Let go of the past

When Li Ziqing arrived home, it was past eleven o'clock at night. He opened the door and walked straight to the bedroom. From a distance, he saw that the bedroom door was wide open, the lights were not on, and it was pitch black inside. It seemed that he still kept the appearance of leaving in the morning.

He was stunned, and stood at the door and pressed the switch on the wall. The huge double bed, the sheets and quilts were in order, as if it had just been tidied up by the cleaning aunt.

Li Ziqing was a little out of breath, his heart was buried deep in the ground, his fingertips trembled slightly, when he looked away and turned around, he was panicked and didn't know what to do.He leaned against the wall next to the bedroom, lowered his head slowly, and when he looked up, he saw that the door of the study opposite was tightly closed.

As if a crack had been opened in the sky, and a sliver of hope came in, Li Ziqing walked slowly to the door, turned his head to the doorknob, and it was locked from the inside.

Li Ziqing took a deep breath, raised his hand and tapped twice, and called softly, "...Ji Bing?"

There was no movement inside, he didn't know if he was asleep or deliberately didn't want to talk to him, Li Ziqing yelled again, but still got the same result.

Li Ziqing stood at the door for a while, but the drowsiness began to hit him layer by layer. Last week, he worked overtime for seven consecutive days, and he didn't get home until one or two o'clock in the morning each time. During these few days, he and Ji Bing is like a stranger living in the same house, but in two dimensions, without verbal communication, let alone eye contact.Many times when he was forced into a bottleneck by tricky and complicated logic algorithms, or when he was overwhelmed by weird bugs, he looked up at the empty office area blankly, and really wanted to call Ji Bing. , I want to hear his voice, seek his help, like a drowning man looking for driftwood, but that driftwood is not in the same sea area as himself.

Li Ziqing blinked his sleepy and sore eyes, and finally gave up. He strode back to the bedroom and threw himself onto the huge double bed in an instant like all the strength in his body.

At six o'clock in the morning, Li Ziqing was awakened by the alarm clock of his mobile phone in his pocket. He was so sleepy last night that he didn't change his clothes, and fell asleep directly in the lying down position.

Li Ziqing rubbed his sore neck and got up from the bed. Even though he had slept all night, the bed was as clean as before, only the corner of the quilt was subconsciously hugged by Li Ziqing in his sleep, and a small wrinkle was formed. .

Li Ziqing left the bedroom and saw that the door of the study opposite was still closed. He knew that Ji Bing's biological clock usually wakes up naturally after sleeping until seven o'clock. The window cannot be opened, but the light seriously hinders his sleep quality.

Li Ziqing went to the bathroom, changed yesterday's clothes and threw them into the washing machine, and then simply took a shower. When he came out, the quartz clock in the living room showed that the time was [-]:[-].

Li Ziqing went back to the bedroom and changed into clean clothes. When he came out, he had a mobile phone in his hand, passed by the coffee table in the living room, bent down and threw it on it, then went straight to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

At 58:[-], the door lock of the study was twisted, Ji Bing came out in his nightgown, and Li Ziqing was setting dishes on the dining table, when he heard the sound, he looked up and said good morning with a smile.

Ji Bing stopped, looked at him expressionlessly, then hummed, and continued to walk to the bathroom.

When Ji Bing came out of the bathroom, Li Ziqing was filling a porcelain bowl with steaming porridge. The fragrance of the rice lingered, instantly imbuing the cold atmosphere with a soft smokey atmosphere.

Ji Bing glanced at Li Ziqing who was serving food with his head bowed at the dining table, his eyes were deep but indescribable, after a while he turned silently and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Changing into a suit, Ji Bing came out with a tie in his hand, walked to the living room and put the tie on the back of the sofa. Li Ziqing was in the kitchen holding a plate of pickles, and his cell phone was on the coffee table when there was a sudden ding A message comes in.

Ji Bing paused, and looked down. Li Ziqing's WeChat was set so that incoming messages could be seen directly, so the message from Bai Lisheng on the screen at this moment - the message that you will come to the concert next month, no matter what, In this way, he was exposed to Ji Bing's eyes without any precaution.

Ji Bing's face suddenly became gloomy. He grabbed the phone, unlocked it directly, and wanted to reply, but suddenly his movements froze, and he quietly put the phone back on the coffee table.

Li Ziqing came out of the kitchen with small porcelain white dishes in both hands, saw Ji Bing standing in front of the French window by the dining table, looking out with his hands in his pockets, and said with a smile, "Let's eat, the porridge will be cold soon."

Ji Bing turned his head and looked at him coldly. Li Ziqing was slightly startled, and then slowed down, asking him, "What's wrong?"

Ji Bing glanced at the white porridge on the table, and said to him: "How many times have I told him, just throw it away if you can't finish the overnight meal. Li Ziqing, you are so short of money, you have to live like this poor Can't you?"

Li Ziqing's face was slightly pale, he was stunned for a moment, but he continued to walk to the dining table, put down the plate, adjusted his expression before looking up again, looked at Ji Bing and said, "Are you still angry because of what happened yesterday?"

Ji Bing didn't know if he was guilty of being hit by the truth, or because he was annoyed because he was misunderstood, his tone rose a little bit, his expression became even more angry, and he looked extremely manic in an instant, "Can you just talk about the matter, and admit that you are wrong if you make a mistake. Is it difficult? Since when did you learn to talk things over and over again?"

"Ji Bing." Li Ziqing took a deep breath, but calmed down instead. He looked at the other party seriously and said, "I think the person with emotions at the moment should be you."

Ji Bing stared at him for a few seconds, then turned around and went straight to the sofa, picked up his tie, and went to the entrance to put on his shoes again without saying a word.

The door opened, and Ji Bing walked out sideways, half of his body stopped, and without looking back, he said: "You can think whatever you want."

With a bang, the door was closed from the outside, and the lingering sound of the shock was like an invisible giant wave, slapping Li Ziqing's body vividly.

He stood there in a daze and remained motionless for several minutes before he turned around and walked to the dining table to sit down as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a silver-gray Aston Martin roared past, with the same manic emotion as its owner, and disappeared out of sight in a moment.

Li Ziqing picked up the porridge and ate it spoonful by spoonful. The rice grains in his mouth melted on the tip of his tongue, which was obviously very sweet, but the aftertaste remained in his mouth, and a bit of bitterness gradually emerged from the root of his tongue.

Once upon a time, Ji Bing was the only happy person left when he clearly hoped that he would be taken away, but why now, the unhappy person has become Ji Bing himself?