Flight of the Bumblebee

Chapter 48 chapter 48

It was dark, the rain had stopped, and the weather forecast never counted.

After dinner, He Qi stood on the wet roof after the rain, leaning against the railing and looking up at the sky.

There is a hazy full moon in the sky, hiding behind the dark clouds, and not a single star can be seen in the whole sky.The cool wind hits, and it is cold, which makes people think of the old saying "the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is high".

Xing Yan was sweeping the water in the house. He was obviously used to this type of housework, and he would never be surprised to see water flowing across the house like a stream like the first time.

He Qi moved a chair, he was not in the mood to look at the sea of ​​lights that were still flowing on the road, but focused on Xing Yan in the house, his eyes were obviously in a daze, and Xing Yan himself couldn't tell if he was looking at him, Or have something to say to him.When he stopped and put his eyes on He Qi's empty face, he was finally sure that those eyes were not looking at him, but crossed him, and placed them in an infinite distance, a place that Xing Yan could not reach.

He felt inexplicably sad, especially when Niuniu left in the afternoon.

What are you thinking right now?What dream did he have in the afternoon?

There is no doubt that today is a bad day, for both of them.

How much Xing Yan hopes, how can he pour out his troubled emotions to him.It would be great if two people could be truly honest with each other.

The worry about He Qi overshadowed the sadness of parting from the mother and daughter downstairs.Although Niuniu's departure made him sad, but He Qi's expression made him feel extremely distressed.This is probably the difference in the heart of the loved one and others, although the loved one knows nothing about it.

He washed the clothes, swept the floor, and cleaned up the dishes and tables after dinner.From tomorrow, in this city, they will only have each other.How can he say that he is an isolated island, and Xing Yan is a ghost ship that floats from nowhere, drifting unsteadily with the ocean of lights and stranded here, the fate is really wonderful.

When he said this, he showed an expression that Xing Yan had never seen before.

Xing Yan was about to walk out of the house with a split broom in his hand.

The moon came out and shone gloomily on him. The ground was wet, and there were puddles that hadn't dried in time.I heard that it will rain tomorrow, and the number of typhoons this year is less than in previous years. It is probably the follow-up effect of the El Niño phenomenon that He Qi does not quite understand.Last winter, the tin house was as cold as a large icehouse. He bought some charcoal and wanted to burn it for warmth, but he was afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning.At that time, such a piece of news would come out every once in a while, that someone in a certain hotel committed suicide by burning charcoal, or died for love, or lived impatiently.Put a burning stove in the house, and die unconsciously in sleep.He was so scared that he put the charcoal he bought back on the night when the north wind was blowing in the winter, wrapped himself in thick clothes and grilled on the roof of the building, and slept wrapped in a quilt after eating.The bed is cold, the quilt is cold, the walls are cold, and the roof is cold. No matter how you cover your hands and feet, you will not be able to warm them up.His father called and asked him if he wanted to go home for the New Year. He talked about his trip to Sanya with his stepmother and his younger sister, and said that the white sand and warm sea water there were completely different from the place where he lived.

How rare is it to tell Xing Yan that he was hiding in the quilt and crying silently, wiping his tears secretly, and his voice was still pretending to be okay.But that day was really cold. He had never experienced such a cold and long night since he was a child.

He smiled and told him about these things, with a free and easy expression on his face. After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to tell Xing Yan that you must have had a hard time wandering. Last winter was so cold, and the streets must be worse than the rooftops. cold.

Xing Yan stood at the door clutching the broom tightly, a warm current hit his chest, he had never felt such a wronged moment, the suffering he suffered while wandering was vivid in his mind.A man in his 20s with tears in his eyes really shouldn't be crying like a child.But he just couldn't control his emotions. In front of He Qi, he didn't seem to need to hide his emotions at all. No matter how bad or ugly he looked, He Qi would never despise him.Xing Yan felt so from the bottom of his heart.In his eyes, he has long been stripped to pieces, and the core inside is bloody stretched open. Except for his feelings for him, Xing Yan has nothing to hide from him.

He Qi raised his neck, smiled helplessly, and said to him, you are crying again, why are you always crying, it is really embarrassing, you are obviously taller than me.

Xing Yan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and replied, "I don't know why, maybe no one has ever treated me so well, I can't stop crying when I see you.

How can you say, then you can rely on me as much as you want, anyway, I think I am much more reliable than you.

He smiled, don't worry, I'm already relying on you.

Why did he make a gesture of shuddering and told him that he was already addicted?You are really scary, I think I want to avoid you far away.

Xing Yan said, I will find you wherever you hide.

Then I will go home.

I will go to your house to find you.

I go to heaven.

I will find you in heaven.

What if I die?

I have no choice but to bury myself by your side.

You are terrible.

After speaking, he turned around, leaned out of the railing, looked at the dark balcony below, and said to Xing Yan: "Do you think they are home?"

Xing Yan said: "I don't know, Sister Wang hasn't called me yet, maybe she's still in the car."

"Did you see Niuniu's expression before she left? It's really distressing. What do you think she should do in the future? It would be great if someone could help her."

Xing Yan stood behind silent, he didn't know how to reply.

Looking at the sea of ​​lights in the distance, He Qi sighed and said, "It would be great if every child had a carefree and happy childhood."

Parents are alive, the family is harmonious and happy, there is no need to worry about not having enough food and sleep; there are people who love you, and there is enough time to play; childhood has no worries, no endless tears and bitterness, if everyone can grow up so ordinary Enough.

Xing Yan enlightened him from behind, no one's life is perfect.

He was obviously surprised when he heard this sentence, turned his head to look at Xing Yan and said, "It's really not like what you said."

Xing Yan said: "Really?"

"Yeah, what you said sounds like what I said."

He smiled: "Then I must have learned it from you."

"Don't you think it's too much for you to live in mine and steal my ideas?" He Qi said pretending to be angry.

Xing Yan smiled and said, "I don't think so."

"I'm tired of standing, find me a stool." He ordered.

Without saying a word, Xing Yan put down the broom in his hand, moved the chair in front of him, and He Qi stared at him, making him feel a little uncomfortable: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you." He Qi said.

"See what I do?" He lowered his head.

He Qi was silent for a while, and said, "See if you listen to me for everything."

He smiled wryly, "Is there anything else I wouldn't listen to you?"

"I made a big discovery today, do you want to hear it?"

"What?" Xing Yan made an expression of listening attentively.

"I found that—" He Qi deliberately teased his appetite, and drew his tone too long: "I've become more and more lazy recently, and it's all your fault."

Xing Yan said in surprise, "What's wrong with me?"

He sat on the chair that Xing Yan brought for him, raised his head and said to him: "You have done all the housework, and now I don't even bother to wash the dishes, and I say it's not your fault."

Xing Yan really wanted to tell him: Just be content with yourself!

But what came out of his mouth was: "Is this not good?"

He Qi obviously hesitated, he struggled violently in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "It's not bad..." Later he gave up resolutely, and said "forget it" without beginning and end, which made Xing Yan look displeased looked at him complacently.

He turned the chair around, sat facing the sea of ​​lights in the distance, and said with his back to Xing Yan, "Go and do your work, I'm going to stay here for a while."

Xing Yan went in obediently.

He picked up the broom and went to the bathroom to wash it. When he came out, he saw He Qi resting his hands on the railing, and the wind was blowing from below. He sneezed, touched his nose with his hands, and looked at the black paint opposite The painted floors are in a daze.

He put Niuniu's electronic piano on the table, plugged it in, sat at the table, thought about it, and started playing.

The sound quality of the cheap electronic piano bought in the supermarket is terrible, but Xing Yan doesn't care.He Qi heard his music, turned his head from a daze, and looked in the direction of the music. Xing Yan was sitting in the door, playing under the light.

This is also the movie soundtrack he is familiar with, and Xing Yan always knows how to match it to his liking.

In the black-and-white film, Ingrid Bergman walks into Bogart’s tavern in Casablanca, and says to the black pianist played by Dooley Wilson, in a small town that still maintains a peaceful surface on the European continent full of gunpowder:

"Play it once, Sam, for the sake of the old days."

This song was kept in the heart of the owner of the tavern for many years, until she reappeared, and Sam played it again and again.

"There are so many towns in the world, and there are so many pubs in the towns, but she walked into mine."

"As time goes by".

Xing Yan didn't sit in front of the piano and sing while playing like in the movie, he just played the notes.

He Qi walked in silently, stood behind him and looked at him.After he finished playing this song, he asked, "Have you and I watched this movie together? Why can't I remember it?"

Xing Yan stopped, turned to look at him and said, "No, I found it from your hard drive."

"You like this movie too?"

He honestly replied: "I like it very much."

He Qi asked, "Have you never seen it before?"

Xing Yan shook his head, he rested his fingers on the keys again, and repeated the song.

He Qi asked him again: "What do you like about this movie?"

He heard Xing Yan laugh lightly, and shook his head while playing and said to him: "I can't tell. But when I watched it, I was thinking, if I have a chance to watch it again with you..."

"how?"

"It should look better." He said in a low voice.

"Then what are you waiting for?" He Qi took out the computer that was put aside, sat on the bed, and said to Xing Yan: "Come on, sit here, let's watch a movie today!"

Xing Yan's hands were still on the keys, he stopped playing, stood up, walked to the bed, and lay down beside He Qi.

Like all the previous nights when there was nothing to do but to pass the time with movies, they opened this old black and white film side by side.Ingrid walked into Bogart's hotel, she was so beautiful.The familiar piano music played, and a heavy head rested on Xing Yan's shoulders——He Qi fell asleep again.

He looked at the clock, it was 11:30, he was sleepy a little early today, maybe he was tired.Xing Yan put his hand on his forehead again and checked his temperature.Fortunately, the skin under the palm was cold and there was no sign of fever.

Ever since he woke up from his nap, Xing Yan has been worried about him.The sneezing just now made his heart rise to his throat, for fear that he would catch a cold while standing in the wind.He Qi's mood today is too unlike his usual, which makes Xing Yan have a bad premonition.He gently laid him flat on the bed, covered him with the quilt, put away the computer, and then squatted beside the bed, looking at He Qi's sleeping face as if praying, boldly rubbed his nose gently with his fingertips, His tightly closed eyelids, his slightly parted lips and the fluff at the corners of his mouth.

He doesn't seem to have grown a beard much, and his body seems to be undeveloped. In his impression, he has the bones of a teenager, and the skin on his back is fair and smooth.

Xing Yan stared at his sleeping profile, and suddenly saw a black spot on his earlobe.He touched it with his fingers strangely, and there was a cold touch from the fingertips. After careful inspection, it was indeed an unclosed ear hole.He stood up and looked at his other ear, there was nothing there.Xing Yan had a strange thought in his mind: he had his ears pierced?Still only hit one side?What does it mean?Is there also a period of rebellion?He carefully looked at this face that always advertised that he was a good boy, and he couldn't help but feel that the person in front of him was hiding something, and he couldn't help but feel funny.

What is it like to be in the rebellious period?Will you quarrel with adults while waving your fists?

I really want to know--

He wanted to understand every period of He Qi.

The night began to become restless, the night thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, how peacefully he fell asleep, fortunately he couldn't hear the disturbing thunder.

Xing Yan stood up, opened his folding bed, lay on his side on the bed, and whispered to He Qi:

"Good night."

He fell asleep again at night.

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