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"So, this is where you've come so far?"

In an ordinary July, in an ordinary room, the extraordinary greetings from the motherland traveled across mountains and mountains to come here in this early morning.

Yan Huai'en's voice was not too loud, and Yao An was alone on the balcony with no one around, so the motive for eavesdropping could only happen on the tomato at hand.

But Yao An still consciously stretched his neck and looked around the living room.

Empty.

"No," he finally slacked off and stopped spraying the tomatoes with pesticides. "How can I hear a little doubt?"

"You said it yourself." Yan Huai'en said.

"What did I say?" Yao An put down the medicine pot.

Yan Huai'en on the screen straightened his posture, folded his hands, and began to analyze one by one as if he was in class.

"According to the current statement, you met Jian Qi almost as soon as you landed. The training course lasted about a month. After the course was over, you moved here to live with him. As of today, you have stayed in France for a total of 36 days, right? ?”

Yao An was in a fog: "It's wrong to be right..."

"That is to say." Yan Huai'en said, "During the 36-day battle, the only result of your active attack was—holding hands once?"

This inexplicable torture and disappointment gave Yao An a taste of Wuyan Jiangdong's shame.

"Who said there is only one time." He retorted.

Yesterday Yao Jianqi took him to watch an opera, but the theater was closed, and the two picked out a pair of ballet shoe ornaments at the door, regardless of what the two gentlemen could do with them, they just bought them.

There was a shower on the way to the square, and they waited under the awning on one left and one on the right. The pendant was originally swinging on Yao Jianqi's right finger. Five minutes later, Yao Jianqi changed the pendant to his left hand.

The rain stopped, and Yao An seemed to have received some kind of divine inspiration, anyway, he held that hand.

Yao An's intoxicated and happy face had a strange harmony on the screen, which made Yan Huai'en, who was separated by 7 time zones, couldn't help empathizing.

In this way, he couldn't come up with any targeted suggestions, so he just sighed and said, "Forget it." Yan Huai'en stroked his cervical spine, "I'm just worrying about it, as long as you two are fine."

After speaking, he pulled out some chairs, leaned over, tidied up the sprawling cat between his feet, and turned it over.

The content on the screen became an empty mirror, bearing Yao An's gradually exhausted and empty eyes for him.

Yao An put his chin in his mouth and looked at the tomato infected with the virus, the leaves curled up slightly.

Maybe love and things are the same, and there will always be some minor problems, but as long as they are discovered early, the oligosaccharide chain protein can be treated in time.

He doesn't believe in evil anymore.

The waterfront park in the morning looks cloudy and foggy from a distance, but once you run into it, the milky white sand no longer reappears, it just wraps around the exposed human body, shrinking and warming.

The bridge made of granite and wood made an ancient warm sound under the soles of the sneakers. Yao Jianqi ran from one end of the bridge to the other. He wanted to change lanes according to the previous route. He took a step, but stepped on the spot twice before turning in the opposite direction.

"Why are you waiting here?"

Hearing this question, Yao An, who was standing at the head of the bridge, did not answer in time, but looked at the slightly foggy hair of the other party, and handed him a gray quick-drying towel.

Before Yao Jianqi picked it up, he lifted it up first and covered the other's sweaty forehead.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head cooperatively, and when he finished wiping, he pulled the towel off and said, "Thank you."

Yao An shook his head and asked, "Are you still running?"

"I'm not running anymore, it's about time to go back." Yao Jianqi spread the towel on his shoulders and turned to face the way he came.

"I guess so." Yao An was thankful that he could pinpoint the thief.

The two of them turned back the same way together, walking along the streamlined pontoon bridge, the breath was rippling.

"When did you start running in the morning?" Yao An asked as he walked.

"It's been a few years." Yao Jianqi rubbed his chin with a towel, "I don't remember clearly."

Yao An looked at him sideways, doubting his "can't remember" forever, he believed that his loyalty to the past was no less than the present, and it had always been like this.

"It's true." Yao Jianqi felt his scrutiny, and he raised the end of the towel helplessly, "I started running in a daze, and it became a habit when I realized it."

Well, Yao An let the horse go, and asked instead: "Then why did you suddenly have the idea of ​​running in the morning? Previously, the 1000-meter physical test almost killed you."

"I can't make no progress." Yao Jianqi pursed his lips and said to him.

A water bird passed by, and the old cry made the corners of Yao An's eyes twitch. He touched it, put aside his imagination, and said, "So it's just a hobby?"

"And self-discipline." Yao Jianqi added.

Yao An licked his teeth and was making a conclusion when he heard the question in his ear: "Is my motive reasonable, Sherlock?"

"..."

It's not unreasonable for Yao Jianqi to call him that.

Since they lived together, even a small detail was enough for Yao An to have some other thoughts, as if he really found out the truth of something, but there was no victim in the case, only the suspect Y.

"Am I annoying you?" Yao An asked.

Yao Jianqi frowned: "Why do you say that?"

"Always asking questions, thinking and rambling, and always... always pestering you." Yao An became more and more confused.

Yao Jianqi stared at the emotions on his face, stopped walking, and faced him.

"This is what I hope for." Yao Jianqi said.

Yao An blinked, his words were so simple yet so difficult.

"I'm sorry for giving you that illusion." Yao Jianqi put his hands on his side, "No matter what you do or say, I won't be upset. On the contrary, I will feel at ease," he said, "Because it's always It makes me feel your existence more deeply."

Whenever this kind of time, that is, when he was falling into the clouds and falling into a deep sleep, Yao An felt that he should say something...something relative, so as to be worthy of such a moment.

It's a pity that his tongue always struggles when he is most earnest, and when he regains his sovereignty, all he can say is: "Really?"

Yao Jianqi responded to him with considerable sincerity: "Trust me."

How could he not believe it.

"Then I'll pick you up from school at night?" Yao An hit the snake with the stick.

This was not an unusual request, but Yao Jianqi suddenly realized something, and his expression changed slightly.

He looked at him critically and said, "You seem to have come prepared."

Yao An rolled his eyes and raised his body forward: "I have prepared a towel."

Yao Jianqi then walked along calmly, not bothering whether the opponent was joking or not, only laughing at himself for underestimating the enemy.

"That's okay?" Yao An looked at him with his left eye.

"What if I get lost?" Yao Jianqi seemed unmoved.

"how could?!"

"Where won't it be?"

"I've been here for so long, and you even downloaded the map of my mobile phone. I'm a big man, can I still lose it on the street?" Yao An quickly proved himself, "Besides, even if you really can't find the north, you can still ask others Well—my English is still not good enough!"

Yao Jianqi curled his eyes, as if doubting his last words.

"I……"

"no problem."

The [-]-character manuscript that he had prepared was in vain. Instead of regretting it, he was glad. Yao An confirmed, "Let me pick you up at school?"

"Come here." Yao Jianqi said, "I happen to have something to show you."

"What?" Yao An's appetite was whetted.

Yao Jianqi: "You'll know when you come."

"Can't give it now?"

"not the right time yet."

If the counter-offer fails, Yao An will only become more curious. Although he can't wait, but thinking about it is only a day's distance away. He reluctantly suppresses it and cooks his joy properly.

Stealing glances at Yao Jianqi, but the other party didn't notice, Yao An stretched out his hand just like the last rainy day.

As soon as the little finger touched the tiger's mouth, Yao Jianqi dodged in an instant.

The movement that should not be ignored, Yao An wanted to pretend that it didn't happen, but Yao Jianqi didn't say anything, he just raised his right hand and wiped it carefully on the towel on the side of his neck, with the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

"It's all right now." Yao Jianqi said with his palm facing up.

Yao An was like bungee jumping, the tow rope fell to the lowest point and bounced up again.

He slapped that hand hard, both of them hurt, the more he did this, the tighter he held it, and he refused to let go.

Yao Jianqi was busy during the day, doing morning exercises, taking a bath, and breakfast in one go. What he ate was Chinese dried noodles, and the bottom material was silky chicken soup, which was left over from last night's dinner.

Yao An started to tidy up this too-empty kitchen within two days of his stay. He took his shopping list to the Chinese supermarket and bought half of the items on the list.Today's kitchen not only has all kinds of seasonings, but also a variety of cooking utensils.

This soup is cooked in a newly purchased purple casserole.

"Take another sip."

As soon as Yao Jianqi put down his chopsticks, such a sentence popped out from the corner.

He glanced at the opposite side, moved the chopsticks away from the mouth of the bowl, and took a big gulp from the rim.

"Okay!" Yao An was quite satisfied, and greeted, "Leave it alone, and go to school."

Yao Jianqi wiped his mouth with a piece of paper in one hand, picked up the bowl in the other, and walked into the kitchen. After a while, there was the sound of water being flushed.

Yao An hadn't gone to snatch the job yet, when the bedroom door slanted open "squeaky", a man walked out, yawning endlessly.

"Want breakfast?" Yao An made a simple gesture, "Noodles."

Da Ling rubbed her cheeks, looked sleepily at the kitchen, and lifted the sleeveless part that was half off her shoulders, covering up several scratches of unknown origin.

After his facial expression changed, he finally gave Yao An a signature smile: "I'm very happy."

At this moment, Yao Jianqi came out, water drops dripped from his fingertips, and when he saw an extra person, he asked, "Were you home last night?"

Da Ling went to the sink, where there were two mouthwash cups, the size of which was not much different, but there were two toothbrushes in the other.

"I came back in the early morning." He picked up his cup without mistake, "I even opened the door at 0.5 times the normal speed, just for fear of disturbing your sleep."

His way of articulating words is very playful, especially on the last two words.

No matter how open-minded Yao An was, he couldn't help but take a peek at Yao Jianqi, who was already behind him, and this action was somewhat obvious.

"It seems that the celestial body camp is not very interesting." Yao Jianqi leaned on the back of the chair, bent down a little, and easily took the work bag on the opposite side of the table.

Yao An didn't move, waiting for the enveloping feeling to fade away later.

"The most beautiful thing is holding a pipa." Da Ling said following the frequency of the toothbrush head squeezed into the mouth, "Human nudes all over the beach are no more eye-catching than frozen pork."

Yao Jianqi said yes as a response, tilted the bag over his shoulder, and tapped the back of the chair with his knuckles.

"gone."

Yao An got up and followed, saying, "I'll see you off."

"——Then what about my breakfast?" Da Ling reacted faster than Yao Jianqi, "I don't know how to cook noodles."

Only then did Yao An think about it, and looked back at Da Ling, hesitant to speak.

"No more." Yao Jianqi put on his shoes and opened the door.

Yao An took a step closer: "But..."

"See you tonight." Yao Jianqi said in a soft voice, as if saying a secret signal.

Of course, these words worked, until Yao An didn't follow him after halfway out of the door, before Yao Jianqi left, he said to the man who was smearing morning frost in front of the mirror: "It's better not to be too late."

"Don't worry." Daling wrapped her face warmly in her hand, blinked, "I won't fight against you and Qian."

Served with the noodles is a plate of mushroom sauce, green peppers and white vinegar, which is thoughtful from the inside out.

"I'm so moved." Da Ling raised the chopsticks upright, and put on a high-incense posture, "I can actually drink broth in this room."

"Maybe it's not called broth." Yao An wiped the rag, didn't sit down, and didn't leave, "You don't usually drink soup?"

"Almost none." Da Ling disturbed the "meticulous" noodles, looking at the curling white gas fascinatedly, "One can't do it, and the other can't wake up."

When Yao An wanted to ask something, Da Ling had already chewed the tendon on the bottom and gave a thumbs up appreciatively.

"He usually eats the semi-self-service cafeteria." Da Ling swallowed another mouthful of soup, knowing Yao An's question clearly, "There are meat, vegetables, fruit, and yogurt, so you can't go hungry."

Yao An paused, thanked him, and walked away with a rag.

He first went to the coffee table, picked up a few loose picture albums, tidied them up, put them back under the table, and then rolled up the carpet to wipe them.

When Yao Jianqi is not at home, he finds work for himself. Apart from implementing necessary training with the country, most of the time he takes care of the flowers and plants, cleans the house, learns a few words of French, or familiarizes himself with the road conditions, and inspects the Ferris wheel on the central axis.

"Didn't he tell you this?" The voice behind him was flat and careless.

Yao An recalled just now, picked up the dust first, shook it off on the trash can twice, and then replied: "I'll just ask him."

"Then why don't you just ask him directly." Da Ling answered immediately, with a few strands of noodles wrapped around the chopsticks.

Yao An sat down by the trash can and said, "It's too late."

"Is that so?" Da Ling smiled, stuffing the rolled noodles into her mouth.

Yao An was speechless, and stared at him for a long time, for the first time.

Even if they live under the same roof, they seldom meet face to face. Although they maintain casual friendship with each other, he can feel that it is not clear.

"Last time in the exhibition hall, why did you deliberately misunderstand me?"

Daling's Adam's apple twitched as she swallowed the food, turned her body sideways, looked at Yao An, and smiled happily: "I thought you really thought it was a humor."

When Yao An is calm, it is difficult for outsiders to discern his emotions, including when he asks "why".

"Hmm—" Da Ling touched his chin with the tail of his chopsticks, as if he was really thinking. Finally, when he put down the chopsticks, there were two square red marks on his chin, "Why don't you ask yourself why you believe it?"

Yao An held the rag, and water soaked his knees.

"You seem very disturbed." Da Ling bundled her legs, put them on the chair, and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Yao An raised his gaze: "Why should I be uneasy?"

"It's ecstasy to find it again, Yao An." Da Ling's expression was very understanding, "It also brings corresponding fear."

The other side said nothing.

"The closer the relationship is, the more our original beliefs will be shaken after encountering setbacks." He smiled. "Sometimes it's for your partner, and sometimes it's for yourself."

Yao An removed the rag and asked, "Jian Qi told you about our affairs?"

"I've heard your name." Da Ling tilted his head to the left, "Occasionally, when he's not so awake."

"Unconscious?"

"Ah, you know." Da Ling pretended to cover her mouth, "In spare time, everyone will slack off and go about their own affairs."

Yao An frowned, always felt that his words were vague, and he was knocked off when he wanted to think deeply.

"When he was serious, we talked once, just once."

Da Ling felt his eyes, filled with uneasy thirst for knowledge.

"It's similar to the topic just now." Da Ling narrated with narrowed eyes, "I asked him if he was angry with me for making a 'joke' with you in the exhibition hall."

Yao An unknowingly straightened his back and leaned against the sofa.

"He said that he was only angry with himself." Da Ling said, "Let you have the idea that he will be with someone else, and even believe it easily."

Immediately afterwards, the noise of the chair legs dragging on the ground crowded out the sudden thoughts, Da Ling went to the locker near the door, found a black and white sheet of paper, and compared it to his chest.

"There is a small matter, I don't know if he happened to mention it to you."