silent sample

"Do you have sores on your butt? You haven't stopped moving all afternoon." Feng Tianyu came over and patted Tang Yuan on the shoulder, intentionally pressing him on the chair, trying to fix him.

"..." Tang Yuan was unprepared, he felt a pain in his forehead when he was hit so firmly, he closed his eyes, pushed Feng Tianyu's hand away, and asked, "Is there any smoke?"

"Why, didn't you quit earlier?"

"Give me one."

Feng Tianyu knocked his root and came out to him, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." Tang Yuan shook his head and ran out to smoke by himself.

He quit early, he didn't smoke much when he was in school, and he has never had any addictions. Occasionally, he would think about smoking one or two when he was bored.

There is a special place for smoking downstairs, Tang Yuan stood under the eaves, watching the fluff and drizzle wrapped in the wind wet the hem of his clothes, it has been cloudy since the morning... no, noon, since noon Yes, he didn't have this morning.

Most of a cigarette ignited spontaneously. Tang Yuan dusted off the cigarette ash twice. Physical discomfort came second. Song Yichuan slept with him twice in one night. What do you mean, Shi Sui Zhiwei depends on him?

Before Song Yichuan learned from him, it was fine to be a friend without feelings, but at that time he obviously couldn't accept it, and he took it for granted after experiencing what he had experienced in the past few years.

There was a message from Song Yichuan on his phone, asking if he worked overtime at night, and he came to pick him up.

Tang Yuan replied: [Add. 】

He put out the cigarette, and added, 【Don't come. 】

Not long after he got back to his work station, someone from the mobile phone shop called him and said that he couldn’t fix it, that the accessories were missing, and that repairing it was too difficult, so he suggested giving up.

So Tang Yuan called for an errand, and troubled the other party to return the phone to him. He scanned the QR code and paid for the initial repair.

The boss also persuaded him, saying that the machine is too old, even if it is repaired, it will not last long, and it is meaningless. It is better to buy a new one, which is not expensive and can be paid in installments.

Tang Yuan thought it was time to consider changing to a new one, and the one in his hand seemed to be on the verge of falling, so it probably wouldn't last long.

At eight o'clock, I ran errands and called him, saying that the things had been delivered, and Tang Yuan went downstairs to get them. He had some things at hand, but he was not in a hurry. He stayed because the office as a workplace allowed him to think less. Yes, but what he didn't expect was that Song Yichuan had been waiting for him downstairs.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" Tang Yuan signed for the things and walked towards him.

Seeing Song Yichuan sitting silently in the car at such a late hour, Tang Yuan felt strangely uncomfortable. He really wanted to make it clear. Whether he likes it or not, the answer is nothing more than these two. Behavior between the two is hooliganism.

Tang Yuan has never been such a reckless person, just say what he wants, the one with a long mouth, just like that year when he wanted to sleep with Song Yichuan, he just opened his mouth to him.

But now I dare not.

Because he was afraid of hearing what he didn't want to hear.

Afraid that Song Yichuan would say regret to him again.

"Have you got off work yet?" Song Yichuan looked not in good spirits, his face turned pale for no reason.

Excessive indulgence, Tang Yuan thought, "That's right."

"Then go back?"

"En." Too lazy to go up to get things, Tang Yuan put his phone in his pocket and got into the car empty-handed.

He didn't talk all the way, and when he arrived, Song Yichuan followed him up the stairs very familiarly, Tang Yuan didn't say anything, he wanted to save his strength and say it when Song Yichuan wanted to do something with him again, but it seemed that he couldn't do it anymore.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Yuan asked, "Are you sick?"

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, but Song Yichuan avoided it, "It's nothing, just a little tired."

I haven't shouted tired yet, why do you have the nerve to shout, Tang Yuan endured the complaints in his heart, "Then you take a shower and go to bed first."

He went to change the cat's water and food, and cleaned up the litter by the way.

Song Yichuan's shoulders were rarely so straight, and his face was tired with naked eyes. Tang Yuan guessed that he was a little unwell. Did the cold healed all the time?But if Song Yichuan didn't say it, he didn't want to rush to mention it.

After Tang Yuan finished tidying up, he looked back and saw that he was still sitting on the sofa, leaning his head up without much strength, and followed him step by step with his eyes.

[Slightly]... Tang Yuan became impatient for some reason, he glanced at Song Yichuan on the sofa again, and urged in a bad tone: "What are you waiting for, go."

When Song Yichuan went in, Tang Yuan remembered whether he had asked him if he had had dinner, when did Song Yichuan wait, and when he normally got off work, or earlier?

Tang Yuan rummaged through the house, trying to find if there was any cold medicine left. It has been a few days since jumping into the river, why is it still not healed?

[Omitted]

Anti-inflammatory, pain-relief, stomach ailments, medicine packs prescribed by the doctor when pulling out wisdom teeth, colds, expired ones, broken seals... Tang Yuan counted each item, and suddenly slammed the cabinet door and stood up.

Don't look for it anymore, doesn't he say it's okay, what can a big man do, can he die, he was alive and kicking yesterday, Song Yichuan is so capable, can he let himself suffer.

What is he thinking about.

Song Yichuan came out of the shower, and Tang Yuan sat at the table, which was covered with tools and mobile phone parts. He had a computer on his right hand, and was watching the tutorial in the video.

Song Yichuan hadn't noticed before, only now did he realize that the mobile phone that Tang Yuan had been using was not the same one as before, "Did it break after being soaked in water that time?"

Tang Yuan didn't respond, Song Yichuan suspected that he heard it, because when he took off his earphones, he didn't hear any sound inside, Song Yichuan asked again.

"En." Tang Yuan responded lightly, without stopping his movements.

"Do you know how to repair mobile phones?" The front of the battle was so big, and the parts were scattered everywhere, Song Yichuan wondered if he really had the ability to put it back together.

"will not."

"Then don't fix it, I'll buy you another one."

"No need." Tang Yuan was firm.

Song Yichuan looked at him for a while, Tang Yuan kept his head down, the light on this side was not good, and he needed to get close to see some parts that were too small.

He cultivated so seriously that he could even confuse the fake with the real one before he said "no", but in Song Yichuan's view, it was completely futile, "Why haven't you changed it all the time? How many years have you been using it?"

Tang Yuan said, "I don't want to change."

"Are you short of money?" The data migration between the new and old mobile phones has been realized a long time ago, and Song Yichuan can't think of other reasons.

Tang Yuan didn't say a word, went back to the room and took a desk lamp. From his point of view, there is no such thing as saying that something cannot be repaired. The boss doesn't repair it because he doesn't want to repair it. The cost is out of proportion to the income, and he finds it troublesome. In this case, Then he will fix it himself.

One day can't fix it for two days, two days can't fix it for three days, one week, one month, he doesn't have high requirements, as long as he can turn it on, he may indeed not use it again after that, but it's still the same sentence, Tang Yuan doesn't want to It is by definition broken.

He slid his hand towards the touch screen, but was grabbed by Song Yichuan. Song Yichuan looked at him, his expression was not very good, and even more so at this moment, "Who gave this phone to you? Does it have special meaning to you? "

Here it is again, with a mocking tone in this kind of questioning. Ever since Song Yichuan saw him again, it seems that he has been talking to him in this way. What does he regard him as, a trustless opposite?

Tang Yuan tried to shake him off, but Song Yichuan held it tightly. He didn't dare to move too much for fear of damaging the table, so he had to press down his hand and said coldly, "Who do you think sent it?"

"Tong Yuqing."

Tang Yuan couldn't help laughing, "Let's guess again."

Song Yichuan frowned, and tightened his grip on his wrist. Of course he couldn't figure it out, because he didn't know how many people would show up during the years when he and Tang Yuan were separated. explain.

He has always been very good at saying that Song Yichuan has never defeated him in this regard.

Tang Yuan guessed what he was thinking, and there was no expression on his face, "Since I have always been an extremely casual person in your eyes, why do you think of me so affectionately?"

Isn't this contradictory?

"I know you can't guess it, let me tell you." Tang Yuan looked into his eyes, "It was my sister, my own sister, she gave it to me, she said it was a graduation gift, but later she gave it as a birthday present, you know why?"

The pressure on the wrist gradually loosened.

"Because she left so fast back then, she didn't wait until I graduated." Tang Yuan said, "Are you satisfied with this answer Song Yichuan?"

"...I'm sorry." Song Yichuan took a deep breath, exhaling with difficulty, "I'm sorry Tang Yuan, I..."

Suddenly there was a cat meowing at his feet, Xiaobai jumped onto the table, and the stacked parts landed on his feet. The soles of his feet slipped suddenly, and he turned around and jumped down again. After a while of panic, half of the table was swept to pieces messy.

Song Yichuan bent down to pick it up, and Tang Yuan's shallow breathing came from above his head, followed by his almost exhausted voice, "Have you thought about what we are like now?"

Song Yichuan paused. He didn't expect Tang Yuan to ask him this question first. He thought he didn't care. He patted his butt and left after sleeping. He didn't hear from him for six years. He thought that there was no so-called relationship in his eyes .

"Song Yichuan." Tang Yuan took the things in his hand and looked at him again, "What do you think of me? Playing or serious?"

"Then have you ever thought about it, what are we doing like this?" Song Yichuan asked him back.

"I want to hear your answer."

What Song Yichuan wanted to say, Tang Yuan stopped him, "I might know what you're thinking, so you don't have to answer in a hurry, wait until you think it over. I'm asking this, if you only think of us as a relationship between the two of you, Then don’t ask about some things, and leave some space for each other.”

After Tang Yuan finished speaking, he stood up, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed first, you can do what you want."

He entered the room and remembered that he hadn't taken a shower yet. Tang Yuan fell on the bed and stared blankly at the lamp above his head. After a while, he heard the sound of opening and closing the door. Song Yichuan left. Wash in the bathroom.

Tang Yuan didn't fall asleep for two hours after returning to the bed again. He got up and found a pack of cigarettes in the drawer. He walked to the balcony, opened the window, and was about to stretch out his hand. Go downstairs and Song Yichuan's car is parked there.

He never left.

What are you doing, thinking about what he said?

Although Tang Yuan asked this question, in his opinion, there is nothing to think about this matter. Is there an answer other than playing around?

But if Song Yichuan was really thinking about it, what did he know, the beginning of thinking about it already explained the result.