Continuously

On the first Wednesday of August, at twelve noon, an air defense siren sounded over City Z.

At first it was a pre-alarm, which sounded intermittently, with an interval of up to half a minute. The sound frequency of 500HZ swarmed the eardrums, making people feel overwhelmed.

With a "crack", the glass fell on the tile line, and the fragments overflowed from the point of force, and scattered on the carpet and the foot of the sofa.

Yao An woke up from his daze, and before he had time to take care of himself, he picked up his phone and ran out.

He had long forgotten that the professors in various general safety courses had to turn off the power and natural gas when the vent alarm sounded. He only remembered that Yao Jianqi had said on the phone that he would go home for dinner.

The stairs were his first choice. There was no need to wait and there was a signal. He called Yao Jianqi amidst the constant buzzing. The French prompt made him even more anxious.

As soon as he got downstairs, Yao An ran along the road to the school. Now that he is familiar with the area, he no longer needs to rely on the density of the bushes to judge the specific direction.

Yao An was really impatient. He knew that a subway bombing happened here a month ago. It was in the second carriage. At that time, he was still in China, staying up all night refreshing the Internet, and translating the latest casualties, nationalities, and names word by word. Even dialed that number for the first time.

When he broke into a passenger flow that just came out of the subway exit, it was so dense that it seemed to be fleeing, and he couldn't be blamed for the alarm bells in his heart, and he ran wildly and desperately.

The voice at that moment was the same as it is now, clearly showing his helplessness. The only thing that is gratifying is that he finally had the courage to dial the second and third times...

About 3 minutes had passed since the first siren sounded, and the official air raid siren sounded. The sharp sound was intermittent and rapid, leaving only a few seconds of silence in the ears, which was also mixed with loud and loud echoes.

The call was finally connected, and Yao An asked first, "Where are you?!"

The other said: "I..."

The last second was exhausted, and the bee-like humming once again seized the hearing. Yao An covered his other ear and said "Hello" several times, but he couldn't even make out whether Yao Jianqi was speaking Chinese or not.

With frowning eyebrows, he broke out from the crowd, even though he was blocked, he still charged.

"excuse me!"

Yao An said so, and he had long neglected the difference in language, and always provoked complaints from passers-by, although their yelling was not worth mentioning in the high-speed rotation of the Minglun.

About to cross the first zebra crossing, Yao An's elbow was pulled suddenly, he staggered forward inertially, and turned his head in a hurry.

Yao Jianqi looked at him unharmed, his lips parted, and the words were buried in the buzzing.

Yao An hugged him tightly.

The two chests collided hard, and he shouted: "I thought I couldn't find you!"

The shock of being lost and found again passed through the noise, and Yao Jianqi put his hand behind his head, stroking downstream: "It's okay, it's okay, look."

For a while, under his good persuasion, Yao An raised his eyes to look at people and things other than him.

I saw that the street was still full of traffic, the river was still flowing, the sky was still empty, and the world was still as damn peaceful as before.

Yao An was speechless.

"On the first Wednesday of every month, the air defense siren will sound throughout the city." Yao Jianqi helped him up a little, and said face to face, "My fault, I forgot to tell you."

"..."

Following Yao Jianqi's guidance, Yao An glanced at a mobile alarm vehicle on the side of the road. It was thanks to it that it covered the noise without any dead ends; stop.

The next moment, the minutes-long alarm was completely lifted, and a frivolous whistle sounded in the desolate and desolate time and space.

Da Ling came across the road whistling, cheering up the people along the way: "These days, warnings are no more rare than love."

Laughter resounded from the crowd, ridiculed and prying with enthusiasm and good intentions, Yao An's ears were a little warm, his hand slipped down from Yao Jianqi's back, was hooked by his eyes again, and was held in his palm.

Interlocking their fingers, Yao Jianqi smiled and kissed the back of Yao An's hand.

"What did Grandma Du tell you just now?" Yao An turned around when he was almost at the door, "She stared at me and laughed."

"If she knew you were calling her that, she would faint." Yao Jianqi was fumbling for the keys in his bag, groping for them, and then stopped.

"'You have a reckless lover'." Da Ling acted as a friendly translator, pointing her eyes, "I think it's very objective."

The gazes of the three people at the scene all landed on a door that fluttered back and forth in the breeze.

"..." Yao An felt ashamed, "I left in a hurry and forgot to close the door."

He turned to Yao Jianqi without confidence, and the latter returned him a smile of "it's no big deal", pushed his waist to enter the door, and explained, "Fortunately, it's just a door."

Unexpectedly, the waistline suddenly stretched, and he looked at him unexpectedly, threw off his shoes and ran in.

Smelling the lingering smell of yam ribs in the air, Yao Jianqi glanced in the direction of the kitchen and understood.

"My soup—" Yao An turned off the stove, looked inside, and saw that the bones were all crispy.

The pork bones are crispy.

Yao Jianqi picked up the scattered shoes one by one, put them side by side, walked to Yao An, and looked at the battlefield with him.

"It doesn't matter." Yao Jianqi said from his shoulder, "I brought you meat buns."

"I knew I would have used purple casserole." Yao An was dejected, and was about to continue complaining, when he saw Da Ling walking towards the sofa with bare feet.

"Wait a minute!" He yelled hurriedly, rushing to the living room without stopping.

Da Ling stopped, and the person in front of him squatted down and picked up a wrist-sized fragment, which looked like the base of a cup.Da Ling moved her toes, and heard Yao Jianqi order to this side: "Be careful of hurting your hands."

"Hey, no." Yao An glanced at him in his busy schedule, saw him coming, and shouted, "Don't go here, there might be some debris somewhere."

"I'll come, I have a lot of calluses on my hands." Yao Jianqi said as he walked here.

"No." Yao An involuntarily grasped the pieces, "Quick, clean up the kitchen, I'll finish picking."

"What's the point of arguing about it?" Da Ling walked around to the other side of the carpet, and pushed Yao Jianqi's shoulder with the back of his hand, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Yao Jianqi said, "Later."

"Then please, take the medicine box." Da Ling lay down on the sofa, resting her hands behind her ears, "I stepped on broken glass."

His right foot fell slowly, and a drop of blood fell leisurely.

Nahan, Yao An hurriedly took a piece of paper from the table, and Yao Jianqi turned around earlier, looking for the medicine box that was moved to the bedroom.

"It's okay." Da Ling took the tissue from Yao An and said before he apologized.

But Yao An still took the trouble: "Sorry."

"What do you mean?" Da Ling wrapped the toilet paper around the wound and tied it in a knot, "I hurt my foot, or did I break my beloved cup?"

"This cup..." Yao An inspected the broken hand, "Is it yours?"

"I made it." Da Ling turned and leaned forward, picking up a fragment, "Look, the plant on this is a lover's tear. After firing, its color faded a little, and because of the temperature, it was smaller than what I painted. prototypes are larger."

Yao An took a closer look, and holding his hand, it was indeed a green bell full of tears, feeling like it was blown by the wind.

"Is your leg okay?"

Yao Jianqi came over at some unknown time, put the medicine box on the coffee table, and opened it between the two of them without leaving a mark.

"We're talking about a cup." Da Ling rested her chin and looked at him, "I planned to give it to you."

"Send it to me?" Yao Jianqi opened the medicine box and took a look.

"It's over." Da Ling smiled comfortably, threw the tiles into the trash can, and rolled back to the sofa.

"Do you need help?" Yao Jianqi asked him, taking out a bottle similar to iodophor.

"Let me do it." Yao An shook off Lin Lang's hands.

As a professional counterpart, Yao Jianqi gave way to Yao An and briefly translated the names of the medicines.

"I remember a lot of English for the medicine." Yao An smiled at him triumphantly, "Go and get something to eat, I'm really hungry. The vegetables and meat are all cut up, just fry them seriously."

Yao Jianqi stayed for a while, until Yao An urged himself "Go quickly" after wetting the cotton ball, and then he left completely.

Da Ling's feet were still tied with toilet paper, and there was a streak of red marks. Yao An sat on the end of the sofa and was about to take off the paper towels, but his legs were folded and tied up.

"He's so stingy, isn't he?" Da Ling rested his chin on his knees.

Yao An didn't know: "Huh?"

"I don't like letting you be alone with others." Da Ling shook her head with her chin as a fulcrum, "Especially me."

Yao An couldn't help but glanced at the kitchen, the door was closed, isolating the range hood and the sound of words.

"No." He subconsciously defended.

"Yes." Da Ling smiled.

Yao An couldn't figure it out and didn't really want to figure out what he said, so he shook the cotton ball in his hand: "Disinfect."

"Don't make such a fuss." Da Ling put down her legs, sat cross-legged and moved closer to him, "I just want to find a chance to chat with you."

"Do you need to find a chance to chat with me?" Yao An didn't take it seriously, seeing that he was really generous with his affected area, the doctor said kindly, "Are you sure the debris didn't stick to your feet?"

"No, no, don't worry about it." Da Ling even took off the tissue and threw it into the bucket, as if in a hurry, "Can I ask questions now?"

Yao An had no choice but to put down the things: "You ask."

"Are you really planning to stay here?" Da Ling followed closely, "A whole year?"

Yao An didn't think he was asking this, picked up the medicine box, and said, "Yes, did Jian Qi tell you?"

"I can guess it myself." Da Ling lightly said, "On the day he participated in the interview for m2."

Yao An dried the tweezers with a clean cotton ball and said, "Then you still ask."

"Just to confirm again." Da Ling probed him, "After all, this is a bit surprising."

Every word he said seemed to be on the sidelines, making it difficult for Yao An to ignore, but he didn't really want to follow the rhetoric arranged by the other party.

"You may not be used to having one more person in the rental house." Yao An didn't follow his words, but said, "I didn't think about it, sorry."

"You know," Da Ling said warmly, "it's not because of this."

"I don't know." Yao An looked at him.

"Okay." Da Ling changed her tone, chatted like a chatterbox, and returned to herself, "I have always hated establishing a long-term and stable intimate relationship. One of the reasons is that you will inevitably become the other party's slave."

"But you—" He approached, whispering, "It seems that you are not intimate enough?"

This is probably another distance that would make Yao Jianqi "stingy", Yao An squinted his eyes, but there was no atmosphere worthy of reverie in this distance, on the contrary, he smelled a strong provocation.

"You haven't done it yet, have you?"

Especially when the other person asks that.

Yao An didn't speak, and threw the cotton ball and tweezers into the trash can and the bottom of the medicine box respectively. He had no obligation to answer this question.

"Did I guess right again?" Da Ling was happy, as if playing a game, and explained the principle without getting tired of it, "It's not difficult at all, you are really quiet at night."

"..." Yao An couldn't hold back for a moment, "You are so free?"

"Hahahaha." Da Ling laughed loudly, leaning back on the back of the chair, her delicate Adam's apple went up and down, "What's the matter, this is libido, why bother to suppress it?"

What Yao An said was right, and he didn't pay any attention to it. He just rummaged in the medicine box a few times, as if it was more empty than when we first met.

The people beside him were still gloating, so Yao An deliberately asked to stop, "Where's your health care product?"

Da Ling licked her gums, before she stopped laughing: "What health supplements?"

"Have you taken it?" Yao An said casually.

Da Ling folded her body again, put her hands in front of her body, supported the sofa, and looked through the medicine box.

"It's never mine," he said.

Yao An's hand to close the medicine box paused, he obviously remembered Yao Jianqi saying: "Didn't you put skin care products here before, there are quite a lot of them."

"As you can see, I don't use this thing at all." Da Ling tapped on the back of her foot, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Yao An frowned, hesitating whether it was his memory or something wrong at this moment. At this moment, the kitchen door just opened, and a puff of oily smoke mixed with two coughs came out.

"Yao An, come and take a look." Yao Jianqi said holding a sticky spatula.

Yao An was surprised and laughed at the same time. He said, "I didn't get splashed with oil." Then he got up without thinking, and wanted to put the medicine box back on the coffee table.

Da Ling took the opportunity to bend down, and made a clever wink at Yao An's hand.

"Look." He mouthed, "Let me tell you."