After having dinner at Ji's house, in the rainy season, he took Da Hei and Xiao Hei brought by Er Hei and his sister-in-law, and drove back to his place.
The three cat bags were placed on the back seat, and the cats made soft meows from time to time. Every time I took the cats out during the monsoon, it was like dragging a pet shop.
Park your car in the underground parking lot, carry a cat bag on your back, and hold one in each of your left and right hands.
When I stepped into the elevator during the monsoon rain, I happened to meet the neighbor's wife for a walk home.
"Xiao Ji!" The other party greeted him warmly when he saw him, "You're back from a business trip? It's been a long time this time!"
Ji Yushi nodded politely: "Yes."
The neighbor's wife kindly helped him and brought a cat bag for him. After going upstairs together, he opened the door when the monsoon rained and left.
When the monsoon rains, the cats are released from their bags, and the three cats all run small steps to every corner of the house, with their meat pads on the floor, making a small vibrato in their throats.
Ji Yushi held back for two seconds, stood up and went back to the door, looking out from the cat's eye.
The lights were still on in the quiet corridor, no one was standing at the door of his house staring at the house, and the corridor was empty.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
The cats are hungry.
Like so many lonely nights in the past, during the monsoon, three cat food bowls were cleaned, cat food and canned cat food were poured, and new cat litter was poured in. After doing this, he walked into the bathroom and gave himself a good bath to relax.
Reason, fear, and panic give headaches during the monsoon.
Ever since he returned to Ningcheng, various sensory, psychological, and physical sensations also made him feel chaotic and at a loss as to what to do. He soaked in the bathtub, wrapped his body in warm water, and after more than ten minutes, his thoughts still couldn't get better.
Fortunately, for more than ten years, the symptoms have been like shadows, and he has become very accustomed to it.
With the sound of water rushing, I stood up from the bathtub during the monsoon rain and walked to the mirror cabinet to find the medicine I had prepared at home.
There are not many medicines.
Before leaving for Jiangcheng, he filled the medicine box and took it away, and that medicine box... was still with Song Qinglan.
Maybe it was because they had a good heart, and a phone call came in just after taking out a pill during the monsoon season.
The display on the mirror cabinet displayed a string of numbers—even though I had only seen it once, Ji Yushi remembered that this string of numbers was Song Qinglan's number.
The two have not been in contact since Jiang Cheng said goodbye, and it has been a whole day by now. When he first entered the state of love, Ji Yu didn't have the self-consciousness to be close to each other. Even if Song Qinglan contacted him again in a few days, he probably wouldn't care.
But the moment this number appeared, he realized that he had already started a relationship, and his heart warmed slightly.
During the rainy season: "Hello?"
Song Qinglan's voice came from the other end of the phone, with only two short and neat words: "Open the door."
A young and pleasant male voice echoed in the bathroom, separated by the telephone line, separated by the distance between Jiang Cheng and Ning Cheng.
When the monsoon rains, he didn't react: "What?"
Song Qinglan seemed to laugh, and then said, "I ordered takeout for you, and it's almost here. Now open the door and get it."
Ji Yushi was stunned, answered "yes" and quickly hung up the phone to dry himself.
Not wanting others to wait too long, he put on a bathrobe and walked quickly to the door of the house, habitually first checking the identity of the visitor through the cat's eyes.
The vision in the cat's eyes was blocked by a pile of boxes and pockets, and the visitor was holding the pile of objects and waiting patiently.
When the monsoon rains, the door is opened immediately: "I'm sorry..."
"Excuse me for what?"
A familiar voice that had just appeared on the phone appeared, cutting off his words.
The man holding the box and pocket was tall and had a face with deep features.
This time I was really stunned when it rained.
Song Qinglan's dark eyes were half-smiling, and she was standing outside the door staring at Ji Yushi: "I'm sorry to hang up your boyfriend and captain when you hear the takeaway?"
Ji Yushi couldn't control the surprise on his face: "Why are you here? Don't you want to be with your family?"
Song Qinglan strode into the room: "Just meet up and report safety. They are so busy flying all over the world, why should I accompany them?"
When Ji Yu closed the door, he quickly followed behind Song Qinglan and helped put the things he brought on the ground.
"Besides, I'm also restless at home." Song Qinglan picked up on the topic just now with a playful tone, "I always feel like I can't come and watch, someone is about to run away."
During the rainy season: "...that's not the case."
People with previous convictions are not persuasive, he knows.
"Who knows." Song Qinglan was so busy, still wearing the same clothes they had when they parted in the morning, she didn't have time to change, "You can run away in two minutes before and after, it's been more than ten hours, I have to hurry up. Brush your sense of existence in front of you, otherwise why are you willing to come back for me?"
The room is air-conditioned enough.
Song Qinglan's arrival seemed to bring the hustle and bustle outside and the summer heat.
His undisguised directness and innate sense of oppression made this quiet house, and the world in the monsoon rain, with human fireworks.
love reading
We haven't seen each other for more than ten hours, and I didn't feel anything when we parted.
At this time, when the two saw each other, they saw each other in front of their eyes, only to realize that their thoughts were growing wildly.
During the monsoon season, I only wore a bathrobe, with a towel draped over my shoulders, and my hair was still wet. It looked like I had just taken a shower. A yukata strap was casually tied around his waist, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be drenched in water, fresh and refreshing, not stained with any dust.
The whole person seemed defenseless.
Song Qinglan's Adam's apple rolled, and she suddenly said, "I'm dirty."
Ji Yushi was puzzled by a thoughtless sentence: "What?"
"I want to hug you." Song Qinglan looked down at him, her tone very restrained, "But I walked a lot today."
I like to be clean during the monsoon, and I will be unhappy when I am wrapped in a dirty blanket when I am freezing. Little did he know that when he heard the words "want to hug you", his heartbeat was already out of rhythm.
"Whoosh-"
A soft sound caught Song Qinglan's attention.
He turned his head and saw that a group of black shadows jumped onto the cat climbing frame lightly, it was a black cat with all-black fur. Looking at it again, two small round lanterns were still lit under the dark cabinet at the entrance. I don't know when a cat was quietly crawling there, secretly observing the stranger.
When something swept across her calf, Song Qinglan lowered her head, only to realize that there was a black cat at their feet.
The cat is pitch-black all over, with no variegation at all. It belongs to the type that can be perfectly concealed by hiding in the dark. Its eyes are large and round, and are dark amber in the night light. At this moment, it was swiping its tail lightly over their calves, tilting its head curiously while trying to attract attention, and meowing at the male human who had just entered the door.
The three black cats fit wonderfully with the quiet temperament of the monsoons.
"I'm in the cat's den." Knowing it and seeing it with her own eyes are two different things. Seeing these "three boyfriends", Song Qinglan was both angry and funny, "Three boyfriends?"
Song Qinglan picked up the black cat beside her feet with big hands, and it didn't move. It didn't struggle, and let out a "meow", like a coquettish coquettish.
"I'm not afraid of people." One person and one cat looked at each other, Song Qinglan said resentfully, "Which one always overwhelms you?"
Da Hei is usually the one who is most afraid of people, but when he met Song Qinglan, he became so intimate that even Ji Yu was a little surprised: "If you don't close the bedroom door at night, all three are possible."
Da Hei seemed to be very comfortable being rubbed by Song Qinglan, but Song Qinglan only rubbed it a few times before it purred so comfortably, it was really sticky and cute.
The big man's love suddenly burst out, Song Qinglan opened a cardboard box he brought, and pulled out cat treats to feed it to Da Hei: "What's this boyfriend?"
"No. 1." Ji Yushi said, "It's called Da Hei."
"What, the other two are called Er Hei Xiao Hei?" Song Qinglan asked, nodding when she saw Ji Yu, he laughed, "You are too casual."
"The name is just a code." Ji Yushi replied, "It doesn't make much difference what it is called."
Half of the cardboard boxes Song Qinglan brought were toys and snacks for cats. According to him, the first meeting has to prepare a gift for these "predecessors". Other boxes and pockets were bought for the monsoons.
Song Qinglan sorted everything into categories and put them away under the guidance of the monsoon season.
The Song team, who is domineering and domineering on weekdays, is also unambiguous when it comes to housework.
"Why do you buy so much?" Ji Yushi asked after him.
"Your refrigerator is the most pitiful one I've ever seen." Song Qinglan said, "Don't remember the expired egg last time?"
During the rainy season: "… "
How could I not remember.
Song Qinglan bought these things in Jiangcheng and brought them here. In fact, he could buy them himself in Ningcheng during the rainy season, but he also knew that it was different.
This kind of situation usually happens when Ji Minyue or Aunt Su comes.
Ji Min is more obsessive-compulsive. Before leaving Ji's house today, he said that he would send supplies to Ji Yushi the next day, so that he would stay at home and not starve to death.
While sending Song Qinglan to tidy up, he sent Ji Min more and more messages during the rainy season: [You don't need to send me food tomorrow. ]
Ji Minyue: [What? Do you want to be bigu? ]
During the rainy season, I was too lazy to type, so I took a photo directly at the kitchen.
Under the warm-colored sink chandelier, a man much taller than the refrigerator was holding the door of the refrigerator with one hand to check whether there were any missing items. The refrigerator was obviously quite large, and it looked like a toy in front of him, and some could not handle it. The light hit the profile of his face, outlining a stiff outline, and it was a perfectly composed home magazine painting in a single shot.
Ji Minyue: [Excuse me. ]
Ji Minyue: [Wait, are you going to sleep tonight? ! are you okay? ]
After posting the photo during the rainy season, my heart moved and I saved it.
After saving it, I saw Ji Minyue's information, and typed three words blankly: [Slept. ]
Then, he turned off his mobile phone and stopped reading Ji Minyue's yellow messages, and said to Song Qinglan who was walking towards him after finishing the arranging, "Are you going to take a shower?"
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom.
Song Qinglan wiped her hair and walked out of the bathroom, the towel in her hand tightened, and she was suddenly dragged and lowered her head.
When the rainy season, they kissed directly.
Song Qinglan hardly hesitated, and immediately pushed the person against the wall.
There is no temptation and shame, different from the state of ordinary young couples when they are first together, men are so direct and straightforward when they are together.
The kiss was intense, full of bumping male hormones.
"Tongue, full of taste buds, is the organ through which humans taste food, speak and communicate, and is also the most powerful muscle in the body", this sentence came out of his mind out of time during the monsoon rain, making him feel as if he were arguing about it. Mobilizing the senses of the whole body, desperately responding to the invasion of the other party.
Song Qinglan became more and more fierce, and the arms around her waist tightened during the monsoon, causing pain during the monsoon.
In the quiet room, all the small sounds are amplified infinitely and can be heard clearly.
He was like a beast that broke into the private off the ground during the monsoon, and the politeness of the previous disguise disappeared, only to be plundered at will.
His kiss went all the way down, Ji Yushi half closed his eyes and raised his head, his slender neck was dazzlingly white in the shadow of the corridor.
When he was kissed to the earlobe, his fingers couldn't help grasping Song Qinglan's hair, and a voice overflowed from his mouth.
Hearing this, Song Qinglan froze all over, and then picked up the person without saying a word.
Ji Yushi clings to Song Qinglan's shoulders tightly, not daring to look into Song Qinglan's eyes, because he knows that there must be as many desires as himself.
The towel that Song Qinglan was wiping her hair fell to the ground, and she almost tripped over her feet. She simply kicked it out far away, and the cat at the end of the corridor was startled.
"Meow!"
The cat's meow was a little lonely in the suddenly quiet room.
Just like what they did after the last time they drowned, they hung on Song Qinglan during the monsoon and turned into a koala that survived with a driftwood.
Unfamiliar with the road conditions and not very able to see the road, Song Qinglan stumbled.
There were only night lamps lit in the bedroom, which was what Song Qinglan remembered.
It seemed that the sheets had just been changed, and Song Qinglan smelled a pleasant fragrance of detergent as soon as she put the person on it.
"You just changed the sheets?" Song Qinglan asked, lying on top of him.
"Yeah." In Ji Yushi, the neckline of the bathrobe was loose, and the white collarbone was unobstructed. He hooked Song Qinglan's neck with his beautiful hands, his eyes seemed to be able to speak.
Song Qinglan let out a low laugh, pulled the two long legs over to her waist, and resumed the kiss that was briefly interrupted.
This time the kiss was more special than ever before.
Song Qinglan hadn't put on his shirt yet, he was only wearing a pair of shorts that he found for him during the monsoon season. His broad chest and firm chest and abdominal muscles showed a honey-like luster under the orange night light - no one knows, appearance, personality, ability, Song Qinglan Completely the ideal type during the monsoon, it just rubbed against his natural preferences.
His hands go down.
Touch the elastic and continue along the mermaid line.
Song Qinglan grabbed his hand abruptly, bit his earlobe panting heavily, and warned vaguely, "Are you sure?"
"Don't touch it?" Ji Yushi's face was flushed, and he was no longer as cold as usual, but he still asked calmly, "Can you do it?"
He just wanted Song Qinglan to know that their gay romance was not Plato.
Song Qinglan raised his hand above his head. Not only was he not provoked, but he narrowed his eyes and said, "Consultant Ji, you've turned bad."
"I," Ji Yushi said with his heart beating wildly and his body burning hot, "...you forget, I'm not a good person in the first place."
After Song Qinglan heard this, she felt quite reasonable.
He didn't plan to do anything, but now he has changed his mind. He wants to teach the thorny consultant Ji to be a good person.
Song Qinglan didn't say much, and bumped it hard. Ji Yu almost bounced, and after she reacted, she glared at him.
Then, Ji Yushi's waist suddenly softened.
Song Qinglan did the same thing as him.
He asked in a calm voice, "Don't touch it? Can you do it?"
In an instant, everything faded away.
During the monsoon rain, the eardrums are like a layer of warm water, and nothing can be heard clearly.
…
The yukata was completely dissipated, he bent his legs, the blood spread to his chest, looking at the snow-white ceiling, his mind was also blank.
He felt his hand being pulled away, and it was hot when he pressed it. Song Qinglan's voice was low and hoarse: "Help me."