The pilot's boyfriend said I broke him

In the month before coming to Seattle, Chang Geng didn't feel that the time passed very slowly. He worked and lived step by step every day, while holding his mobile phone to send messages and chat to Xu Yan.

Now, why does he feel like living like a year like this?

Boeing's flight test is eloquent on the podium, and the English teaching makes people dare not be distracted at all. After a day of class, the brain is extremely tired.

Chang Geng felt that he didn't work so hard in the flight academy back then, how could a new model torture people like this.

It wasn't until Xu Yan's second message that he "had landed" came that Chang Geng realized that the reason he felt so tired was not because he was tortured by rape, but because he was thinking about something all the time.

The time difference between Seattle and Beijing is 15 hours, basically turning day and night upside down.

It was already night when Xu Yan returned home, and it was just dawn on Chang Geng's side.

Because he remembered the news of Xu Yan's landing, Chang Geng didn't turn off the mute when he went to bed at night.It was just dawn, and when the phone dinged, he immediately opened his eyes.

Turning on the phone and seeing Xu Yan's safety report, Chang Geng dialed directly: "Did you land?"

Xu Yan didn't seem to expect Chang Geng to call: "Shouldn't you still be sleeping at this hour?"

Chang Geng chuckled: "Well, I just woke up. Did you get off the plane?"

Xu Yan nodded. After nodding, he realized that the other party was invisible, so he said, "I'm down, waiting for my luggage."

"Come here, it seems that you haven't been shopping, is there nothing you want to buy?"

Xu Yan said "hmm", "I'm not interested in shopping."

Chang Geng said: "I'll stay here for another three weeks, if I think of anything I need, I'll go buy it."

"Okay. What time is it over there now?"

Chang Geng looked at his watch: "It's past five in the morning."

"Then you should sleep for a while, or the class during the day will be very tiring."

The corner of Chang Geng's mouth curled up slightly: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired talking to you."

When he saw Fu Sichen running the train with his mouth full when he was chasing girls, Chang Geng felt that he was really talented, and he could say such nasty things.

This time it was my turn, and I realized that when the love is strong, no matter how nasty the words are.

After Xu Yan finished waiting for the luggage, he went to wait for the bus. After getting on the bus, it was inconvenient to continue talking on the phone, so Chang Geng hung up reluctantly.

After six o'clock, it is not realistic to go back to bed and sleep in the cage.Simply go to the gym to pump iron.After washing up, I went to eat breakfast and started a day of study.

lunch time.

Chang Geng calculated the time difference, it was already late at night at Xu Yan's side, and he probably fell asleep.With the idea of ​​reporting everything to the other party in detail, I sent a message saying that I was eating.

Unexpectedly, the other party responded with a message: Is get out of class over?

Chang Geng thought he had miscalculated the time, so he checked it on his mobile phone, it was two o'clock in the middle of the night Beijing time.

In his impression, Xu Yan is not someone who likes to stay up late, so he dialed the phone: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Xu Yan hummed twice, as if he was stuffed under the blanket.

Chang Geng said, "I can't hear what you said. What's the matter?" He felt a bit like coaxing a child.

The child's aggrieved voice came through the radio waves: "I can't sleep."

Chang Geng couldn't help laughing: "Are you jet-lagged?"

"Well, it should be. I've been lying on the bed for a long time. I'm very sleepy, but I just can't fall asleep." Xu Yan grabbed someone and complained desperately. It seemed that he was suffering from insomnia. "You often fly abroad, and you will suffer jet lag. question?"

Chang Geng thought for a while and said, "It's okay."

"Why don't you need to be jet-lagged?"

Chang Geng said with a smile: "I'm a normal human being, of course I need jet lag. But because of the special nature of my work, my biological clock has to follow the flight schedule. If I don't have a normal biological clock over time, I won't have you. Clearly jet-lagged."

"Would it be hard not to have a normal biological clock?"

"Fortunately, I fall asleep when I'm tired, and I need something refreshing when necessary. Anyway, I'm used to it."

Xu Yan felt a little distressed.

Chang Geng poured the remaining two mouthfuls of lunch into his mouth, ate it as quickly as possible, wiped his mouth and went back to his room, closed the door, sat on the sofa, and formally began to coax the child: "You are here!" After staying by the side for a month, the biological clock is already used to it, and it will take some time to recover from the jet lag. How about this, go to a hot cup of milk first."

After waiting for a while, I didn't hear any movement, and began to urge: "Hurry up, go to warm up the milk. Remember not to drink cold ones. Go, be good."

Xu Yan was pretending to be dead under the quilt, but the last sentence aroused goosebumps all over his body, so he quickly got up, warmed up a cup of milk and finished his drink before crawling back.

Chang Geng didn't hang up the phone, just hearing the rustling sound, he knew that he had finished drinking the milk and came back.So he said, "Lie down, put the phone next to your ear, and turn on the speakerphone."

Xu Yan was very surprised: "What are you going to do?"

Chang Geng said, "Coax the child to sleep."

Xu Yan felt embarrassed: "I'm not a child."

Chang Geng smiled: "Coax the older child to sleep."

Xu Yan lay down and put the phone away, Chang Geng continued, "Let me tell you a story."

Xu Yan was unhappy: "I'm 27, I'm not a child, and I don't need to listen to bedtime stories."

"Whether it's a child or not is up to me."

Although the boss in his heart didn't like it, Xu Yan obediently followed suit and lay quietly on the bed.

Chang Geng started to speak.

He must have deliberately lowered his voice. Xu Yan heard his already magnetic voice was even deeper, and the volume was much lower than usual. He didn't feel noisy when he turned on the hands-free, but it was very comfortable to listen to.

Chang Geng said casually that their accent was very special, and sometimes they couldn’t hear clearly. The students had to exchange notes with each other to check whether they heard it correctly. One student misheard what others said. He said that if the plane is operated according to his understanding, the plane will have to become a ground drilling machine.

Chang Geng also talked about what happened to him in the flight academy.

Trivial things one after another, non-stop talking.

He didn't know how long he had been talking, but he heard the sound of even and long breathing coming from the microphone, which was the sound of falling asleep.

Xu Yan actually fell asleep in his story.

But Chang Geng didn't stop, and continued to talk about his embarrassing things in the past. Because of the language barrier, he had many misunderstandings with the local students, and he was also cleaned up by the police.

For half an hour after Xu Yan fell asleep, Chang Geng kept talking, and finally he was so thirsty that his throat was smoking, and it was almost time for class, so he stopped.

Before hanging up the phone, he said softly, "Good night."

It was already noon the next day when Xu Yan woke up, and he fell asleep for almost half a day. He was surprised.

Seeing that the battery of the mobile phone is almost dead, after charging it, I went to wash and make food.

After I came back, I started to pack my luggage, clean the room, and a busy day passed.

Chang Geng did not send any more messages.

He was going crazy.

The lunch break was short, he spent too much time on Xu Yan, and was late for class.

□□ He couldn't tolerate being late, and gave Chang Geng a lot of homework as a punishment. He was so exhausted that he went back to the room and fell to the ground, and fell asleep directly.

The next day was still a rest day, Xu Yan didn't go out, and spent a whole day sorting out the lecture notes of the first class, as the result of his study this time.If there is no accident, the leader should let him give a special report, so that he can be prepared in advance.

When returning to work, Xu Yan, an excellent employee, was also a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, there was not much work, and it was time to get off work smoothly.

As soon as I got home, someone rang the doorbell, and through the cat's eyes, I saw a little girl holding a bouquet of flowers.

He opened the door with a puzzled face and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The little girl asked back: "I'm looking for Mr. Xu Yanxu."

"I am."

The little girl stared at his face and said with a smile: "Please sign for it, these are flowers for you."

A bouquet of pure white roses was stuffed in Xu Yan's hand. It was inexplicable, so he asked the little girl to verify: "This is really for me? Is there no mistake?"

It's not common for big men to receive flowers.

The little girl pointed to the card in the middle of the flower and said, "This flower is called Snow Mountain Rose, and your name is written on the card, and my delivery address is also your home, that's right."

After finishing speaking, the little girl left, took a few steps, and then turned back, Xu Yan thought she had something else to do.

Unexpectedly, the little girl stared at his face and said, "Brother, you look so good-looking. When I saw your appearance, I knew that I had delivered the right flower, because the customer who ordered the flower said that it was for a very good-looking gentleman."

Xu Yan didn't expect that he would blush because of a little girl's words.

Returning to the room with the flower in his arms, he opened the card, and there was a printed text on it: Do you like it?

It's a nonsense, without preface and afterword, but he knows who sent it.

The petals are snow-white, the flowers are plump, and a large bunch is full of arms.

Xu Yan happily found a vase, filled it with water, and put the flowers in it. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

After moving, I haven't had time to grow flowers at home. I always feel that something is missing at home, and now it's finally all there.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

He shook off the drops of water on his hands, picked up the phone, and kept his eyes on the rose. He didn't look at the caller ID carefully, and only heard the other party's voice: "Did you get it?"

It was Chang Geng.

Xu Yan was surprised: "Did you send me the flowers? How did you know I received them? Why did you order flowers so far away?"

Chang Geng smiled: "Can you ask one by one, which one should I answer first?"

Xu Yan was a little embarrassed.

Chang Geng said: "It took me a long time to find a nearby flower shop, and I knew you were home just after I received a text message to sign for it." He lowered his voice and said, "Do you like it?"

Xu Yan's ears were a little hot, and he wanted to make a final struggle: "I've never seen anyone who gave flowers to a man."

Chang Geng said: "Didn't I see it this time. Xu Yan, if no one does it or a few people do it, it doesn't mean it is wrong."

There was something in Chang Geng's words, Xu Yan heard it, but he didn't understand, so he said in a low voice, "The two men can't be right."

Chang Geng was a little impatient, and spoke in a hurry, but his voice was still suppressed: "Xu Yan, listen to me, homosexuality is a minority in society, but it's not wrong. Maybe some people can't accept it, but two people Why do you want others to accept everything you do?"

He wanted to continue talking, but someone next to him was calling him, which made Chang Geng a little annoyed, and adjusted his mood: "Don't think too much, you just got off work, didn't you? Let's eat early. I'm going to be busy. I'll see you later." chat."

Before Xu Yan could say goodbye, the phone was hung up.

Xu Yan sat in front of the vase with his knees hugged, thinking about what Chang Geng said.I don't know what to do with myself.