"What to kill," Shi Shanyan leaned over and took out a beer and said, "Is the cat meowing?"
The vending machine "meows" inappropriately to a lively tune, flashing colorful lights. Several children ran after the dog, crowded around the vending machine, and followed it loudly "meow", laughing back and forth.
Yan Junxun's pale face flushed unstoppably. He took a few steps back while holding the vegetable, as if he was frightened by the laughter of a human cub, and like he was frightened by Shi Shanyan.
The beer can made a "pop" sound, and the mouth of the can was cold. Shi Shanyan handed the beer to Yan Junxun. In order not to make his voice seem too excited, he could only try to lower the volume and slow down his speech rate: "I invite you, have a few sips before leaving."
Yan Junxun seemed to flee the scene immediately. His eyes went back and forth between Shi Shanyan and the beer, and he refused bluntly: "Thank you, no, I'm going home. Goodbye!"
He pronounced "goodbye" too forcefully, as if in a fit of anger with the air.
"Then I'll throw it away," Shi Shanyan put his arm over the trash can, "I don't drink."
The vending machine cooperated and said, "Ah, what a waste, meow—"
Yan Junxun hugged the environmental protection bag tightly, his eyes fixed on the beer, and he hated it a little.
* * *
The afternoon sun was scorching hot, and the freshly brushed asphalt on the ground gave off a strange smell. Yan Junxun frowned at the smell while sitting on the bench drinking beer. His free hand has been holding the reusable bag, as if it will run on its own long legs if he releases his hand.
Shi Shanyan sat on the other side of the bench, folded his arms and watched Yan Jun find a drink of beer.
Yan Junxun suddenly turned his eyes and said, "I will call Jiang Lian."
"You call," Shi Shanyan didn't care, "remember to greet the system for me when you call."
"What are you doing?" Yan Junxun asked. The thoughts in his head collided, almost melted by the heat, like a slow-moving machine that didn't want to move at all.
"Um..." Shi Shanyan tapped irregularly with his five fingers on the bench, turning his head to look at the open space in front of the bench. He didn't seem to think about it yet, and said, "Why... Holidays are the most boring, I just want to have some fun." He looked at Yan Junxun again, "Isn't the vegetable market bad?"
"Squeeze," Yan Junxun paused for a while, then continued, "It's still hot."
"It's too hard. Is it convenient for me to see the vegetables you bought?" Shi Shanyan raised his finger and pointed to Yan Junxun's reusable bag, "I ate all kinds of paste in the prison, and I haven't seen fresh food for nearly four years. Vegetables."
inconvenient.
Yan Jun looked for a corner of the reusable bag.
"It doesn't matter if it's inconvenient," Shi Shanyan said nicely, "I just want to chat with you and drink a can of beer with you."
He mentioned beer, as if he exploded the system camera just to buy a can of beer for Yan Jun.
Yan Jun looked for the beer in his throat and slid down. He looked at Shang Shi Shanyan's "selfless" eyes, but his conscience didn't move, but his hand moved. He pushed the reusable bag towards Shi Shanyan.
The group of children were still running stupidly, noisily, not afraid of the sun at all.
When Yan Junxun was looking at the reusable bag in Shi Shanyan, he drank the beer in one breath. He threw the beer can and said to Shi Shanyan, "I'm going home."
"Goodbye." Shi Shanyan said actively.
Yan Junxun was blocked, his index finger rubbed the side of his leg and said, "I can call a car for you, you should go back."
"Goodbye," Shi Shanyan said in a more serious tone, raising his chin slightly, "I want to stay here. The system is noisy like my mother, I'd rather sleep in this chair tonight."
Yan Jun looked for a moment and asked, "Is your mother very noisy?"
Shi Shanyan likes Yan Jun to search for rhetoric, it sounds very good, and it makes a corner in his heart itch for it. He even wanted to do something at this moment to make Yan Junxun angry and bite him so that he would not be overly immersed in this itchy pleasure.
"What did you say?" Shi Shanyan said deliberately, "I didn't hear it clearly."
"I said," Yan Junxun looked at the group of children, "is your mother very noisy?"
"what?"
"Your mother..." Yan Jun realized after searching, "Your mother!"
Shi Shanyan laughed out loud, and he said, "I don't know, I haven't seen her or chatted with her, but I think she must be a lunatic, and lunatics are quite noisy."
"Why a lunatic?"
Shi Shanyan held his head, not very interested in this question. But he still cooperated: "Because I'm a lunatic."
The vegetable market has passed the time to grab vegetables, and people have dispersed early. Only a few uncles of the merchants, with their clothes open and their stomachs exposed, huddled in the shadows at the entrance of the vegetable market and chatted. The group of children ran away like a gust of wind.
No matter what happened, Shi Shanyan would only express happiness. He doesn't seem to be born with "sadness", no compassion, and no empathy. He seemed indifferent to many things, a kind of indifference expressed in boredom. He is absolutely dominant, and even the "mother" is just his fringe, to be fantasized according to his attributes.
Yan Junxun gave up, and he was not particularly interested in this issue. He stood up, picked up the reusable bag again, and said to Shi Shanyan, "Goodbye."
Shi Shanyan replied, "Goodbye."
Yan Junxun turned around and left, he took two steps, and another child ran out of the side, kicking the leaking ball. He walked to the side of the road, told himself not to look back, and then turned his head.
Shi Shanyan didn't look at Yan Junxun, he held his face and watched the child play football, whistling from time to time to cheer the child. His legs were slanted by the sunlight, and his upper body was still hidden in the shade, with nothing on his body. He obviously didn't look down, but he seemed to be sitting there waiting to be taken away.
sometimes.
Yan Junxun wanted to interrupt his thoughts. Oh shit.
Sometimes it's sad enough not to be sad, just look at this happy lion, he's in the berth, on the side of the ragged street where the birds don't poop, and it's impossible to leave him behind.
It's none of my business.
Yan Junxun felt that the reusable bag in his arms was about to die, and the sun on his back was uncomfortable, but he couldn't move his feet.
It's all the beer's fault.
Yan Junxun checked himself, and then he shouted, "Hello."
Shi Shanyan waited for his next words.
Yan Junxun looked at his white shoes unhappily, and said in a frustrated tone, "Let's go."
* * *
Yan Junxun's sports car was scrapped, and the inspectorate said it would apply for compensation for him. In short, he had no car, so he could only take Shi Shanyan to the passing bus in the parking area.
The transit bus is the stuff of history books for development areas like the light rail area, but for the parking area, it is the only public transit vehicle that can be used. It does not have conductors, and the detection system will automatically deduct fees based on information identification.
"Did Jiang Lian bring your surrogate number?" There were so many people around that Yan Junxun needed to raise his head to speak.
Shi Shanyan listened to him with his head down, groped in his pocket for a while, and nodded.
Yan Junxun was squeezed a little out of breath, and his body couldn't adapt to the weather in the berthing area, which had long been exposed. When the train arrives at the station, the sound is loud, a bit like a light track. When the door opened, Shi Shan took a step slower and stood behind Yan Junxun.
Yan Junxun felt that he didn't walk in, but was photographed by someone. The car was hotter and hotter, and the cold air from the air conditioner couldn't dispel the odor of sweat. Yan Junxun stood facing the vacant window. If he didn't want to be next to the dirty curtains, he had to be next to Shi Shanyan.
The carriages are full, and the flow of people has not stopped.
Yan Junxun watched as the distance between himself and the curtain was getting shorter and shorter, he lifted some reusable bags and squeezed the vegetables between himself and the curtain. His duct was still tucked in his trouser pocket, but he couldn't get it out of hand. He decided to hate pumpkins from today. Panda asked him to buy four pumpkins, which fell to the bottom of the reusable bag, sinking like iron.
"My..." Before Yan Jun finished his search, the car door closed with a "squeak-".
The transportation system softly said: "Welcome to..."
But the car's start was not friendly, as if someone had kicked it from the back, it rushed out without saying hello.
The sound of "Oops" came and went in the carriage, and everyone crowded together and fell in one direction.
Yan Jun's face is about to be stuffed into the dish. He tilted his head back, and before he could speak, he felt hot and itchy around his ears and neck.
Shi Shanyan supported Yan Junxun with one hand and the milk jug with the other. He lowered his head and said, "Is something wrong?"
"The guide is in the pocket."
Stop breathing!
Yan Junxun couldn't control the flushing spread, and his ears turned red again in Shi Shanyan's breath. He wanted to breathe, but he felt something was wrong, he seemed to be a pervert. As he spoke, he thought about Fat Da, turtles, and a bunch of fucking irrelevant things in his head, as long as it wasn't Shi Shanyan.
"Are you going to use it?" Shi Shanyan spoke against Yan Junxun's ear.
This is not the same as before, they are next to each other.
Yan Junxun could clearly hear Shi Shanyan's laughter when he spoke, which reminded him of Shi Shanyan's sound of drinking water.
Yes.
I might be a pervert.
Yan Junxun thought in a complicated and confused mood.
Who the fuck doesn't drink water? Turtles also drink water. But no, no one has ever been like Shi Shanyan, who can't forget Yan Junxun after drinking it, and makes Yan Junxun feel "sexy" after drinking it.
That swallow was awesome.
Yan Junxun heard a voice in his head saying.
Great voice, great body, and looks.
Shi Shanyan stared at Yan Junxun's flushing, his eyes were dangerous, but his voice was still unhurried, as if he didn't notice anything. He hid a little bit of temptation in the sugar, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the sugar in Yan Junxun's palm.
Yan Junxun's thoughts tripped over each other and rolled in his head. He forgot what he just said, and he had to shut up the messy voice in his head first. It was exactly as he had predicted! It's a mess now. He wanted to help the little blackboard, and the sound of rain, or Arte—
The car braked abruptly, and Yan Junxun's face almost rubbed against the car window. He was sweating on the whistle, but he didn't catch his breath or brush against the curtains on the car window. Because Shi Shanyan raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, as if not allowing the curtains to touch him.
"Do you want it?" Shi Shanyan asked politely, as lazy as a lion who woke up.
What do you want
Yan Junxun was breathing messily in his palm.