as you meet

The conversation before parting was the last love words that my husband said to him. Ji Yusheng clearly understood that the current husband would never say any love words to him again.

That letter back then, so to speak, was a love letter stained with honey, but to Ji Yusheng, it was more like the last love words that Mr. Wang would say to him.

Song Shihe entered the back door of the house and slowly closed it in front of Ji Yusheng, realizing that if he didn't take another step, even the last breath would dissipate, so Ji Yusheng trotted in the door.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Ji Yusheng felt as if he had washed off the coldness of the rain in an instant, like walking from the night into the day. The husband is the light, and the towel is the halo of light. This room is the daytime for the two of them. .

After closing the door carefully, Song Shihe didn't talk to him again for a long time, but walked to the living room first.

Ji Yusheng looked at the layout of this house, and he found that, like Mr. Song's previous home, the first thing he saw after entering the door was a clear and bright floor-to-ceiling window, but it was raining now, and the windows were covered with traveling raindrops.

So he thought of the warm and scorching winter when the room was full of snow fragrance, and also remembered the promise that should have been fulfilled in many years in a snowy December day.

When Ji Yusheng was feeling sad for the lost time, there was a sudden "crack" in the room, and Ji Yusheng yelled worriedly:

"Mr. Song?"

Because of the relatively small amount of furniture in the house, the house seemed very empty, and Ji Yusheng's "Mr. Song" echoed in the house, which could not be subdued for a long time.

After yelling out, he suddenly remembered Song Shihe's resistance to the title of Mr. just now, so Ji Yusheng abruptly changed the title to "Song Shihe".After shouting, Ji Yusheng only felt his whole body twisted. Sure enough, he only wanted to call Mr. Song Shihe.

Maybe it was because the yell "Song Shihe" was too awkward, Ji Yusheng waited for a long time but did not get a response, so he began to feel a little helpless again, because the rain flowed from his hair to his neck to his clothes, and finally mischievously dripped from his trousers After jumping to the ground, after a while, a strangely shaped pond appeared at the door.Ji Yusheng took off his coat in a panic and squatted down, trying to wipe off the wet part of the inner clothes for his husband, but he was pulled up by his husband as soon as he squatted down.

"Excuse me, I...I'll clean it up for you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he called Song Shihe "Mr." again, so he said anxiously:

"I'm sorry one by one"

He wanted to apologize for using this title, but he couldn't think of a more appropriate title when he spoke, as if the title "Mr." in his mouth existed for Song Shihe, and only Song Shihe fit the title of "Mr. , only this title fits Song Shihe.

If he calls him Song Shihe instead, or calls him Shihe, it's like he's not calling Mr. Song Shihe, like Song Shihe didn't hear him, like his mind and words are hit on the glass, completely isolated, Unable to pass to Song Shihe.

Song Shihe carefully pulled Ji Yusheng up and said in a deep voice:

"No, you are a guest."

Although this sentence is very common, Ji Yusheng could hear a strong sense of alienation in it. When he stood up holding the sculpture in his arms, he felt that the sculpture might not melt.

Ji Yusheng remembered the voice just now, so he asked again:

"Are you okay? Just one by one"

Song Shihe replied flatly:

"Well, I accidentally knocked the glass off."

Ji Yusheng asked anxiously for a moment:

"Is sir injured?"

Hearing this, Song Shihe took a deep look at Ji Yusheng. Ji Yusheng's face was hot from his stare, and he looked away uncomfortably. Then Song Shihe said:

"No."

After being pulled up by Song Shihe, Ji Yusheng was taken to the living room. The layout of the living room was unexpectedly simple, with only a floor stall, a few paintings and sculptures, a desktop computer, and a sofa with Moissonnier's romantic characteristics. A cup of smoking hot water.

Those paintings are all precious paintings by great artists, and the main characters of several of them are all a young man in transparent tulle. The only difference is the angle. with.

Ji Yusheng looked down at the shapeless sculpture in his hand and felt a little ashamed for a moment, so he secretly put him behind him.

The homework from a few years ago, Mr. has long forgotten, why should I be obsessed with it?He even tried to use such a novice's inferior painting to make the husband change his mind.Although I stayed up for many days and nights and spent a lot of thought, the finished product is still so ugly.

Ji Yusheng regretted it all of a sudden. Now he felt extremely regretful about his hot-headed behavior of impulsively coming to see his husband before he became very good. Now he has no confidence at all to make his husband forgive him or like him.

Wait a little longer, next time, wait for him to make a better work before giving it to Mr.

After Song Shihe sat down, he pushed the cup closer to Ji Yusheng, raised his head and said to Ji Yusheng who was still standing with his head bowed:

"Sit down and drink some hot water to warm up."

While Ji Yusheng was still hesitating whether he should sit down or not, Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng's inner lining, which was more than half wet and turned very dark, and said:

"Let's change clothes."

Sure enough, Mr. was very concerned about getting wet and dirty his house.That's right, no one likes unintentional visitors, and the artist's well-designed furniture really can't let him get dirty.Ji Yusheng thought sadly.

But because he was too hasty and his head was hot for a while, he didn't bring any luggage at all, and ran here with a heavy schoolbag just after finishing the course.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng remained silent for a long time, Song Shihe asked again:

Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng's backpack and felt that such a small backpack could not hold so many things, so he asked:

"Where's your luggage?"

Ji Yusheng was silent for a while, then tugged at the corner of his clothes and said:

"I...have no luggage..."

"What?" Song Shihe asked after a pause.

"I...I didn't bring any luggage, I just read the headlines in the newspaper and thought about it"

I want to see you, but I didn’t check the air ticket to see if the time is suitable, I didn’t check the weather forecast to check if the temperature is suitable, I didn’t think about whether the night is suitable for reunion, I just miss it like a peach tree can’t help but bloom in spring, the only thought is to see you, So here it comes, desperate and without a plan.

But before these words were spoken, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground upstairs, and the endless words seemed to indicate that the heart could not be conveyed.

Song Shihe looked up and looked upstairs, and said as usual:

"He should be awake, he always does this, because he hates rainy days, so he wakes up in the middle of the night on rainy days and makes trouble."

There is pampering in the words.

After saying this, Song Shihe stood up and walked towards the stairs.

"Wait, I'll go see him."

Then when Ji Yusheng wanted to bow his head and wait silently, he saw the tablet computer on Song Shihe's desk. The main screen was a photo of Song Shihe and a child.

Does the sir even have a family already?

If people's feelings can also be measured by temperature, if they are happy, they will be above 36 degrees, and if they are not happy, they will be below 36 degrees. Ji Yusheng felt that when he heard this sentence, the temperature he felt was below [-] degrees.

It sounds high, but this is already the temperature where the pulse stops beating and the limit of life.This has already caused him to completely ignore and forget the purpose of coming, he only feels cold all over, and there is only one thought in his mind.

The husband has a new love and is just waking up now. He may have shared the bed with him for a long time, and even has a family, and every time he wakes up in his sleep and loses his temper, the husband will be by his side to comfort him.He once dreamed that in summer, he was lying on the lawn with his husband watching the sunset.Now he envies the people upstairs and goes mad with envy.

This cognition is also enough to make Ji Yusheng's body temperature drop to thirty degrees.

He suddenly remembered those paintings of the tulle boy.

By the way, my husband said that if he could draw, he would want to hang the portrait of the person he likes at home.

The young man in the painting must be someone my husband likes. The outline alone seems to be pampered and loved.

He was negligent. When he was observing outside the door just now, he only looked at the first floor downstairs, and he was happy for a long time that there was no one around the husband.He thought time would dilute that and they would be back together.

Until today, he has always believed in this.

If there is anything more unacceptable than disappointment, it is probably gain and loss.

Thinking of the confession and farewell in the rain that year, Ji Yusheng felt that his yearning for the past few years shattered like a piece of glass, turning into pieces, waiting to be transported to the trash can to end.

If glass becomes brittle as soon as it is produced, and begins a lifetime waiting for the moment it breaks, it might as well remain unfinished.

He felt like a character in those operas who were painted with makeup but still couldn't hide their humor. Thinking of the boy walking down with his husband on his arm, how should he introduce himself?sir?How would sir introduce him?

Just now he was self-righteous and wanted to sing loudly to the gentlemen in the audience, what an embarrassment.

Want to run away, because there is no worse reunion than this.