Continuously

Startled by the impact of the bed board, the two cats jumped down one after another, touching the wooden floor with their footsteps, and fled away from them one after another.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head, his bangs and floating shadows covered his forehead, shaking slightly as he adjusted his movements one by one.

And Yao An will never forget, just a few seconds ago, when he heard Yao Jianqi push away when he knocked on the door, he opened his eyes suddenly.

So sober.

It's like saying: Sure enough.

"Did you... quarrel?" Yu Wan stood outside the door frame all the time, a little anxious, but kept a distance as usual.

She couldn't find the right words to describe the tension in the room.

"No." It was Yao Jianqi who spoke, he raised his knees and dusted off the dust.

"That……"

"Really not." Yao Jianqi raised his head and smiled at her, "It's just a mess."

Yu Wan intertwined her fingers on the wall of the cup, kept a few words in her mouth, and finally made the decision to exit.

"Come down later," she said, "It's time to eat."

After there was no third person, this floor was completely quiet. Not only the house, but also the sky was covered with sound-absorbing sponges.

Neither of them moved, and Yao Jianqi's cell phone in his pocket was slumped at an arm's length away. He didn't care, and he just straightened himself up just now, without the thought of getting up.

Yao An's mouth and chin still had the residual warmth of a feathery kiss, which was being stolen by the dry air.

Until the brakes slammed on the asphalt road farther away, like a needle piercing a sponge, he suddenly woke up, rushed over, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He stroked Yao Jianqi's thin and tough neck with both hands, and his confession was palpable.

Yao Jianqi let him hold his head up, his eyes leaked from his eyes, not very real.

Yao An was watched closely by him, Huya bit his lower lip angrily, and wanted to continue apologizing, but he heard the words in his palm.

"It's ok."

Yao Jianqi wiped away the excess hair on his forehead, put his hand on Yao An's hand on the side of his face, and repeated it again.

So not capricious.

"Does it hurt?" Yao An touched Yao Jianqi's back, spine, and calves in turn.

"Don't touch like that." Yao Jianqi picked up his two fingers and smiled, "I can't help it."

It took Yao An a while to react to his teasing.

His nerves naturally gave a sudden reaction, but fortunately he was not rational yet, he held Yao Jianqi and said, "Get up, let's talk."

Yao Jianqi lowered his eyes, stretched his left leg flat on the floor, and concentrated on playing with Yao An's fingertips.

"Yao Jianqi?" Yao An pulled away a little.

Yao Jianqi tightened the remaining knuckles, raised his eyebrows, his face was slightly feminine due to the shadow of the light, but he said simply: "No."

Yao An frowned: "You..."

"Waiting for us to eat." Yao Jianqi said easily, "Did you forget?"

"Then we'll..."

The sudden vibration of the wooden board interrupted Yao An, he heard the sound and looked around, the cell phone lying on the ground glowed brightly.

Yao Jianqi leaned over and snatched it, covered the screen with his hand, pressed it out without reading the content, and threw it to the corner of the bed.

But Yao An still saw it, a text message from an unknown number.

"You stepped on thunder."

The No. 7 ball didn't touch the backboard, and fell in the air. At the same moment it hit the three-second zone, Zhan Xingjia made a fresh palm print on the back of his hand in mid-air.

The black and yellow basketball bounced another arc on the asphalt court, smelling the sweat and bouncing towards it. Yao An's elbow stopped it on the inside of the three-point line.

"I fouled again." Yao An admitted happily, and threw the ball to Zhan Xing, "Again."

Zhan Xing clamped the ball to his left waist and wiped the sweat on his chin with his wristband: "Are you sure?"

Yao An didn't say anything, just bypassed him and waited outside the central circle.

Zhanxing had no choice but to pull the tights that stuck to his skin and walked over.

This half is very empty, compared to the 3V3 at the other end, but it's all wild balls, no one cares so much.

Zhanxing dribbled the ball to attack, and sometimes changed the ball under his crotch. Yao An defended with his right foot in front.

Yao An stared at Zhan Xing's ball, blocked his route, and defended himself tightly.

The two moved towards the free throw line little by little. In the past, they had faced each other. Although Zhan Xing was professional, Yao An knew him well and could always predict the opponent's next move correctly and know his fake moves.

Not this time.

After a simple shot threat, Zhan Xing took advantage of Yao An's attention and action when he blocked the shot, and quickly broke through from his right side without touching the ground.

A thunderous attack, the impact of the rebound is not so obvious in the call of the opponent.

Yao An lifted the hem of his T-shirt, wiped it on his face, and didn't look at it.

"The muscles are good." Rarely did Zhan Xing not seize the opportunity to croak, he slapped hard, the ball with reduced momentum rebounded again, and when it was falling, he weighed it with his shoulders before catching it.

"Originally." Yao An stretched his clothes and sat down on the spot.

"Not humble at all." Zhan Xing curled his lips, crouched down holding the ball, "Excuse me?"

He half tugged on the tights in a gesture.

Yao An glanced at it: "The quality is not bad."

"I'll fuck you!" Zhan Xing knew that he couldn't fart well, tore off his clothes, and threw a knife at the other party.

Yao An propped his hands behind his back, opening his hands at an acute angle of more than ten degrees, and when he raised his head, his Adam's apple swelled with a slight copper light.

Just now, his eyes were filled with sweat, and there was some excruciating pain.

"Why does it feel like you're out of shape?" Zhan Xing fiddled with the basketball back and forth between his knees, touching his left side to his right side, "Usually you can cover me a lot."

Yao An closed his eyes, letting the sunlight evaporate, "It means you have made progress."

"Hey." Zhan Xing smiled strangely, and then continued, "It's not just playing ball, you have been a little bit these two days. Didn't you smash the bucket while carrying water yesterday, and you even lost more than a dozen dollars."

When he didn't respond, Zhan Xing said to himself: "You're wrong since you came back on Tuesday, not to mention, the class is full on Monday, and the teacher knows everyone, it's a pity that you skipped class without giving a leave slip..."

Under the light, the field of vision was flesh red, with spots like sunspots. Yao An's ears were listening, but his thoughts returned to Monday night.

Yao Jianqi put the bibimbap on the ground, patted the yurt, and called the two cats to come out.

"No need." He said with his back to Yao An.

Yao An was a little anxious, but because of the presence of Yao Xinping and Yu Wan, he had no choice but to persuade briefly: "Let's go out and talk."

"It's fine to go out." Yao Jianqi teased the end of the cat's tail, "But what are we talking about? What's there to talk about?"

There was no fluctuation in his tone, as if he was asking a routine question, and he really didn't understand.

"If you have any questions, let's have a good chat..." Yao An returned to his original rhetoric.

Yao Jianqi turned his head without any preparation, looked at him, and said straightforwardly and irrefutablely: "I said, brother, we have no problem."

"You don't have a relationship problem, do you?"

Zhan Xing looked at him with a half-believing gaze, and couldn't hold back his leg soreness, so he also sat down.

"It seems to be." Yao An didn't want to hide it at all. If it sounded vague, it was because he was really dazed and tired.

"Then tell me." Zhan Xing was not surprised, "Just like before, I'll explain it to you."

Yao An twitched the corners of his mouth, and didn't have much strength to smile: "Not exactly this."

His fingers dig into the rough asphalt, trying to use this futile force to assist his memory and eyes, so as to further see clearly, the anonymous message reminder on Yao Jianqi's mobile phone, and the flashing content on it.

"There is a promotion in the online shop."

Yao Jianqi raised his hand and showed the screen in front of him.The time showed that it was indeed around dinner time.

"I've been busy the past few days, so I haven't had time to unsubscribe." Yao Jianqi kicked on the stone brick with his heel, and the rocking chair and they on the rocking chair tilted back and forth at the same time.

Yao An watched as he typed unsubscribe one by one in the dialog box, and then cleared all the information in batches, except the top column.

"Why don't you delete mine?" Yao An placed his left hand in the middle of the backrest behind Yao Jianqi, like a half-hearted hug.

Yao Jianqi glanced at him, without that expression of knowingly asking, and then said, "Because I like it."

He clicked on the letters, and flipped through each one. It was a bit long, but he still turned to the earliest one.

"Look." He tilted his chin a little, "At that time you still pressed the phone, and we could only chat by text message."

Yao An saw it, it was a message urging Yao Jianqi to go home early, it was the first year of high school, probably.

Yao Jianqi's unique reminiscence tone made Yao An feel unhappy. He didn't like reminiscing very much, and always felt that it was something to do when we were separated.

"My memory is really bad!"

Yao An gathered his fists in frustration, and hit his forehead several times with all his strength.

"What's going on all of a sudden?" Zhan Xing saw his momentum of beating himself to pieces, and dodged aside in fear, "Don't splash your brains on me."

He said the latter sentence to ease the atmosphere, otherwise how would he deal with Yao An's sudden madness under such a straightforward and bright sunshine?

"It's none of your business." Yao An's tone was not malicious. He put down his fist and sat up straight. His fingers were drawing on the colored asphalt. At first, the handwriting soaked in sweat could still be seen, but it soon dried up. .

He is trying to figure out what symbols or passwords, where he missed them, and what are the words on the anonymous text message.Zhan Xing also pondered with him for a long time, scratched his head, and hesitated to speak.

Yao An cursed secretly, always felt that there was an outline, but he just couldn't see it clearly.

"Actually... I know." Zhan Xing put the basketball down, leaned forward a little, and opened his mouth.

"Know what?" Yao An didn't have time to spare, so he said something casually.

Zhanxing dunked the soft skin of the spiking ball, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say you were gay?"

His finger was finally broken by the slag, and he was so caught off guard that he didn't have time to hear the second half of the sentence.

Yao An suddenly raised his head and grabbed Zhan Xing by the collar: "What did you say?!"

Zhan Xing's center of gravity was unsteady, he leaned backwards, but was locked by his collar. He shouted at Yao An in pain, "Your grandma is a hammer, so if you're gay, you're gay. As for the convulsions..."

The swear words were slammed down, and Yao An just endured it, and the hand that grabbed the collar was thrown down in vain, and he even fell backward with his whole body.

His mind was blank, filled with six large characters.

"Gays are disgusting"

The blackboard in the middle is smooth and black, which makes the chalk writing in the middle even more recognizable.

It was blindingly white.

In the classroom, black heads were scattered behind the stacked books. Because they arrived at school early, they unfortunately became the first audience.

That line of writing arrived earlier than them, maybe it was left last night, it is already unknown.

More and more students are arriving one after another, their spines bent by books and tomorrow, and their heads occupied by modern times and geological layers.With so many words, in comparison, six words are too few to be worth any attention. It must be because of this that it has been left to this day, right?

It was just an action of feeding the belly of the table, Yao Jianqi didn't have time to think about it, he didn't even see clearly the glance just now.

He didn't even need to read it clearly, he had read it too many times in the text message.

It was less than half a minute when Yao Jianqi took out the last exercise book from his bag, but there was always someone in a hurry, otherwise how could he hear the voice: "Why should I clean the blackboard? I'm not... ..."

There were two noises of chairs being pushed back, and a girl walked up quickly, and said to everyone in the lecture: "Who made it, everything is boring?"

The classroom was quiet for a few moments at first, and then there was a little chatter and noise, accompanied by a few obvious responses: "We are all classmates, what kind of eccentricity is going on behind the scenes" "If you have the ability to stand up"...

And the person who may be sitting within this 60 square meters, his or her face is hidden among the strangers who dare not pretend to be.

The girl who was the deputy class monitor stared around the audience, every face was innocent, and she had nowhere to vent her anger. After ordering "Everyone read, don't read", she went to erase the blackboard at the corner of the table.

The moment before touching, the eraser was picked up by another long and callused hand.

Yao Jianqi looked at the other party's slightly surprised eyes, thanked him silently, and said, "I'll come."

He turned around, brushed back and forth, and the sharp and hasty words were erased just like that.

Yao Jianqi patted the powder on the back of his hands, and nodded slightly to everyone who was looking at him: "I'm sorry to disturb everyone."

Then he raised his head and straightened his back: "Also, homosexuality is not disgusting, if you disagree, please talk to me face to face."