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As the Dragon Boat Festival approached, the nearby Chinese supermarket put up a huge model of zongzi at the entrance. Many residents ran to take photos while using the air conditioner, and competed with the zongzi by the way.

Yao An held a large amount of mineral water in his left hand, and he almost drank more than half of it when he walked to the door, but it still couldn't replenish the water dripping from his forehead, neck, and even his whole body.

It was rare to be able to stay in a space with such a high density of Chinese. Even though it was all about maintaining the most self-serving constant temperature on the hot-footed ground, Yao An still felt a kind of hard-to-break kindness from those few words of greeting.

"...It was 38 degrees yesterday. I sat in the room for a whole day and felt fine. What the hell is this life like?"

"I planned to go to the indoor swimming pool to escape the summer heat, but I put up a sign at the door to persuade me to leave. The inside is completely full. Let alone swimming, it's good to be able to stand."

The two men with accents in the back were chatting, and Yao An used it as the background sound. He took another sip of mineral water and felt the air conditioner rumbled before he finally recovered.

In fact, he is not used to the straight drinking water here, he always feels that it tastes different from home, and it also smells like soap, and Yao Jianqi has always been trickier than him in eating, but all the trickery has become a last resort habit in the sun and the moon.Yao An didn't want the other party to bother, so he always went to the street to buy mineral water when the other party was away, and he just let it go.

Just as he was emptying out, the back of his neck suddenly froze, and a snake-like icicle stuck to him.

At first he didn't move, thinking it was Grandma Du. After Yao An moved here, he often saw her face to face, including rubbing the air conditioner in the supermarket. They didn't understand the language but they got along very well. He just didn't know why the other party always looked at him with pity, and when he moved, he would caress her. Like a grandson, Yao An once suspected that Yao Jianqi had made up some stories in front of others, but suffered from lack of evidence.

"Hey!"

Yao An let out a short snort, because the cool thing turned out to be a hand, unceremoniously flattened and closed on the side of his neck, and scratched lightly with his nails on the Adam's apple.

Who else could it be? Yao An looked back, but before the man's dripping eyes was a white snowball.

"Here." Yao Jianqi said.

The two squatted on the same level, Yao An didn't rush to pick it up, but raised his face and took a bite.

"Hiss—" Yao An pursed his lips after icing his gums, "When did you come here? There was no movement."

The bite marks on the snowball quickly disappeared under the scorching sun, and the dripping sugar juice leaked into Yao Jianqi's fingers. He still held his hand and said, "Are a few minutes earlier than you."

"shopping?"

"I ordered a bucket of pure water."

Yao An had just gnawed off a piece of egg cone skin, and heard that half of it fell off. He looked at Yao Jianqi, who lifted everything with ease, a kind of willing calm.

"you……"

"I passed the interview." Yao Jianqi twirled the cone and turned the intact side to Yao An.

Yao An's thoughts were diverted, and he was pleasantly surprised: "So fast?"

"It just came out." Yao Jianqi tapped the corner of the phone in his pocket with his other hand.

"I knew you were fine!" Yao An hugged Yao Jianqi's shoulders, more cheerfully than him, "What do you want to eat, I invite you!"

Yao Jianqi smiled, and brought the ice cream ball to his mouth: "You digest this first, okay?"

"How about eating zongzi? It's almost the holidays. Let's pack it ourselves." Yao An said to himself, opened his mouth to fill it up, then backed off a little, "You can have a bite too."

"You eat." Yao Jianqi tilted the ice cream a little bit, "It's almost melting, hurry up."

Another fresh white juice flowed down. Seeing that his hands were messed up, Yao An took a mouthful and said with a cold breath, "I'll get it."

Yao Jianqi didn't give way, saying, "It's dirty anyway", so he just held his chin in one hand and fed it with the other, making Yao An snort behind the scorching sun.

The tip of the last egg cone was pressed into Yao An's mouth, and the thumb probably just brushed against the tip of his lips. Yao An was chewing on the waffle that could no longer distinguish the taste, and saw Yao Jianqi tear open a pack of wet tissues and put them under the cold light. Rub it finely and densely.

Those are really a pair of handsome hands, with ten fingers like the white keys of a piano, and they can strike notes in the air with a single movement. When he wiped away the condensed pink thick juice drop by drop, Yao An unconsciously Clenching his frozen tongue tightly, he thought like crazy during the day, licking clean for him from finger to seam.

In June, Yao Jianqi went to a neighboring city with his classmates for work reasons. The Medieval Festival was held there. Almost the entire street was dressed in medieval costumes. There were knights and princesses. Music, scattered blacksmith shop, bakery, herb house and so on.They participated in a parade of floats, were pulled into a wedding, and generally had a blast.

"On the last night, we circled the city with torches, and we were exhausted before we reached the castle." Da Ling put one leg on the tea table and weaved the green rice dumpling rope, "But this person, less than one-third It’s been a long time since I lost my journey.”

The person who pointed out his words turned a deaf ear to it, scooped a spoonful of glutinous rice with sauce from the stainless steel basin, and poured it into the cone-shaped zong leaves.

"—I don't know if I have a private meeting with some princess." Da Ling added.

These words finally aroused the eyes of the other person, a knot that was about to be tied was loosened in Yao An's hands, and he turned to Yao Jianqi: "What did you do?"

Yao Jianqi raised his head, sighed with a smile under Da Ling's good-natured eyes, and said to Yao An, "I didn't go to the private meeting."

"Who asked this." Yao Ancai refused to admit it, and raised one eyebrow, "Just out of curiosity, do you have other activities?"

Yao Jianqi showed his hand and said, "I missed it."

The zongzi, which was originally honest, disintegrated in his hands, like a funnel, the glutinous rice went straight down, and a zongzi who was pregnant in October was aborted.

"That's not how it was done!" Yao An tied the knot tightly, threw it into another basin, leaned over, took Yao Jianqi's fingers, surrounded it, and poured glutinous rice and salted egg yolk in again, asking him to look at it, a leaf How to become three-dimensional and solid, even the route of the straw rope is taught hand in hand.

When he was done, he was relieved and then lowered his face and said, "You are cheating."

The default was the faint smile on Yao Jianqi's face. He pinched Yao An's finger, which was as greasy as his own, and replied, "I went into a divination booth."

"Divination?" Da Ling laughed beside him, turning over the scroll in his hand, "This is very medieval."

"What is it? How is it?" Yao An was really curious this time, and listened with his hands hanging aside.

Yao Jianqi took out a new long leaf from the water and calmly recalled: "Crystal ball."

That's a real crystal ball.

Before that, Yao Jianqi had seen some placed in the shop, but its composition was molded glass.But the one in front of him, placed on a piece of boxwood, clearly reflected the light of the candle, was a sphere polished by white crystal, anyway, that's what the witch in the black cloak assured him.

"Before you start, you need to drink a cup of herbal tea, maybe absinthe." Yao Jianqi said, "and then stare at the sphere until the brain goes blank."

"Are you sure you still have your wallet when you wake up?" Da Ling interrupted.

"What's next?" Yao An listened intently, and asked enthusiastically, "Is she going to touch and touch the ball, and make a ball of will-o'-the-wisps like magic?"

"There is fire, but she didn't create it, I saw it myself." Yao Jianqi recalled a little, "Strictly speaking, it should be fog."

In the room full of spices, the curtains cut off the noise. It seems that the herbal medicine really worked, but Yao Jianqi knew that it was some kind of "boredom" from his consciousness. He began to have visual hallucinations. Fog emerged.It was green at first, then gradually turned red.

"Green clouds represent the coming happiness." Yao Jianqi repeated the original words, "especially in love life."

Yao An was already looking at him, a little thumped, and said, "I..."

"Is that so, it's not obvious." Da Ling answered maliciously, and without any surprise, he met Sixing's helpless gaze.

"What about red?" Yao An gave up pursuing responsibility and asked instead, "Is it better?"

"It's possible in China." Yao Jianqi smiled lightly, and continued, "She said it was a warning and told me to be careful in everything."

"Ah..." Yao An was speechless, "Isn't that very dangerous?"

"Divinators often rely on intuition to interpret, and different people's interpretations are also different, and there is a great chance." Yao Jianqi turned to him and said patiently, "And this is just a divination game."

"That's what you said." Yao An was still a little suspicious, "But so far, it's pretty accurate."

"You have to believe in materialism." Da Ling sat lazily on the chair, and threw something like a grass circle into Yao An's lap, "If you have to be superstitious, I'll send you a demon."

Yao An picked it up, it was a bracelet that Da Ling wove out of rice dumpling thread.

"Five-color rope, have you heard of it?" Da Ling pulled out a few more, "Yin-yang and five elements, mutual generation and restraint, exorcising evil and welcoming good luck."

"There are only three types." Yao An stood on tiptoe.

"Materials are limited." Da Ling raised his eyes and said, "Actually, you don't need this. When it comes to warding off evil spirits, nothing compares to your piece of jade."

Having mentioned this, Yao An lowered his head and saw the leaf on his neck.

It is said that people raise jade and jade to raise people. This piece has been worn by him since he remembered things until now, and he is familiar with it like himself. I don’t think it usually, but at this moment, perhaps because of the shining light, this jade looks more gentle and pure than before.

Yao An rubbed the colorful rope on the coffee table and was about to get up.

"What are you going to do?" Yao Jianqi covered the back of his hand.

"Wash your hands." Yao An said, "Pick off the jade."

"Take it off for what?"

"Here." Yao An took it for granted.

Hearing his confession, Yao Jianqi was still a little surprised, as if he didn't expect him to give this thing to himself, after all, the jade was from Yao An's deceased mother.

"If you're joking, take it seriously." Yao Jianqi smiled and squeezed him tightly.

"Just in case, let's deter evil spirits." Yao An was still persistent.

Yao Jianqi didn't let it go: "I think you're quite useful."

"what?"

"Fight poison with poison."

Yao An burst out laughing and kicked his heels: "You mean I'm very angry?"

Seeing that some people were using the name of bickering to scold, Da Ling shook the rice dumpling rope and said: "You two, if this continues, will there be any rice dumplings tonight?"

Yao Jianqi was hit on the calf again, but his face was expressionless, and he said to the row of handicrafts in Da Ling, "I'll give you this too."

"Okay, good, turtles don't laugh at soft-shelled turtles." Da Ling solemnly picked up a piece of rice dumpling leaves, folded them back and forth, and looked at the pot that was about to bottom out, "I've bought less glutinous rice, it's not enough."

After Yao An finished his calculations, he said to Daling, "I cooked some more there, and I'm going to put bean paste in it. Don't just eat one kind of stuffing."

"Bean paste..." Da Ling dusted it off with a finger, and Ye Zi made a loud noise, "Sweet?"

Yao An said: "Of course bean paste is sweet."

Followed by Da Ling's laugh, he pursed his lips, and said with some regret: "Then some people won't be able to eat it."

It stands to reason that after getting along for so many days, Yao An should have been immune to Da Ling's oblique way of speaking. In fact, he is almost immune, but this does not mean that he can ignore it again and again.

"What do you mean?" Yao An sat up straight, silently more serious than last moment.

But Daling is just that bad, other people are dragons who can't see the head and tail, but he only shows a head and a tail, as if he is willing to let people other than him know a little bit about it

"Just say what you mean." Daling Jiuchen's legs were a little numb, and he slid off the coffee table. The glass just brushed against the wound on the sole of his foot a while ago. The slight pain made him curl his lips, and he also felt that Yao Jianqi was not very Happy sight.

The only thing that surprised him was that Yao An didn't ask any more questions. He seemed to hesitate for a while but was firmly restrained by some kind of perseverance. Then, the three of them quietly finished making the remaining salted egg yolk rice dumplings.

However, the pot of stuffed bean paste was never brought out again.

That night, at exactly 1:27 a.m., Da Ling's cell phone started ringing.

Because the sound was short, it was just a text message prompt, so he didn't care, thinking that one or two would be enough.

So, there was a scene where he pulled off the steam eye mask and saw more than 50 unread text messages in a fluorescent screen.

Each has only two words: come out.

He laughed and cursed, as if to add to the fun, and looked at the dressing mirror in the middle of the night, calmly cleaned himself up, took out a long-lost little thing, put it in his pocket, and walked from the bedroom to the living room, and then from the living room to downstairs.

There is nothing else on the trail at this point except for a few hissing insects, and occasionally an owl flies by, setting off the dark moon and high wind.

Da Ling had no intention of delaying, but the night road was really difficult to walk. With all the landscape lights off, he could only use the flashlight of his mobile phone to find the last station along the gravel road.

"Sweetie," Da Ling was able to calm down when a glare of light suddenly snatched his sight, "Are you sure you want to have an affair here?"

"Get out." The bright light went out, and Yao An stood in the opposite night.

"It's hard for me to get down, so let me get out?" Da Ling rubbed her eyes and smiled, disapprovingly, "For a person who is difficult to enter the second sleep, if it is not for sex. Sobriety is really torture."

Yao An was silent for a while, and opened his mouth without any effort.

"Sorry." He said quickly, "Jian Qi's sleep quality is not very good, I can't guarantee that he is asleep until this point."

When the sudden constriction of pupils was no longer so strong, Da Ling finally put down her hands and opened her eyes wearily.

"You two are really..." He shrugged.

Yao An didn't care what the second half of his sentence was, standing in the invisible shadow of the tree, he asked the question that he had held back all day: "What do you mean by what you said during the day?"

Da Ling yawned, not knowing, "Which sentence?"

"Yao Jianqi can't eat sweets." Yao An asked, "Why?"

When he asked this question, he had the patience of anticipating and being afraid of something. Always, when Yao Jianqi was involved, this time was no exception.

"If I remember correctly, I said 'someone can't eat'." Da Ling said, "What if it's me."

"Don't go around the bush." ​​Yao An said with restraint.

But Da Ling laughed "poof", and stomped the long way: "Who made a detour?" He sighed, "I walked for a long time to find this place, Yao An."

"It's annoying to be alone." Yao An said, "Walk around and you'll be here."

Seemingly unable to pick out any gossip anymore, or perhaps touched by his pure anxiety, Da Ling looked at the fluffy individual one meter away, exuding buckwheat-like heat in the night.

Suddenly, Da Ling took two steps and was within walking distance of him.

"I'll show you a little thing." With the tone and mood of eating candy, he took out a fist from his pocket.

Yao An narrowly resisted the urge to shake someone's collar, and said calmly, "What."

"Look."

Da Ling released his fingers one by one, and under the flashlight, a ray of light flashed across his palm, those who didn't know would mistake him for catching a firefly.

But Yao An took a closer look, it was just a silver brooch, the style was like a bottle cap, with complete teeth, including the line of French in the middle.

"l'ivresse." Da Ling said, "it means 'crazy', but most of the time, it refers to a state of drunkenness."

Yao An frowned, not knowing what it meant.

Immediately afterwards, Da Ling said another sentence that made him even more incomprehensible: "Keep the deadliest temptation by your side, but don't give it the right to capture you."

"What do you want to say?" Yao An looked at him.

Da Ling was still strolling in the courtyard, touched the golden letters, and said, "A.A. usually uses this as a souvenir and gives it to every member who leaves. I think this is probably their intention."

"A.A.?" Yao An was caught by one word.

Da Ling also looked at him and said, "A little more perfect, it's Alcoholics Anonymous."

The corners of Yao An's eyes suddenly tightened, and immediately, a bad, very bad thought began to swell like an inflated ball.

Da Ling's words pierced it like a light needle.

"This is from Yao Jianqi."