single sickness

Chapter 22

After 09:30 in the evening, the shopping malls began to clear the venue one after another.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi took the direct elevator to the theater. Unlike the desertedness on other floors of the shopping mall, many young people gathered here bustling.

Looking at the promotional materials placed around the theater, there was a commercial blockbuster released two days ago.It's not that Xiang Mo doesn't watch commercial films, but he doesn't choose weekends when there are many people.The documentary is because he knows no one will watch it, so he buys tickets for Sunday night.

Pick up tickets, check tickets, and enter the theater.

Many details that were not noticed at ordinary times, like the clues in a puzzle game, appeared in front of Xiang Mo one after another.

He saw the words "early retirement" on Du Chi's phone case.

He found that Du Chi would fold the ticket stubs in advance so that the staff could tear them off.

People pass by from time to time, and there is no harm without comparison. For the first time, he realized that Du Chi was really tall.

There was a pre-screening advertisement that no one watched in the empty theater, Xiang Mo looked at the ticket stub in his hand, and walked towards the seventh row of seats, but when he just reached the sixth row, Du Chi grabbed his seat Wrist, asked: "Sit together?"

The red mark on the wrist has not completely disappeared, it is the mark left when Du Chi grabbed him in the bathroom in the afternoon and asked him to take responsibility.It is obvious that the two are not in a relationship where they can touch each other at will, but this person is getting more and more familiar with each other.

There is no need for people who know each other to sit separately, but Xiang Mo is not sure whether Du Chi likes to be around people when he watches a movie—after all, people who watch movies alone in the middle of the night have their own particulars—so he acquiesced to two people. People do not affect each other.

But since Du Chi has already proposed, there is no need for him to refuse.

"it is good."

Xiang Mo followed Du Chi and sat down in the middle of the sixth row, thinking about how long it had been since he had seen a movie with anyone.

After a while, the lights went out and the surroundings became dark.With the appearance of pictures full of exotic customs, ancient Egyptian music sounded in the auditorium.

The documentary specifically tells about the funerary objects unearthed from the tomb of Pharaoh Tutankhamun, including masks, reliefs, daily necessities and so on.

It is rare for Xiang Mo to have a private room, so he can relax completely and enjoy his own space.But after all, there is such a big person sitting next to him, it is still different from the state of mind when watching a movie alone.

Just like now, Xiang Mo couldn't help turning his head, looked at Du Chi beside him and asked, "Do you know the art style of ancient Egypt?"

After the age of 25, people's desire to express decreases year by year.The frequency of posting to Moments has decreased, and I no longer chat with unfamiliar people.

Xiang Mo couldn't say why, but at this moment, he just wanted to talk to Du Chi.Maybe it's because in the documentary channel, only Du Chi knows him best.

"I know, a high degree of order." There was no one else in the theater, and Du Chi didn't have to pay attention to the volume. "I've seen the pyramids, and they are geometric shapes with accurate proportions and precise lines."

"I like this style very much, especially the Abu Simbel Temple. The carvings at the entrance are very disciplined and beautiful." Speaking of this, Xiang Mo felt a little regretful, "I just haven't seen it yet."

"Why don't you go?" Du Chi chatted with Xiang Mo, "If you want to go, I can be your tour guide."

"After opening the studio, I don't have time to travel far." Xiang Mo thought for a while, but he really couldn't make time, so he asked Du Chi again, "Where else have you been to?"

"A lot." Du Chi said, "Parthenon Temple, Hagia Sophia Cathedral, Notre Dame Cathedral, etc."

"Then you must know the difference between Gothic architecture and Baroque architecture."

"of course."

The two were chatting, and the topic had already moved away from Egypt.Originally, Xiang Mo was the one who was most annoyed by chatting while watching movies, but he became addicted to chatting with Du Chi unknowingly, and even a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Xiang Mo was sitting on Du Chi's left, and when he turned his head to chat, the light from the screen hit his side face, and he could just see the clear dimples on his face.

When the topic came to the history of Chinese art, Du Chi stared at Xiang Mo's right cheek and suddenly asked, "Why don't you like kissing?"

The topic changed so abruptly, Xiang Mo was taken aback for a moment, and he was too happy to talk, so he unconsciously expressed his thoughts: "Because that's something only lovers can do."

"You mean you can't kiss without feelings?" Du Chi raised his eyebrows and asked.

Xiang Mo heard a bit of teasing, turned his head, looked at the screen and said, "Yes."

"I didn't expect you to be so naive, artist." Du Chi smiled and said, "But I'm also naive."

There is no man in the world who is not naive.Xiang Mo was not angry, and said in a flat tone: "We are very similar."

"Yes." Du Chi repeated Xiang Mo's words in a low voice, "We are very similar."

When the film ended, the commercial film next door ended just as well.

A large number of young people who left the show crowded in the elevator room, waiting for the only two elevators to reach the floor.

At this time, the shopping mall has long been closed, and except for the movie theater, it is dark all around.

If it was only Xiang Mo himself, he would probably wait until the rush hour was over before taking the elevator. Du Chi was obviously different from him in this matter. As soon as the elevator arrived, he would wrap his arms around Xiang Mo's waist, taking advantage of his height, to take Xiang Mo The ink ribbon entered the elevator.

The overweight alarm did not sound, and people who were unwilling to wait were still squeezing in.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi were quickly squeezed into a corner of the car, with Du Chi in front and Xiang Mo behind, their shoulders touching tightly.

But from now on, no matter how crowded the people in front were, Du Chi never leaned back, leaving enough room for Xiang Mo to stand.

Watching the numbers on the elevator panel keep getting smaller, Xiang Mo found in a daze that getting along with Du Chi seemed really comfortable.

It is the kind of comfort that does not feel uncomfortable after changing one's habits.

The way back was even quieter, the surrounding streets fell into a deep sleep, only the street lights were still accompanying the two of them.

Xiang Mo and Du Chi continued to chat about the topics in the movie theater, and when they arrived at the door, they still had something to say.

Sanmao excitedly ran out of the house to meet the two, while Sanmei followed listlessly, transformed into a cat, cat, and nestled by the studio door, lazily looking at the two and the dog in the yard.

After spending a little time comforting San Mao, Xiang Mo and Du Chi went upstairs one after the other, and arrived at the door of the bedroom on the second floor.

Du Chi stopped suddenly, and Xiang Mo also slowed down opening the door.

A tacit undercurrent surged between the two, and Xiang Mobu resisted inviting Du Chi to his room, but the chat just now was too pleasant, and it was rare for him to open up his true self and communicate with others on a spiritual level. Mo didn't want to end up with emotionless sex.

Judging by Du Chi's appearance, he seemed to have the same concerns, otherwise with his style, he should have already pressed Xiang Mo against the door.

Of course, apart from this reason, Xiang Mo didn't want to affect his normal sleep now that the time was past midnight.

In other words, his desire to have sex with Du Chi was not enough to make him give up sleeping.

"Good night." Xiang Mo said.

Du Chi's expression didn't change, he was still lazy and casual. Obviously, like Xiang Mo, he didn't have a strong desire to have sex.But he still stood still, looked at Xiang Mo and asked, "Can I have a goodnight kiss?"

There was a deviation in the satisfactory tacit understanding, and Xiang Mo frowned slightly: "I said it, it was—"

things between lovers.

Xiang Mo couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.

"I know." Du Chi interrupted Xiang Mo casually, "But I still want to kiss you."

Xiang Mo was startled when he heard the words, what does this mean?

Before Xiang Mo could react, Du Chi took a step forward, put his arms around his lower back, and kissed him lightly on the spot of his dimple: "Good night."

When the voice-activated lights in the corridor were turned off, the sound of footsteps going up the stairs just disappeared on the third floor.

The dim light coming in from the kitchen failed to drive away the darkness in the corridor, and Xiang Mo stood at the door of the room in a daze, his heartbeat was so outrageously chaotic as before.

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Du Chi: Oops, I lost my mind.