podium while explaining, "For example, in this classroom, all the people with eyes staring like brass bells - haven't you ever had a girlfriend? Straight men are straight, why don't you ask a fart."

"That's right." Yao An picked up the book again, scribbling two pages, "It's supposed to be like this."

"What do you want to do?" Zhanxing joked, "Break your brother straight?"

Yao An turned and stopped at a certain page, and saw the two acronyms filling the gaps at the top, repeating them over and over again, which was enough physical evidence to arrest the missing of a certain moment.

"Hang."

Zhan Xing didn't listen: "What? Who?"

Yao An squeezed his ears with the palm of his hand, and said with the tinnitus like a sea tide, "Me."

Yao Jianqi squatted by the window on the first floor, picking ripe yew fruits from the branches one by one and putting them into small baskets, and a few early-ripening ones fell on the sandy soil. The set, also picked up, also has a cherry blossom eraser that has been exposed to the wind and sun and is no different from a stone.

While washing them together under the faucet, Yao Jianqi remembered that it fell in the third year of junior high. Yao An went to look for it for him, but ended up puncturing his arm.

It feels like a long time ago.

After soaking all of them, Yao Jianqi put the pine nuts on the shelf to drain, from which he easily noticed the color of someone's ear tips.Then I found a large empty candy jar in the cupboard, put it in when it was dry, and brought it back to grandma's house to make wine tomorrow Saturday.

After finishing these, he passed the living room and said "I'm going upstairs" to Yu Wan and Yao Xinping who were sitting on the carpet and looking at the report table on the coffee table, and the evening was basically completed.

It's just that when he returned to the bedroom on the second floor, he saw the message from Yao An on the screen, the first one in so many days, and felt that the night was just about to begin.

"Why don't you take the video?"

Yao Jianqi replied under the words "the other party has rejected".

Yao An: "Evening class"

Yao Jianqi: "Well, then you go to class, I will see you later"

"No, just talk like this"

"Row"

Yao Jianqi continued typing in the dialog box. Before sending it, Yao An sent another message: "How is your hand?"

He deleted a paragraph he had typed, and replied: "Okay."

Yao An: "Photograph"

Yao Jianqi put down the eraser, knocked on the desk lamp, slid the chair, found a brighter viewing angle, sent it, and waited for a response.

On the other side, after observing this overexposed photo for 3 minutes, Yao An couldn't bear it anymore: "Take a good shot! [angry]"

Yao Jianqi smiled unconsciously: "Then video, I know you don't have classes."

During the waiting time, he rearranged the loose books on the desk, wiped the lampshade of the lamp, and folded a few small portraits of tap dancers that he drew on napkins and threw them into the trash can.

Finally, the front camera experienced some blurred shaking and stopped at a rough elevation angle.

"Have you gone to shave?" Yao Jianqi said first.

Yao An moved the phone away a little: "No."

Yao Jianqi didn't ask any more questions, but seeing that his side was too bright, he asked instead, "Where are you?"

"Laundry room." Yao An avoided a person who came to pick up the dried clothes, walked to the corner and stood side by side with the mop, "The dormitory is rubbing hemp, it's too noisy."

It's not much better here.Yao Jianqi heard the clattering sound of the washing machine spinning, and looked as if he was desperately trying to spit out the clothes.

But he gave up this topic orientation and asked instead: "Why do you wear so little?"

In the night temperature of around 10 degrees Celsius, Yao An was still wearing a thin summer sweater, revealing his shiny trapezius muscles.

He looked down at his upper body, not consciously saying, "It's too boring." Then he cut to the point, "Quick, look at your hands."

The phone was leaning against the long neck of the desk lamp, Yao Jianqi obediently raised his hand to his face, asking him to look at it.

The tip of Yao An's nose was pressed against the screen, as if he was short-sighted, the burn mark turned from pink to red, then light brown, and finally faded to white.It's just that Yao An can always describe the shape of the tongue of fire that once stayed on it at a glance, like some kind of empathetic review.

"How is it?" Yao Jianqi said, "Is it almost better?"

Before he spoke, he moved his hands down two inches, just revealing his eyes and fluttering eyelashes. Before Yao An had time to look away, he looked at him logically.

"It's better to eat something lighter, especially vegetables." Yao An sipped away the momentary panic, and comforted himself with hindsight, it was not a real exchange of eyes.

"Are you tired from training?" Yao Jianqi put down his hands.

"That's it, it's about the same."

"Have you reviewed the fourth grade?"

"The teacher arranged a mock test." Yao An leaned his shoulder against the wall, "During the listening comprehension, he was still announcing the rules of the test room in English. I thought it was about to start, but I finished it, and the questions were not finished yet."

Yao Jianqi lowered his head and smiled, looking very relaxed.

For more than half an hour, the conversation remained in some innocuous daily routine. The signal near the end was that Yao An sneezed once before responding to say "nothing" and slapped three times in a row. Urge him to go upstairs to add clothes.

It's almost there.

Yao An felt a sense of tension followed by relaxation for no reason, and even shivered. He told Yao Jianqi reluctantly but with satisfaction: "Goodbye, remember not to stay up late."

Then, as usual, he waited for Yao Jianqi to hang up first.

But Yao Jianqi didn't see him for a long time.

There was no movement for a while, Yao An thought he was stuck, and poked the screen, but at this moment he heard a gentle and special voice: "Yao An, I miss you very much."

With just such a sentence, his heart was pounding like an effervescent tablet, and even the water in the washing pool had to be compromised. Yao An saw the elephant in the room.

"I miss you very much." Yao Jianqi repeated the same emphatically.

This is not some obscure question and answer. In the past, Yao An would use exclamation marks to reinforce "I miss you too much", but now, it seems that every ordinary word has been secretly replaced, and it is obvious that it is the intimacy of transmutation.

Just like Yao Jianqi's "there is another pomegranate flower" or "the bathroom has changed to a similar lime fragrance in the routine greetings these days, and the last one is used up", this kind of non-painful and lingering With a stab, it was Yao An's guilty disguise.

——Dress up the world as it was the second before the errand started.

Yao An raised his head and saw couples embracing oak trees and kapok outside the anti-theft window, and then turned back to Yao Jianqi who was silently waiting in front of the screen.

The last washing machine that was spinning off stopped beating, and in the huge auditory gap, there was still the sound of a broken will.

"Come find me."

he heard himself say.