Continuously

When the red light came on again, Yao Jianqi stood under the autumn twilight, with a fine layer of cold sweat dripping from his neck.

The traffic in front of him had passed countless times, but even if he closed his eyes, the half of his face behind the window was burned onto his eyelids like wax.

How could that person be here, why did he come, does he know that he is there...

All the questioning almost made Yao Jianqi faint, he was at a loss, more at a loss, and in the end, only a similar pain covered him.

The last movement in his consciousness was to bend down to pick up the medicine on the ground.

"It's so late?"

Yao An opened the door and said a word of reproach that wasn't really a reproach.

Yao Jianqi walked past him without changing his shoes.

"Hey!" Yao An grabbed his wrist.

Yao Jianqi stuttered and turned his head, his eyes fixed on the hands that were holding him.

"What did you take?" Yao An turned Yao Jianqi's palm over and pulled out the contents.

"Plaster?" After seeing it clearly, Yao An was slightly surprised, "For me?"

Yao Jianqi didn't answer.

That's for him.

"Why don't you give it to me?" Yao An lowered his head and asked.

Broken bangs floated on Yao Jianqi's eyelashes, and a few of them happened to pierce his eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable, and he lowered his eyes: "Forgot."

The sound is like a gnat.

Yao An didn't let him go: "Then you post it for me."

"Now?" Yao Jianqi asked with his eyes.

"Now." Yao An said.

When taking off the last piece of clothes, Yao An couldn't help but wince.

"Hurry up, it's too cold." With his hair on his head, he just took off his sweater and rubbed his back against Yao Jianqi, patted his shoulder blades, "It's right here."

Yao Jianqi opened the package, and the bitter and pungent smell of the medicine woke him up.

He knelt on the bed with his right leg, tore off the plaster, took a corner, and slowly stuck it behind Yao An's shoulder, stroked it a few times, and stretched it flat.

"And the right side." Yao An shook his shoulders.

Yao Jianqi stuck it up for him in the same way, pressing on Yao An's slightly shaved shoulder, almost stabbing his hand with his bones.

"Either the neck..."

"Let's do this first." Yao Jianqi stepped back from the bed and threw the waste paper into the trash can.

"See—" Yao An called to stop him as he approached the door.

Yao Jianqi tilted his head, leaving a third of his face.

"Thank you." Yao An said cross-legged.

The door opened, then closed.

Yao An still maintained the sitting posture just now, and patted his shoulder thoughtfully.

The plaster seemed to have taken effect, making the shoulders both hot and cold, covering up the original soreness.

That's right, something is wrong.

Something was wrong with Yao Jianqi, from the moment he entered the door to now.

"What's the smell on you?"

On the weekend in Anding Village, Grandma Yao shrugged her nose repeatedly, put down a basket of red grapes, grabbed Yao An's collar and sniffed.

Yao An: "Body fragrance."

"Hey." Grandma Yao also joined in, "Then my grandson's body fragrance...is quite strong."

Yao An puffed out his chest without arrogance or rashness, picked up a bunch of grapes, and ran to the next room.

no one.

He threw one into his mouth and walked outside.

The expected person squatted under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The tree had already passed its flowering period, so it could not shed flowers and snow all over his head, so he just poured an umbrella of thick shade on Yao Jianqi.

Yao Jianqi heard the sound of his shoes stepping on the gravel, and he simply didn't turn his head back, but a trace of watery cool was soon on his lips.

He slightly stuck out his tongue, and took in the red grape that was delivered to his mouth.

"Watching the ants move here?" Yao An put down his hands.

Yao Jianqi took a bite of juice, and the corners of his eyes fluttered as he chewed.

"Go in, it's too cold outside." Yao An stroked his hair.

Yao Jianqi looked at him without saying a word.

Yao An sighed very lightly, put his arms around Yao Jianqi, and Yao Jianqi stood up obediently following his movements.

At this time, Grandpa Yao was holding a washbasin and placed it next to a whetstone in the courtyard. He squatted down, picked up a handful of water, and splashed it on the rock. The smooth and slightly concave surface of the stone immediately became transparent, reflecting the cloudy sky in late autumn.

Grandpa Yao put the left end of the kitchen knife against the stone, lifted it up slightly, and then sharpened it back and forth.

The voice was thick and sharp, and it fell in Yao Jianqi's ears, making him stunned for a moment.

"Jian Chi, do you like to watch grandpa sharpen the knife?" Grandpa asked him with a smile as he raised his head without stopping his hands.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head a little, looking very focused.

Yao An turned behind Yao Jianqi, surrounded him in his arms, and also cut off the turbulent autumn wind.

This moment is a rare quiet beauty, stubborn stones, blunt knives, firewood and the smell of meat.

Yao An's heart sank.

It started half a month ago, Yao Jianqi didn't take the initiative to say a word to himself.

He barely talks anymore.

Other than that, he still listened, and never left anything to do. Yao Jianqi always said little, but if there was nothing wrong, others would not feel any difference.

But Yao An is no one else.

He knew that Yao Jianqi could drive him crazy with three or two words, and comfort him with a smile. He didn't say anything on the surface, but secretly fought with you, and he was also kind to you.

Yao Jianqi has a lot of petty tempers, and he only vents them to Yao An.

But now, Yao Jianqi, who is nestled quietly in his arms, is the most obedient, infinitely accepting your tone and orders, like a safe container.

Yao Jianqi was a bit like when they first met, when he refused and resisted, and finally they were drawn closer, at this moment they approached seamlessly, but Yao An was pushed away by him.

"See you." Yao An leaned against Yao Jianqi's ear, and asked in the calm but piercing sound of sharpening a knife, "What's the matter with you?"

no respond.

Except for the very fine points, Yao Jianqi's fingertips imitated the movement of cutting with the edge of a knife, and carved a series of scratches on the cocoon.