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The hang-up sound of "beep..." came from the earphone, Jin Yuan raised the phone and glanced at it, and said to himself: "Subject?"

There were people coming and going in the waiting room, Jin Yuan stood there and even felt a little dazed, feeling at a loss for the first time. .

"Jin Yuan!" Manager Chi pushed him, "Why are you standing here! Ready to board the plane!"

He followed Manager Chi, without loosening his brows, and repeated several questions in his mind: How could he find a partner if he smashed it well?or male?do they live together

The stewardess sneaked a few glances at him, first came to remind him to take off his earphones, and then came to remind him to turn off his mobile phone.

Holding the phone, Jin Yuan recalled that a few days ago Qu Yi asked him what he thought of homosexuality... So, if Yiyi is homosexual, does he still have a partner?

Their flight arrived in the early hours of the morning, and most of them fell asleep under blankets. Jin Yuan kept flipping through the chat records with Qu Yi, all the way to the hand selfie that Qu Yi sent him in the hospital almost a month ago.

At that time, the light was not very good, and the picture was not clear, but he could still see clearly the thin and slender joints and the clean and round nails.

This is a pair of painter's hands.

very nice.

The thoughts in his head were different, and the heat in his heart seemed to burn every nerve at once. He pressed his temple and sighed.

Still can't accept it.

It's not that he can't accept that Qu Yi is gay, but that he can't accept that he has a partner.

In autumn, Gao Yang failed to penetrate the thick blackout curtains in the dormitory, and Qu Yi woke up naturally after sleeping. He touched his forehead subconsciously, but the fever did not subside.

"Ah..." He sat up from the bed, leaned against the wall doubting his life, raised his arms, trying to verify that he was still strong.

The dormitory was warm, and he let it go for a while, remembering that he fell asleep without saying a word yesterday.

It has become a habit to send Ba Ba good night, and he always feels empty in his heart if he hasn't sent it for a day, so he hurriedly looked for his phone by the pillow.

"Why is there a voice call?" He scratched his head. Could it be that he fell asleep in the middle of the night last night and accidentally called?

We chatted for more than 50 seconds.

He climbed out of bed, opened the curtains, found a few small breads on the desk, ate them whole, drank a large cup of hot water, and sat on a chair to rest.

At 11:30, the sunshine at noon in autumn was not warm enough, as if it had been smudged golden, it lightly sprinkled in, Qu Yi's nose was blocked, and he couldn't smell anything, but he always felt that the air was full of withered grass and vines. Earthy.

Suddenly want to call Baba.

He didn't take the initiative to call Baba because he was not sure when Baba was working and when he was resting.

The waiting time was a bit long, but he became inexplicably stubborn and didn't want to hang up the call.

Finally, with a beep, it was connected.

"Ba Ba, are you up yet?" He asked with a smile.

"Just woke up." Ba Ba's voice was hoarse.

Bend your legs and put your heels on the edge of the chair: "Did my phone wake you up?"

"It's okay, I'm almost waking up soon," Ba Ba whispered, "What's wrong?"

Bend the edge of the trouser leg and rolled it down: "It's nothing...just, I suddenly wanted to make a phone call, but I didn't expect to wake you up."

Baba didn't answer his words.

There was silence on both sides.

"Did you fall asleep again?" Qu Yi's nose was itchy, and he quickly put the phone away and sneezed.

"Are you sick?" Ba Ba asked.

Qu Yi took a piece of paper from the table, and said with a strong nasal voice, "Well... I was sick yesterday, so I didn't send you a message."

His aggrieved tone made Baba soften his tone: "Have you seen a doctor?"

"Look, I'm still taking medicine, but the fever hasn't subsided yet," he gulped down a sip of hot water. "Did I accidentally press somewhere last night? I saw a voice call for more than 50 seconds."

Baba: "Stupid, that call was made from me."

Qu Yi blinked: "It seems to be oh, then how did I receive the call?"

All the voices disappeared again, and Qu Yi waited for several seconds: "Ba Ba, otherwise you should sleep a little longer."

"Yesterday's call, your partner answered it." Ba Ba stated the facts.

"Huh?" Qu Yi rubbed his neck, "Who is it?"

Ba Ba felt something was wrong: "Last night, a man answered the phone and said he was your date."

"Impossible," Qu looked around the dormitory, "There are only three of us in the dormitory, me, Hong Jiang, and Brother Cheng, you all know, there is an extra man... and, I don't have a date! Yes Ah, I don't have a date! That's the point!"

The laughter coming from the earpiece was shallow and intermittent, but each ending sound was rising.

"What's the matter if you haven't been in a relationship before? Do you want to keep laughing like this?" Qu Yi took a sip from his water glass, disgusted with bully, "You are also a single dog, why do you want to hurt each other!"

Ba Ba was still laughing, but Qu Yi didn't know which nerve was touched, so he laughed along with him.

The two just smiled at the phone for a long time.

Qu Yi stopped laughing: "I remembered that I have something serious to ask you. I promised to give free drawings to the escort boss in the live broadcast room. Baba, what kind of picture do you want?"

"Let's draw a picture of you."

"Huh?" Qu Yi asked, "What do you mean by painting me?"

"Literally," Baba said, "I don't return to China until a month later, so I'll see you earlier."

Qu Yi's Adam's apple rolled at the slowest speed: "I want to use the invincible filter to draw myself..."

"Aren't you Takeshi Kaneshiro at the airport?" Baba said, "What are you afraid of?"

Qu Yiwei was embarrassed: "Do you really want my self-portrait?"

"I really want it," Baba paused, "I want everything."

Qu Yi touched his face: "Actually, I'm still very handsome, you know that people often confess to me."

"Oh, how many per day on average?" Ba Ba suppressed a smile.

Qu Yi raised his eyes and counted carefully: "Maybe one or two on average, and I'm not handsome enough to be particularly famous."

"That's okay," Ba Bayun said lightly, "It's almost one-thousandth of mine."

Qu Yi: "Do you talk to people?"

"I didn't lie to you." Baba said seriously.

Qu Yi happily turned on the computer: "For the time being, I believe your evil."

The door was pushed open, Wen Huancheng put his lunch on the table: "When did you get up?"

Qu Yiyi unwrapped the plastic bag: "About half an hour ago?"

Wen Huancheng saw his other hand sticking to his ear: "Who are you calling?"

"I'm on the phone with Baba," Qu Yi broke off his chopsticks, and said into the phone, "Baba, I'm going to have lunch first, and we can talk when you are free."

Ba Ba let out a "hmm", and when Qu Yi thought he was going to hang up the phone, he said, "That's the voice that answered the phone last night, and he was the one who lied to me."