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Daylight saving time, once established to save energy, is now increasingly controversial.

The forced change of the biological clock is accompanied by the birth of seasonal epidemics. Some people have epilepsy, depression, and sleep disorders under the new time system. They are called "summer time patients", with weak hearts and unresponsiveness. Rate.

So experts suggested that it should be abandoned.

"What did you call him just now?" He asked after a long time.

"Hmm, him?" The boy didn't feel any kind of pressure from the sideways angle, he just said, "Da Ling, he is..."

"We've met." Da Ling picked up the conversation with a smile, and the woman's fragrance on her wrist leaked out of the slit of her hat, "In the square, with him, right Yao An."

The person being called is struggling to sort out the sporadic friendliness, the counter, the feet, and even the first meeting... Finally, when he finally grasped something, he could only ask directly: "You and Yao Jianqi, how are you... Together?"

As if able to understand the difficulty of the other party's words, Da Ling thought about Yao An sympathetically, until the spectators couldn't help but say for him: "This is not a secret, is it?"

The voice was as grating as the fragrance's finish, and Yao An's hands holding on to the cabinet wall curled up due to the force, and he looked at Da Ling persistently, as if asking for proof but also for death.

"Do you know the name of this one?" Da Ling didn't want to give him any pleasure, as if he didn't realize it, he turned over his hat and presented a basket of incense.

Yao An doesn't understand perfume, he can't distinguish the fragrance notes, he doesn't know the leather chypre mixed under the secluded iris at the moment, he just feels hard and bitter.

"Lanvin Scandal." Da Ling sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose, and he said, "Scandal."

Yao An was no longer in the mood to listen to what he had to say. Under the bright sunlight, he took his last chance to confirm: "Are you living together?"

He remembered that they went the same way with him on the day of reunion, he remembered the French dialogue he couldn't understand, he remembered Yao Jianqi's unidentified "what are you doing", and he remembered that Yao Jianqi was carrying more than one person's clothes in his hand.

He remembered those clues that were an eyesore.

At this time, Da Ling looks like a Greek sculpture, a little bit contemptuous of this world but also a little love for this world.Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are well-defined and vague.

Finally, with such an expression, he said to Yao An: "Yes."

Pang Sheng pushed open the bathroom door, and a pungent smell of smoke rushed in. He quickly slammed the door and took two steps back, flapping the air around his nose.

"Damn, what a fucking gas chamber!" he yelled.

On the frosted glass printed with Isabella bellflowers, there is still a neat black shadow. The skin around his neck leans forward slightly, the angle between the elbow joints becomes sharper, and it opens immediately. The dissipated haze also marks this smoking action.

"Who told you not to knock?"

The shadows piled deep, Yao An leaned against the door with his back, his hard black hair like a comma.

"If you don't light the lamp and don't make a sound, who knows there is someone else." Pang Sheng walked a few steps and leaned against the partition with folded arms, "Didn't you say you asked for a day off?" He glanced at his watch, " It's only six o'clock."

The person inside the door let out a snort, which seemed to be the last puff of cigarettes. Pang Sheng heard the sound of cigarette butts being pressed on the sink, and was about to call him to turn on the exhaust fan, but a lighter ignited again.

"You still want to smoke?" Pang Sheng asked in surprise.

"Very strange?" Yao An's cheeks wrinkled, and the spicy fragrance entered his mouth, he paused.

"No, how long have you been smoking?" Pang Sheng looked at the foggy glass for a few times, and always felt that it was not because of the texture but because the inside was puffing.

Yao An swallowed the smoke, thinking of the color of his lungs, and did not answer.

"And what clove cigarettes?"

"What do you say?"

"Didn't you say it's dangerous? If you want to smoke it, don't smoke it. I have other things." Pang Sheng touched his coat pocket and found a crumpled box of flue-cured tobacco.He has seldom smoked since he was engaged in rehabilitation work. Occasionally, he just smokes for pleasure, unlike Yao An who regards it as his life.

"It's all the same." The mist coming out of the nasal cavity blinded his eyes, Yao An thought to himself, he also used the most exhausting pumping method, instead of spitting it out with his mouth in his mouth, he swallowed it, so what.

Pang Sheng knew that persuasion was useless, so he just chatted: "You haven't touched it for a while, I thought you were going to change your mind and plan to learn from you."

The other side is as stone as the heart of the lake, no echo can be heard, and even the silhouettes of people are scattered like the lake surface, easy to disperse and difficult to gather, this kind of touch that is so thin that it can be smashed by hand is really absurd in Yao An .

After one cigarette, Pang Sheng heard him say, "Don't imitate me, I'm terrible."

What followed was the noise of the flush toilet and the exhaust fan. The moment the door opened, Pang Sheng caught the cigarette butt struggling in the vortex with sharp eyes, and even forgot to block his mouth and nose.

"Have you gone mad?" Pang Sheng coughed and followed Yao An who came out, and nimbly dodged a parabola where a cigarette case was thrown to the bedside, muttering.

Yao An, with his cloves in his arms, walked towards the balcony without stopping, forgetting even the chatter.

"Hey, don't go yet!" Pang Sheng shouted anxiously as soon as he stepped onto the balcony.

"Take a breath."

"Wait a while, you can see it later." Pang Sheng rushed up to pull him, his expression hesitant, as if he was hiding something.

Yao An was upset: "What, a knife outside?"

Pang Sheng rolled his eyes at him, and said in frustration, "I don't have a knife, but I've fallen into a pervert."

"Pervert?" Yao An stopped rushing and turned around.

"I'm afraid it will dirty your ears if you say it." Pang Sheng curled his lips.

"How dirty?"

He asked, but it didn't seem like he really wanted to know, it was more like looking for something to divert his attention. As for what it was, he didn't care at all, as long as it was enough for him to maintain his normal state for a while.

Pang Sheng sighed bitterly, and said sullenly and completely disgusted: "You usually come back late, and you can't watch it. I don't know when an exhibitionist came here, so he just wore a windbreaker and ran downstairs howling and singing. Just go to the balcony and push your hips."

"No one called the police?"

"I heard from the waiter that I was locked up for a while and then came out again. I can't judge anything if I'm mentally abnormal, so I occasionally watch someone chase me away with a baguette, and that guy will come the next day." Pang Sheng bit his nose in disgust, He said again, "It's about this point, you should wait for ten minutes before going, or your eyes will be irritated."

Yao An casually let out a sigh, but continued to move forward, taking two or three steps outside.

They lived on a low floor, with a clear view, and they caught the dirty green shadow almost at a glance. Not so coincidentally, the other party also saw Yao An, and ran downstairs with a mouthful of saliva, and began to untie his belt.

It seems that there are neuroses everywhere.

Yao An tapped his newly bought lighter with his index finger. The brass shell was brittle and peeled off. He lifted it and then dropped it. The hinge bounced off the edge of the railing, and the 16 windproof holes kept the flame in a hurry.

When the people below heard the sound, they shouted even more excitedly, and stomped like bullfrogs.

Pang Sheng rushed over, but before he could look back, he cursed tremblingly as if caught in a mousetrap: "Damn, I'm so fucking blind, we..."

The chrome-plated fuselage bumped back to its original position, the flame went out, and with a "snap", it exploded again. Pang Sheng's words stopped for a while, and he saw the lighter suddenly pulled up, so fast that Lan Yan almost suffocated. After reaching the commanding heights, he jumped again and fell heavily with the fuel in his arms.

This was obviously an accident that no one under the balcony expected. The flame swirled in the air, and the second it was about to hit the ground, it might have entered his pupils, and it was too late when he thought of running away.

Because it was merciless when it fell, the spark attached to the cotton wick was thrown at him with the force of metal, and he piled his hands on his head, screaming in pain.

Pang Sheng propped himself on the railing, leaning his entire upper body out of the balcony. After a while, he turned his head calmly.

With a kind of lingering surprise, he said to the person who still had no expression: "You are crazy..."

"What a big fuss." Yao An stayed out of the matter.

He guessed where the lighter landed just by the sound of landing, it happened to be right next to his feet, short of his thumb.

The man below also opened his eyes at this time, yelling, scratching his bare chest and back desperately, but he didn't go to criticize the upstairs, he kicked the metal hatefully to the side of the road, picked it up again, and picked it up again. Throw it, and run out of the block in fright.

"What if it explodes?!" Pang Sheng was still pale, "That person must be burned to death!"

"Metal is not so easy to explode." Yao An kicked the wicker chair away indifferently, sat down in a hurry, put his right hand on the armrest, and crossed his legs, "It's a waste of a lighter."

"You..." Pang Sheng was really speechless. The words rolled on his face and throat several times, and he watched him several times from the beginning to the end. The harsh words were replaced by earnest words, "What's wrong with you today?"

Before dusk came, only cumulus clouds representing the news of rain were approaching. Yao An's eyelids seemed to be extremely tired from the weight of the heavy clouds. He closed his eyes and said, "I want to be alone for a while."

Pang Sheng stood there for a moment, hesitated to speak, but finally let it go temporarily, and closed the door for him when he stepped out of the balcony.

The sky is pregnant with the possibility of a thunderstorm, the strong convection is in the sky, and the clothes on his body are very hideous, and the curative effect of nicotine is also lost. Yao An tightened his arms to retain the little bit of alkali in the pulmonary veins.

The vibration of the mobile phone was clear and far away. He thought it might be Yao Xinping. He didn't answer the calls for several times. It was not because he was escaping or planning to lie, but because there was no need to be honest now.

Who else could he be honest with?

Yao An pulled out his cell phone amidst a thunderclap, and saw a striking incoming call in a drowsy state.

A ten-digit number starting with 06.

The mobile phone almost fell from the high platform, Yao An wiped his eyes and looked directly at it again, the string of numbers was correct.Five years ago, he heard it once from others and recited it silently tens of thousands of times. He dialed out every morning when he was in a trance, and hung up in less than a second. He was addicted to it, but he didn't even dare to make notes.This string of numbers will always be at the top of his call history, but it has never been so active in his fingers like today.

He is holding it in both hands.

The voice behind the number used to be soft, sweet and lazy, but now it's uncommonly Shen Yun and doesn't mention a word.

All said to myself.

The breath in the palm of his hand gradually weakened, like the sinking mentality when he measured the sunrise by himself, thinking that he was welcoming the morning dew, but in fact he had missed the stars all night.

In the end, he leaned down, slumped on the railing, and listened for a long time to all the bells that did not ring yesterday before today, and will not ring again tomorrow after today.

The last cry for help was completely extinguished.

His fawn left.