Overtone

When the alarm rang, Xiao Cheng was no longer in the bedroom.

Qi Ye habitually wanted to reach out to put his hand on his waist, but found nothing and woke up.

Seeing the darkness around him, he squinted his eyes and adjusted for a while.

The curtains were not drawn last night, because the moonlight shone in beautifully, and both of them liked it.But this morning, Xiao Cheng pulled him tightly, probably because he was afraid of affecting his sleep, so he blocked all the light in the room.

The quilt beside him was still warm, Qi Ye didn't need to think too much, he knew that Xiao Cheng must be busy in the kitchen.

They lived together for two full weeks, and Xiao Cheng almost paid for all the breakfast.

To be honest, at the beginning, Qi Ye was a little embarrassed.

But after a long time, he became more cheeky, and stayed in bed until he couldn't bear the hunger, and then he slowly got up.

Xiao Cheng is indeed in the kitchen.

There was still a box of raw eggs on the table. Holding the frying pan, he glanced at Qi Ye and said with a smile, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"It's already 09:30." Qi Ye walked over, "It's time for lunch later."

Xiao Cheng smiled: "Then eat together."

"Qi Ye has to keep fit." Qi Ye patted Xiao Cheng on the shoulder, and stood behind to watch him fry poached eggs.After a while, Qi Ye glanced at the empty cardboard box and went to wash up.

During the week they lived together, Qi Ye bought a lot of fruits and vegetables.

If he is a foodie, what can he eat raw eggs, army pot, sukiyaki, every dinner he cooks for Xiao Cheng.

When walking to the bathroom, he took out his mobile phone again and ordered a lot of semi-finished products and vegetables.

After placing the order and putting the phone on the shelf, Qi Ye put his hands on the sink, staring at the running water while washing.

The slightly cool water splashed and wet his broken hair. When it was almost time, he picked up the towel and felt a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

They all love this hugging pose.

How should I put it, you can feel each other's breath and temperature when you stick to each other, and you can feel the warm breath of each other when you tilt your head, which makes you feel safe.

"Huh?" Qi Ye tilted his head to meet Xiao Cheng's nose, "What's wrong?"

"Are you going back today?"

"Yes, I haven't been to the bungalow for a long time, and it needs to be cleaned."

Xiao Cheng buried his head on Qi Ye's shoulder and didn't say a word. If you say that Professor Xiao is like a child, he doesn't look like an elite in front of Qi Ye at all.

"What's the matter?" Qi Ye was very happy to see it, and asked again knowingly.

The water was still rushing at the sink, Xiao Cheng reached out and turned off the faucet.Before Qi Ye could say anything else, he put his arms around his neck and kissed him.

I can't bear it.

But there was no way, whether it was meeting Zhou Qun or going out to investigate secretly, Qi Ye always felt that it was a bit inconvenient to live in Professor Xiao's house.

In fact, Qi Ye didn't think this matter was urgent. There would always be a chance to live together in the future, but the most important thing now was to find out the person who was following Xiao Cheng.

For some reason, he always had an intuitive worry, and the key was at such an important time as the evaluation of an associate professor.

After Qi Ye finished washing, he tightened his open nightgown a little.

These are Xiao Cheng's clothes. Last night's new one was all scratched and thrown into the washing machine together with the sofa cover.

After smoking a cigarette on the balcony, Qi Ye sat down at the dining table and began to eat breakfast.

Scallion chicken noodle soup, boiled vegetables, two glasses of iced soy milk.

simple.

Seeing the half-cooked poached egg lying on it, Qi Ye handed over the chopsticks, and suddenly said, "Professor Xiao teach me."

"Teach what?"

"Cook." Qi Ye said seriously.

Xiao Cheng heard and smiled: "No need."

"Huh?" Qi Ye laughed, "Could it be that you can bear my level?"

"Whatever you cook is delicious."

Xiao Cheng stood up and kissed Qi Ye's forehead across the table.

After eating, Qi Ye pushed Xiao Cheng to the study, and stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Last night, I received a call from Teacher Xia, who seemed to say that there was a problem with the publication of the cooperative journal and needed to be corrected.

Although Qi Ye felt uncomfortable when he heard Xia Xingyan's voice, he took a step back and said, after all, he was a colleague at work, and Xiao Cheng couldn't avoid contacting him at all.

After putting the dishes into the disinfection cabinet, Qi Ye noticed the egg carton out of the corner of his eye.

The last four eggs were all fried just now.

Including the last remaining chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator, all of them are used for breakfast.There were only two apples left, which were lying aside in a clear drawstring bag.

Qi Ye washed them down with water.

After the Moka pot made coffee, he went into the study with fruits and books.

Xiao Cheng was still on the phone. Seeing Qi Ye come in and take a look, he turned his gaze back to the computer.

Seeing his serious frown, Qi Ye knew that there was something bothering him at work, and it was probably related to the dissertation guidance.

Without making a sound, Qi Ye gently put the espresso and fruit on the desk, then tiptoedly hugged a pillow, and sat quietly while reading.

After Xiao Cheng answered the phone, he typed a lot of words on the keyboard, crackling.

After a while, Xiao Cheng let out a soft breath.

Qi Ye blew on his coffee and looked at him: "Is it about the thesis?"

"What was the first draft a few days ago? They still made the same mistake when they handed it in today." Xiao Cheng frowned and said, "It's just that they didn't pay attention to the revision."

Even Qi Ye has heard about Professor Xiao's strictness in the courtyard.

A few times when I went to the office, I always saw my classmates come out with a large stack of bound papers, their faces were not very good-looking, and when they saw Qi Ye, they also walked past in silence.

In fact, Qi Ye persuaded him, or he felt the same way when he was an undergraduate.

But Xiao Cheng would always say that this is irresponsible to academics.

No one pursues this kind of rigor more than him, at least he is the only one around Qi Ye who can do this.

Qi Ye ran over to rub his temples, but Xiao Cheng grabbed his wrist and said no.

"It's okay." Xiao Cheng smiled at Qi Ye, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "It will be fine in a while."

"Yeah." Even though Qi Ye responded, he still rubbed him lightly a few times.

After a few minutes, seeing Xiao Cheng's expression relax, Qi Ye lowered his head and comforted him with a smile: "President Xiao calm down."

He always has many titles.

For example, Professor Xiao, Teacher Xiao, Boss Xiao, President Xiao and so on.

As for which one to use, it depends on Qi Ye's self-contained context system.

In short, just use it a little bit.

Xiao Cheng was really a little tired. After annotating all the papers that needed to be corrected, he took two calls from Xia Xingyan to deal with the publication of the journal.

Busy as if at work.

Qi Ye didn't know anything about the academic circle, but he only knew that the impact factor of this journal was very high, it was a team effort, and Xiao Cheng would be the first author to publish.

After finally being free, Xiao Cheng was dragged by Qi Ye to rest for a while.

There was no sunshine today, and there were clothes drying on the balcony. They sat on the soft cushions in front of the bay window, each holding a doll bought in the paradise.

"Are you tired?" Qi Ye said, "If you're tired, just rest."

Xiao Cheng said "um", feeling a little tired.He leaned on Qi Ye's lap and fell asleep after a while.

Qi Ye looked at his upright and beautiful side face, and a gentle smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The mobile phone beside him kept vibrating. He was afraid of affecting Xiao Cheng's sleep, so he stretched out his hand and turned it to mute.

It's still Zhou Qun's news.

I have already helped to handle the matter I asked you to do last night. The registered companies of the five media accounts and the IP addresses of the posts at that time said they have been found, and they will send them to confirm.

Qi Ye didn't intend to tell Xiao Cheng about this, he pressed the phone key with one hand to reply, and suddenly heard Xiao Cheng's breathing became a little heavier, and then he pulled his wrist.

Fingers intertwined.

The familiar temperature came over.

Qi Ye was slightly taken aback, so he clenched his hand even more tightly, and rubbed his fingertips against his palm.

——It’s like saying I’m here, sleep a little longer.

This weekend was originally planned by them to the brim.

Eat and chat, read books and play chess, or watch some old movies after getting bored.

But in the end they didn't do anything, just sat and leaned on each other, and took a nap all afternoon.

In fact, this is also very good.

No one has to stipulate what to do on the weekend, or what must be completed, but Qi Ye feels a little pity that it may be the last weekend he spends at Professor Xiao's house in a short period of time.

In the evening Xiao Cheng said that he would send him back.

There are many things in the bag, the brand new razor Qi Ye used before, toner, and other things.

They were all tied into transparent bags and labeled by Professor Xiao.

The last time Qi Ye saw him do this was in the bag of medicines in the bar.

Speaking of going back, it means that he really wants to go back. Although he is reluctant to part with it, an adult must learn to let go. This is the most touching lesson that Qi Ye has learned after getting older in the past two years.

The two were stuck together at the door for a while, Qi Ye pressed Xiao Cheng's collarbone, then looked up to see his reluctant eyes, and smiled: "It's not like I won't see you anymore."

Xiao Cheng looked at him, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and opened the door: "I'll take you back."

Along the way, Xiao Cheng was a little silent.

Qi Ye knew that he couldn't bear it in his heart, and none of them could bear it at a time like this.

The phone was still displaying Zhou Qun's news, Qi Ye swipe the screen and looked down at the phone.

The dim street lights entered the car window with their reflections.

Looking at the ip address he was familiar with ten years ago, Qi Ye darkened the phone screen, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at Xiao Cheng.

"Professor Xiao." Qi Ye called him, "I made some red bean soup just now and put it in the refrigerator, remember to drink it."

Xiao Cheng said "hmm".

Qi Ye looked at him and said, "What's for dinner tomorrow?"

"No arrangement." Xiao Cheng smiled, "I have to think about it."

Qi Ye didn't continue to ask.

When turning the corner to the bungalow, the moment the car stopped, Qi Ye leaned over.

For the first time, Xiao Cheng was completely passive like this.

It seems that he has completely accepted all the emotions of the other party, and he can express it in any way, but while carrying this emotion, there is something hesitant to say hidden in his eyes.

As soon as the kiss was over, Xiao Cheng whispered, "Protect yourself."

"Yeah." Qi Ye leaned against him and comforted each word, "Don't worry, I'll come back every Friday and Saturday."

Xiao Cheng looked at him sideways, with a calm and soft expression, but at a certain moment, he frowned slightly.

After a few seconds, he kissed her again.

Xiao Cheng's kisses are always reassuring, his lips are full of hot temperature, but at the moment of giving, they convey all the tenderness in the world.

Qi Ye was attached to this, he closed his eyes and responded, interlocking fingers with Xiao Cheng.

The screen of the mobile phone on the side was still on, then went dark, and then turned on again.

Dim and lonely lights shone obliquely in at this moment.

It swayed and landed on the couple behind the car window, extinguishing all time and color, just like the quiet beginning of a long journey.