Continuously

next spring.

The hibiscus withered for another season, plumed like a stork.For a poem, I couldn't find a suitable rhyme, so I sprinkled myself into the waltz.The folded letter paper is written with spring breeze, and the sender is the ocean.In the obsidian night, insects gnaw and discuss how to hide flower petals.

Those that are the most inanimate are the most life-inspiring.Like weightlessness, like centrifugal force, like a solar eclipse.

There are several medals hanging above the bed, with swimming waves on them, and two side-by-side paintings, one called line and the other called watercolor. The vermilion sunset in the painting is covered by its other face, the dawn.

Dawn unbuttons the night, counterclockwise, and then the thin layer of morning light spreads out, like a huge goldfish flicking its tail, white clouds splashing its color, dyed with a thin spring feeling.

As beautiful as a wet dream.

Yao Jianqi opened his eyes without warning, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

After 10 minutes, maybe longer, he tried to move his hand under his body.

Suddenly, his hand cramped.

Yao Jianqi swallowed a mouthful of saliva complicatedly, and his eyes moved to the right side.

Fortunately, Yao An was breathing slightly, and the backline of the side sleeper was safe and sound.

Yao Jianqi picked up the corner of the quilt with the other hand, and leaned down with his left foot. When he touched the cool ground, he couldn't help but let out a snort. Immediately, he supported Simmons lightly, and slowly got out of bed, making sure that the sheets were clean. , carefully put down the quilt and tucked it away.

He hooked up the slippers with two fingers, walked barefoot to the door, and glanced back at the sleeping person on the bed.

Slightly relieved.

There are many things that cannot be avoided in sharing a room.

For two men, keeping privacy is too pretentious and unrealistic, not to mention, this fragile conservation has already been exhausted when Yao An took the initiative to show off to him with his erect waist one morning.

In the rushing water, Yao Jianqi scrubbed the changed underwear, the soap foam created a small bubble between his fingers, and he flew up spiritually.

Looking up following the light refracted by Bubbles, Yao Jianqi saw in the mirror his expression that he hadn't cleaned up in time.

I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night.

The bubble popped at the tip of his nose. Yao Jianqi turned off the water and wrung it dry. There was no time yet. He had to dry it on the balcony on the third floor before the alarm clock. Then, when Yao An woke up, he pretended that everything was as usual.

"Why didn't you wait for me this morning and left?"

Yao An took out an oversized travel bag from the closet and turned to ask him.

"On duty." Yao Jianqi turned his back to Yao An, picked out a waterproof mp3 player from a pile of odds and ends on the table, and wrapped it neatly around the headphones and cables.

"When did you change your duty to Friday?" Yao An was puzzled, grabbed an absorbent towel and stuffed it into the bag.

Clothes, swimming trunks, swimming caps, goggles, leg boards, stretch rubber bands, and other swimming equipment were scattered all over the bed, like a floor stall.

"For classmate." Yao Jianqi simply took it and handed him the wrapped MP3, "Don't forget this."

Yao An picked it up and tossed it in his hand: "I haven't used it for a while, the songs are outdated."

"Downloaded new ones," Yao Jianqi said, "Just the ones in your phone list."

"It's so sweet." Yao An grabbed the fallen mp3 and went to give Yao Jianqi a loving hug.

Yao Jianqi took a step back, and walked away without a trace: "Pack up your things quickly, and leave early tomorrow morning."

"It's not in a hurry." Yao An threw the things into the bag, knelt on the bed with his left leg, and continued to stuff the clothes roughly.

Under Lao Ji's leadership, Yao An has embarked on the path of a sports student.I chose the direction of liberal arts, got the second-level athlete certificate, and went to the swimming pool to practice for three or four hours every day, and occasionally participated in a provincial and municipal competition, and won a few brands. There is no plan, and Yao Xinping also gave him a lot of good looks for this.

After the third year of high school, Yao An, like many others, chose physical education. He just finished the culture test last month, with three subjects in language and math. The day after tomorrow he has to go to a foreign school to take the professional test.

"Brother, do you know, if I can pass this one, I won't even have to take the college entrance examination." Yao An rolled a long sleeve into a ball, and the more he said it, the more beautiful he said, "It's so cool to think about it. I'm dead!"

"Don't float away." Yao Jianqi said flatly, stepped forward, lifted the travel bag, opened it downwards, and dumped all the stuffed clothes on the bed.

Yao An shouted loudly: "I just accepted it!"

Without further ado, Yao Jianqi took the clothes from Yao An's hand, flicked them, folded them in half along the neckline, and folded them twice, indicating: "This is called collection." He put the clothes squarely into the bag Bottom layer: "The bag you just had, if you don't know it, you think it's tattered."

"You're rotten." Yao An retorted, laughing again and again, "I found that not only have you grown in size this year, but your mouth has also become more and more poisonous."

Yao Jianqi didn't bother to talk to him, bent down, picked up another pair of trousers and folded them up.

Someone has always worried about him, Yao An was happy and at ease, lying on the edge of the bed, feeling lazy, propping his head with one hand, and passing the clothes leisurely.

Yao Jianqi's mouth is not at a disadvantage, especially when facing Yao An, but the golden mouth is not easy to open. Yao An has to take the initiative to tease a few words, otherwise he is still quiet most of the time, just like now, between raising his hands , only the soft and warm rubbing sound of the cloth.

"I have to recite the Buddha's name these days." Yao An babbled again, "Bless me, it's best to swim in the middle waterway, do you know why?"

"Small resistance, fast swimming."

"Yes!" Yao An turned over, "Do you like me?"

"Ah."

"See you, I'm leaving tomorrow, so don't think too much about it." Yao An was not shy, and said it as if it had been a long time.

"Then don't go, I have to cry." Yao Jianqi responded.

Yao An let out a laugh, and scrambled forward with a cheeky face: "That's right, I didn't accompany you one night? I'm leaving, and your bed will be half cold!"

When mentioning this, Yao Jianqi didn't answer immediately, his eyes wandered.

"Yao An." He said suddenly.

"Ah?" Yao An threw things around.

Yao Jianqi paused for a while, made up his mind, and said the decision he had made all day: "Why don't we sleep together in the future... hey!"

Yao An was taken aback by him, and his throwing hands were in mid-air: "What's wrong??"

Yao Jianqi had a slightly strange expression on his face, and remained silent for a long while.

"I go out for a while."

He took a deep breath and shook off the dark gray panties that had just dropped on the back of his hand.