Continuously

When everything is in winter, there is no snow in the two cities, the potted plants in the garden are moved inside, and the laundry room is always rolling the dryer in the afternoon, making a sound like clouds swallowing.

After finishing the last physiology test, Yao An caught the latest and last high-speed train home without taking a nap. He arrived at the exit 7 minutes ahead of the scheduled time and saw Yao Jianqi wearing his cashmere scarf.

With two cups of hot cocoa in his hands, Yao Jianqi just smiled and made Yao An feel hugged.

He never sees him off, only comes to pick him up, this is their unwritten habit.

"elder brother."

Yao Jianqi thoughtfully handed him the cup with the stirring stick in it, and he held it in just the right position, close to the bottom of the paper cup, so he would hardly touch it when he took it.

"Ah."

Yao An desperately felt a rush of movement, starting from the moment he accidentally touched the callus of Yao Jianqi's index finger.

There is still night at all, they tacitly refrained from squeezing the subway, and walked side by side on the asphalt road in January like two shadows, the sound of rolling wheels covered the silence, occasionally interspersed with one or two of their daily exchanges, just like when they were in different places.

But it always feels wrong.

Yao An drank the hot cocoa from the double-hole straw, forgetting that it was a sweet drink that he didn't usually catch a cold, and Yao Jianqi bought it just to warm his hands. He thought wholeheartedly that there was something wrong.

"What are you thinking?" Yao Jianqi tilted his head and asked him.

"Ah, no." Yao An spat out the straw.

Yao Jianqi looked at the white paper cup in his hand, and a line of liquid appeared under the street lamp, trembling with his steps: "Haven't you finished drinking yet?"

Yao An shook, full of gravity: "No."

"Ok."

Yao Jianqi suddenly took two steps faster, fed the half-empty cocoa cup to the sanitation truck on the side of the road, and ran back under Yao An's gaze.

"How……"

He robbed the handle of the suitcase that Yao An had been holding firmly from the station, and switched to the right, and then took Yao An's hand that was finally idle.

The sudden and appropriate temperature made Yao An exclaim a little. He didn't make any money, and even the strangeness just now dissipated easily.

"Brother." Yao Jianqi shook his hand, grinning, "Why do you seem to be in love for the first time?"

"Huh?" Yao An stared blankly.

"It's nothing." Yao Jianqi shook his head, pulled him forward, and the roller rolled out a series of tapping notes.

Yao An felt underestimated, he tugged at the other party provocatively: "It's nothing, please make it clear."

Yao Jianqi's smile was painted by the branches of Lili, and he pouted his lips, saying, "I just think...you really want to hold me, but you don't dare to."

Yao An almost crushed the cocoa in his hand.

"I don't have it!" The octave-high voice made the air on this road clear for him.

Yao Jianqi wrinkled his left eye in pain, and said repeatedly: "Then you don't want to, you don't want to."

"What's that—I don't want to?"

"You don't want to." Yao Jianqi replied solemnly, "I do."

"..." Yao An still didn't feel comfortable.

When he is uncomfortable, he wants to make trouble.

Before Yao Jianqi had time to shout "Help", there was only a lonely suitcase and a cocoa cup with a parabolic line left on the street.

The windows of the residential building suddenly opened, and a few angry national curses were thrown out, and some local accents of "you're crazy at night!" and "don't let people sleep!" night sky.

In front of a trembling rolling door of a flower shop, the perpetrators unanimously let go of their hands, and slapped the ashes on the opponent's clothes resentfully.

Yao Jianqi suffered the most, a large patch on the back of the black padded jacket shone like snow, Yao An buried his head in silently cleaning it up for him, his profile was suddenly held up by a hand.

"I want you to kiss me forcefully." Yao Jianqi looked at him with a half-smile.

Yao An quickly turned his head away: "Don't mention it soon."

Yao Jianqi refused to let him, straightened his face, moved his thumb to the corner of his lower lip, and pressed hard against the tip of the tiger's teeth.

"Fuck!" Yao An hissed in pain, ignoring the smell of blood, he grabbed the scarf around Yao Jianqi's neck, "What are you doing?"

Yao Jianqi looked at him without any fear, and said word by word: "You bite me here every time."

"..." Seeing the deep marks on his lips, Yao An suddenly felt guilty and coughed twice, "Be careful next time."

"No need." Yao Jianqi looked innocent again, "I like it very much."

Yao An blushed and wanted to scold again: "Then you..."

He didn't scold.

Yao Jianqi leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, like a cunning criminal cleaning up the scene.

And Yao An was not a victim from the beginning, but a conspiracy.

It was late when they got home, and they turned the 15-minute drive into an hour. Yu Wan and Yao Xinping were there when the door opened, the dining room and living room were lit up, there was a heated supper table, and two bowls of Yangchun noodles , three plates of dried tofu, barbecued pork, and choy sum.

Yu Wan urged Yao Xinping to go outside to smoke again, and Yao An called him when he passed the door, and he gave him an extra look at his son who had been thrown away for half a year, and then frowned: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Yao An was taken aback for a moment, and after saying "oh" twice, he finally spoke nonsense: "I was scalded by the drink."

Yao Xinping didn't know whether he was suspicious of his reaction or his injury, but he gave him a distrustful look, and finally told them to "come in quickly", and then lit a cigarette.

Yao An breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yao Jianqi suddenly, who had hidden his eyes in the scarf at some point, and even winked at him.

"Ghost spirit." Yao An mouthed.