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When the plane landed, it was early morning in the local area, before dawn, and the streets were deserted. Except for the homeless people on the road around the city, Yao An had no time to see clearly.

Including 12 swimmers, they checked into the hotel collectively. The bellman left after receiving the tip. The coach told him again in the corridor to gather at 01:30 tomorrow afternoon and go to the club to familiarize himself with the training environment.

"The physical fitness test may take a little longer." The boss discussed with the coach, "We need to understand their physical conditions before we can make a rehabilitation plan."

"Then let's start at 02:30." The coach said, "I'll get the key to the equipment room at noon."

The boss nodded in agreement, and after saying goodbye to the coach, he turned to the two behind him and said, "Did you hear? You have a morning off."

"It's too short." Pang Sheng yawned, "I'd rather sleep through it."

"Didn't get enough sleep on the plane?" The boss handed them the phone card, "Don't worry, I've left you a chance to 'escape from work' at night."

The interior decoration is a bit retro, the wall flowers are complicated, and there is a terrace, which is a sign of a smoking room.

Yao An opened the suitcase on the coffee table and pushed aside the clothes. The cigarettes that were originally buried in the corner were scattered everywhere due to the twists and turns of the journey, and there were more than a dozen cigarettes that were not put into the box. Branches can't enter the country.

"I'll go." Pang Sheng sat up from the end of the bed and woke him up, "Are you here to open?"

Yao An didn't move his back, he casually took out two and threw them at him.

"What kind of cigarette is this? It looks weird." Pang Sheng twirled the magnetic blue cigarette body, stepped back under the bedside lamp, and checked to make sure he hadn't smoked it before.

"Lilac cigarettes." Yao An took out the lighter he bought from a homeless man, put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

It was only at this moment that he realized that there was not much liquid butane left in it at all, and the man was still asking him for a high price because the store was not open.

"Clove-flavored cigarettes..." Pang Sheng didn't rush to inhale, he lit a little bit near his mouth, and he had a flash of inspiration, "I have an impression!"

Yao An let out a "hmm" and pulled his legs out, ignoring the words he left behind, "This smoke is more poisonous than flue-cured tobacco. It's not good for your health, do you know..."

Walking to the terrace, he took off the cigarette, and heard the clicking sound of the burning in his hand, which gradually replaced the strong heartbeat starting from the stratosphere, and exhaled the first visible breath towards the kale in the sky.

When the sky was bright, Yao Jianqi walked into the floor through the fire door. His gray vest was soaked by the early morning jogging and the steps on the sixth floor. Neighbor Mrs. Dubuque said hello, of course, he called the lady.

Yao Jianqi stopped in front of the door, he didn't bring the key, the spare key was under the carpet by the door, but he knocked on the door anyway, with a force that wouldn't disturb the people but would definitely wake up the people talking in their sleep.

But the other party's response was unexpectedly fast, Da Ling immediately opened the door for him, looking neat and awake, sat down on the shoe cabinet, picked up the men's leather shoes on the ground, and continued to polish them.

"It's rare." Yao Jianqi leaned over to take off his shoes, and glanced at them casually, "Isn't this mine?"

"Fortunately, it's not too late to find out!" Da Ling kicked out with his foot, and the door slammed shut, "It's just a little effort, don't worry about it."

"But..." Yao Jianqi stopped abruptly consciously, took off his vest and walked to the bathroom, "Okay, when I change clothes and come out, it's almost time."

Normally, Yao Jianqi would not choose a suit unless the occasion required it.

Business suits are too formal. Yao Jianqi only rented them once for the interview after applying for M1, and rarely wore them again after that, and this time was no exception.

There is no full-length mirror in the living room, but the frosted glass door of the bathroom can just reflect the figure. The coat is made of beige seersucker fabric, a simple embroidered white T-shirt with a narrow lapel collar, and the trousers are lace-up handmade trousers of the same material.

Da Ling wore tinted contact lenses, and came out of the bedroom after changing clothes. She was wearing a burgundy topstitched pinstripe suit jacket and Parisian trousers, without a tie. The thick shirt in the middle was left open with two buttons on purpose. Artistic doodles.

"Ah—" Da Ling, who was still holding up her wrist to apply perfume behind her ear, was suddenly discouraged, "Are you wearing this suit, are you sure?"

"Sure." Yao Jianqi fastened the only button on his body.

"This set can't be matched with leather shoes." Da Ling rubbed her forehead, "I can only wear sneakers that are not so sporty."

Yao Jianqi patted his cuffs and casually said, "No big problem."

"Please cheer up your aesthetics, okay?" Da Ling reluctantly ran to the entrance, picked up the leather shoes, stuffed them into the shoe cabinet, measured him from head to toe when he got up, and finally stopped at the lapel.

"Here." He patted the fabric on Yao Jianqi's collar from the air, "Something is missing."

"Don't worry about it so much." Yao Jianqi glanced at his watch, "Go and check the speakers and audio."

"Tell me—" Da Ling didn't seem to have the word anxious in his nature, his eyes wandered from the collar to Yao Jianqi's face, and said, "How about wearing a brooch?"

Yao Jianqi lowered his wrist, guessing what he would say next.

"The one you brought back a while ago is in an envelope." Da Ling asked curiously, "It's a brooch, right?"

Yao Jianqi didn't deny it, nor did he show any more expressions.

"That's not right!" Da Ling clapped his hands, he has always been good at making fun of himself, "Quick, take it out, I want to see it!"

Yao Jianqi walked to the coffee table without stopping, and opened the locker on the ground floor. He knew that if he didn't find that thing, this morning would only be more boring.

Da Ling took the envelope from him, saw a small bulge under the crease, he smiled and poured the small thing into the palm of his hand.

A brooch shaped like a silver bottle cap with jagged edges, with the inscription on the front in Gothic script: l'ivresse

"Intoxicated, drunk after drinking." Da Ling translated lightly, looking up, "It sounds like a temptation."

Yao Jianqi did not agree, took the brooch from his hand, and pinned it to the collar of his suit.

"Hey." Da Ling grabbed Yao Jianqi's wrist before piercing through, blinking his blue eyes, "I'm just kidding, my Dylan Thomas."

Yao Jianqi said silently, "Can we go out now?"

"Wait for the last moment." Da Ling snatched the pin, threw it into the envelope, and put it on the dressing table when she entered the bedroom.

While waiting for him, Yao Jianqi brought his coffee cup from the kitchen, changed into a pair of sneakers that were not so conspicuous, and picked up the leather handbag.

"Finally!" Da Ling's fingertips reflected the summer light, and when he arrived in front of Yao Jianqi, he saw clearly that it was a gemstone brooch.

"No, no!" Da Ling preemptively stood on the steps of the entrance, lowered his head and pierced his soft fabric.

"What is this?" Yao Jianqi lowered his eyebrows after he pinned it on.

"Lixuehua." Da Ling smiled contentedly, "The language of flowers is 'look forward to reunion'."

Yao An took a zoning map from the front desk, the English version, even though the waiter had marked his location, he still looked ugly, after he finished translating it casually with the software, his eyes stopped on a college building.

I checked before boarding the plane, it is not far from here, about 21 minutes walk.

Stepping out of the revolving door, there were not many commuters at this time, most of the newsstands and stalls on the street were closed, and there was only one fast food restaurant. Yao An had already ordered breakfast for two at the hotel, and he randomly chose the one with fried eggs. For that portion, I ate two croissants and yogurt, and I was still very full at this time.

A security guard was set up at the entrance of the subway station on the side of the road. Passengers were routinely asked about their destinations. Yao Anbi looked at the monument on the map and the tall buildings in the original place. After waiting for a traffic light, he walked to the center island and passed another The traffic lights are completely across the road.

After walking half a circle around the square, he saw the fountain inside. After that, Yao An could not find a more adequate objective counterpart. He regretted not downloading the software in advance, so he folded the map a few times and brought it to his eyes. Except for the obelisk, no more details can be seen.

He looked around, and there were faces that could not tell their age. Some people were walking, some were riding with helmets, some were sitting by the river reading a book, there were a row of chairs there, and retro advertisements were hung on the transparent platform. Pigeons huddled on the fence and groomed their feathers with their beaks.

It turns out that this is a foreign land.

He was like a sleepwalker, relying only on intuition all the way in a drowsy state, only at this moment on the hardened brick surface did he realize the direction he most wanted to reach.

"What are you doing, Yao An?"

He laughed at himself completely, laughing at his own wishful thinking, why he separated and lost contact and reunited was up to him, why he stood under the sun and missed him unscrupulously.

It was the wind that took the piece of paper away, forcing him to chase it in a hurry until he reached the edge of the faded zebra crossing, and he bent down to pick it up panting.

In the middle of the road is the bride and groom with arm in arm. The shoulders are full of lace and the single row of buttons is lined on the chest. When you look up, the light is filtered by the white gauze tail, and the pupils are dim across the bank, in the falling romance Show style.

Yao An will always remember this moment.

Because at this moment, the incorruptible and slightly blue figure that had covered too many days and nights finally became real in front of my eyes, more real than my body, distance and tears.

And he looked at himself from the back of his ears amidst the huge sound of wings, suddenly, with a regretful beauty.

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