star chaser poem

After bending his knees, Xiang Shi discovered that people are lighter than he imagined.

When I walked into the bedroom, I couldn't free my hands, so I could only use my feet to open the door.He couldn't help thinking of when he was a child, every time he did this, he would always be taught by his parents to remind him to walk well.Those instinctive behaviors were corrected again and again, only to be revived now.

Habits that cannot be changed will never be changed.

He patiently tucked the quilt up for Fu Jing, and brushed away the hair scattered on his face one by one, as if he felt itchy, the sleeping person actually wrinkled his nose, and his weak breathing was shallow and flat.

Looking at his appearance, Xiang Shi showed a little smile on his tired face, the corners of his eyes were squeezed by sleepiness, and he was almost unable to open them.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, who would have thought that someone would suddenly grab the hem of her clothes.He didn't even have time to react, he only heard a vague dream sounding from behind: "...don't go."

For a moment, Xiang Shi thought he was awake, or pretending to be asleep, so she turned half of her body stiffly, and found that the hand holding her was not exerting much force.Fu Jing's mouth was still slightly open, and he could vaguely see the neat edges of his teeth. There seemed to be thousands of words piled up inside that white barrier, but now he couldn't say a single word.

"Okay, I won't go."

There was a bean bag sofa not far from the bed. He kept his upper body still and stretched out his legs to reach the thing.Letting the other party drag her so loosely, Xiang Shi carefully sat down on the bean bag.

The brightness of the bedside lamp was adjusted to the dimmest, and he was already sleepy to the limit, and the light passed through the eyelids, leaving patches of distorted spots.

·

Fu Jing had a very long dream.

In the dream, I was a high school student, wearing a uniform shirt and trousers, the lower half of the tie was tucked into the breast pocket, and the sleeves piled up on the forearm were still in a mess.He stood in front of a familiar door, narcissistically combed his hair, and then rang the doorbell.

"He should be back soon, you go to his room and wait." ——The person who appeared in front of her was the always gentle Aunt Bai, and it turned out that Xiang Shi was not at home.

After thanking her, Fu Jing broke into other people's territory familiarly.He nestled comfortably into the bean bag sofa he used to sit on, holding a large fluffy cushion in his arms, surrounded by books and awards, and everything was neatly packed.At this moment, he is surrounded by Xiang Shi's world, waiting aimlessly alone, doing nothing.

Trapped in the slack sofa, Fu Jing suddenly realized that the things in front of her began to disappear one after another.

He was terrified and wanted to run out to find out, but he couldn't find the door at all.

He was so anxious that he could only pat the wall and shout at the top of his voice: "Aunt Bai! Are you there? Where is Xiang Poet? Why hasn't he come back?" Confidently touched the position of Adam's apple.

The low and hoarse voice during the voice-changing period was like a rusty chain, and the buckles in series decayed and collapsed one by one, and finally broke completely into corpses all over the ground.

His throat was itching badly, and his right hand, which kept beating the wall, gradually became sore. The room was already empty, and he was afraid that the self locked here would disappear together sooner or later.

At this moment, Xiang Shi appeared.

Although it is from the back, he will not admit his mistake.Fu Jing immediately breathed a sigh of relief, just as he grinned, but found that the people in front of him didn't look at him, but rushed towards the wall, as if he could go through the hard concrete in one go.

He quickly grabbed Xiang Shi's clothes and shouted, "Don't go."

"Do not touch me."

His hand was thrown away mercilessly, and his joints swung back to his side at a strange angle.And the smile that appeared just now is like plaster, fixed on the face lifelessly, forgetting how to remove it.

·

It was not five o'clock in the morning when Fu Jing woke up.

His throat was so dry that it smoked, and he struggled to get up to drink water, only to realize that there was something strange about his right hand exposed outside the quilt.

There was a small night light by the bed, and Xiang Shi lay down on the bean bag sofa beside the bed.His face was completely buried in his arms, and his whole body was tightly curled up in a defensive posture. He was clearly asleep, but there was no sign of relaxation at all.

Fu Jing's mind was still in a daze, and she didn't understand the current situation.His forearm was numb from sleep, he moved his fingers numbly, the clogged sensation was like a layer of glue, the nerves were stuck together, and there was still nothing to grasp in the empty right hand.

If I remember correctly, I did lay down on the sofa for a while last night, and then accidentally fell asleep, so...?

He patted his cheek hard, trying to break himself out of the embarrassing quagmire.As a result, the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, so I simply pulled up the entire quilt, covered it directly on top of my head, and sat alone in the dark center isolated from the world.

Forget it, I don't know anything.

After calming down for a while, he finally took the quilt off his head.

Turning his head, his eyes stayed on the back that rose and fell regularly with his breathing.The dream that was about to dissipate regained its shape in reality, and gave him an unexpected answer.

Pushing the quilt aside, he walked cautiously to the bean bag.

·

This night, Xiang Shi didn't sleep well, and was always in a state of dreaming and waking up.

Half of his consciousness is submerged in the water, while the other half is exposed to the air. He just floats up and down on the surface of the water restlessly, and it is always difficult to fall into the deep sleeping seabed.

It was seven o'clock in the morning when he opened his eyes in a daze, and he realized something was wrong as soon as he woke up.

Drowsily glanced at the quilt covering her body, took the time to digest everything in front of her slowly, yawned to Shi in a daze, and fell back heavily on the pillow: Shouldn't I sleep on the sofa?

As soon as he walked out of the room, there was a refreshing voice in his ear: "Is it disturbing you?"

Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he replied hoarsely, "No, I can't sleep anymore."

The soles of her feet were floating and wanted to go to the toilet, but when she passed by the kitchen, she found Fu Jing wearing an apron and standing there busy.

"...are you making breakfast?"

"Well, you can eat together if you have time, and you can take it away if you don't have time."

He raised his eyebrows, and regained his energy all of a sudden, "Then I'll eat at home."

Since coming to Wu City, Xiang Shi has hardly enjoyed a leisurely breakfast time.On weekdays, he either does not eat, or settles in the convenience store or coffee shop downstairs of the company; on rest days, he basically sleeps over, and the concept of "morning" never exists on his Saturdays and Sundays.

When he lived in Pine City, he was protected by his parents, and Bai Ru belonged to the kind of very capable mother who arranged his daily life in an orderly manner since he was a child. If he didn't go to other cities to go to university later, he might not be able to cultivate him until now. ability to live independently.

This time, as soon as he entered the living room, he smelled a strong aroma of butter.

Fu Jing was setting the utensils on the table, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll do it myself." He opened the cupboard while talking, "What about you?"

"Just like you."

"it is good."

He dug out two stoneware mugs, one red and one green, and removed two packs of hanging ears. The indicator light of the electric kettle just stayed on the heat preservation position, so Xiang Shi picked it up and made coffee.

Fu Jing, who took off his apron, had already sat down at the dining table. He brought two cups of coffee over and put the red cup opposite.

After staring at the steaming coffee for two seconds, the other party finally raised his face inexplicably: "Your shopping taste is really unique."

"Because I like both green and red." Xiang Shi pulled out a chair and sat down nonchalantly, only to find that the plate contained eggs Benedict dripping with a layer of golden sauce.

"...You are too powerful."

"This is very simple."

The hollandaise sauce dripping down the spinach leaves sluggishly dripped onto the plate. He didn't take his eyes off the food, but asked hesitantly, "Do I have spinach at home...?"

"No." Fu Jing slashed open the soft-boiled egg with a knife, and the clear-yellow egg liquid gushed out in an instant. "I went for a walk in the morning and stopped by the supermarket on the way."

Xiang Shi later realized that he was wearing his own patchwork color hooded sweater. The part of the clothes was black, and the hat was dark gray. In addition, he hadn't done his hair today. Look no different from ordinary college students.

"You look good in this dress, why don't you just wear it back like this, and don't return it."

Stopping the movement of the knife and fork, "Are you serious?"

"Well, I don't have a chance to wear a lot of clothes, and it's a waste to leave them alone."

Hiding her chin in the collar of her sweater, Fu Jing lowered her gaze and said softly, "Thank you."

At that moment, Xiang Shi, who was sitting at the table sipping coffee, suddenly felt like an old father who bought a gift for his son.

·

"Leave the dishes and chopsticks. I'll wash them when I get off work."

Xiang Shi was facing the full-length mirror near the entrance to put on her tie. She didn't get an answer after finishing her sentence, so she turned her head to look for someone in surprise, and saw Fu Jing leaning quietly against the wall beside her, lost in thought.

"what happened?"

"...Ah, no, I'm in a daze." At the same time he came back to his senses, he stood up straight, his eyes fell on Xiang Shi's narrow dark green tie, "It just occurred to me that Mei Shan's uniform is also this color. "

"You actually remember?"

"Of course, I'll sneak through it when you're not around."

"..."

Fu Jing stared at him with great interest for a while, then laughed out loud, "I'm just kidding."

Unable to think of how to answer the conversation, Xiang Shi had to squat down to put on her shoes.When he stood up again, Fu Jing had a black oxford cloth handbag in his hand. It looked like it was indeed a household item, but he clearly remembered that he hadn't used it once since he bought it.

"lunch."

As he spoke, he handed over his hand, and Xiang Shi took it in a daze, not knowing how to react.

The bento box and matching handbag were bought at Bai Ru's advice, in order to urge him to cook at home instead of ordering takeout or going out to eat messy things all day long.

Unsurprisingly, he failed the family's painstaking efforts. Not only did the bento box sleep in the cabinet every day, but he didn't even turn on the fire on the stove a few times.

He lowered his head and glanced at the bag in his hand. It was unexpectedly quite heavy, probably containing a lot of vegetables.

Fu Jing crossed her arms, and leisurely looked at his bewildered look, "I put the overcooked ones in the refrigerator, and you can have another meal when you get home at night."

The porch did not turn on the light, and Xiang Shi turned his back unnaturally, the expression on his face was also hidden in the shadows.

"This is the first time I've eaten food cooked by others since I came to Wu City." He didn't turn his head when he spoke, but turned the doorknob.

Today's weather is fine, the air is soaked with refreshing coolness, the pouring sunlight covers Xiang Shi's eyelashes, he narrows his eyes, feeling the temperature of the dry warm sun falling on his face.

Haven't had a morning like this in a long time.he thinks.

"I am leaving."

"Be careful on the road."