Continuously

Another afternoon, when Yao An returned to the hotel, he just entered the door when a black shadow rushed towards him fiercely.

"Damn ghost, where did you go???" Pang Sheng grabbed his shoulders and kept shaking and shaking, crying and howling, "If you don't answer your fucking phone or reply to your WeChat, Brother Qi and I almost reported you as missing. do you know……"

"Calm down, calm down." Yao An remembered his filial piety and did not immediately kick him aside.

Pang Sheng was torn off by him, pushed back onto the solid floor, and asked breathlessly as usual: "Tell me, where have you been all day, don't tell me it's not over!"

"Is it okay to sit?" Yao An pushed him into the room, "What does it look like to disturb the people at the door?"

Pang Sheng snorted, stepped into the room, and was about to sit on the end of the bed, but Yao An passed him and walked to the balcony.

Only then did Pang Sheng notice that he was carrying a paper bag in his hand.

"what is this?"

Facing the question, Yao An took his time, took out a paper bag and placed it on the ivory white table.

"Crepe." Yao An took out another bottle, "with apple cider vinegar."

Seeing that his eyes were wide open, Pang Sheng rubbed his palms: "Can I eat? I haven't eaten lunch, and my stomach is still dry."

"You do what you want." Yao An pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

Pang Sheng had already prepared, and just waiting for his affirmation, he filled his mouth with fresh cream, and followed the fruit crumbs and peanuts that fell from his left hand.

"It's really good." He took a few mouthfuls and asked puffily, "Did you buy it?"

Yao An unscrewed the apple cider vinegar cap and said, "No."

Pang Sheng: "Did you pick it up?"

"Do you owe it?" Yao An said, "You have no share of apple cider vinegar."

"Don't don't, brother, you're choking." Pang Sheng quickly brought the bottle over, took out a paper cup on the side and poured it in, and then continued to be stubborn when the thing was in his hand, "Besides, I haven't settled with you yet—oh yes, You have to tell Brother Qi and the others, don't make people worry."

Pang Sheng fumbled for his phone while talking, but Yao An stopped him and said, "I'll tell you, you eat yours."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side, supported the bar and started talking one by one, talking about what was wrong with him, and reporting how safe he was. Pang Sheng drank and ate, listened and watched, and felt a little subtle.

"Did you change your clothes?" Pang Sheng asked after he cut off the last call.

"What's the matter?" Yao An rested in the chair.

"Sleep out overnight, and when you come back, you don't say a word and change your outfit." Pang Sheng sipped fruit vinegar, "Why do you think you are quite moist?"

Yao An remained calm in the face of danger, and asked, "Where is it nourishing?"

"Moisturizes everywhere." Pang Sheng's eyes rolled, "You can't be—you're just looking for fun, right?"

It is obviously not a general fun.

Yao An picked up the vase containing the eustoma and wanted to smash it, but Pang Sheng quickly pressed down his hand and persuaded, "Come on, you have to pay for it if it breaks, don't you think so?"

Yao An made it clear that he only snorted, but he didn't feel the same in his heart.

Wearing other people's clothes, lying on the same bed, and the same pillow, this alone is enough to make him crazy happy-although, there is still a certain distance from the pleasure-seeking that Pang Sheng refers to.

"If I had known that you were in this mental state, I wouldn't be in a hurry." Pang Sheng said grumpily.

"What happened before?" Yao An picked up a stalk of eustoma from the vase, picked its champagne-colored double petals, and looked up the flower language on the phone.

"What do you think?" Pang Sheng licked the broken peanuts from the corner of his mouth, "It's like losing your soul all day long, and you don't give people a good face. I don't say what's wrong with you. I thought you chose a bridge pier to commit suicide last night. .”

"..."

At that time, I really didn't think that, when Pang Sheng really mentioned it, Yao An also felt that he was too depressed before, not only this time, but also the previous years.

He shook his head with emotion, and clenched the flower language in his palm: "I didn't commit suicide, I was reborn."

The club's last match was over, and 12 athletes came out with their arms around each other. The coach granted them leave just now, and now a group of young people are urging each other to go somewhere.

Pang Sheng mingled with them, chatting all over the world, Yao An lagged behind as usual, discussing with the boss about a clinical base, which was almost connected with the local hospital.

"The preparations for the training course have begun, and we will send a few over here." Brother Qi said as he walked, "If you have this intention, go back and fill out the application."

Yao An nodded, his rehabilitation certificate has been issued, and it is a good thing to gain more clinical experience, so he asked, "When will the training start?"

"After the Dragon Boat Festival, time is not tight. When we go back to China together, you still have time to rest." Brother Qi said.

After hearing this, Yao An said, "Brother Qi, I'm afraid I won't be able to be with you."

"What?" The boss looked at him, "What's going on here?"

"It's nothing." Yao An smiled, "There is a person who agreed to go back together."

"Oh?" Brother Qi glanced at him, "The one you went looking for before?"

Yao An affirmed.

At this time, the people in front all turned their heads, and Lin Qiao yelled at them vigorously: "Brother Qi, Brother An, let's go to the garden together later?"

"Are you all set?" Brother Qi asked, "Where's Coach Ma?"

"Go with the kids." Coach Ma replied, "I'll take a breath too."

Only Yao An remained silent, and shook his head slightly at Lin Qiao, who was about to open his mouth to ask. The other party understood, and laughed and avoided the topic.

Walking to the hotel, Yao An just greeted the boss quietly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Eleven minutes before the appointed time, Yao Jianqi hadn't heated up the air station at the corner of the street when he saw the person coming from the end of the long street.

"Slow down." He coaxed softly.

"Okay!" The person who responded was inconsistent in words and deeds, the crane leaped over several green eyes blocking the way, and sent a gust of blazing wind to the center of Yao Jianqi's eyebrows.

Yao Jianqi looked at Wu Yang who had disappeared behind Yao An's shoulder, and then reached his face, and asked, "Aren't you going to play with them?"

"They?" Yao An thought about it for a short moment, then turned around and came back again, "Whether you want to go or not, they are all young people who don't want to join in the fun."

Yao Jianqi rolled his eyes: "You mean I'm not young anymore?"

As soon as Yao An ate, he didn't expect to make a fuss, and waved his hands: "I didn't mean that, I just..." But gradually comprehending the meaning in the other party's smile, he half closed his mouth and opened it again in joy and annoyance, " You did it on purpose again."

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi admitted without hesitation, and stared at him, "I did it on purpose."

The person being looked at forgot what to do for a moment, and was finally awakened by a scent of fragrance, and hurriedly said: "Wait for me a while!"

So the person in front of Yao Jianqi rushed into the hotel just like that, and disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving him alone on the spot, laughing and laughing, picking up the indiscriminate tenderness.

Fortunately, only a dozen or so passengers came in and out, and the person who was good at running away reappeared, a little further away, with his hands solemnly behind his back, and walked over step by step.

"Did you run down?" Yao Jianqi noticed another thin layer of sweat on his neck.

Yao An answered vaguely, fearing that he might miss the point, so he coughed a few times and said in a mannered way: "I'll give you a present, guess what."

The person on the opposite side was not sticky at all, so he replied: "Flowers."

"..." Yao An choked dryly, and asked forcefully, "You know again?"

"You have loved to give this since you were young, lotus and cuckoo." Yao Jianqi had a clear reason, "Isn't it this time?"

This really made Yao An lose his temper, so he had to take it out Yiyi and said, "Although there is no creativity, don't be disgusted with it."

The eustoma of Echo series, the flower stalks are as thin and bright as the day.

Yao Jianqi grabbed the part under his hands, and when he lowered his head to smell the fragrance, he was very light.

"The hotel?" he asked.

"What's wrong with the hotel?" Yao An shook out his prepared remarks early, "You can't engage in discrimination based on family background, and besides, when you gave me the tulips that the teacher gave you, I didn't say anything."

The more he talked, the more reasonable it became, Yao Jianqi seamlessly continued, and said, "Did I say something?"

It seems... not really.

Yao An was stunned, not knowing how to make up for it, the person opposite had already put the flower stalk into a paper bag, only showing a white head looking around.

"Thank you." Yao Jianqi wiped the sweat off the other side's neck with the back of his hand, "I accept it."

The author says:

How nice to fall in love again (′▽`)?