Continuously

The last extraction is completed, and the expanded coffee powder is completely exposed to the bottom of the filter paper, and the steamed Australian white flavor begins to be fragrant in the sense of smell.

"No need to add chocolate powder."

Yao Jianqi put the wide-mouth coffee cup in the wooden box of the mobile booth, and after saying this, he walked towards the opposite side with a good eye.

The signal lights here are very unique, the green is a smiling face, and it flickers frequently with his steps. With only one second left, he reaches the opposite bank, and the signal lights jump to the early yellow that cannot distinguish the emotion.

"Come to travel?"

Ignoring that will-like gaze, Yao Jianqi's voice when he asked this question was impeccable.

And Yao An was caught in the resonance of Feige and the past, unable to find his own voice.

Yao Jianqi was only the last step away from him, so he described it decently, patiently and precisely giving him enough time to hold himself.

Finally, Yao An cobbled together the following words in the suddenly constricted vocal cords and blood vessels: "I... come here to work."

Yao Jianqi nodded slightly, which represented the business-like listening of adults, and the answer didn't even touch the pinna of his ears, Yao An thought so.

"Or rehab?" he asked.

"Yes." Yao An reluctantly answered one or two, and said with a deep search, "There is a school swimming team here for training, and we are responsible for some treatment, mainly, mainly..."

He couldn't continue, but fortunately Yao Jianqi had already opened his mouth and said, "That's pretty good."

Is this perfunctory? Yao An couldn't understand more expressions from his words, and felt useless.

Yao Jianqi seemed unaware of the urgency of the person in front of him, and asked, "Do you want to stay for a while?"

"A month, probably." Just like choosing a business trip at the beginning, the duration, salary, precautions... These are the details that Yao An didn't remember at all. More, can only indulge in useless silence again and again.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Yao An suddenly raised his head and saw that Yao Jianqi's lip line was so flawless, it was like throwing out the usual courtesy, nothing else.

"Are you here... are you okay?"

This seemed to be within Yao Jianqi's expectation, he stepped back half a step fluently, raised his arms lightly: "It's just like what you saw."

From this moment on, Yao An was able to really look at him with his eyes instead of his heart, seeing his white toes in the sun, his ankles that lined up in a line, his straight torso, and the light folds of his elbows, and he was going up to meet him. eyes.

"How is it?" Yao Jianqi asked standing up.

Yao An nodded vaguely and said, "It's even better than I imagined."

Yao Jianqi smiled softly, and after so many years, it flashed across his heart like water ripples.

"In order to live up to your wish."

The bells of the morning prayer rang from the opposite bank, and the fish-white dawn filled them, and the dawn filled them.

Yao An gave up all his previous efforts in a resounding resonance, and stepped forward: "See..."

"See you!"

The name he had not called out was easily pronounced by another person, with unparalleled vividness, jumping from the zebra crossing to their side, cutting his stiff self-expression in half.

"Hello, I'm so happy to see Chinese people on this street, especially good-looking Chinese people." Da Ling looked at Yao An without any scruples.

Facing the sudden stranger, Yao An was taken aback for a moment, and then began to fight back: "... Hello."

"My name is Daling, that Daling from darlingdarling, it's an honor to meet you."

Da Ling showed a trademark smile, and when he stretched out his hand, that is, when Yao An subconsciously responded politely and announced his name, Yao Jianqi, who was standing aside, said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Yao An didn't mention his name, but Yao An felt like being reprimanded. He withdrew his finger, and on the other side, Da Ling took over the question easily: "Roman called me." He tapped on his wrist, "What about the concept of time that you are so proud of?"

The second half of the sentence is in French, with a kind of familiarity and exclusive intimacy. The information revealed from the body and tone is limited but useful, making Yao An aware of his situation immediately——

A man who should never have been on this street and this time.

"Are you busy now." He took a step away without even noticing, "Then I won't disturb you for now, if you are free some other day..."

"There is no other day."

Yao Jianqi's voice still didn't fluctuate, which made Yao An dumbfounded and at the same time completely unable to understand the meaning, although this prevented him from escaping well.

"How is the weekend?" Yao An was finally able to ask without being so passive, "Let's meet up."

"We're very busy on weekends." Yao Jianqi answered quickly.

"What about the working day?" Yao An also forgot about being cramped, and just wanted to make sure it wasn't just a one-time meeting. "Is it okay the day after tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?"

"Everyone is busy."

After that is the weekend, or next week?That's too far away, Yao An can only bite the bullet and push forward without any further advances: "What about tomorrow...do you have time?"

Yao Jianqi looked at him with a gaze that Yao An could no longer comprehend immediately.

The unarmed person could only rely on his brain, and Yao An asked with the feeling that he was close to death: "Is it possible tonight? I promise it won't be long, just..."

What stopped him this time was the other party's sudden leaning over. At that moment, Yao Jianqi almost cruelly gave him the illusion of a hug.

The folio map that was torn in his hand was rescued by Yao Jianqi's two fingers in a dazed negligence. The latter turned it over and folded it to be thick enough to write, as if he couldn't see the building of the Academy of Fine Arts with obvious fingerprints.

Yao Jianqi took out the roller shutter pencil case from the kraft paper, took off the fixed pin, pressed it to his lips, and wrote two lines on the back of the white map with the soft charcoal pen he took out, the line closest to Yao An was longer.

After all this was done, he handed the map to Yao An's chin, forcing the other party to bow his head to pick it up, but he turned around without even saying goodbye.

Yao An hurriedly raised his head, and saw Yao Jianqi returning to the opposite bank, taking back his coffee from the bicycle stand, a sweet and sour aroma was outside the velvet foamed with milk.

It was not until he had gone away like a dream that Yao An could see the two lines of handwriting, one in Chinese and one in French.

It was Yao Jianqi's address.