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"You feel very quiet."

"A relaxing warmth flows into your hands, and your hands are warm and heavy."

"You're breathing slower and deeper, and you're awake, but in a state of calm, comfort, and inner awareness."

The whistle of the swimming pool was far away. Lin Qiao sat on the plastic bench in the waiting area, with his hands flat on his thighs, his toes turned outward, his eyes closed, and he followed the instructions of the male voice only by hearing.

"Hold for 1 minute."

The half-closed door was gently opened, and the local club members wearing swimming caps raised their heads, and saw two people sitting and standing inside, with a still atmosphere.

Before expressing his intention, the man who was looking at him raised his hand to silence him and nodded to him.

He reacted a little, and then astutely realized that a relaxation exercise was going on here.

Athletes often have difficulty concentrating and even shortness of breath due to excessive tension before competitions. Relaxation training can relieve this reaction and stress through certain hints.

After watching the person who came to notify leave, Yao Anmo waited for ten seconds and said, "Take a deep breath and slowly open your eyes."

Lin Qiao followed his words and slowly regained his senses. What he saw was Yao An's silhouette facing the cloudy sky, and he said to himself: "It's almost time for you, don't you need to continue?"

"What do you think?" Lin Qiao asked for his opinion.

"I think?" Yao An felt that his question was funny, and his mental state was asking someone else, but he still walked forward, put his index finger on the pulse of his left wrist as if knocking on the door, and said, "No problem, Go ahead."

Lin Qiao glanced at the place where his body had just stayed, but didn't stand up: "Do you want to try again, in case I get nervous again..."

"Give yourself a psychological hint, just like what I just said." Yao An bent down and picked up the warm-up arm rubber band.

"What I hinted at is not as effective as what you hinted at..." Lin Qiao murmured, when a blue rubber band was thrown over him, he snatched it away with one arm, and also stopped talking.

"Test first." Yao An clapped his hands, "I'll do the rest of the progressive relaxation training for you later, and treat it as a way to relieve fatigue after the game."

"Really?!" Lin Qiao jumped up from the chair, gaining strength all of a sudden, "Then it's settled!"

"Hurry up." Yao An urged impatiently, and opened the door, "This time we are comparing ourselves with foreigners, don't be ashamed."

"Don't worry, I can do it!" Lin Qiao didn't look like someone who needed to relax before the game. After running two steps, he turned around, "Don't stay alone, come and see me!"

Yao An didn't want to move at all, but because of the little fur boy's enthusiasm, he refused on the face of it, waved his hand and said, "You go first."

The rainy season in City Z may have started from the balcony that day, and the frozen thunderstorm is still in Yao An's heart, even though the subsequent few days were characterized by low tides and dense rain showers, the previous clearness seemed to be an illusion.

When I came out of the club, it was still raining, an embarrassing intensity. I held the umbrella deliberately but it was easy to get wet if I didn’t hold it. Except for a few people who were talked to by the coach alone, everyone was in groups of two or three. Under the umbrella, they chatted about the game just now with their shoulders crossed, their youthful demeanor, and all their emotions were written on their faces.

Pang Sheng and the boss lead the team at the front, in the middle is a pike-like group of people, Luo Luo is in the back, Yao An is in the back, not only to count the heads, but also to prevent the smell of smoke from choking the group of stunned young boys, he is an athlete. For a while, even lighters were not allowed to touch.

"Brother An!"

A red umbrella was swung on his head, and the raindrops splashed on the ends of the passerby's hair, so he was not noticed.

"What are you doing?" Yao An slanted his fingers holding the cigarette back, keeping distance from the visitor.

"I beat the Frenchman!" Lin Qiao said with high spirits as if he couldn't smell the second-hand smoke, "Did you see it?"

Yao An breathed out the mist from the other shoulder without haste, until the mist rolled into the dampness, and then asked, "Compared to last time?"

"Ah, last time?" Lin Qiao was still excited, and took a few steps before he remembered, "It's 0.14 slower than last time."

After finishing speaking, Yao An clicked a little and didn't say anything more, still casually.

But Lin Qiao immediately understood what he meant: Is this still called progress?

The complacency of defeating the opponent just now poured out instantly, Lin Qiao visibly wilted, and it was the same, after passing a traffic light, he couldn't help complaining: "Why are you stricter than the coach..."

Yao An was staring at the extra-large teddy bears lying all over the window, thinking of the pink panther of the same weight at home, with smoke hanging by his side, when he heard this sentence suddenly, he turned his head and realized where the kid was thinking.

"I just asked casually, what are you thinking about?" Yao An groaned, having a headache, seeing that the other party was still listless, he raised his left hand and patted the other party's shoulder, "This time is not bad."

"Of course!" Lin Qiao immediately regained his energy, his heart returned to the high place, and the corners of his mouth were higher than before, reaching up to the clouds, "I swam really hard, and the yellow hair was biting me, I was the last to reach It's just over the edge..."

He was still murmuring without saying a word, but was suddenly stopped by the hand on his shoulder, leaned on the spot several times, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter?!"

The person being asked looked straight ahead as if he couldn't hear anything, and the lines on his face suddenly became sharp, all over his body.

Lin Qiao followed Yao An's line of sight, and there was light reflected from the avenue where the tram just passed by, a man appeared across the street, his rain skirt draped over his body, as if covered in silver.

Most of the good-looking eyes move casually to give people the illusion of being watched. Lin Qiao obviously felt that the man was staring at him.

To be precise, it was the hand on his shoulder.

Before he studied the origin of this gaze, the man turned around, and the posture of walking away seemed familiar. Before Lin Qiao remembered where he had seen this back, the people beside him suddenly chased after him.

"Yao Jianqi!"

Yao An ran across the winding track, flashing a long sound of car horns and the swarm of pedestrians, rushing to chase the one who didn't look back.

"Stop!" The stagnant water crumpled, the sky shattered, Yao An ran and shouted, but couldn't keep up with the last few steps, I really don't know why he was able to walk so well.

"...See you!"

This shout was quite loud, and it caught the eyes of passers-by and the soles of Yao Jianqi's slightly hesitant shoes.

That was enough, Yao An seized the opportunity to cross the final distance, grabbed the blue and white wrist, and yanked towards him brutally.

"Why are you running?!" He was so angry that his throat rose and fell.

Yao Jianqi was pulled, he didn't care, and calmly focused his gaze on Yao An.

After a while, he raised his jaw and said, "I'm bothering you."

"What?" Yao An swallowed hard, completely unaware of what Yao Jianqi was pointing at, his attention was captured by his wet hair and brows, and then he was more angry than before, "Why do you No umbrella?!"

"I don't have such a good life." Yao Jianqi said coldly, "There are still people helping to hold the umbrella."

Yao An was stunned for a moment, and finally caught up with the slow pace. He quickly explained: "That's just a student of the swimming team. We usually have a good relationship, and when we get along..."

"Yao An." Yao Jianqi stopped lightly and held his wrist.

As if Yao An had pressed the pause button, all his senses rushed to that patch of skin color, and it was fleeting, remembering the movement of tearing apart.

"No need, really." Yao Jianqi let go of his hand and said without emotion.

gone again.Yao An stood there for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and ran forward again.

Yao Jianqi's shoulder was grabbed by a left arm, and it was held in his arms. The dampness that was once too familiar is now wrapped in a strange, violent fragrance, setting off a painful addiction.

Stumbled all the way, the rain stripped off, and they arrived at the nearest tram platform. There were no seats, and it was as empty as a small piece of heaven and earth.

Even so, Yao An couldn't let go of him in time, maybe because he moved too slowly or because he just didn't want to, when he was conflicting and recognizing clearly, something brushed past between his fingers.

Yao An followed after a pause, following the plundering arc, he saw the thing Yao Jianqi snatched away—a wet cigarette.

After burning to the middle half, it is still 9 mouthfuls away from the sweet filter.Yao Jianqi looked at the cigarette like he looked at a restless lover.

"Do you smoke?" Unlike the coldness just now, when he asked this question, Yao An was embarrassed.

"I..." With all the witnesses, Yao An couldn't evade it, but regretted that he didn't even throw away the road.

"Huh?" Yao Jianqi emphasized each word.

"Occasionally smoke one." Yao An was so guilty that he retracted his hands, so Yao Jianqi was able to face him face to face, and knew without a word that he was lying.

"When you're deceiving, please pretend to be a little bit."

With a movement of his index finger, Yao Jianqi folded Yan's waist and rubbed it into his palm.

"Let me do it!" Yao An stepped forward to pick it up like a thief snatching the handle, but the other party gave his hand back, making him miss it.

"..."

Yao An made it clear that he didn't catch it, and lowered his hands and eyes resentfully, without saying a word.

Does this count as bullying?Yao Jianqi never had to falsely deny it.If there is fairness between them, as long as Yao An doesn't ask him for it, acting recklessly is a kind of acquiescence.

Well, the world is too partial.

Until now, he still couldn't ignore Yao An's expression that said he was going to give up, he was desperate and full of love, before that he used that expression to indulge himself, that kind of laissez-faire, which made people feel so conceited that they would never lose.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" The voice was soft, just like a general greeting, and it was as warm as a glass of water.

It's another problem, and the difficulty has increased.Yao An stared at Leng Xun's cigarette butt, which accidentally spilled on the ground, hesitated for a while, and said, "I didn't look at it."

The other side snorted lightly, as if he had expected him to make such a bad move, Yao Jianqi didn't care much, and continued to ask: "Then why didn't you come back?"

Yao An broke his can and said, "That's right, I'm too busy, so I didn't find the time."

"No time." Yao Jianqi read these four words carefully, every word made Yao An admit defeat a little bit, and when he finished speaking, Yao An finally raised his head.

"actually……"

"I don't have time to call back." Yao Jianqi cut off his words, "I have time to see the exhibition, don't I?"

Yao An was caught off guard, blinked a few times and said, "How do you know?"

He only replied to Yao Jianqi with a message that day, saying that he had something to do and didn't go.

"You wrote something in the guestbook." Yao Jianqi said.

Yao An almost forgot about this. After being reminded, he recalled it effortlessly. After a pause, he became even more distressed: "Then what, I wrote it nonsense. I didn't expect you to read it at all..."

"Now I'm here." Yao Jianqi said.

Yao An seemed to be held back in place, he thought of going around a garden and came back, and came back to the sentence he wrote with a little selfishness when he had nowhere to look for him: summer is here, how about you.

"You..." Yao An looked at him in a trance, so unreal, "What did you say?"

"I'm here." Yao Jianqi said, "Why did you leave?"

The sound of the rain was violent, hitting someone's heart, Yao An opened his mouth in vain, and it took him a long time to say: "I met your... friend that day, the one from last time."

When Yao Jianqi heard the words, his brows were lightly folded and then brushed away, and he said without guessing, "You heard something, didn't you?"

His lack of hesitation was like an affirmative accent, confirming the reality of being forced to face the wall by Yao An, together with the last sliver of luck.

Yao Jianqi went on to say, "That man's name is Da Ling, he's me..."

"Congratulations!" Yao An intercepted his subsequent statement and confession with resounding courage and toughness, so decisive that even he was surprised.

The next initial consonant is still on the edge of the tooth, but it suddenly goes out of tune.The tip of his tongue was numb for no reason, so Yao Jianqi simply bit it, but he couldn't feel any pain.

He asked, "What did you say?"

"Congratulations, you have found...someone you like." Yao An raised his voice, as if he was afraid that it would not be bright and sincere enough.

Yao Jianqi looked at him: "Someone you like?"

"I heard, I heard that you still live together, no wonder I met you that morning together, and, and..." Yao An never knew that he could speak, remember, and remember so little, "Ah , By the way, the clothes you mentioned last time must have his, I was really...too careless, I didn't even think to ask one more question..."

"Yao An." Yao Jianqi spoke, almost without warmth.

Yao An finally stopped chattering, he looked at Yao Jianqi, and was even grateful for his call to stop.

"I'll only ask you once." Yao Jianqi stared at him, not missing any of his appearance and voice, "Is what you said just now true?"

His gaze made Yao An softly ache, and after enough time for a tram to taxi into the station, he said: "I sincerely... hope you are happy."

The tram door opened at Yao Jianqi's side, and the electronic screen on the platform recited the latest creative advertisement, telling a love story that went around and was long overdue.

It's a pity that they have limited time and just wait to get around.

"Okay." When he spoke again, Yao Jianqi's face was more indifferent than any one Yao An had met before, "Delete my phone number, you don't have to take time to call back."

Yao An raised his head suddenly: "What?"

Yao Jianqi no longer made any repairs, as if his gaze, urgency and concern all stayed at the moment when the glass door opened, and they were withdrawn with him when he stepped on the tram.

Across the rain curtain, the cigarette butts crushed in the palm of the hand, and the eyes that don't know where to go.

Yao Jianqi said, "Let's stop here."