kiss Me

A phone call from dawn to dusk, and in retrospect, I didn’t say many meaningful words—the most meaningful thing is probably the unpopular knowledge about the fairy tale effect, saying that the fairy tales people read when they were young will affect their choice of spouse when they grow up Viewing, the passages similar to fairy tales bring a sense of familiarity, making people fall in love with high-standard ideals, and the freshness comes from concepts that were not in childhood fairy tales.

There is no scientific basis for it, and in the end it all depends on the person you meet.

After listening to this passage, Lin Wu stretched a little, and said in a sticky tone, I actually can't remember the content of fairy tales, and I prefer people who read stories to me.

The other half of the time is quiet. People with a cold have a sore throat and can't speak up, but they refuse to hang up. The originally planned 10-minute phone call unknowingly drags on for two hours.

Qin Shu probably sensed that he was sleepy, and gradually stopped quarreling with him.

"Brother..." Lin Wu sank into the pillow, his voice lowered little by little, the ending was long and soft, like coquetry without knowing it, "I'm sleepy..."

"Then let's sleep for a while." Qin Shu paused, and then added in a normal tone, "Do I need to read you a bedtime story?"

People can't tell if it's a joke, or if he really treats him as a child who is sick and needs to be coaxed to sleep.

Lin Wu gave an incomprehensible "hmm" and closed his eyes. Following his words, he vaguely remembered when he was a child, on a certain winter night, the air-conditioning warm air with a constant temperature of 27 degrees fell slowly. Plated with a layer of warmth that irons people's hearts.

He sank into the soft duvet, feeling the heat, so he stretched out a hand to grab Qin Shu's cuff.

Qin Shu was sitting beside his bed, with a book of fairy tales spread out in front of him, occasionally looking down, then raising his head again, and telling him the story.

He really didn't have any impression of the story itself. He only remembered that Qin Shu's voice hadn't changed at that time. His voice was clear and crisp, with a little sweetness unique to children, but his tone became mature early, and it was impeccably gentle.

Is it considered gentle? It doesn't seem to count, but it is only visible to him.

As a result, the imaginary child's voice gradually became erratic, high and low, and occasionally adult clear and gentle words were mixed in, making him a little confused between dreams and reality.

When he was about to fall into a dream, he struggled to use his last bit of reason to ask if the phone would still hang up after waking up.

The problem was unconscious. It took a few seconds for him to understand what he just said, and he regained a little sobriety for a short while, and teased himself helplessly, thinking that this is a scene where children have to keep calling all the time until they see each other. , is too childish.

But while he laughed at his childish behavior, he made up an excuse on his own - he was afraid that Wang Han would do something while he was asleep, just in case, it couldn't be considered completely meaningless.

This seemingly reasonable excuse made him heave a sigh of relief, his thoughts began to sink uncontrollably, and the moment of clarity also dissipated into a drowsy dream.

"Yes." When the dream started, he heard Qin Shu say, "Go to sleep, good night."

The days that followed were uneventful and uneventful.

Thanks to the phone call that didn't go well, Lin Wu slept very soundly when he arrived at the hotel. Originally, he only planned to lean on the head of the bed to catch up on a few hours of sleep, and wake up naturally to eat when he wakes up from hunger.

It turned out that it was already the next day when I opened my eyes again. At [-]:[-] in the morning, the phone hadn't been hung up yet, and it sounded like it was on mute, probably because Qin Shu was afraid of disturbing him.

He was dazedly happy for a while before realizing that he forgot to wash up and close the window last night.

As a result, the cold worsened as a matter of course. When he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he was even a little dizzy. His knees softened without warning, and he barely managed to fall by holding on to the doorknob.

The success is that he is a very "stable" person, no matter how uncomfortable he is physically, it will not affect his mood too much, and it will not affect him to change into a serious formal attire, and walk into the social scene naturally and familiarly, so as not to let others see that he is rich The surface is burned to 38 degrees inside.

In a sense, this part of the function is learned from Qin Shu.

After a busy day of setting up the exhibition, we have to receive visitors in the next two days, and what we talk about depends on the performance on the spot.

Fortunately, as his mother said, he knew most of the guests who came, some of them were peers who had learned painting together, and some were elders, "I hugged him when I was young."

So after the pleasantries and academic exchanges, the topic inevitably turned to his private life.

Wang Han introduced his paintings to a small group of people there, using professional words and passionate emotions.

And he was dragged to the corner by an old man with a white beard who took him to do stone sculptures in the summer vacation when he was in elementary school, chatting about how fun college life is, and whether he has found a girlfriend...

The very interesting scene reminded him of visiting relatives during Chinese New Year—even though his family didn’t have such a tradition, for him, New Year’s Eve was mostly going to Qin Shu’s house for a New Year’s Eve dinner. Pull him to chat about family affairs.

Another sense of success is that Wang Han didn't harass him much in those few days, and after being rejected once, he also learned how to no longer forcefully invite him to the dinner.

Except for sometimes disturbing him when he comes back in the middle of the night, and the smell of alcohol on his body is not very pleasant, it's still not offending the river.

But after days of exhaustion and a bad cold, it still doesn't feel good.

His innocence can only be maintained until the moment he opens the door of the hotel room. After that, he takes a bath, eats and takes medicine all by instinct, and often copes with it in a delirious way. The drowsiness dragged into the dream.

He still thinks about Qin Shu, and occasionally thinks of the paradox around "if he doesn't like Qin Shu and doesn't ask Qin Shu to love him, will it be better for each other?"

But he was too lazy to think deeply, so he let the fluffy problem occupy a corner of his heart, like a cat who doesn't know when it is sleeping and when it will suddenly wake up, flowing around in an indeterminate shape, stretching once in a while, and preaching. There are two "meow meow" sounds as if there is a sense of presence.

The biological clock is weird, cloudy and sunny, and unpredictable.

But more often he simply misses Qin Shu, guesses what the other party is doing at that time, then sends a message or makes a phone call to verify the guess, and then chats naturally for a while, until he has to leave for the art exhibition, or It was Qin Shu who was going to class soon.

At that time, the cat in his heart would be soothed, nestled in the tenderness of Qin Shu, stretching out its paws to lick its fur.

He always felt that something had changed in Qin Shu, but he couldn't tell why, and he didn't have time to think about it.

It wasn't until the first stage of the art exhibition ended in the afternoon of the third day that he found time to go to the hospital to get an IV drip. He sat in the infusion hall with nothing to do and didn't want to disturb Qin Shu's class. He looked through the chat records of the two on a whim. After going to the first dozens of pages, I didn't feel the clue until I flipped through it.

Recently, the frequency of their chats has increased—to put it more strictly, there has been more news from Qin Shu's side.

When they were bombarded by his unilateral news, it was also in a different place. Qin Shu was afraid of hurting him, so he avoided meeting him. He spent two years looking for someone, and after finding it, he got back the contact information of the other party as expected.

After that, he began to send messages to people every day, interesting and boring, meaningful and meaningless, what happened to him or nothing to do with him... As long as he thinks of this incident or this person, he will always send messages. Some are not, like an unreasonable child, unilaterally enclosing territory on his own, drawing a piece of the other party's world in a way that is almost unreasonable, leaving layer after layer of trivial traces, Time and time again, I manually turned myself into the top position of the other party's message list, to promote the sense of presence, and to occupy the center of Qin Shu's vision.

He knew that Qin Shu would read it, so he was confident.

——There was also a period when I didn’t chat very much. Just in the past few months, after returning to China, we met every day, and we stuck together logically. We talked about love and nonsense in person, and only necessary contacts remained in the chat history. Or the customary good morning and evening.

He is usually the one who posts first, and Qin Shu will reply with a few short words after a while, which is no different from "read" in terms of function.

Now it is the third stage, and it shows that Qin Shu started to send him messages on his own initiative, and most of them were not necessary.

For example, I saw a cat on the road, which looked a lot like an emoji he sent casually one evening.

For example, next week there will be a space exhibition near the school. The theme is virtual reality, which he is very interested in. I asked him if he wanted to see it.

For example, the dessert shop downstairs in the dormitory has out-of-season ice cream, for example, a sycamore tree that he took a photo of is surrounded by support poles, for example, his roommate took someone by bike and was caught and punished to stand opposite the school council office... …

Being together for too long day and night, sometimes he can't tell the difference, not sure if this is a natural change under instinct, is it because Qin Shu learned how to love him "normally", or the other party simply mastered a new skill, acting on the occasion His technique has improved to a higher level, and even he can be fooled.

Intuition told him it was the former—it doesn’t matter if it’s not, Qin Shu is willing to do this for him, deliberately imitating these trivial and meaningless behaviors is enough to satisfy him, and even thinks that the disinfectant in the hospital doesn’t smell that bad It smells bad.

After flipping through hundreds of pages of chat records, a bottle of drip was unknowingly hung up.

He rubbed his neck, imitated the children's posture of answering questions and raised his hand towards the nurse's station, indicating that he would switch to a second bottle, and thanked him obediently.

Then he watched the shy little nurse turn and leave for some reason, and then glanced at the time, thinking that Qin Shu should be out of class at this time, and he could make a phone call.

There is nothing that must be talked about, but after reading the nonsense that I had eloquently sent to the other party for a long time, I felt a little embarrassed after knowing it, and wanted to hear Qin Shu's voice.

I want to know what Qin Shu was thinking at that time when he watched the boring news that appeared on the screen from time to time.