On the first day of the new year, Shengwang's mobile phone started buzzing at 6 o'clock.
Without opening his eyes, he stretched out a hand from the duvet and touched the pillow with a forehead of getting up. As a result, the phone did not touch, but the vibration stopped by itself.
A question mark slowly appeared on Sheng Wang's sleepy head.
He was in a short period of time after a hangover, and he didn't realize where he was for a while, and he couldn't immediately remember what he experienced last night. He was just going through the mechanical routine of each morning—the alarm went off and he had to turn it off to get up.
As a result, I didn't need him to turn it off today, and the alarm clock went off on its own. Then someone grabbed his hand, which was stroking around the pillow, and stuffed it back into the quilt.
The warmth was wrapped up, and the consciousness began to sink unsteadily again. He lay on the pillow for a few seconds, suddenly realized that something was wrong, and raised his head like a corpse.
The curtains were not drawn, so I couldn't see what the weather was like outside, but the room was warm and dim.
Jiang Tian seemed to have just woken up, and there was still drowsiness between his brows. Sheng Wang saw him bring his cell phone from the bedside table, glanced at the screen and said, "6:05, do you have a job?"
His voice was low, with a sleepy hoarseness. After speaking, as if he was afraid that someone could not remember the day, he added: "Today's New Year's Day."
In fact, Jiang Tian usually wakes up at this point. If the weather is good, I will run in the morning, and if it is rainy, I will enter the laboratory early. However, the demonic wind in Beijing's deep winter is so strong that it can blow the little girl backwards, so he won't go to the wind to seek abuse these days.
Today is a rare exception, it's not that I can't get up, I just want to bring back some innocuous little habits of someone, such as lazy sleep during holidays.
Sheng Wang was at a loss, his eyes were still bright in the dark, and he looked at Jiang Tian without blinking, as if he was slowly sorting out the ins and outs from yesterday to this morning.
After a few seconds, he lay back on the pillow and whispered, "No work."
In a way, he does resemble his cat son. The moment he wakes up, his hair will explode with alertness, and when he finds that nothing is wrong, he will slowly soften and slump back into the nest.
He finally realized that he could sleep in late, his nerves relaxed, and he let the sleepy roll wrap his head.
"It was originally something." His voice was rusty, as if he didn't want to move his tongue too much, and the pauses between the words were very long, like a half-dream and half-awakened chatting, "The client is not a person, I was going to be away for seven days. , take up all the New Year's Day holiday."
Jiang Tian enjoyed this long-lost complaint. He didn't say "I heard about it", but just said "um", and Ren Shengwang said lazily.
A sleepy person's thinking is faulty, and the content is also very jumpy. After he said "originally", his breathing slowed down, as if he had fallen asleep.
After a few seconds, he suddenly said again: "The customer looks like Xu Dazui, you know, I want to hide my phone when I see him."
Jiang Tian laughed deeply.
Sheng Wang's reaction couldn't keep up with what he said. After he complained, he remembered that he should ask, "Do you remember Xu Dazui of the Political and Religious Office?" Hearing Jiang Tian's unstoppable low laugh, his raised nerve branches came down again.
It turned out that he was not the only one who was always thinking about the days of the attached middle school. What he remembered, Jiang Tian also remembered.
Time did not insert silence, dazedness and pause in their chatting and laughing, as if they had always walked side by side in those years.
It wasn't until this moment that Sheng Wang really relaxed completely. He changed to a more comfortable position, and said in a half-stuffed voice, "I finished a week's work in two days, so I have a rest today."
He felt Jiang Tian rubbed the back of his head and messed up his hair, but he didn't want to move and fell asleep soon after.
By the time the two really got up, it was nearly 10 o'clock.
When Sheng Wang sat up, he found his long-lost cat son sleeping on the quilt. It picked a gap between the two, filled it with itself, and slept into a long strip, like living in a gap.
Sheng Wang had never really raised a cat, so he couldn't move at all because of its sleeping position: "If I move my legs, will it be squeezed to death?"
"No." Jiang Tian lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "It will kick people away."
The cat was awakened by the movement of the two, and straightened his neck in a confused look, cocking the tip of his nose and facing Sheng Wang face to face. Sheng Wang saw it tumbled twice and was shaky beside the bed. He couldn't help pinching one of its paws: "Will it fall if I let go?"
"No, it's not that stupid." Jiang Tian said again.
Sheng Wang let go, and the cat fell to the floor with a bang.
Jiang Tian: "…"
His expression was the same as when he had eaten rotten rice. The silly son rolled up and ran out of the room, and Sheng Wang fell onto the bed with a smile.
Jiang Tian went to wash his face with a sullen face, and flipped two eggs out of the refrigerator and knocked them in the frying pan. He is always not picky about what he eats, and only requires two things—cooked and non-toxic. So after living abroad for so long, my cooking skills have grown slowly. After thinking about it, only fried eggs are not easy to break, and can deal with someone's extremely picky mouth.
Under his guidance, Sheng Wang found a new toothbrush and towel, and after washing, he walked around the kitchen with the cat in his arms.
Jiang Tian glanced at him several times, and finally couldn't help but say, "Are you going to eat fried eggs with cat hair?"
Sheng Wang felt his throat itch when he heard it. He silently walked a little further, put his finger in the cat's hair and stroked it, and sure enough he caught a hand of cat's hair.
"Why are you like a dandelion?" Sheng Wang patted off the hair in his hand, dragged a robot vacuum cleaner from the sofa, and turned it on to suck the hair.
After a while, his son struggled to jump down, crouched on the robot and began to patrol the territory.
He suddenly remembered how he dragged his grandfather to the street for inspection when he was a child, touched his nose and said that it was really "my own".
It's just that this biological thing is a bit heavy, and the sweeping robot struggled for a while before dying in place.
Sheng Wang waved at the cat and wanted to call it down, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't know the cat's name.
He turned to the kitchen and said, "What's it called?"
Jiang Tian just brought out two plates of fried eggs. He put the plates on the dining table, glanced over here, and said vaguely for some reason: "Call it whatever you want."
Sheng Wang: "?"
While speaking, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Sheng Wang stood up and subconsciously walked over to open the door.
It was Jiang Tian's fellow doctor, who asked at the dinner table, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you have an old classmate?" Sheng Wang tried his best to recall his WeChat business card, and when he remembered it, he seemed to be called Chen Chen.
Today, during the New Year's Day holiday, it snowed again in Beijing. Chen Chen and the others discussed it. They planned to go skiing in Xishan, and then invite the professor to have a good meal to welcome the new year. As a result, after talking for a long time, I didn't see Jiang Tian appearing in the group, so I simply came over and asked.
They are brothers and sisters, and they all know that Jiang Tian is used to getting up early, three hundred and sixty-five days a year is no exception. So when I came to ring the doorbell, I didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw a handsome young man wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray sports trousers looking at him with a confused expression.
Chen Chen's first reaction was: "I'm sorry, I went through the wrong door."
He closed the door by himself, looked up again... No, it's this one!
He silently opened the door again, and saw the handsome guy with a dry smile and said, "Dr. Chen, are you looking for Jiang Tian?"
Chen Chen regained his sanity from the daze, stared at the handsome guy's face for a few seconds, and finally realized that this was the young talent he saw at the dinner that day - old classmate Jiang Tian.
He still remembered the awkward scene when he said something wrong, and the deadlocked and inexplicable atmosphere between Jiang Tian and this classmate.
Look again now-
It is now more than 9 am, and it is snowing heavily outside. There should not be any ordinary friends who are so idle that they are not afraid of the wind and snow.
And this old classmate was still wearing Jiang Tian's usual clothes at home, his hair had not been fully groomed, and his pants were stained with cat hair.
After rational analysis, Chen Chen only had one sentence left in his heart. He finally understood why the atmosphere between the two of them was so subtle that night.
This is where the old classmates meet, this is the unforgettable old love!
Their so-called senior brothers have long been accustomed to Jiang Tian's icy personality. They don't go to dance parties or social gatherings. It's rare for their close relatives to have a meal. So many lively and interesting senior sisters and seniors show their goodwill to him, but he is indifferent. But some girls get more and more courageous, the more they can't move, the more they keep going.
In this way, no one can take him down for so many years.
Never thought…
Chen Chen's soul was flying outside the door, and Sheng Wang was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, the cat son finally inspected the vicinity, couldn't bear to leave him alone, and rushed over to rescue him.
Sheng Wang picked up the cat and held it in his arms. Jiang Tian finally washed his hands and came out of the kitchen.
"Who's here?" He walked over and saw Chen Chen standing stupidly.
Suddenly there was a cat and one more person in front of him, and Chen Chen finally regained his senses.
Jiang Tian asked, "Why are you here? Is there something wrong with the project?"
Chen Chen immediately waved his hand and said, "No! There's nothing wrong with the project. Today is a national holiday. I just didn't see you running in the morning. I'm a little puzzled. Come and have a look."
Jiang Tian glanced out the window silently, and the white snow was boundless: "This kind of morning run?"
Chen Chen: "…"
For the first time in his life, he thought emotional intelligence was a fucking good thing, but unfortunately he didn't. Chen Chen glanced around, and finally laughed dryly. He touched the cat in Shengwang's arms and said, "Can't I just pet the cat? Wangzi?"
In fact, he had never stroked Jiang Tian's cat. He was afraid of dying of such a furry animal, so he even heard the name from the professor. But a cat that can save lives is a good cat, so he greeted the cat and said, "Okay, I really just came to see, I'll go first if I have nothing to do."
After speaking, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran away, not forgetting to close the door for Jiang Tian. Because he ran too fast, he didn't even notice that after he finished shouting "Wangzai", the two people in the room were silent.
Sheng Wang stood with his arms around the cat for a while, then turned to ask Jiang Tian, "Did he just call the cat?"
Jiang Tian looked down at him and moved his lips. It can be seen that he struggled for a while in his heart, and finally broke the jar, turned his head and left with a slumped face.
The expression at that moment was very similar to the way he secretly expressed his goodwill when he was a teenager, and then turned his head and was demolished in front of him.
Sheng Wang suddenly bent his eyes and laughed, and followed behind him reluctantly, like a tail that couldn't be shaken off: "Hey, don't run away."
"Brother." Sheng Wang deliberately didn't let him go.
Jiang Tian was deaf, so he took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and went to the kitchen.
"Jiang Tian." Sheng Wang sauntered to the kitchen again.
Jiang Tian took out two glasses and poured the milk into it.
"Dr. Jiang." Sheng Wang was still conjuring his soul behind.
Jiang Tian squeezed the carton and threw it into the trash can, and returned to the dining table with two cups.
"I already have the same name as the cat, can I still ask for an explanation?" Sheng Wang followed the trend again, trying to tease him with a smile.
Jiang Tian put down the cup, watched his lips opening and closing, and leaned in to block it tightly. They kept kissing until Sheng Wang couldn't hold the cat and reached out to grab the chair, then he stood up straight and said, "You should talk less."
Sheng Wang was kissed so softly that he spurned himself in his heart. He said, "Dream."
When the two were arguing, Sheng Wang's phone suddenly vibrated.
His thoughts were all on Jiang Tian, and he answered the call without looking at the name, with a smile in his voice, and said "Hello".
The other party seemed to be stunned by his smile. After a while, he said, "Why are you so happy? Are you in Beijing these two days? Dad just happened to have something to do, came out for dinner?"