whale killer

The first night in Donggang was not very peaceful.

The house was temporarily rented, one bedroom in the middle ages, about [-] square meters, no wifi, flat size, big living room, but small bedroom, no air conditioner, the two of them simply packed up mats and slept outside.

The population loss here has been serious in recent years, and many vacant old houses have been unable to rent out for a long time.In order to save money, they found an old community near Huanghai Street and rented the top floor for two weeks at a low price of 300 yuan.Donggang is close to the sea, and the temperature is lower than that of Shenyang inland.But Xiang Qifei's suitable temperature range is too narrow, and at home, he often struggles with the air conditioner due to the problem of one degree of high temperature and low temperature of one degree.Fortunately, Chi Yan doesn't care, it's okay for a few times, otherwise, because of Xiang Qifei's harshness on this matter, the temperature of the bath water alone is enough for the two of them to quarrel.Although he felt that Chi Yan would never quarrel with him over such a trivial matter.

There was a dusty ceiling fan hanging in the living room, but Xiang Qifei didn't want to move it, and he didn't want to let another person move it.Chi Yan had already fetched water to wipe the fan blades, so Xiang Qifei pulled him to lie down after he came out of the shower, and said boldly: Don't be too busy, the mat is enough.Then, with a hippie smile on his face, he desperately burrowed into the person's arms.Chi Yan helped him dry his hair as much as possible, like rubbing a puppy that fell into the water.

As a result, he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and rolled around on Chi Yan's arm, saying it was hot.Chi Yan was woken up by him, and sincerely gave a suggestion, either we both sleep a little longer, or I go to sleep in the house.Xiang Qifei pondered for a while, then rolled back, muttering softly, it must still be hot.

It wasn't until dawn that he was about to fall asleep, but Chi Yan had already woken up. He didn't think that eating and sleeping together would be able to escape the jet lag.Carefully pulled out the arm under Xiang Qifei's neck, and saw that his forehead and back were covered with sweat.The sink that was filled yesterday is still sitting right under the ceiling fan.Chi Yan took out the rubber band in his bag, tied up his hair casually, and brought a folding chair from the dining table.Open it and press it a few times, I don't know what kind of alloy is used to make the skeleton, but it is quite strong.The back of the chair and the seat cushion are stuffed with a thin layer of sponge, covered with red soft leather, and there is a gilded Double Happiness.Guess it was the furniture added by the original owner's newlyweds.

The floor height of this house is three meters by visual estimation, and it is also difficult for Chi Yan to stand on tiptoe on a chair to reach the ceiling fan.The old ashes fell down rustlingly, he glanced at Xiang Qifei who was trying to grab the new towel bought yesterday into his arms, jumped down to wash the dirty rag in the basin, and resigned to his fate to continue.

After he finished his work, he opened the window and turned the knob on the side of the door. Seeing the fan blades start to stir the airflow and the breeze rushing in the room, he felt a sense of pride that he could write a beautiful poem The mood of the song is different.He went to wash his face, and then leaned on the door frame to look at the living room with no furniture.Aluminum alloy doors and windows, solid wood cabinets, traces of cable TV cables can be seen on the walls.In the corner, the burnt mosquito-repellent incense shattered into ashes on the ground, insisting not to be blown away by the fan.Chi Yan swept away the incense ash, and saw Xiang Qifei's bangs blowing up and down repeatedly.Feeling itchy, he raised his arm and scratched around his eyebrows, then changed his position and continued to sleep.

Chi Yan walked over and squatted beside Xiang Qifei, poking his face with his index finger, "Are you comfortable? Little ancestor?" He was slapped away by Xiang Qifei like chasing mosquitoes.

"...don't move, it's itchy." I didn't wake up, I should be dreaming.

Chi Yan poked him twice again: "Don't sleep, get up and praise me."

Xiang Qifei rolls twice and wraps himself tightly with the quilt, hitting his expectations precisely in his sleep: "You are so annoying..."

Chi Yan covered his chest and pretended to be heartbroken.

Then he added a sentence: "...Qian Huilai."

Sudden sobriety, a moment of inexplicable annoyance, and at the same time, I realized, fuck, it's really hot.Standing up, pinching the collar of the T-shirt and fanning back and forth, and reflecting on himself, he was so childish that he could even act in a one-man show by himself.what happened?Before reaching thirty, the intelligence declines first, which is ridiculous.

Chi Yan attributed it to Xiang Qifei's inability to wake up, and he was bored, so he checked his phone wallet and prepared to go out to calm down.I rushed to the Yellow Sea market early, picked up eight swimming crabs, two catties of mud snails, a mention of ice, and a bucket of Coke.I also bought dishes, seasonings, knives, and a set of cheap spatulas.There are too many things to carry, counting the remaining money, according to this way of spending, it can last at most three days.Anyway, the road is not far away, so let's move slowly, and I'm not willing to take a taxi.

Moved halfway along the road and stopped to rest, breathing in and out of the sea.Chi Yan watched the swimming crab spit bubbles for a long time, it was a bit futile to divert his attention, and he missed Xiang Qifei again for no reason.In fact, at a distance of only a few hundred meters, he himself felt hypocritical and boring when he thought about it.But in fact, after being with Xiang Qifei for a long time, being alone, which he is best at, has become very difficult.

From the moment he went out, he had already started to feel lonely, but this loneliness seemed to be tolerable.Because I am sure Xiang Qifei will be waiting for him somewhere.It doesn't even matter if he doesn't have a home. Wherever he is, there is Neverland.

But when he was not around, those who wanted to escape came to the front of their eyes one after another.Taking out his mobile phone to dial, Chi Yan never thought that he could remember this number very well.Receiver busy tone, confused thinking, wandering around.Suddenly recalled that even if he really gave up and ran away to Qifei that day, most likely he would end up coming back in despair, maybe he would directly ask him to admit his mistake and beg him to forgive, or he might just sit downstairs in his dormitory and smoke a cigarette, or Squatting in a few places he often goes to, watching him quietly, hoping that he can find himself, but also hope that he will never find out.

When the phone was connected, Qin Zheng said "Hello" into the microphone, and then both of them fell silent.

Do you want to apologize?To explain to him, you still have to relax, coax him, and make some promises that you may not really be able to keep.Chi Yan hesitated, he only had the intuition that this call was going to be made, but he didn't think about what to say.

Qin Zheng has been waiting.

Chi Yan tried to speak: "I'm sorry, Xiaozheng..."

The earpiece suddenly cut off the background noise.

Qin Zheng died.

Chi Yan put away his phone, lowered his head and picked up the things on the ground, and continued to walk back.But speed up.

The sun is so poisonous that it scorches his back.Open your eyes, and blindly guess it should be almost noon based on the direction of sunlight.Squinting his eyes and looking overhead, Chi Yan had already cleaned the ceiling fan, but it wasn't cooling, and the warm air was better than nothing.

The kitchen exhaust system is also quite antique. When the smoker is turned on, the sound is directly proportional to the work efficiency.Before fully waking up, Xiang Qifei was reminiscing about yesterday's "miracle" in his dream, when the picture suddenly changed and Jesus made noise.Then I shook my head and wondered, how could this dry ice taste like fried crab?

He turned over and lay down on the bamboo mat, touching the horizontal line marked by his face. Across the legs of the table and chairs, he could see the closed kitchen, and the smell of fried crab escaped from the broken glass chimney above the door.

"You open the door," he called to the kitchen.

"What?" Chi Yan didn't hear clearly.

"I said—" Xiang Qifei raised his voice, "You open the door, I want to watch you cook!"

Chi Yan opened the door and brought out two plates of crabs, half steamed and half fried.

The noise inside was too loud, the crab was placed on the table, and asked Xiang Qifei casually: "What did you just say?"

"Forget it." Xiang Qifei stretched his waist, put on his clothes and shoes, and went back to the kitchen with Chi Yan.With a slap the size of a palm, he stood close to Chi Yan, hugged his waist from behind, and hooked his chin on his shoulder, which was extremely obstructive.

Chi Yan didn't chase him away, and poked Xiang Qifei's head from side to side, hanging behind him like a tail, dragging him to walk, swaying like a direct return to the Cretaceous.Xiang Qifei watched Chi Yan transfer the mud snails that had vomited sand into boiling water to blanch, muttering, don't feel inferior, although you are fishy now, it will become delicious after a while.

As a result, when the peppercorns and peppers were poured into the oil pan for cooking, the retribution followed.Xiang Qifei, who had zero experience in cooking, was caught off guard by choking, and immediately let go and ran to the living room to cough.Slowed down and moved to the door again, with choking tears, he looked inside eagerly.

"It's almost ready," Chi Yan glanced at him, "Just wash your face and brush your teeth and wait to eat."

Of course, apart from Chi Yan's instructions, Xiang Qifei also helped out by serving the plates and chopsticks, and putting the new keys he received from the landlord last night on Chi Yan's original key chain.Although it was basically unnecessary, he also knew that Chi Yan would not really abandon everything and hide here for too long, but he was somewhat obsessed with a similar sense of ritual.

Chi Yan loves old things and fetishes, he has always known it.In addition to a few commonly used keys, there are seven or eight other useless keys hung up in this bunch of keys, which are numbered with tape, 1, 3, 4, 9, 14, etc., and there is no discernible pattern.But I can guess roughly, it should be the houses that Chi Yan has lived in for many years. Some landlords take back the keys, so they hand them in, and those who can keep them stay. Even Qiu Yiming broke the door lock and replaced it. Did not throw.Thinking again, this also means that after so many years, Chi Yan has never lost the key once.

It's also incredible.

What about the one posted with 1?It is probably Chi Yan's home in Donggang, and I don't know if I have a chance to visit it.

The kitchen finally turned off the fire, Chi Yan opened the refrigerator door and asked, "Beer or Coke?"

Xiang Qifei put down the key: "I want Coke!"

Chi Yan put the beer back, and only took out the Coke barrel.

After a good meal, Xiang Qifei washed the dishes, then rolled back to their floor, and switched sides when it was hot, going back and forth tirelessly.Chi Yan continued to write in his diary, and recording was about to become a habit.He recently became obsessed with Victor Choi, and began to listen to Кино systematically. The small speaker he brought with him was playing an 80s Soviet rock.

Xiang Qifei yawned in the repeated "good night" to the translation of the lyrics collected by fellow Chi Yannian.Sleepy when full, living like a pig.After staring for a while, he finally gave up. Victor Cui's voice sounded really comfortable and sleepy.

He dreams a lot.Dreaming of Qinhuangdao, dreaming of Beijing, dreaming of Donggang, dreaming of them having sex on the top of Dongling Mountain, dreaming of Chi Yanchu being picked up and brought home by him that winter when he first arrived in Beijing.But how could he be in Beijing at that time?No matter, no one talks logic in dreams.He even dreamed of a crab chasing him and asking "Am I delicious?" He also dreamed of Shan Naixin twisting his ears and scolding him, learning how to elope?He thought, don't scold me anymore, don't scold me anymore, won't it be okay if I go back and confess my mistakes to you?In the end, Shan Naixin took him and threw him into the oil pan where the peppers had just been boiled.

Sweating out of fright, looking at the time, I didn't sleep for a short time, and falling asleep tonight is destined to become more difficult.Looking around, Chi Yan was not there.Xiang Qi was not surprised. In the past, when he didn't see Chi Yan, he was always lost and nervous, but now he only felt calm.

Chi Yan's diary was placed on the side of the floor, and on the open page was written: You screamed hot in your dream, I'm going to buy ice, and I'll be back soon.

Do you want popsicles?Xiang Qifei didn't care, and flipped through Chi Yan's diary on his stomach.No need to ask, he was sure that Chi Yan didn't mind him reading it, or even just writing it for him to read.

On July 7, Chi Yan wrote, "In the past two days, I feel that I no longer worry about gains and losses. But I still want to stay by his side all the time, just because I want to. Unlike before, out of fear of loss and the undue worry of losing forever."

Really, Xiang Qi Fei automatically commented in his head, then you don't call me when you go out to buy things.

"And during this period, I often feel liberated, and it seems that after such a failed life, it becomes less unbearable."

Where did it fail?I think it's a success if you get to know me hahaha.As he continued, he couldn't laugh anymore, his eye circles turned red, and his heart felt sour.

Chi Yan said: "I think, maybe it's because I love him more than I hate myself."

Before he could hold back his tears on his arms, Xiang Qifei heard the lock cylinder turn, and then watched Chi Yan push a half-person-high plastic box into the house with difficulty.

Inside is a huge block of ice.

Barrett

The last sentence of Chi Yan’s diary is not my original, the source is the song "ILoveYouMoreThanIHateMe" released by NOFX last year, but because the timeline does not match, I can’t directly write the source into the content like before...