Xiangyu

After a tiring day, Qiao Yusong, who was sitting in a taxi, was drowsy.There is no busy street scene outside the car window, only the orange lights that keep flashing past the eyes.

Thinking of dating Song Yuqiao after dawn, Qiao Yusong was naturally excited, but his body could no longer maintain the continuous excitement of his brain.Especially after being tormented by the passengers on the last leg of the voyage, Qiao Yusong's eyelids were clenched when he finally calmed down.

He could tell that Song Yuqiao was also very tired.Qiao Yusong saw him staring out the window in a daze, and said softly, "Are you tired? Get home later, take a hot bath, and go to sleep."

"It's okay, I often stay up late. It's just that the plane is a bit boring." Song Yuqiao looked at his face in the dim light, thought for a while, pulled his hand on his lap, and held it, "You Do you usually fly like this? You only get home early in the morning, and you have to leave early the next morning.”

His hands are warm.Qiao Yusong saw their hands clasped together in the space between them, clasped their fingers, shook his head, and said, "It might not be like this every round, it depends on character." After speaking, he smiled .

Looking at his smile, Song Yuqiao suddenly became curious: Why did he break up with his ex-boyfriend?Gather less and leave more?Having said that, the last time I asked him, he seemed to avoid answering on purpose.

"Where are we going to play tomorrow?" Qiao Yusong couldn't help asking.

It was rare for Song Yuqiao to see him take the initiative, and asked with a smile, "Where do you want to go?"

He shook his head in distress, and said, "I don't know. I don't go out often, and I was transferred to Jinrong at the beginning of the year."

Song Yuqiao thought for a moment and said, "Go back and rest first, maybe you will have an idea when you wake up."

Late at night is really not a good time to make plans, Qiao Yusong nodded, still unable to hold back his anticipation.

From Song Yuqiao's point of view, Qiao Yusong's apartment is still the same as last time, there is no difference.The faint musty smell was still there after opening the door, and Song Yuqiao still asked to open the door for ventilation.

The sofa bed that was opened last time did not return to its place. Qiao Yusong urged Song Yuqiao to take a bath, while he found clean sheets and pillowcases and remade the bed.

This time he planned to let Song Yuqiao sleep on the bed, so the bed had to be cleaned.

Qiao Yusong used to fly international long-distance flights, and the rest time in batches was not long. In order to sleep against the clock, he practiced the ability to make a bed within 3 minutes.Isn't it?Not long after Song Yuqiao entered the bathroom to take a shower, Qiao Yusong made up the bed and sofa bed.

Although he just came back from the outside, Qiao Yusong still cleared out the contents of the boarding box out of habit, put the uniform into the laundry bag, and threw it into the washing machine.

There is still some space in the washing machine, Qiao Yusong hesitated for a while, and did not start after closing the door.

Song Yuqiao came out of the shower, saw Qiao Yusong squatting motionless in front of the washing machine, and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Qiao Yusong came back to his senses, got up and said, "Do you have any laundry to do? Put it in and wash it together?"

The room was small, and the light illuminated the hesitation on Qiao Yusong's face very brightly.Song Yuqiao paused for a while as he wiped his hair, and said, "Okay, wait a minute."

He draped the towel over his shoulders and turned into the bathroom.

Qiao Yusong thought that he would quickly take out the clothes, but unexpectedly, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom first.He saw that the door was open, and walked over curiously. When he saw Song Yuqiao washing socks and underwear, his heart skipped a beat.

Song Yuqiao turned around and saw him standing outside the door, his hands holding his underwear didn't rub the fabric in when rubbing, and his knuckles rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound that only he could hear.He quickly washed the panties and socks, wrung them out, and held them in his hands.

"I just dried these?" Song Yuqiao said, taking the other clothes off the hook.

Qiao Yusong nodded numbly and followed him to the balcony.

Song Yuqiao stuffed the clothes into the almost full drum.

In addition to Qiao Yusong's uniform, there was also a set of pajamas inside, probably because Qiao Yusong didn't push it in when he released it, Song Yuqiao's clothes were put in, and before the door could be closed, a sleeve fell out.

Qiao Yusong was about to squat down to help, when he saw him open the door of the washing machine, put his clothes, his clothes

Push it all the way in, and finally close the door.

The balcony is so small that it can only accommodate a washing machine, and the light naturally cannot shine into the drum.Before the washing machine started, Qiao Yusong looked at the dark inside, only his white uniform shirt was slightly conspicuous.

Song Yuqiao's shirt was gray. After the drum was filled with water, the color became darker, and finally Qiao Yusong could only vaguely recognize it.When the drum started to run, all the clothes in it quickly rolled into a ball. Qiao Yusong saw that the white shirt and the gray shirt were entangled.

He looked up and saw Song Yuqiao clamping the pre-washed underwear and socks on the clothes rack.The clothes hanger is made of stainless steel, and when the wind blows, the clips make a crisp sound.

Qiao Yusong never dreamed that one day there would be Song Yuqiao's underwear and socks drying on this drying rack, and only Song Yuqiao's.

It feels like his and Song Yuqiao's lives overlapped and replaced, and Song Yuqiao became the current him, living here.Song Yuqiao can understand the triviality and complexity of his life, and can feel how the boredom and emptiness are constantly filling and expanding in this small apartment, and he...

Suddenly, Song Yuqiao's voice interrupted his cranky thoughts: "Can I borrow the hair dryer?"

"Oh, here it is." Qiao Yusong immediately went to the bathroom, opened the cabinet door under the sink, and took out the hair dryer for him, "here."

The exhaust fan whistled away the damp water vapor in the bathroom, leaving a little water on the tiles on the floor, as if there was residual heat from the bath water.

The heat once flowed from Song Yuqiao's body, and now it accumulates under Qiao Yusong's feet.Qiao Yusong had only stood in the bathroom for a short while, and he felt that the water vapor that had not been blown away by the exhaust fan enveloped his body, his skin was a little sticky, and his face was damp.

Song Yuqiao took the hair dryer and said, "Thank you."

"Hmm." Qiao Yusong lowered his head, passed by his side, and walked out of the stuffy bathroom.

Unexpectedly, not long after Qiao Yusong came out, he heard Song Yuqiao calling him.

He looked back suspiciously.

"It's late, you should take a shower first. I'll just blow it outside." Song Yuqiao held the hair dryer in one hand and the plug in the other.

Qiao Yusong was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Okay."

Song Yuqiao quickly found an outlet near the table and sat on a chair to dry his hair.

Looking at Song Yuqiao's back, Qiao Yusong suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart.

He still remembers the first time he stayed at Song Yuqiao's house. At that time, he was as pious as a believer and as cautious as a thief.Although I went to the second time later, I became a lot more casual, but there are many deliberate elements in those casual, too deliberate, but it seems uneasy.

But what about Song Yuqiao?

Whether it was the last time or this time, or even that night trapped by the typhoon, Song Yuqiao never seemed to be restrained.He acted so at ease, but Qiao Yusong couldn't figure out what he was at ease with.

Was the previous relationship what he expected?The current progress has not exceeded his expectations?Qiao Yusong was once again stumbled by his ignorance of Song Yuqiao.

Before Song Yuqiao found out, Qiao Yusong shook his heavy head from being too sleepy, found a change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

The water vapor in the bathroom dissipated a lot, and even the tiles on the floor were dry.

After Song Yuqiao dried his hair, he found the laptop while Qiao Yusong took a shower.

He has basically completed the content that needs to be worked overtime on the flight, and the rest can only be done when he returns to the unit.

The thought report for this quarter has not been written yet.Facing the blank document, he recalled who he had talked with and who he had served during this period of time.

After thinking about it for a while, to no avail, he simply opened another document and wrote the trainer's opinion in the training inspection form.

The sound of the washing machine was so hypnotic that Song Yuqiao yawned after writing a few paragraphs.He finally decided to save these things for a later afternoon instead of at Qiao Yusong's house.

He closed the notebook and caught sight of Qiao Yusong's storage box out of the corner of his eye.

storage box

There is a cover, Song Yuqiao remembers that Qiao Yusong put a condom in it last time.He held it in front of him, looked for it, and found it.

There are a lot of miscellaneous things in this storage box, and Qiao Yusong obviously didn't sort them out. In addition to condoms, Song Yuqiao also found lubricants.Suyan cream, lipstick, nail clippers, antiperspirant, perfume samples... a small box really holds a lot of things.

Ordinary conservatives will not put sexual products in a place without cover. People who do this are either very open, or they regard this overall environment as their most private space, thinking that no one will find out except themselves, so It doesn't matter if you throw it in a conspicuous place casually.

Song Yuqiao took out the lipstick in the storage box and recalled the lip color of Qiao Yusong he saw on the plane.He opened the lid, twisted out some paste, and painted it on his arm. It smelled like roses, just like Qiao Yusong's lips.

When putting the lipstick back into the storage box, Song Yuqiao found something familiar at the bottom of the storage box.He froze for a moment, rummaged down, and took out the lip balm that was pressed at the bottom by the sundries.

The production date is printed on the bottom of the lipstick, but it has been so long that the writing has long been blurred.Even the original black logo printed on the tube is incomplete. Only those who have used it can remember the origin of this lipstick.

Song Yuqiao opened the lid, and when he was about to unscrew the lip balm, he found that the lip balm had already been used up, and the lip balm left on the holder had dried out, and the original scent of nectar could no longer be smelled.

Could it be the one he used before?There is no mark on the lipstick, Song Yuqiao can't be sure.He only remembered that he wore the coat Qiao Yusong lent him that year, and later returned it to Qiao Yusong.

The lip balm is gone that day.At that time, Song Yuqiao searched for a long time, and finally gave up.He decided that like all things that are lost for a while, it will suddenly appear at some time, and he forgot that it had been there, as he forgot where it had fallen.He never imagined that "sometime" would take 13 years.

"You sleep on the sofa?" Qiao Yusong came out of the shower, saw Song Yuqiao lying down, and said, "I have remade the bed, you can sleep on the bed. I will sleep on the sofa."

"It's okay, you can sleep on the bed, you will be tired after flying all day." Song Yuqiao didn't get up.

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong couldn't help regretting that he didn't agree with Song Yuqiao to let him sleep in bed before taking a bath.Seeing Song Yuqiao lying still on the sofa now, it is not wrong for him to be modest, nor is it wrong to be humble, so he could only say: "Okay. Did I turn off the light?"

"Yeah." Song Yuqiao looked at his back and sat up when the lights went out.

Qiao Yusong walked to the bed by the light of the mobile phone. After turning on the bedside lamp, he found Song Yuqiao sitting. He was startled and said, "Go to sleep first. I will sleep after the clothes are washed and dried."

After he finished speaking, he sat leaning against the wall with his mobile phone in his hand, clearly intending to use his mobile phone to pass the laundry time.The bedside lamp was beside him, and Song Yuqiao looked at him, feeling that the light of the whole world was gathering on him.Song Yuqiao looked at him for a while and said, "Your lips are so beautiful."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong almost choked on his own saliva.He looked at Song Yuqiao in astonishment, and quickly looked down at his phone, but he was browsing to buy new lipsticks, so he exited the interface with a guilty conscience.

"What..." Qiao Yusong smiled awkwardly.

"Are you running out of lipstick?" Song Yuqiao asked, "Do you want to buy a new one for you?"

Perhaps it was because Song Yuqiao was not wearing glasses at this time, Qiao Yusong looked at his face and felt a little strange.He didn't know Song Yuqiao at all, facing a strange face with a thoughtful expression made Qiao Yusong even more uneasy.

For some reason, it was hard for him to believe that Song Yuqiao's question was only out of good intentions.He thought for a while, and said with a smile: "How could it be so easy to use up a lipstick? Of course it's good to have a new one. I've chosen it, and I'll send you the link?"

Song Yuqiao laughed and said, "Okay."

He smiled at him, then looked down at the phone again.

"Will you run out of ordinary lip balm?" Song Yuqiao asked.

Qiao Yusong thought about it, shook his head, and said, "I can't use it up. I like the new and dislike the old."

Song Yuqiao looked at him with his chin in his hands and asked, "To me too?"

Unexpectedly, he changed the subject so suddenly, Qiao Yusong was taken aback, and muttered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Song Yuqiao smiled lightly and lay down.

Seeing him cover the quilt, Qiao Yusong was astonished and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

Song Yuqiao didn't answer.

Seeing that there were still 10 minutes left in the laundry time, Qiao Yusong chose to temporarily turn off the remaining bedside lamp and said, "Good night."

Not long after the light went out, Qiao Yusong still had the outline of the light bulb in front of his eyes, as if his brain hadn't responded yet, and the time for the light to disappear was longer than the time for the light to be off.During this long time, he heard Song Yuqiao call: "Brother Xiao Song."

Hearing the sound, Qiao Yusong's heart skipped a beat.He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and if he heard it right, the name would be a bit funny.It was so funny that he didn't know whether to laugh or not.

He asked incredulously, "What's wrong?"

In the dark room, Song Yuqiao's voice came from the depths of the darkness, as if it came from the other end of the universe.Yu is an infinite space, and Yu is an infinite time. At the end of time and space, he said to him: "It's great to see you again. Good night."