A flash of cold-tuned electric light flashed across the sky, and the Yudouzi, which was sincere in both weight and quantity, was still smashing vigorously. Against the background of such a lively atmosphere outside, the bookstore with a rare number of people gathered It seemed too quiet.
Li Zhiqing was tightly held in the arms of the man, and he looked at Song Junlin who was stuck at the door of the shop in a daze and did not immediately go forward. This silly expression was placed on a face that caused pain, and it was hard to reveal a few words. Very cute and innocent taste.
Due to the angle, Song Junlin couldn't see the face of the man in black, but he could clearly see Li Zhiqing's sideways face from the man's arms.
He grinned and thought to himself: Oh my God, this young man is really good-looking.
And Li Zhiqing only had the same sentence in his mind: Who the hell is this person who hugged him and didn't let go? !
If reality could add special effects like anime, his hair would probably be stiff and stretched at this moment.
The store was silent for a few seconds, but it seemed like ten minutes had passed.
Song Junlin suddenly realized that it was not very polite to stare at the young man, so he hurriedly looked around the bookshelf, and when he looked at Li Zhiqing again, he found that the other party was still looking at him with wide eyes, and there seemed to be a little bit of surprise in his expression.
Song Junlin was puzzled for two seconds, then came to his senses.
The two big men on the opposite side hug each other so intimately, it is very likely that it is an unusual relationship that surpasses same-sex friendship. He suddenly broke in and bumped into each other, which probably frightened the young man into a daze.
"It's okay, don't be nervous." Song Junlin put the umbrella into the umbrella stand behind the door, and said with a smile, "My job is to draw comics on the Internet, and I have read a little bit of related works. I think this is normal."
normal
Li Zhiqing didn't understand what he meant, how is it normal to be hugged by a strange man for no reason and not let go
The arms behind him were firm and strong, and Li Zhiqing's face was pressed against the upper part of the man's chest. Through the clothes, he could feel the softness of his chest and the slightest coolness.
He regained his composure, struggled twice but failed to break free, seeing that the man didn't intend to let go of him at all, he squeezed out a voice from his vaguely tense voice: "... let me go."
After the words fell, Li Zhiqing obviously felt that he was hugged tighter by the other party.
The man seemed to be a little bit resistant to this sentence, but he quickly let go of his strength, let go of his hand obediently, and stood still and stared at him.
Li Zhiqing took two steps back, the hair on the back of his neck was still standing on end.
At this time, he realized more deeply that the man is really tall, even though there are still a few steps between him, he still needs to lift his chin to meet his gaze.
The man's facial features are stern, without any expression, no matter the corners of his mouth or eyebrows are indifferent and hard lines, only his eyes show a little bit of human warmth.
Li Zhiqing could even see a trace of joy and joy in his eyes, and there seemed to be something inexplicable...
... obedience
Li Zhiqing was looked at by him with such eyes, and he couldn't help thinking of the Labrador raised by his uncle at home. There was a stalk in his heart, and he felt that he might be a little dazzled after the scare just now.
He looked at the tall and silent man in front of him, then at Song Junlin who was smiling brightly, wiped his forehead to calm himself down, and asked the latter first: "Are you... Song Junlin?"
"That's right, that's the one who came to rent the house." Song Junlin had a piece of unshaven stubble around his mouth, and twisted it back and forth as he spoke, "Is Boss Tang in the store? He's seen me several times .”
Li Zhiqing didn't answer the question of Tang Shunshi's presence, but turned around and asked the unthreatening man in front of him: "Then who are you?"
The man stood upright, and when Li Zhiqing was speaking, he moved his eyes to his lips, trying to imitate the opening and closing of his lips, and finally the corners of his lips moved, and his mouth opened a little, but it still failed Make noise.
This can't be blamed on him, after all, he hasn't expressed anything in words for a long time, let alone communicate with others, and now he inevitably feels powerless to speak.
"What are you doing in the store?"
The man kept silent.
Li Zhiqing saw that the only automatic umbrella on the umbrella stand was the one brought by Song Junlin, and asked him, "It's raining so heavily outside, didn't you have an umbrella when you came?"
The man was silent.
Li Zhiqing said in his heart, what the hell, is this not only a facial paralysis but also a mute
"You don't know each other?" Song Junlin was a little puzzled after listening to Li Zhiqing's questions to the man, "Then you two just now..."
Why were they hugging each other just now
Li Zhiqing looked at Song Junlin and explained helplessly: "I thought he was you before and wanted to shake hands with him, but he got it wrong and thought I wanted to hug him."
Song Junlin was amused by the oolong, and walked in with a suitcase in his hand, and instinctively looked at the man's face after getting closer.
As soon as he looked up, the man glanced at him lightly.
Song Junlin's heart twitched, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared on the back of his neck.
It's not that the man looks scary, it's simply that his expression is too indifferent, there is no warmth in his eyes, and he feels chills in his heart when he looks at him, Song Junlin is so glanced at by him that he doesn't even care to see the man's facial features contour.
Song Junlin hurriedly pulled his eyes away, swallowed hard, and looked at the man a second time without the confidence.
He was worried, but Li Zhiqing looked at the man more carefully. He found that except for the glance he cast on Song Junlin just now, the other party's eyes were glued to him from beginning to end.
The man stood on the spot and let Li Zhiqing look around, his eyes became more gentle as time went by, and there was no trace of danger leaking from his body, giving the impression that he was quite friendly.
Li Zhiqing gestured to Song Junlin to wait a moment, and said to the man, "I'm going upstairs now, and I don't know what you're going to do if you don't speak. If you don't have anything urgent, I can temporarily assume that you came to the store to escape." Is it raining?"
The man hesitated, then nodded.
"I'll come down later, if you need any help, you can tell me then." Li Zhiqing thought that it might not be convenient for him to speak, so he quickly added, "It's okay to express, you can use the chair over there Go sit."
The man didn't follow his fingers to look at the soft chair, and after nodding, he raised the corners of his lips stiffly.
Li Zhiqing raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, took a step forward and raised his hands: "Although you look innocent and harmless, you don't look like a criminal, but just to be on the safe side, can I check your pockets?"
The man nodded again, and opened his arms hanging by his sides slightly in cooperation.
Li Zhiqing touched him and found that the man didn't even have a pocket on him, so he couldn't help laughing: "Then you can rest here, I'll go up first."
Song Junlin stepped up the stairs in Li Zhiqing's footsteps, and wanted to laugh, but it was a wry smile.
Just based on the man's glance at him just now, he can't have anything to do with "pure and harmless". This young man named Li Zhiqing must have bad eyesight.
"If you leave a stranger in the store, you are not afraid that he will steal something and run away?" Song Junlin felt that Li Zhiqing who was walking in front was the one who was truly innocent and harmless, so he couldn't help reminding him.
"It's just that shabby bookstore. Is there anything he can steal." Li Zhiqing smiled carelessly, took out the key and opened the door, then turned to wink at him, "The most valuable thing in the store is me, he can't keep Let me steal it."
When Song Junlin heard this, he chuckled.
Needless to say, if Li Zhiqing intends to rely on his appearance for a living, his face does seem to be quite valuable.
Different from the shabby and simple bookstore on the first floor, the house on the second floor is decorated simply and elegantly, with complete living facilities and good lighting. Song Junlin finally walked into the bedroom he wanted to rent, feeling satisfied from head to toe.
Li Zhiqing took off a rubber band on his wrist to his fingertips, tied his hair skillfully behind his head, removed the dust cover on the bed, and helped Song Junlin change into the bedding he brought.
He turned his back to the floor lamp in the room, his figure was cut by the warm light, and his whole body seemed to be glowing, as eye-catching as the elf prince in the movie.
Song Junlin saw the ends of his hair dangling behind him, and couldn't help asking him: "You look like you're twenty years old at most. The school rules and regulations in our country are so strict. How did you keep your hair so long?"
"I don't have much time in the country, and those rules and regulations are out of my control." Li Zhiqing replied with a smile.
"I used to grow braids when I was a child. My mother let me do it, but when I was in primary school, my teacher asked me to shave my hair short." Song Junlin chatted with him, "There is a saying in our hometown that children who are weak should have long hair. , the body, hair and skin of the parents, when the hair grows, it can bind the soul and prevent the child from dying early."
Li Zhiqing was about to shake off the bed sheet when he heard this and paused.
"It's said that the more pain parents get, the tighter they are. I can't remember the details." Song Junlin clicked his tongue, and finally smiled, "When I was born, I weighed nine catties, and I was as strong as a piglet. There is no need to bind the soul."
Li Zhiqing listened to him with lowered eyes, straightened the bed sheet neatly, stood up straight and smiled: "Okay, the rest is up to you to clean up, I'll go and see if that person is still there."
Song Junlin was about to nod, but Li Zhiqing had already opened the door and left. He went down the stairs and looked up, and found that the man hadn't moved the chair to sit down at all, and was still standing there quietly looking at him.
Just as Li Zhiqing was about to speak, the man suddenly opened his mouth and spoke three words inexperiencedly.
His voice is deep and hoarse, like the ancient strings of an ancient piano that has been buried underground for thousands of years, and the first time he plays it, it shows an intoxicating charm of vicissitudes amidst the difficulty.
But Li Zhiqing obviously couldn't appreciate the man's voice at the moment, and he couldn't be surprised that the man wasn't dumb either.
He felt that his ears were probably going to be useless, so he froze for a moment and raised his eyebrows, with an unbelievably stupid look: "Huh?"
The man looked at him intently, and repeated, this time the opening was much smoother than before.
He said slowly and clearly, "I want you."