kiss Me

It was a cloudy day after getting off the plane. The city entered winter early, and a thick sweater was no longer enough to resist the cold.

Lin Wu sniffed, a little glad that he didn't miss the news of his brother when he was packing last night——Qin Shu checked the weather forecast here for him, and told him to remember to bring an umbrella and a thick coat.

But the coat is in the suitcase, and it is inconvenient to take it out right now.Fortunately, the taxi goes directly to the hotel from the airport without blowing too much cold wind.

He fell asleep on the plane, not sinking, it was more like listening to an old movie he had watched while half dreaming and half awake. A few pieces of his own dream were mixed in the movie, and the memory was still very clear when he woke up.

So he had nothing to do in the ten minutes before the plane landed, so he wrote down this story made up of plots and dreams into a memo, and sent it to Qin Shu while waiting for the suitcase. .

After doing all this, the battery of his mobile phone, which didn't have much left, was completely exhausted, and he could only rely on the low-power mode of the screen to continue his life.

Those few hours of sleep are effective, but the effect is not so thorough - the cold symptoms that were already becoming serious were catalyzed by the cold wind, which caused him to feel dizzy after getting in the car, and he couldn't sleep back in the cage, so he had to stay awake and sleep again. Drowsy head looking out of the window in a daze, lest the symptoms evolve into motion sickness.

Facts have proved that he was afraid of whatever he was afraid of. When he waited for the car to arrive at the hotel, he really felt sick. Half of it was because of dizziness and stuffiness, and the other half was because of what Wang Han said to him when he walked into the hotel lobby.

"Our school has regulations on expense reimbursement. This kind of project is considered a business trip. Two adult men can only book a double room—two single beds. Xiao Wu doesn't mind?" Wang Han paused slightly, making gestures to get his The suitcase, but his hand rested on the trolley, almost touching his palm, "Are you motion sick? You don't look well. Let me carry this for you."

The tone is gentlemanly, and there is nothing wrong with the behavior itself, but it is too close, and the breath will fall on his face.

They are all people who are used to playing scheming in their relationships. Of course, Lin Wu can see what he wants to do - to deliberately create an ambiguous atmosphere, to leave the illusion of their special relationship to the people around them, and even draw people's imagination.

But this matter itself is meaningless, more like testing the bottom line of his tolerance.

Lin Wu lowered his eyes, withdrew his hand holding the suitcase, lowered his head and coughed twice.

"Then trouble the teacher." He whispered in a hoarse voice, "It's a bit uncomfortable. I won't participate in tonight's dinner. I'm sick, and it's a disappointment to go. Why don't you sleep for a few more hours, and you'll be in better shape tomorrow. Some—teacher, you understand that, don't you?"

Wang Han seemed to be stunned for a moment, unable to refute, so he nodded, dragged two suitcases forward, and still had an unsightly smile on his face: "I understand, I understand, then you have a good rest, but Don't delay tomorrow's work."

The snake-like gaze is still wrapped around him, as if to brand a mark on his back.

Lin Wu answered absent-mindedly, thinking that after he left, he would ask the hotel for some disinfectant wipes—it’s not impossible to do so in front of him—so that he wouldn’t be ashamed when he sees this suitcase in the future.

"By the way," he turned his head to look at Wang Han when he was registering his ID card at the front desk, and spoke for the first time, "The director of the art museum...I remember his surname is Zhao?"

Wang Han raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "Yes, that's right, Mr. Zhao Boqi."

Lin Wu gave a thoughtful "Mm", paused for a few seconds, and then softly said to his gaze that gradually turned from doubt to anxiety: "Then I'm going to visit after the exhibition is over, he is my godmother Old friends—if this art exhibition can be successfully held to the end."

He is not a person with sharp edges and corners, his facial features are mild, and his color is light, which always gives people a hazy or transparent first impression. He is also sick, and his eyes are covered with a layer of wet water vapor, unable to convey What a blunt threat.

However, the words at the end of the sentence were aggravated, blended into the same cold smile, which made Wang Han's heart tighten for no reason.

The reason why the art exhibition is held here is the result of Lin Wu's mother "took an acquaintance away". He didn't ask who the "acquaintance" was, but the academic circle is so big, and people of the same level have more or less overlap with each other. It is also reasonable to go back and forth to Lin Wu and say that she is his godmother.

The silence of just a few seconds was enough to take away all his initiative—after he came to his senses, Lin Wu no longer looked at him, but turned to face the registration staff at the front desk, took out his ID card according to the other party's instructions, and then lowered his body slightly, Watching the camera record facial information.

The topic was over, he couldn't and didn't dare to force it to continue, so he twitched the corners of his mouth with a dry smile, looked at Lin Wu's ID card on the table, and spit out a sentence without beginning and end: "Your ID photo is very good-looking."

Probably the threat had an effect. After Lin Wu said those words, he noticed that Wang Han had restrained himself a lot. He stopped talking to him. After entering the room, he only asked who slept in which bed, put down his luggage and went to the balcony. After answering the phone, he hurried out the door.

So he was the only one left in the small standard room.

He coughed twice, and opened half of the window against his body's wishes. After being sobered by the cold wind, he turned to open the suitcase - he didn't have much energy to pack, so he could only dig out the mobile phone charger to continue his life.

Then he fell on the bed as if he was stuck, and used his chaotic brain to think whether he should catch up on sleep first or order a takeaway.

He abandoned this idea after a while—he had no appetite, and he didn't have any medicine that he had to take at night. It was too troublesome to go downstairs to get a takeaway, so let's forget it.

Wang Han greeted him before going out, saying that he was going out to meet friends and would probably not be back until evening.The words are polite, but the implication is that if he catches up on sleep early as he said, they will not meet again tonight.

The fear brought about by excessive vigilance is not manifested due to utilitarian factors, so let's maintain the polite illusion of being respectful to each other.

Lin Wu sighed, as if wanting to vomit out the temper that had been suffocated all afternoon. He didn't open his eyes until he ran out of oxygen, thinking helplessly that he probably wouldn't have a good time these few days.

He didn't lie, his godmother was Qin Shu's mother, his mother's soul confidant and good sister——Qin Shu's family had a gentle personality, and they took him with him for a while when he was a child. Regardless of blood relationship, he is actually related to Qin's mother Get closer and chat occasionally.

So before he came here, he asked a few more questions with the mentality of a good person to the end, intending to introduce Wang Han to that old Mr. Zhao, but by mistake, he got an extra threatening weapon—even though he didn’t Will really use it.

The sluggish thoughts are aimless, drifting from dinner to contacts to troublesome social relationships, going around and falling on a certain keyword, and they are a little bit motionless.

When he thought of Qin Shu's name, the longing that had loomed for the whole afternoon suddenly became vivid, flooding the complicated flowers and branches in his heart, surging like a tide, but he couldn't find the outlet for the flood, and a round of flowers was reflected everywhere. The moon made him a little anxious.

At this time, Qin Shu is probably in the library, doing homework due this week, or reading some obscure professional books...

He took the phone, looked at the short note name on the screen, thought about whether sending a message at this time would disturb the other party, hesitated for a long time, and chose to make a direct call.

Qin Shu's cell phone is silent all the year round, no answer or being hung up means he is busy. He is mentally prepared that he won't be able to get through, so he will not bother him wisely.

Is it considered progress... As he thought, he lazily turned sideways, pulled a pillow and hugged him in his arms, and curled up as if he was too cold, like a small animal curled up at the head of the bed—at least During the last few years when he was "off-site", when he bombarded Qin Shu with news every day regardless of the details, he would not consider these things.

The mechanical notification sound lasted for a long time, he didn't wear earphones, the sound came out of the earpiece muffled and then muffled into his ears, almost hypnotic.

He must be busy, so he didn't pay attention to the phone—he lowered his eyes, let the little loss in his heart drift away, put the phone aside, and planned to wait until the call that no one answered automatically hung up, and just fell into the trap without moving. It doesn't matter in the dream.

However, in the next second, the mechanical sound was interrupted by a short "di". After the brief noise, Qin Shu's voice sounded.

"Sorry." He didn't bother to take the phone, and lowered his body like a cat to put his ear to the screen, and he heard the other party apologize to him gently, "It took me some time to find a place to call."

Only then did he realize that Qin Shu's voice was a little low, with a light and empty echo, as if he was in the stairwell.

"Hmm..." He laughed contentedly. After dialing the phone, he realized that he didn't have anything to say. He hummed a modal particle and stopped talking, waiting for Qin Shu to speak first.

The second sentence is expected, are you feeling better?

"It's much better." He sniffed, opened his eyes and said nonsense, guessing that Qin Shu would ask him if he had eaten and taken medicine on time, so he preemptively lied, "Just finished dinner, the food here is too salty , drank a lot of water... I don't have any plans for the night, I plan to sleep for a while."

"Well, have a good rest."

The distance is too far, and the words of concern are too pale.

Then the air became quiet again for a short while.

Lin Wu pressed his cheek against the hot screen, feeling a little strange—it turned out that this is the feeling of a long-distance relationship talking on the phone. It is obvious that the two parties have nothing to say, but they can draw a sense of security from each other's breathing, and their thoughts gradually Empty, like a cloud melted by the sun at dusk and gradually flowing away.

"Brother," the words overflowed with the dusk, and the tide in his heart rose a ten-thousandth, "I miss you."

The nasal voice is thick, the tone is a bit sticky, and it is a fluffy cloud.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly. When he spoke, his voice was much gentler, with a little jerky that fit his age—or some kind of shallow, well-concealed "sorry" .

--"Yes, me too."

——"I miss you very much."