Han Xiaogong's words seemed a bit nonsense to Qin Fang. He does have a special vibe about him, a psychedelic feeling between men and women, but he is not the so-called "mother", it is very confusing, and people will indeed unconsciously focus on him.
But this doesn't mean Qin Fang will bend. Qin Fang has been straight for so many years, and he never minds who is bent or not. Several of the rich men and boys who play together are bent, and Qin Fang is used to seeing them. It's not that he has never been in contact with homosexuality, he has been in contact with it a long time ago, but Qin Fang has never doubted his sexuality. In his opinion, he is a straight steel pipe, and he can't bend anyone.
Qin Fang likes tall, thin and white girls, his orientation is clear and has not changed.
So after Han Xiaogong finished saying this sentence, Qin Fang didn't take it seriously at all, he smiled heartlessly, and then said: "Okay, try it."
After staying for a few days, I got used to the pace of life of these people during the holidays. Generally speaking, they do their own jobs, and no one is on the side of others. This house is more like a simple residence. The relationship between these four people is not far, but it is really not close. Zhou Siming leaves early and returns late every day, and hardly has a chance to meet each other. Si Tu went out occasionally, and played the piano downstairs or planted flowers in the yard at other times. There is a small flowerbed in the yard. When I came back, there was only a piece of dry and cracked soil. Now there are some small green seedlings. Xing Yan also goes out often, but there is no rule. Qin Fang went out with him twice. Xing Yan just wandered around without any purpose. Sometimes he bought things, sometimes he just looked around. Not every time he goes out with Qin Fang, Qin Fang also goes out for a walk, a strange and beautiful city is quite suitable for him, and he enjoys walking around every day following the strategy. Compared with them, Han Xiaogong is the most homely. This person rarely goes out, saying that it is too hot to go out for fear of getting sunburned.
Qin Fang likes this kind of life very much, very, very much. Everyone is free.
But it is indeed much hotter here than in the north, and it is quite difficult to suffer outdoors in this kind of weather. People who didn't pay attention to skin color in Qin Fang felt that they seemed to be tanned a lot, so one day when they went out, they bought themselves two peaked caps.
When he came back, Si Tu squatted in front of the flower garden tossing the few green plants. When he saw Qin Fang coming in, he greeted him, "You're back? Why are you still wearing a hat?"
Qin Fang said: "At least it can shade the sun."
"I suggest you don't wear it," Situ took a small watering can and sprayed some water on the plants, "at least the sun will be evenly exposed this way."
Han Xiaogong raised his voice in the living room and said: "Let me give you a sunscreen, you apply it."
Qin Fang took off his hat and walked in: "No need, keep it for yourself."
Han Xiaogong looked at Qin Fang, and laughed with a "chi": "Where's the hair?"
"Shaved." Qin Fang rubbed his prickly head, "Hot."
Qin Fang, as a handsome boy who is quite confident in his appearance, has no pressure to shave his head at all, and he just pushed his hair when he sat there. Qin Fang was able to hold on to picking someone with an inch of hair, but after shaving his head, his whole temperament changed again.
Han Xiaogong leaned on the sofa, looked up at Qin Fang, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Your brother is so handsome. Now you are the hottest type. You can't find it."
Qin Fang glanced at him and said, "Then you should shave too."
Han Xiaogong grabbed his hair, shook his head and smiled: "This is my capital."
In the evening, when Qin was playing with the camera in his room, Xing Yan called him, and Qin Fang answered, "What's wrong?"
Xing Yan asked him: "Have you eaten?"
Qin Fang: "Not yet."
Xing Yan said: "Come out."
Qin Fang raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"
Xing Yan said on the phone: "The door."
Qin Fang didn't bother to put on his hat when the sun was out at night, so he went out directly. As a result, when the two met, they looked at each other, eye to eye, and smiled after a while.
Xing Yan asked him: "Where's your hair?"
Qin Fang smiled and asked him, "What about your hair?"
Xing Yan was still holding the mobile phone in his hand, but now he picked it up and said, "I shave every year."
After Xing Yan shaved his hair, his temperament also changed a little. The two of them are very interesting. After Qin Fang shaved his hair, he looked more aggressive than before, adding a little ruffian. After Xing Yan shaved his hair, the sense of alienation faded away, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes was not so fierce, and he looked milder than before, but this was an illusion, as long as he glared at someone, he would still look the same as before.
The two got on a bus and sat in the back seat. The air conditioner is not turned on in the car, but the windows are open, so it is not so hot at night when the sun goes down. The wind blows my face a bit when the car is driving, but it is very cool.
The bus wobbled for forty minutes, making the two short-haired boys sleepy. Getting out of the car was a bit confusing and I didn't know the direction.
Qin Fang asked: "Brother Yan, where are you going to sell me today?"
Xing Yan yawned slowly, and said, "I kind of forgot."
Qin Fang made him laugh, and walked beside Xing Yan. The two tall boys walked side by side on the road. This picture is quite eye-catching.
Xing Yan brought him to a noodle restaurant. The small restaurant is not big, but it looks quite new. Qin Fang asked, "Does it have a story?"
"Why is there a story?" Xing Yan pushed the door open and walked in.
"I came so far on purpose, I thought there would be a story." Qin Fang followed him in.
Xing Yan found a small table and sat down, and said to Qin Fang, "I've been eating at his house for fifteen years, does that count?"
"Forget it." Qin Fang smiled, "Everything you tell is a story."
The noodle shop has just been renovated recently, with new plaques and new wooden tables and chairs. The taste is indeed good, but not to the point where Qin Fang is amazed. For many people who come here to eat noodles, what they eat is a memory in the long years.
Xing Yan said that his boss and his wife were a young couple when he was a child, and now it is said that his son is about to go to college. The boss and his wife spoke with too strong accents, and Qin Fang couldn't understand them.
Xing Yan had no trouble talking to them, but he spoke Mandarin. When the two of them walked slowly towards the bus station after the meal, Qin Fang asked, "I haven't heard you speak the local dialect yet, can you speak it?"
"Yes," Xing Yan said, "born and bred here."
"Then why didn't you say it?" Qin Fang looked at him and asked.
Xing Yan didn't speak at first, but smiled after a while, bowed his head and said: "The temperament is not suitable, whoever you see speaks in a bad dialect."
His answer made Qin Fang stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't stop laughing as if the point of his laughter had been punctured. He has always felt that Xing Yan's pretentious style is innate, and it suits him well, from head to toe there is a ruthless aura that strangers should not enter. Now that Xing Yan heard the sentence "temperament does not match", Qin Fang felt that Brother Xing Yan's cool character design was about to collapse.
Qin Fang laughed for a long time, and after laughing, he asked: "It's hard work to maintain the personality, isn't it?"
There was also a little smile in Xing Yan's voice: "It's okay."
Taking a walk after dinner to digest food is very pleasant. Qin Fang stayed with Xing Yan these days, and the relationship between the two has become very close.
Xing Yan asked him: "Do you like this place?"
"I like it very much," Qin Fang looked around, at the old banyan trees flourishing by the roadside, at the leisurely passers-by, "slow tone, warm color."
Xing Yan didn't make a sound, Qin Fang turned his head and asked him: "Do you like it?"
Xing Yan shook his head, without expression on his face, and whispered: "I don't like it, but I'm used to it."
When he said this, Qin Fang felt inexplicably dull. He looked at the tip of Xing Yan's chin when he lowered his head, and felt that he was lonely.
Qin Fang said softly, "Leave if you don't like it."
"Yeah." Maybe it's because I'm in a good mood today, or maybe it's because the relationship with Qin Fang is really close. Xing Yan is not as talkative as before. He raised his hand and pulled a leaf and rubbed it gently on his fingertips, "Leaving .”
Xing Yan put the leaves between his lips, tried twice, and made a clear whistle. Qin Fang raised his eyebrows, Xing Yan glanced at him, and then blew a tune with that leaf.
Qin Fang was quite surprised, and also pulled a leaf, wiped it clean, put it to his mouth and tried it, but it didn't make any sound.
"Don't try it," Xing Yan said with the leaf in his mouth, "I have practiced for many years."
Qin Fang said, "Teach me."
Xing Yan shook his head and refused mercilessly: "I won't teach."
Qin Fang laughed, "Stingy."
Xing Yan ignored him, and played another tune while holding the leaf. It sounded familiar, but Qin Fang couldn't remember which nursery rhyme it was.
Xing Yan gave Qin Fang a different feeling this night. I don't know if it was because of some of his words or because he shaved his hair.
After Qin Fang turned off the lights that night, Qin Fang lay on the bed and sent a message to Hua Tong.
Hua Tong said: What have you been playing, let's take a look at some photos.
Qin Fang threw a few photos at him.
Handsome Old Tung Tree in Huashan: You went to the park with your uncle and aunt after more than a thousand kilometers
Qin Fang: Ah.
Handsome Old Tongshu in Huashan: I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this realm.
Qin Fang: Let your chickens, ducks and geese go.
Grandma Hua Tong's family raised a lot of poultry, and when Hua Tong made a phone call, the background sound was very lively. Hua Tong chatted with him for a few words, and then asked him: Where do you live
Qin Fang: I live in an old house.
Hua Tong asked: Old house? B&B
Qin Fang: Forget it, B&B. With Xing Yan, Zhou Siming, and two other friends.
Huatong was quiet for a long time, and then sent a simple "I rely on", and then asked: What kind of magic combination are you guys
Qin Fang himself thought it was quite funny and laughed.
He didn't chat with Hua Tong for too long, Hua Tong's internet is not very good, intermittent. Qin put down the bed to charge his phone, and when he came back after charging, he saw that Xing Yan's phone was still on. Qin Fang asked casually, "Did you sleep?"
Xing Yan said "hmm".
Qin Fang said "good night" to him.
Xing Yan also told him again.
Si Tu occasionally played the piano at night, and his sound was very soft, gentle and long. Qin Fang listened to his music with his eyes closed, and enjoyed it quite a bit, without feeling irritable when he was interrupted to rest.
There was a knock at the courtyard door outside, which meant that Zhou Siming, who was late, had come back. He opened the door very softly, and he didn't make any sound when he went upstairs, neither abruptly breaking the silence of the room nor interrupting Si Tu's piano music.
The moonlight shines through the window, and the red bricks on the courtyard wall are mottled. Looking out of the window from Qin Fang's perspective, you can just see the vibrant little flower garden.
Qin Fang turned over, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. There is a bottle of aromatherapy placed by Han Xiaogong on the table. It smells good and helps sleep.
This city, this yard, this house, and the few people who live here.
All this gave Qin Fang a mottled feeling, like an old movie, old and beautiful.