honey has fallen

Yan Buxi huddled in the laboratory and continued to study the small reactor staring at him. The sound of mechanical humming kept echoing in the laboratory. The lights in the room were not turned on. Blowing in from the window, Sala Shala flipped the manuscript paper on the table, Yan Buxi's eyes turned red.

He couldn't sleep, and the thoughts in his mind were scrambled when the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in. He didn't know whether his headache was an illusion or something, but at this moment, his cold heart was beating slowly again, and he couldn't help taking out his phone .

His bloodshot eyeballs stared at the lit screen for a while, and after careful consideration, he dialed it out.

Tang Yun was still standing by the bridge, and his mobile phone was placed on the pier beside him. The screen lit up and vibrated, showing Yanbuxi's number. He bent his fingers but couldn't lift them up. He just lowered his eyes. Watching quietly, the eyelashes wet with tears became darker and deeper together.

The ringtone and vibration finally returned to silence, and the screen was pressed.

Yan Buxi didn't get through the phone, so he took a deep breath and wiped his face slowly, adjusted his emotions, and after repeated mental construction for himself, he sent out a message with his fingers.

Accompanied by a ding-dong notification, Tang Yun watched the screen of the mobile phone lying on the pier flicker.

【What happened tonight is that I was wrong, I shouldn't force you, I'm sorry honey, I was wrong. 】

Tang Yun gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes helplessly with a little resentment, the corners of which were soaked with tears again.Why is it always like this?Always forgive like this without hesitation?Regardless of the humbleness.

Tang Yun didn't know how to describe his current emotions. The more Yan Buxi was nice to him, the harder it was for him to reveal those despicable concealments. How could a person enjoy such deceit without scruple.He wanted to say it, but he couldn't say it. At this moment, besides escaping, he really didn't know what he could do?

Yan Buxi didn't get a reply after sending it out, so he couldn't help but send another one. [Where are you, I will pick you up. 】

One piece of news, one piece of naked sincerity, the more Yan Buxi indulges Tang Yun, the more he feels that he is not a thing.His fingertips were stiff, and the calmness and calmness that had condensed on his body in the past 22 years was gone. He didn't even dare to touch the phone at this moment.

A group of children passed by him playing around, chasing each other with balloons wrapped in LEDs in their hands. One of them accidentally bumped into the railing, and as the bridge trembled, the mobile phone placed there gradually stared at Tang Yun. Big eyes plopped into the dark river.

Together with his heart, he fell into the dark hell.

Yan Buxi's experiment is coming to an end, the competition is approaching, and a trip to London is on the agenda.Since that day, Yan Buxi couldn't contact Tang Yun no matter what. He went to the Internet cafe to look for him. Pepe said that Brother Tang had resigned.

Tang Yun is like a gust of monsoon, blowing through his life and disappearing without a trace, Yan Buxi does not know his address, his hobbies, where he will go, where he will He only knew the name Tang Yun for the places he went in and out of.

At this time, the sky is high and the sea is wide, how can he find out the person on his heart out of the hundreds of millions of people in T City.

The day before leaving for London, Yan Buxi called Tang Yun again, the mechanical girl rang, and got the usual shutdown reminder.

He squatted on the side of the road alone, watching the pedestrians come and go home bustlingly at dusk, smoking a cigarette in silence, and he had already corrupted himself after not seeing him for a few days. With blue stubble, squatting on the side of the street like an unseemly homeless man.Scared young and beautiful girls go around, and he is no longer the swinger brother who leans on the motorcycle on the street and can attract beautiful women to flirt with just raising his eyebrows at will.

Yan Buxi thought of all the past, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, opened his lips very lightly and exhaled smoke rings from his mouth, the streets were full of men, women and children returning home hand in hand, and the scent of restaurants and coffee shops came intermittently It caused a pain in his stomach, which hadn't eaten much in recent days.

But this time, no one waited on him, no one cooked noodles for him, and no one gave him a hand warmer to cover him.He looked at the fuzzy red lights, green wine and fire trees and silver flowers in front of him, the hustle and bustle of the bustling metropolis disturbed him, and suddenly remembered the lines in Shen Fu's "Six Chapters of a Floating Life".

No one stood with me at dusk, no one asked me if the porridge was warm.

No one to turn off the lights with me, no one to share half my life with me.

It's late at night with no one to accompany me, and no one to share wine with me.

No one wipes my tears of lovesickness, no one dreams of me and my past.

No one to accompany me Gu Xingchen, no one to wake me up, my tea is already cold.

No one listens to my heart, no one interprets my dreams.

No one holds my tears in my words, no one worries about my walking alone.

Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, no one is waiting in the dimly lit place.

After Tang Yun left, he really felt the loneliness.Yan Buxi twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly. He couldn't judge who was right and who was wrong in this matter, but he only wanted Tang Yun to come back.After Yan Buxi finished smoking, he took out his mobile phone again, regardless of whether Tang Yun turned off the phone or not, he still sent a message to that WeChat account.

[The plane to London at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I put the ticket in the milk box at the door of the apartment, if you don't want to see me, I won't go back and block you, and I won't force you to do anything you don't want.Tang Yun, I love you. ] After sending this message, his mobile phone was also shut down due to lack of battery.

In the modern age of high information and communication, people give their mobile phones a great sense of dependence. As long as the mobile phone is out of power, it feels like they are disconnected from the whole world. Yan Buxi stood up, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The trace of Qiji also disappeared along with the black screen, and the eye sockets became redder.

"Stinky boy."

Familiar voices of scolding sounded above his head, and Yan Buxi raised his head vaguely, and saw Professor Tang Wanlou standing in front of him with a serious face. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a bit of distressed emotion in his always stern eyes, and in an instant fleeting.

Professor Tang Wanlou said: "Squatting here to beg for food! You can't find a bowl for begging?"

Yan Buxi wiped his face, stood up, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Professor."

"Shame." Professor Tang was still carrying a small vegetable basket on his arm. He seemed to bump into him by accident when he was out shopping. "If you don't have food, come home with me and let your wife cook for you. Squat on the street and throw someone away."

Yan Buxi was silent for a moment, and obediently followed behind him.He really had nowhere to go tonight, even though he really wanted to go back and block Tang Yun, tie him up and lock him in the house forever so that he could never leave again, but that was just an unscrupulous fantasy in his mind.

Said that if you don't go back tonight, you can't go back.

"Take it." Professor Tang raised his arm and taught a lesson: "Master, don't you even have eyesight?"

Yan Buxi: "..." Shun Rong took the ethnic food basket and followed him home.

"My wife." Professor Tang yelled at the people in the kitchen when he was changing shoes in the entrance. "Is the meal boring? If not, add another bowl. Someone will come to eat tonight." Professor Tang said and took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, and the style was for young people. "My grandson's should be a little smaller than yours, so you can just wear them."

Yan Buxi nodded, and obediently put on the pair of slippers that were one size smaller than her own.

A kind and gentle voice came from the kitchen. "It's boring, but Xiao Hu won't come back tonight, just in time." Granny Tang, with gray and hazy hair, came out with a plate of side dishes, and stood sloppily at the door when she didn't like the words.

"Yo, whose child is this, go wash your face first." Seeing Yan Buxi's unshaven and dejected face, she hurriedly pulled him in. "It must be your supervisor shutting down your lab again, I'm so tired." He glanced at Professor Tang complainingly. "It's not a donkey, why do you let these children suffer like this?"

Professor Tang snorted, but unexpectedly, he didn't refute. Instead, he pushed towards the bathroom to express his displeasure. "Go wash your face, wash your hands and eat."

Yan Buxi walked into the bathroom with slippers that didn't fit his feet, and a familiar scent of fresh white orchid lingered in the bathroom. It was the smell of Tang Yun's body, but such an inexplicable smell made his nose feel sour, and he hurriedly scooped up a piece of it. He splashed water on his face.

It was getting late after dinner, and Professor Tang went to the airport tomorrow to leave a message and stay down. "Go take a shower, shave and tidy up, and then find me in the study."

"I didn't bring a change of laundry..." Before Yan Buxi could finish speaking, Professor Tang pointed to the closest room with his chin. "Put on my grandson's clothes first. His mother bought a big bag of clothes last time. She hasn't worn them after washing them. You should pick the right ones and put them on."

Yan Buxi was taken aback, and looked towards the dark wooden door. "It's not good."

"What's wrong, my grandson is not as hypocritical as you, hurry up."

Yan Buxi was forced to go in and pick out clothes that still fit him. After taking a shower, he was refreshed after shaving and tidying up. He casually put the towel on his shoulders and walked out.Grandma Tang was sitting in the living room watching TV, and when she saw drops of water dripping from his hair, she beckoned him to come over.

"The hair needs to be dried." She took out the hair dryer from the drawer, pressed Yan Buxi on the sofa in a good voice, opened the windshield and began to help blow it. "You young people should pay more attention. I heard that there will be a game tomorrow. It is not okay to sleep with wet hair tonight."

Yan Buxi had never enjoyed the treatment of someone helping to blow-dry his hair since he was a child, and he felt a little embarrassed on his thick skin like the Great Wall. He let his hair flutter in the hot wind, and gently rubbed his scalp with his fingertips. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome." Grandma Tang turned off the hair dryer and smoothed his hair with her fingers, laugh lines accumulated in the corners of her eyes. "You are about the same age as my grandson. You are called Yan Buxi, right?" Grandma Tang sat down beside him.

"Yeah." Yan Buxi thought to himself that he was already so messed up that his wife had heard about it, and Grandma Tang looked him up and down with kind eyes with a smile on her face, and said, "It's really a good boy."

"Go." She gestured towards the study room, and said, "Don't look at your tutor who has a temper all day long, he actually likes you quite a bit. That's how he is, at such an old age, he still hides his emotions, Educate whoever you like, and Xiao Hu was also educated by him."

"Yes, I know." Yan Buxi replied using the universal composition template standard, and said, "Everything the teacher does is for my own good."

Yan Buxi went into the study to find Professor Tang, and the two discussed the essence of the thesis and the issues that should be paid attention to in the competition schedule.Professor Tang wore presbyopic glasses, lowered his head and looked at the paper seriously under the desk lamp. After discussing many academic issues, he said without raising his eyelids: "Broken love?"

Yan Buxi's arms on the table froze, he didn't expect the topic to jump up like this, so he nodded his head very lightly after realizing it. "Um."

Professor Tang's eyes still stopped on the paper, and he turned another page. "Do you know what inferiority complex is?"

Yan Buxi lowered his eyelids, and the warm yellow desk light soaked his fluffy hair that had just been washed and dried with a layer of hazy color.

"Study hard, work hard, you can win fame and glory for the country, but these are all far-fetched things to Master Yan." Professor Tang once again turned a page of the paper in his hand. "In fact, in the process of studying, researching, and constantly improving yourself, you will unknowingly get tickets for many things. At that time, you will have the qualifications to pursue everything. It doesn't matter if you lose love once. No one stipulates that you have to give up when you lose love. If you like it, keep chasing it until you are old." Professor Tang read the paper with half-closed eyelids, paused and continued: "You young people have a saying, use the time you spend chasing horses to plant grass, wait When spring comes, it will attract many horses to you."

Yan Buxi twitched his brows. He could more or less understand what Professor Tang said before. Why was the last sentence so... awkward?

"Okay." Yan Buxi adhered to the principle that everything the professor said was right and nodded half-knowledgeably. The cautious emotions that had been stuffed in his heart for the past few days were pulled out and enlightened, making him less blocked, just like To comfort himself, he said: "I will take part in the competition well, and if he goes to London as promised, I will propose to him in front of everyone."

After saying this, he himself felt an inexplicable force rushing to his limbs, giving him motivation again.

"Then Professor." Yan Buxi lay down on the table. "If he doesn't agree, can you be a matchmaker and say it for me? Your old face should be more useful than my kneeling." This is Professor Tang Wanlou, who is at the forefront of the field.

Professor Tang slightly raised his eyelids, seeing that he had regained his spirits, a fleeting smile was raised on his lips, and then his seriousness returned. "Okay, if she doesn't agree, I'll put down my old face and explain it for you." She raised her eyelids again, looking at Yan Buxi's youthful and domineering face. "If you're so willing to let me stand out for you, you might as well be my grandson."

Yan Buxi: "Don't dare, I dare not even think about such a great blessing."

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ps: The hole that Professor Tang dug himself should be filled with tears.