Comparable species

The small piece of skin that Xia Xia Shishen touched just now was terribly hot, Qi Yan blinked hard twice, trying to relieve the discomfort at the brow.

Alleviation was fruitless.

Qi Yan raised his hand to touch the brow, but found that he was still holding the cigarette butt he had just snatched from Xia Shishen's mouth.The light brown cigarette holder had been deformed by his pinching, because the shreds of tobacco were burnt, and the bottom was burnt black, with a somewhat pungent tobacco smell.The light bulb above his head flickered suddenly, Qi Yan raised his head, and found that the man in front of him was staring at him, his eyes were dim, and there was a very thin crease printed on his thin eyelids.

Holding the cigarette butts that others have smoked and carefully looking at it, it seems that he looks like a pervert.

Qi Yan put down his hands embarrassingly, he wanted to throw away the cigarette butts several times, but the utility room was too messy to find a trash can, so he could only put his hands behind his back under Xia Shishen's gaze, pretending nothing happened.Qi Yan turned his head away, but he could still feel Xia Shishen's gaze on him, as if it followed his hair all the way down, and finally stopped at his fingertips holding the cigarette butt.

The chest that had not been quiet for a long time was pounding again, and Qi Yan took a step back without a trace, he didn't want Xia Shishen to hear it.

The footsteps in the distance are getting closer and closer, the steps are neat, rhythmically overlapping with Qi Yan's heartbeat.Getting closer, he could hear the sound of stilettos stepping on the marble floor, crisp and sharp, every step seemed to break Qi Yan's tight heartstrings at any time.

The visitor didn't seem to want to stay longer, her footsteps were getting further and further away, Qi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, looked up at Xia Shishen, and opened his mouth to speak.

Chest oppressed, Qi Yan just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he hiccupped when he opened his mouth, looking abrupt and ridiculous in the quiet and narrow utility room.

The voice was not loud, but the person in the corridor stopped, then turned a corner, and walked towards this side with rhythmic steps.

Qi Yan subconsciously raised his head to look at the person in front of him. Xia Shishen looked lazy, leaning his back against the wall, looking at him with lowered eyelashes.

The high browbones cast a small shadow on the eye sockets, Xia Shishen's face was expressionless, and the hand hanging by his side was raised and hugged in front of his chest.Seeing Qi Yan's begging gaze for help, he raised his brows slightly and spread his hands.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Qi Yan's hand clutching the cigarette butt was dripping with sweat. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and was always ready to go on stage to die.

The voice stagnated by the door, and just as Qi Yan took a step, the person who had been standing lazily in front of him suddenly raised his hand to hold his forehead, and then pushed him behind him with just the right amount of force.

Xia Shishen was a head taller than him, and Qi Yan stood behind him, completely blocked by him.

Rubbing the tip of his nose against the man's sleeve, Qi Yan smelled a kind of cold rosin mixed with a faint smell of smoke, which made people unconsciously feel at ease.Qi Yan raised his head, a small piece of Xia Shishen's shirt was sticking to his back due to sweat, revealing his original skin color, as well as faintly visible muscle lines.

Because Xia Shishen was standing with his back to him, Qi Yan couldn't see Xia Shishen's expression, he only saw Xia Shishen casually opened the door, leaving only a gap for one person to walk out, and walked out sideways, his body blocked The moment Qi Yan turned around and closed the door, Qi Yan saw Xia Shishen as if he had glanced at him.

Qi Yan stood there holding his breath, and through the door, he heard Xia Shishen sigh lightly, saying that he had something to discuss elsewhere.

After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared in the corridor, Qi Yan opened the door and walked out.

Xia Shishen had disappeared, Qi Yan stood in the empty corridor and saw the soot falling on the corner of the wall.It should be the half cigarette that Xia Shishen was standing here smoking, Qi Yan thought so.

Before throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, Qi Yan pursed his lower lip, which was chapped due to dryness, and carefully raised his feet, standing by the wall covered with soot.Qi Yan leaned his back against the wall, recalling Xia Shishen's appearance, raised his hand and bit the extinguished cigarette in his mouth.

Just like Xia Shishen.

When he came out of Yuewei Building, the bus had stopped running. Qi Yan waved to the driver of the black car beside him who spoke dialect, and turned into the alley with his weak body.It has been 10 minutes since he sent a text message to Qian Youwei saying that no one was found, and the blue message box was marked with a small "read". After thinking for a long time, Qi Yan decided to give up asking for the fare.

Relying on the memory of when he came, Qi Yan made three turns and two turns to the main road. Even though it was approaching late at night, there were still many cars on the road.

With his head down, Qi Yan stepped on the blind pavement between the colorful floor tiles. He only stepped on half of the floor tiles with each step. Only when he happened to bump into a man and woman kissing by the flower bed, Qi Yan would unconsciously speed up his pace. .

After walking around the main road for half an hour, Qi Yan looked up at the blue road signs in front of him, and the four roads from east to west, north, south, and south made him feel strange.

Qi Yan finally got into the taxi, and the stereo in the car was turned on loudly, playing online songs that he had never heard before.From the moment he got in the car, the driver had been arguing with the woman on the other end of the phone, and the smooth dialect was occasionally mixed with a few unsavory swear words.

The driver was so obsessed with quarreling that Qi Yan just got out of the car and before he had time to close the door, the person in the driver's seat slammed the accelerator and jumped a long way.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor have been out of order for half a year. At the beginning, some people went to look for the property, but they were dealt with like Tai Chi by the people there. After a long time, no one cared about this matter.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the rusted handrail of the stairs, Qi Yan held on to the iron railing with two fingers, and walked up step by step by the light of the mobile phone flashlight.

Qi Yan was lying on the sofa bed with his mobile phone in his hands. On the screen was Xia Shishen, which he took on the TV before he left. Because of the angle, the face of the man in the photo was distorted, and only the charming eyes were very clear.

So clear that he remembered that summer.

At that time, he was standing at the gate of the school wearing a brand new school uniform, and the red scarf around his neck was tied too tightly, which made him breathless, but no one seemed to care about it.The photographer standing opposite was busy adjusting the tripod and the lens, and the female reporter on the side was reviewing the manuscript for the last time. The vice principal who rarely appeared was standing very close to him, bending over and talking about the interview in 10 minutes. Precautions.

The vice principal must have just had a drink, and the smell of alcohol in his mouth made him sick to his stomach.

"What do you, as his son, think of your father's act of sacrificing himself to save others?"

"I'm very proud of my father."

"Then do you hate your father?"

"of course not."

Qi Yan looked at the camera without blinking, and said softly, "I love him very much."

I am very proud of my father. I am very proud of his behavior. I don't hate him. I will be his son in my next life.

These words have long been rotten in the bottom of my heart. Qi Yan said it once on the podium in the class, once on the flag raising platform in the school playground, and countless times in interviews on TV stations.Because he talked too much, in some moments, Qi Yan even felt that those words came from his sincerity.

Qi Yan suddenly felt pain in his eyes. He reached into his trousers pocket and touched the half of the cigarette butt that he hadn't had time to throw away.

At that time, if there was someone like Xia Shishen around, wouldn't he have nightmares day and night in the next few years?