Xiangyu

Unexpectedly, the moving company came so quickly.Song Yuqiao looked at the wind and snow outside the window, wondering if it was his own illusion, he felt that the sky was much dimmer than when he just woke up.

Such a bad weather, but also arrived in time, really dedicated.

Song Yuqiao still felt cold, so he got up and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water.

Song Yuqiao had already forgotten when was the last time he cried so badly. He searched hard in his memory and found that there had never been such a time.His heart seemed to have never been so painful.

Qiao Yusong contacted the property through the videophone on the side of the door, and stood at the entrance waiting for the moving company to go upstairs.

After a while, he heard the kettle buzzing, and the faint sound of boiling water.

He returned to the living room and said to Song Yuqiao's back: "Since you have a fever, why don't you rest first. When they come, I'll finish moving things with them and leave."

Song Yuqiao turned around while he was speaking, stared at him, and listened to him finish speaking.

"It's okay." Song Yuqiao said when he heard the doorbell.

Seeing that Qiao Yusong didn't open the door right away, but chose to push one of the boxes to the entrance first, Song Yuqiao shivered.

The doorbell sounded again, Song Yuqiao hesitated for a moment, passed through the entrance, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were two young men wearing overalls of the moving company, with pink faces showing through gray and white, Song Yuqiao guessed that it must be cold outside.

"Happy New Year!" One of the youths greeted Song Yuqiao.

Another young man was breathing into his palm.

There is heating in the corridor, but it is no warmer than the floor in the house.Song Yuqiao had only opened the door for a short while, and he was already shivering from the cold.He restrained his trembling, nodded and said, "Happy Chinese New Year, please come in!"

"I'm sorry, you can just wait outside. It's not heavy, so I'll send it out." Qiao Yusong saw their snow-stained shoes on their feet, and said quickly.

The two looked at each other, and the older one said, "I'm afraid I'll waste your time. Besides billing by volume, we also bill by the hour."

"It's okay, just wait for a while." Qiao Yusong said, and pushed the box that was dragged out just now out of the door.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you. I'll take this downstairs first." After finishing speaking, the younger one picked up the big cardboard box in front of him and walked towards the elevator.

Song Yuqiao stood by the door, his teeth chattering from the cold. He crossed his arms and watched Qiao Yusong move the boxes out of the house alone. He didn't want to help, and he didn't help.

When Qiao Yusong moved the second cardboard box outside the door, he looked up at Song Yuqiao, and then turned back into the house.

He found two fabric storage boxes in the bedroom, and remembered what Song Yuqiao said, putting his clothes in them.

Hearing Song Yuqiao coughing, Qiao Yusong moved the two storage boxes to the living room one after another.With all his strength, he moved one of the storage boxes outside the house, and said to Song Yuqiao, "Go back to sleep, I will finish moving here soon."

Song Yuqiao was so cold that he couldn't bear it. He breathed heavily and then lightly. He shook his head and said, "I'll wait."

At this point, what's the point of persisting?Qiao Yusong felt helpless, but the tears had already dried up.Looking at Song Yuqiao's bloodless lips, he still felt distressed after all, and said, "Well, why don't you pull up your sweater and wrap it around your neck. Don't leak air into your clothes."

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao was stunned.

Looking at the back of Qiao Yusong continuing to move things inside, Song Yuqiao suddenly remembered the day they first met.

That day, Song Yuqiao was overtaken by Qiao Yusong on his way home.It wasn't until Qiao Yusong gave him the dropped scarf that he realized that his neck had been flustered with cold.

What did Qiao Yusong say at that time?Song Yuqiao struggled to recall, but couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that he was also urging him to come back quickly.

Seeing Qiao Yusong move another box of clothes outside the door, Song Yuqiao looked at the moving company employee who was moving the things to the elevator, and turned to Qiao Yusong, "How about—"

Qiao Yusong paused when he bent over, his heart beat faster as if he had a premonition.

After a while, he turned and looked at Song Yuqiao.

"Or," Song Yuqiao held his arms tightly, "You should move to the apartment in Qinshili first, it's close to the subway and airport bus, so it's convenient for you to commute to and from get off work. Changzhuang is too far away."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong held his breath, looked into his eyes firmly, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Yuqiao loosened his frowning brows, and finally smiled wryly indifferently, and said, "You said just now that you are most afraid of celebrating the New Year, or seeing other people's loving reunions. But isn't it the time of the Chinese New Year, when you are most afraid? "

"So?" After standing in the porch for a long time, Qiao Yusong gradually felt cold. He didn't know how Song Yuqiao, who had a high fever, could endure the cold.He suddenly realized that he was bullying Song Yuqiao again and couldn't say anything.However, this is what he hates Song Yuqiao the most.

"So, don't pick a time like this to break up." The words were heavy, and they weighed down Song Yuqiao's throat, making his voice hoarse.

Strangely, Qiao Yusong thought his tears had dried up, but he still felt his nose sore after hearing what Song Yuqiao said.He took a deep breath and asked, "Then you say, when is the right time to break up?"

Looking at his reddened eyes again, Song Yuqiao said: "When we don't love each other, we won't feel reluctance, and we won't feel the pain of breaking up."