Comparable species

On the night of going back, Qi Yan had a rare dream.

In the dream, he was still the same as he was 12 years ago, wearing a washed and whitish dark blue school uniform, and the reporters carrying the camera excitedly surrounded him in the center.The blinding flash and the shutter sound like a machine gun made him breathless.

The photographer standing in the back row was completely blocked by the tall man in front, so he could only squeeze forward, stretching his arms and sticking the lens to his face.They asked questions in a hurry, but Qi Yan didn't catch a single word.

Among the densely packed microphones and cameras, someone suddenly handed him a hand with beautiful knuckles and slender fingers. Qi Yan held it up, and that hand held him back.Like an orphan caught in a quagmire, Qi Yan used a lot of strength to grab the man's hands red.

But the man didn't say a word, Qi Yan was curious, and looked up along the man's arm, it was the man's beautiful and indifferent face.

Before Qi Yan could speak to that person, a woman's hoarse cry suddenly came from his ear.Qi Yan sat up straight from the bed, he was in a trance for a while, and only the man's beautiful face was in his not very bright mind.

"Yanyan, grandma will die if you don't come here again." The old man in the next room didn't hesitate, the wheelchair creaked before it had time to grease, Qi Yan stopped thinking about it, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Die all day long." Qi Yanjin walked over to the old man with his slippers on, squatted on the bed, reached out to hold the old man's wrinkled feet, and rubbed them with just the right amount of strength.

The old man seemed to be in a good mood. She shook her head with a smile and said, "Everyone will die when they reach their age. Early death and late death are not the same."

Qi Yan, who was squatting on the ground, stopped what he was doing, and slowly raised his head, his thin eyelids sunken, making his eyes appear bigger.Seeing his appearance, the old man waved his hands again and again to silence, Qi Yan returned to his daily work, and moved up a little bit along the instep.The muscle atrophy seems to be worse recently, Qi Yan thought so, and the strength in his hands involuntarily became stronger.

"It's time to cut the nails." Qi Yan stood up, took eight steps and walked from the bedroom to the living room. He opened the drawer and flipped through the nail clippers inside, and the old man's nagging but angry voice came out of the bedroom.

"With such a good grandson, I, Lin Yiling, can live a few more years." Qi Yan found the nail clippers and went back to the bedroom, sighing to the chattering old man. His grandmother would say these words several times a day, over and over again. , tirelessly.

Qi Yan put Lin Yiling's hands on his knees. The old man's nails were thin and brittle. They should be cut neither too short nor too long. Qi Yan mastered the trick after pondering for several years.Sometimes he thinks, if paparazzi can't do this job anymore, he might as well cut someone's nails, Qi Yan thinks it's a craft.

As she gets older, Lin Yiling's eyesight and memory are not very good, and sometimes she even forgets that Qi Yan is already 21 years old.

"I'm luckier than your father." Lin Yiling looked at him with a smile, her cloudy eyes were full of love, "He left early, but he didn't enjoy the blessing of your child."

Qi Yan hummed, and kept moving his hands. He heard Lin Yiling say with a smile, "But it's okay, I'm his wife, so I should enjoy this blessing for him."

"Auntie Li has something to do today." Qi Yan interrupted Lin Yiling casually, and used a grinding board to trim the old man's yellowed nails into rounded arcs, and then said, "Do you want to find a nurse to give you a bath?"

"Bah." Lin Yiling raised her eyebrows and barely lifted her drooping upper eyelids. She snorted coldly and said, "Don't even try to earn my money. If you throw me in the pool, you want two hundred. I think she will It's crazy."

Qi Yan can take care of everything, but the only thing he can't do is take a shower. Fortunately, Aunt Li next door still remembers the old love of the Qi family and comes to help from time to time.Later, Qi Yan didn't want to bother others anymore, so he spent a lot of money to find a nurse, but Lin Yiling stiffened her neck and scolded the person away angrily.

The limping old lady was standing tremblingly with the help of her wheelchair, as if she was going to chase the nurse for ten miles.

Qi Yan regretted not seeing this scene, because that day, he was squatting on the van, his eyes were dizzy from the sun, waiting for Xia Shishen to finish his tea.

He stood in the living room in a daze, the old lady turned on the TV loudly in the bedroom, Qi Yan said as he walked towards the bedroom, "Be quieter, or the uncle next door will knock on the door again." Lin Yiling completely ignored him , frowned and waved his hands, motioning for him to go aside, not to block himself from watching TV.

The old-fashioned thick-body TV has a bad sound, and it seems to always have the sound of electric current, buzzing.The remote control was tightly held by the old lady, Qi Yan sighed, squatted down and lowered his head, and touched the volume button under the TV.Familiar and unfamiliar voices came from the speaker. In order to adjust the volume, Qi Yan put his whole ear against the speaker, and the man's line was poured into his ears verbatim.

Qi Yan withdrew his hand and raised his head to watch the people on TV.The man was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop, wearing a black shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the elbow, revealing a clean and strong forearm.Qi Yan watched Xia Shishen on TV, with a completely different smile on his face. He straightened his arms and fed the cake in the small silver spoon into the mouth of the girl sitting beside him.

At that moment, Qi Yan subconsciously felt that Xia Shishen would abruptly withdraw his hand the moment the girl opened her mouth, and then casually put the cake into his mouth, with a smug look on his brows.

But after all, it was a TV series, and the silver spoon was on the lips covered in bright red lipstick.

Lin Yiling always likes to talk to people when watching TV, Qi Yan is rarely fascinated by watching TV, the old lady is unwilling to turn down the volume of the TV, and is afraid that Qi Yan will not be able to hear what she is saying, so she shouts at the top of her voice: "Look at this boy. How good-looking, compared to the other actresses next to her!"

The screen transition is a close-up of Xia Shishen. His face is still beautiful on a screen with a low resolution, Qi Yan thought so.

Lin Yiling thought more, she leaned back, lost her voice, and said: "But this boy is acting as the second male lead, so it will definitely not end well."

Qi Yan didn't bother to adjust the volume anymore, he stood up and walked towards the living room with the enamel cup beside the coffee table.

"There is no such thing as a bad ending in TV dramas." Qi Yan raised his hand to get the thermos, and just opened the lid when he heard the old man's voice coming from the bedroom.

"That's right, as long as you live."

The scalding boiling water was steaming white, and there were scattered pieces of tea leaves in the teacup, sinking continuously with the shaking of the liquid.Qi Yan reached for the teacup, and when his fingertips touched the rim, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and touched his earlobe with his burned fingers.The heat was still high, Qi Yan stood in front of the cabinet, his eyes fell on the pennant hanging on the wall.

There was a layer of floating dust on the crimson flannelette, Qi Yan felt that if he blew on it twice, he would definitely get rhinitis.

The four big characters of honorary citizen above are very eye-catching. In order to show sincerity, bronzing fonts are specially used, but the quality is not very good.The uppermost dot of the word "shi" has fallen off, and the vertical one in the center is also crumbling, looking like it is falling down.Qi Yan stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on it twice, but unfortunately it didn't work at all.

There is a photo frame under the brocade flag, and there is a Doraemon sticker in the lower left corner.The man in the photo has a beard around his chin, looks bad, but smiles happily.The child he was holding looked reluctant, probably because the man's beard pricked him in pain, and the fingers hanging by his side were slightly curled, showing resistance.

Qi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, stopped looking at the banners and photo frames, and walked into the bedroom holding a hot teacup.

Qi Yan didn't continue to watch the TV series played by Xia Shishen, because Qian Youwei called him when he just walked into the bedroom.

"Come here."

Not many words, bad tone.

Qian Youwei will call him sooner or later. After all, all the photos of him that night are only Xia Shishen's back leaning against the railing, and the one he was forced to take by Xia Shishen.

Sure enough, when Qi Yan was standing in Qian Youwei's office, Qian Youwei's flesh drooped at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be in a hurry, and he picked up the ashtray next to his hand and was about to throw it at him.

Qi Yan was wearing a loose linen round neck shirt, his thin arms looked empty in the sleeves, his promising eyes swept back and forth on him, as if he couldn't find a point to throw, and finally threw the ashtray at his feet symbolically.

Qian Youwei talked frothy for half an hour, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva at the end, picked up the coffee at hand and drank several mouthfuls, and then continued: "There is Xia Shishen's fan meeting tonight, you go trip."

"This time, we will take pictures normally." Qian Youwei hiccupped, and continued: "This is his first fan meeting, and the traffic will definitely be indispensable."

"I have met Xia Shishen face to face." Qian Youwei raised his head when he heard this, "And I said that I am his illegitimate fan."

On the night he returned home, he searched for the entry of illegitimate meal, only to realize that it was not a good word.

"What did Xia Shishen say?"

Qi Yan looked down at the tip of his shoe, trying his best to recall Xia Shishen's performance yesterday, "He licked his lower lip."

"and then?"

"Then turned and left."

Qian Youwei twitched his mouth, then nodded, "That's okay, he just didn't call the police."

Xia Shi is deeply nestled on the narrow sofa chair, because there is not enough space, his left leg is stretched out straight, and his right leg is resting on the armrest of the sofa, dangling one after another.The mobile phone that fell in the gap of the sofa vibrated several times, Xia Shishen turned over and covered his face with his arms impatiently.

After a while, a man in a black windbreaker opened the door with a colored paper roll under his arm.

"Brother Shen, why didn't you answer my call when I called you?"

Xia Shishen sat up straight from the sofa slowly, yawned casually, and said vaguely that he didn't hear.

"Here, here is the signed poster for the banquet you want." Xia Shishen didn't take it right away, he propped his head with one hand and asked, "Did you find the name?"

The man sitting on the side looked away from the poster, pursed his lips, and looked like he was holding back a smile.

"Lu Weiyang." Xia Shishen's voice was nasal with a sleepy voice, and the brows were raised slightly.

The man quickly spread out the poster in front of him, speaking quickly, and said, "I've seen so many names several times, but I've never seen this one before."

Xia Shishen sat down on the sofa, with his arms on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and looked down from the signature on the top of the poster.Most of the people who came to the banquet that day were wealthy businessmen or entertainers, and all the signatures were flamboyant, stretched very long, wishing to occupy the entire poster layout.

It wasn't until the end that he saw three words at the very edge.

The handwriting is strong but delicate, like the handwriting that the very white and thin boy can write.

It's normal for Lu Weiyang to want to laugh, but Xia Shishen looked at the three words Qian Youwei on the corner of the poster and didn't speak.