Qi Feiyun didn't realize that Sheng Guangming was going to sell the house until he saw the manager and the agent coming up with people, and other people's affairs had nothing to do with him. He pushed the door and entered the house, but the house was dark.
No one at home.
"Is this place nice?" Sheng Guangming leaned against a wall with a smile on his face.
Yan Shuang walked around the empty store, "It's great, there are so many equipments, it's not easy to find this place in such a short time, isn't it?"
"It's okay," Sheng Guangming said lightly, "It's all in the same circle. Wherever there is a store to be transferred, everyone will share the information."
He said it very simply, as if everything was a coincidence.
Yan Shuang knew that he didn't want to make him feel guilty.
In Sheng Guangming's heart, he always regards Yan Shuang as a kind person who is cold on the outside and warm-hearted on the inside.
No matter how ruthless Yan Shuang behaved, he was not good at expressing his inner warmth.
Once a person's eyes are covered with filters, it is very difficult to take them off.
This is very conducive to the development of his work, Yan Shuang thought with relief.
"The location is not bad either." Yan Shuang stretched out his arms and sat on the empty cooking table. "It should be very expensive."
"Fortunately, besides the house, I still have a little savings."
Yan Shuang: ... He is the poorest!
"Brother Sheng," Yan Shuang said with a smile, dangling his feet, "When the shop opens, I'll come and work for you, okay?"
"You are still studying, what kind of job do you have?"
"I have been working part-time. I have worked as a cashier at a convenience store, distributed flyers at a gas station, and worked part-time at a fast food restaurant..."
The shop lights shone from above Yan Shuang's head, covering him in a bright halo, Sheng Guangming leaned his hands on the wall and listened quietly.
Time was so slow and the surroundings were so quiet, Sheng Guangming only saw one person in the busiest part of the city.
"very impressive."
After Yan Shuang finished speaking, Sheng Guangming praised him softly, "Yan Shuang, you are amazing."
Yan Shuang propped his hands on the cooking table, and smiled frankly when he heard the words, "That's true."
Sheng Guangming also laughed.
The two smiled at each other, their eyes sparkling. Yan Shuang smiled and turned his face away to cover up his eyes. He looked at the lights on the street outside the window, but his eyes suddenly froze. The smile also froze on the corner of his lips.
Sheng Guangming was still racing in his heart. Seeing Yan Shuang's unusual appearance, he followed his gaze and looked out of the window.
Shops open on the street can see the scenery on the street through the window glass along the street, and similarly, people on the street can also see inside the window.
Under the street lamp on the opposite street, a pitch-black car was parked, and the bright white light of the street lamp illuminated the car extremely brightly, but what was more eye-catching was the people who were waiting at the station.
Pedestrians come and go, and he stands beside the car, as if he alone created another scene in this bustling Ukiyo-e.
Sheng Guangming turned his head to look at Yan Shuang, who was staring at him through the window.
Sheng Guangming licked his lips, lowered his head, and looked outside again.
The beautiful young man who could easily touch Yan Shuang's heartstrings has disappeared.
That expensive car carrying the equally noble young master disappeared into the vast night.
Sheng Guangming was slightly startled, and looked at the direction of the vehicle for a long time before turning his face away.
Yan Shuang was looking at the street lamp, blinking his eyes, the original look of devotion disappeared immediately, he walked out of that person's gaze, and changed back to the unfeeling Yan Shuang, who lowered his head and laughed at himself Smiled, "The street lights here are too dazzling."
Sheng Guangming stopped persuading him.
He knew that persuasion was useless, and what he said would only make Yan Shuang more sad.
A person like Yan Shuang, who seems to care nothing about playing in the world, also has a taboo that is really taken to heart and buried in his heart, and no one else can touch it.
If he thought so, Sheng Guangming would feel lucky.
It's not that he has no heart, it's just that this heart has been given to someone else.
"Go back," Sheng Guangming said slowly, "Doctor Qi should be in a hurry."
Yan Shuang frowned lightly, "When we are together, can you not mention others?"
Sheng Guangming actually felt a bit of sadness for Qi Feiyun.
Forget it, it's not his turn to pity others. Compared to Qi Feiyun, he just takes it easy.
"it is good."
The two locked the door together and prepared to go back. Yan Shuang said, "Where's your motorcycle?"
Sheng Guangming said: "Give it back to a friend."
"I want to go out on a motorcycle tomorrow." Yan Shuang said.
"Okay," Sheng Guangming said with a smile, "I'll take you for a ride then."
When Yan Shuang opened the door, the whole room was brightly lit.
Qi Feiyun was sitting on the sofa, holding in his hand the bible with an old cover that he was about to rummage through.
Yan Shuang quietly took off his coat at the door, changed his shoes, and after changing his slippers, he walked to the sofa, threw the Bible in Qi Feiyun's hand aside without saying a word, and sat on Qi Feiyun's body without saying a word , without explaining why he came home late, he simply raised his head and kissed Qi Feiyun's thin lips.
There was no need for communication between them, Yan Shuang had been conveying such a message.
He unilaterally cut off the channel, just like treating an unconscious puppet, just satisfying his own wishes.
"Ms. Qi, are you distracted?" Yan Shuang hooked his neck with a smile on his face, "Are you sure you want to spend your time like this on the last night?"
Qi Feiyun turned his face and stared into Yan Shuang's eyes, "The last night?"
"Why pretend to be stupid," Yan Shuang said coldly, "Mr. Qi, you are so smart, didn't you already see it? - I'm already tired of it."
The cold words were accompanied by the gentle movement of untying the tie.
He was right.
He has already seen the bottomless progress bar.
It stands to reason that the relationship itself had begun extremely abnormally.
This is not a healthy relationship and is destined to die at some point like this.
It's just that Yan Shuang brought it up first.
A relationship like this can be re-established at any time as long as the flesh is pleasing to the eye and feels compatible.
It's just a matter of indifference.
Qi Feiyun opened his lips to enclose Yan Shuang's.
"Who will be next?" Qi Feiyun caressed her soft and fair cheeks, and asked in a low voice, "Sheng Guangming?"
"Well," Yan Shuang kissed his ear with a smile, "He's so cute, do you know that? He obviously has a crush on me, and he persuaded me to have a good time with you."
"Really?" Qi Feiyun sat quietly, like an unconscious statue, "Then he is really a good man."
Soft lips slid over the tips of the ears, Qi Feiyun suddenly grabbed the back of Yan Shuang's hand behind him, and opened the distance between the two, Qi Feiyun stared into Yan Shuang's eyes.
From the first time I saw these eyes, Qi Feiyun felt that these eyes were very charming, they were too clean to belong to this world, they were too clear, showing a kind of calmness and even cruel sharpness, they were not like mirrors, but more like flashing eyes. The shining tip of the knife reflects everyone's reflection.
In Yan Shuang's eyes... what was he like
"What do you remember?" Qi Feiyun said lightly.
As for the confusion of the brain, it is the same as the relationship between the two of them. They are both tacit to each other. Yan Shuang never asks, and occasionally reveals some clues, such as the conversation that Qi Feiyun was worried about.
Qi Feiyun never asked directly, because it was like admitting his failure in disguise.
Now there is no need to care about winning or losing.
It doesn't make sense anymore.
It's almost over anyway.
"I remember everything that should be remembered." Yan Shuang said casually.
The next question should be - do you remember how you got to where you are now
Qi Feiyun looked into those eyes, asked or not
Yan Shuang smiled on his tense face, "I don't remember anything I shouldn't."
It's so ambiguous again, as if deliberately trying to make people suspicious.
Qi Feiyun let go, and Yan Shuang stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and he smiled at him, "Be happy, be festive, don't stretch your face so long, don't tell me you're not happy when you're with me?"
"Take it as a dream," Yan Shuang lowered her head, touching the tip of her nose to his, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qi, I always try to be kind. I won't lie to a good partner like you." , If you don’t love, you don’t love, no matter how hard you try, you’ll just embarrass yourself, after tonight, forget about me.”
The lips slowly pressed against the two lips that were always calmly pursed, and Yan Shuang's voice became deeper and deeper, "The next time we meet again, I hope it will be on the operating table..."
The rest of the words were blocked by Qi Feiyun's kiss.
The doctor finally understood how firm the decision to separate was for Yan Shuang.
The last time he hugged him with both arms, Qi Feiyun looked down at him and said coldly: "Then never see you again."
He walked towards the bedroom step by step with the light body in his arms.
His judgment is so accurate.
When he first saw this young man, he had a premonition—he was going to hell, beyond redemption.
As the ancient teachings say, before being tortured by extreme pain, the devil must be tempted by bliss first, everything is cyclical, and all living beings cannot escape.
The soft bed sags.
This may be the last time it carried the weight of two people.
They still hit it off, they were fine, they still slept in each other's arms after the kiss, but they both knew it was the last night.
Qi Feiyun's sleep has never been so shallow, when the person in his arms gently pulled his arm away, he woke up almost instantly.
He didn't open his eyes, pretending to be still asleep.
There was the sound of water splashing from the bathroom behind him.
Qi Feiyun kept his eyes closed.
After a while, the bathroom door opened, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance after bathing, and Qi Feiyun heard the delicate sound of getting dressed.
Yan Shuang obviously moved very carefully not to wake him up.
At times like this, it's really considerate.
It wasn't until the bedroom door was gently closed that Qi Feiyun opened his eyes.
The side of the gray bed was still sunken and there were traces of someone lying there, and even the unique smell of that person remained in the air.
It seems... he hasn't left yet.
Qi Feiyun slowly closed his eyes.
This might really be a dream he had.
When it was time to wake up, he was still pretending to be asleep.