Continuously

Yao Jianqi threw a sandbag up into the air, and touched the remaining four on the bed sheet as quickly as possible. When he hurriedly went to catch the fallen sandbags, not only did he not reach them, but the one in his hand fell off, leaving only one in his palm.

In the past at this time, Yao An would always say that the first one shouldn't be thrown so high, because the higher it is, the harder it is to catch it.

What is needed is not abundance, but just timing.

Not now.

Yao An was leaning in front of the table, with his right hand resting his slightly tilted head, with a piece of paper sandwiched between his index and middle fingers, and he tapped his cheek with the edge.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head again, gathered the sandbags, and piled them in front of him.

One of the stitches is capitalized and rough, walking back and forth without rules and patience, and a few grains of sand will leak out when playing.

The other four were just the opposite.

It is so neat that it seems to be cut out by a sewing machine, but it is so meticulous that it reveals a human touch. The bread inside is not even gravel, but uncooked rice.

Yao Jianqi's fingertips brushed over those stitches one by one, and he could almost feel the tightness of the thread.

Maybe it's the intimacy of people.

"See you, come here." Yao An suddenly called out.

Yao Jianqi was stunned for a moment, usually Yao An didn't call him that in person, but at the moment it was almost unconscious, even he himself didn't realize it.

Yao Jianqi got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to Yao An's side.

"Come on, give me a call."

Before Yao Jianqi could say another word, Yao An had already picked him up from behind and leaned half on the table.

The phone line was very short, so he reluctantly pulled the landline to Yao Jianqi's hand, pointed to the red paper beside him, and urged, "Call this number."

Yao Jianqi's upper body was pressed against the table, while the lower body was suspended in the air, being firmly supported by Yao An.

The forearm that protects him has the unique thinness and toughness of a young man.

Yao Jianqi picked up the receiver and pressed the string of numbers.

After a few sessions of calls, the other side finally picked up.

Yao Jianqi felt the arm around him tighten.

"Hey, who is it?"

Yao Jianqi took the receiver away and handed it back.

"No, no, no." Yao An hurriedly said angrily, shaking his head repeatedly.

Yao Jianqi put the receiver not far from his ear again, Yao An really leaned over and listened head-to-head with him.

"Hello, hello? Is anyone there?" asked a few words impatiently.

This time I heard it, it was a boy.

A gust of hot air came from behind Yao Jianqi's ears, almost touching his skin.

Yao An couldn't tell how he was feeling at the moment, either relaxed or frustrated.

"Bye bye if there is no one." The other side said again.

Yao An took the phone and planned to hang up.

"Who?"

There was another voice on the other end of the phone, it was very small, but Yao An still heard it.

Yao Jianqi heard it too.

A pure female voice.

Still familiar.

"I don't know, I don't talk when I call..." The boy replied.

Yao An remembered, isn't this a fucking cone!

"There are people, don't hang up!" Yao An shouted.

"Damn, it's so noisy." Yu Yan chased and scolded, "Who are you?"

"I……"

Yao An suddenly got stuck.

Fortunately, there was another commotion over there, Yu Yanzhui seemed to be called away, and the phone was picked up again.

After a long silence, the voice just now rang out again.

"Is it Yao An?" Yu Zhouyao asked softly.

Yao An's ear that was attached to the receiver was inexplicably red.

"Yes." He replied.

Not sure how long it took before the busy tone on the phone woke Yao An up.

He put down the phone, still slightly dazed.

I also can't remember what I talked with Yu Zhouyao just now, how to say goodbye, without leaving a word.

He almost forgot that there was Yao Jianqi in his arms.

"Hey, why are you silent?" Yao An hurriedly put the man on the ground, and snored on the fur on his head.

Yao Jianqi turned his back to Yao An, and quietly covered his stomach.

Just now, his abdomen has been pressed against the edge of the table, so long that his stomach feels nauseous and painful.

But he didn't say a word.

Yao An's mind continued to be noisy and chaotic, with a trace of unidentified excitement running through it.

But the noise belonged to him alone, Yao Jianqi always turned his back to him, separating him from the noise by a layer of barrier.

He knew that Yao Jianqi was usually quiet, but at this moment, he couldn't bear the silence, and even the heat in the base of his ears cooled down a bit.

"See you?" He called out to Yao Jianqi's back, this time consciously, with the intention of teasing him and flattering him.

Although he didn't know what the reason for ingratiating was.

Yao Jianqi walked to the bed, picked up the five sandbags, put them down again, and remained silent from beginning to end.

This silence lasted until winter.