The weather is good today. The climate in early autumn is the most pleasant for Yang Xu. It is neither hot nor cold. He won't feel cold in the hut, and he won't feel hot when he walks around.
It's just that the young couple sitting by the window is a bit annoying.
The little girl was laughing all the time, he knew that girls at this age loved to laugh, but she was laughing too vigorously, she could laugh for two minutes if the little boy said anything casually.
"Boss—" the boy shouted, "Are you—"
Yang Xu reached out and closed the sliding door of the hut, looking at the computer.
"Waiter?" The boy came over and shouted again at the bar, "Waiter!"
"What?" Yang Xu frowned.
"Is there any milk?" the boy asked.
"No." Yang Xu replied.
"Where's the juice?" The boy asked again, "Where are you?"
"No," Yang Xu paused a video of a tennis game he was watching on the computer, "You don't care where I am."
"What kind of service attitude?" The boy knocked on the bar, "What about people! Why is there no food or drink in a coffee shop..."
Yang Xu stood up lazily, opened the door, and leaned against the door frame: "Who told you that this is a coffee shop? Besides, even if it is a coffee shop, aren't you drinking coffee?"
"Your store doesn't only have coffee, does it?" The little girl who kept laughing came over while eating a wife cake.
"There are still cakes," Yang Xu pointed to her hand, "That's what you're holding."
"Your attitude is really good enough, treating consumers like this," the boy was very dissatisfied, "I won't give you any money."
"No more," Yang Xu waved his hand, closed the door, and fell on the armchair, "Let's go quickly."
The people outside fell silent. A minute later, Yang Xu heard the door slam, and the two went out.
He clicked the mouse and continued watching the video.
In the video, I don’t know which year he played against Shi Jiang. I can’t remember clearly. He played too many formal and unofficial games with Shi Jiang.
In fact, the name of the video is the date, but he doesn't watch it every time. He just clicks on one of the mouse and just froze. He can memorize the details, and he can memorize the actions of the audience behind.
"Boring." Yang Xu said.
He took the phone to check the time, turned off the video, stood up and walked out of the hut.
Today, the young couple sat in the seat by the window where Qiu Yi and Bian Nan always liked to sit, so he went over to clean it up.
The coffee was gone, the cakes were gone, and the mattresses were all in a mess.
So it’s better to be acquaintances, every time Qiu Yi and Bian Nan left after eating, they would put the cushions away, and put the pots and plates on the bar for him.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, the sun came in, and the bright light spread on the floor, making people fluffy and a little dazzling.
Yang Xu finished packing slowly, and found a few signs from under the bar.
So boring so closed.
I was so bored so I went shopping.
I was so bored so I fell asleep.
So bored so I went to feed the cat.
…
None of the seven or eight brands was satisfactory, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Xiao Li, help me make a sign... um, it's the same as before... It's so boring, so I don't want to do anything." Yang Xu took the sleep sign and hung it on the doorknob, and went out, "Thank you."
After Bian Nan returned the key to him, he still hasn't gone to see the house, and he doesn't know whether to clean it up or not.
After standing on the side of the road for a long time, hesitating whether to take a taxi or take the bus or drive there, he finally turned around and walked into the underground parking lot of the community behind.
The car hadn't been driven for a long time, and a layer of dust fell on it. Yang Xu took a piece of cloth and waved it on the window a few times.
He frowned when he got in the car, it smelled so bad.
The smell of the perfume seat was unbearable, especially after not moving the car for such a long time, the smell in the car was so strong that he wanted to abandon the car and walk.
Once out of the garage he opened all the windows.
He doesn't like perfume seats, especially jasmine scents.
But he always has this thing in the car, and when the smell is gone, he will buy another one to put on it, the same smell and the same style.
Because Shi Jiang likes it.
The first perfume holder was bought by Shi Jiang.
Shi Jiang will use whatever he likes.
What he likes... Shi Jiang will buy it too.
Like a car.
Yang Xu parked his car in the downstairs parking space, and saw the exact same car in the parking space ahead.
It has been seven or eight years since I bought this broken car, and it is rare to see the same one now.
Except Shi Jiang's car.
He went to look into the car, and the solar flower placed on the driver's platform was swinging back and forth.
This is no longer the flower he bought at the beginning. I don't know how many Shi Jiang changed, but it's boring to find the same one every time.
Walking out of the elevator, Yang Xu saw that the door was not closed, and it was ajar.
Pushing the door open, he saw Shi Jiang, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room and rushing out in a daze.
He didn't make a sound, and stood behind Shi Jiang watching for a while.
This back is really familiar, not to mention turning into ashes, even if the ashes are blown away by the wind, he can smell Shi Jiang's ashes...
Shi Jiang didn't know how long he had been standing, but Yang Xu felt tired after standing for a while, so he took out his cigarette and lit it.
With a snap of the lighter, Shi Jiang turned around abruptly.
"It scared you to death." Yang Xu said.
"Why did you come here?" Shi Jiang was stunned when he saw him.
"Come and take a look if you're bored." Yang Xu entered the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth, and went upstairs and downstairs, "This kid really cleaned up for me."
"Are there no customers in the store today?" Shi Jiang asked.
"Yes." Yang Xu fell on the sofa and touched a handful of ashes, but didn't bother to move, "Let me drive away."
"Then..." Shi Jiang hesitated, "And..."
"Yes." Yang Xu said.
"I rest in the afternoon." Shi Jiang looked at him.
"Go and eat by yourself." Yang Xu took out the key and threw it at him.
Shi Jiang caught the key, frowned, and didn't speak or move.
Yang Xu leaned on the sofa and remained silent. After smoking a cigarette, he stood up and patted the ashes on his body: "Let's go."
Shi Jiang seldom came to So Boring, and usually he would call Yang Xu when he wanted to eat cakes, and Yang Xu would call a courier from the same city to deliver it to him when he was ready.
"Is there any hot one?" Shi Jiang asked when he entered the room.
Yang Xu glanced at him: "Wait."
Shijiang's mouth is very mouthy, and the wife's cake must be eaten just out of the oven. It should be warm within an hour.
Yang Xu only knows how to make wife cakes, and has no interest in making them.
I learned to make this because Shi Jiang loves to eat. After the bakery they were familiar with closed a long time ago, it was difficult to eat freshly baked cakes, so Yang Xu learned how to make them.
Up to now, the cake has been cooked perfectly.
Shi Jiang had no chance to eat it every day.
The fillings and noodles are ready-made, and Yang Xu quickly made them, brushed with egg yolk, sprinkled a layer of sesame seeds, and put the cake in the oven.
Then stand in the kitchen of the cottage staring at the oven in a daze.
Had to wait 20 minutes.
Shi Jiang was outside, but he didn't want to go out and was too lazy to move.
After going out, I didn't know what to say to Shi Jiang face to face.
He didn't know when Shi Jiang entered the hut. When he heard the sound of the game video coming from the speaker, Shi Jiang seemed to have been sitting in front of his computer for a while.
"Closed." He looked at the oven.
"I'll watch for a while," Shi Jiang said.
He didn't speak anymore, looking at the slowly changing crust in the oven.
"Six years." Shi Jiang said.
"Hmm." He responded.
"It's seven years in one month." Shi Jiang said again.
Yang Xu turned back and closed the kitchen door.
But the door was quickly opened by Shi Jiang again.
"Yang Xu," Shi Jiang leaned against the door frame, "Shall we talk?"
Yang Xu didn't speak.
"Do you have no confidence in me?" Shi Jiang asked.
"The arm doesn't hurt anymore?" Yang Xu turned his head and glanced at his arm.
"Fortunately," Shi Jiang smiled, "If you had to play that game with me, my arm wouldn't hurt again."
"Anyway, it's boring, so I'll be in pain for a while." Yang Xu looked at the thermometer in the oven.
"You weren't like this before, I've already talked about this," Shi Jiang sighed, "You don't want to say something?"
"Say what?"Mr. Yang threw his glove at the table, turning and looking at him. "It was you who said no, it was you who got beat up, it was your dad who said seven years, now it's you who doesn't know if it's you, it's you who's got a sore arm," he said. "What can I say?"
Shi Jiang didn't speak, but laughed after a while: "It's been a long time since you talked to me so much in one breath."
"Too lazy to say." Yang Xu turned back and continued to face the oven.
"Actually, you don't care about anything else, right?" Shi Jiang said, "You don't want it because of my words."
Yang Xu supported the table with his hands and did not speak.
Probably.
No, in fact, he was still stubborn and screwed up that "seven years".
I don't know who I'm holding my breath with.
"Even if I get beaten up for you later and stop playing for you, I can't make up for it, right?" Shi Jiang said again.
"That's right," Yang Xu said, the oven dinged, he put on his gloves, opened the oven door, took out the cakes, put them on a plate one by one, and handed them to Shi Jiang, "Eat."
Yang Xu went back to the computer and sat down, turned off the video Shi Jiang was watching, and started a movie to watch.
"What do you want me to do? I can do anything." Shi Jiang stood behind him holding a plate, picked up a cake, put it in his mouth and took a bite, chewing slowly.
"Let you taste the feeling of getting what you want," Yang Xu put his legs on the table, "just like I did back then."
"Didn't I always get what I asked for all these years?" Shi Jiang said, "I dare not mention the matter of seven years to you until now."
"Really?" Yang Xu clicked his tongue, "Isn't it you who have been showing me a mule face for so many years?"
"Who has a mule face?" Shi Jiang asked.
"You," Yang Xu lazily replied, "donkey face plus horse face is your mule face."
"I didn't show my face," Shi Jiang sighed, "I just grew..."
"Mule face." Yang Xu said.
"...Yes," Shi Jiang dragged Mian Dunzi next to him to sit down, and held his hand, "I'm sorry, Yang Xu, I'm sorry."
Yang Xu looked at the computer screen.
"I want... to be with you," Shi Jiang said with some difficulty, "If you don't feel relieved, I can... wait another seven years."
Yang Xu closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.
He knows Shi Jiang too well, Shi Jiang doesn't talk much, and his personality can't let go, even if it's a quarrel, his eyes are red with anger and he doesn't have a few words.
It was really not easy for Shi Jiang to say such a thing.
pretty good.
Yang Xu closed his eyes.
Almost seven years since that day.
He had been waiting for this day, but after Shi Jiang said these words himself, he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't say anything.
It was Shi Jiang who he was chasing.
Or... It's not a matter of chasing or not, it's just that he first wants to push the relationship between good buddies one step further.
Because I can feel some subtle relationship between Shi Jiang and himself.
Different from others.
He didn't expect to scare Shi Jiang, nor did he expect Shi Jiang to be so entangled.
If he had known it would cause Shi Jiang such pain, he would never have opened his mouth.
Shi Jiang's feeling of wanting to get closer, wanting to go further, but constantly retreating made him regret his impulsiveness.
He said "Let's be together", and at the same time, Shi Jiang, who has never had a girlfriend, also pierced Shi Jiang's resistance and fear of himself.
Until he felt that the two of them were really together, Shi Jiang never gave him any promise, never said that he liked it, let alone whether he loved it or not.
Shi Jiang didn't dare.
Yang Xu didn't know that Shi Jiang didn't dare until he saw Shi Jiang's father. If it was him, he might not dare either.
"We still don't want... this." Shi Jiang's words were like a knife cutting through his heart.
What a big bowl of sliced noodles.
He was about to explode.
"Say it again." He stared at Shi Jiang.
Shi Jiang was silent and did not speak.
"Okay, whatever you want, I won't go to training or play again from tomorrow, don't worry."
He couldn't remember how he felt when he said those words.
It doesn't matter, whether you play or not.
He has been with Shi Jiang since the first day of training, and he can't tell whether he likes to play or because of Shi Jiang.
"Then I won't fight anymore." Shi Jiang said, and then remained silent without saying a word.
When Shi Jiang's father threw the iron rod at him, he backed away. He felt that if Shi Jiang hadn't rushed to block that blow, the iron rod would not have hit him.
But Shi Jiang rushed over, and the iron rod hit his arm.
It was quite heavy, and Yang Xu felt that he clearly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Kaka.
Or maybe, click.
Anyway, it was broken.
With his arm broken, Shi Jiang didn't say a word, he just hugged him tightly and swung the iron rod to block him.
In fact, you can run away. Yang Xu always felt that Shi Jiang had taken the wrong medicine at that time. If Shi Jiang hadn't hugged him, he would have run away long ago...
Shi Jiang was under the militarized and high-handed management of his father since he was a child, and perhaps coming to block him was already the biggest resistance.
Maybe there will be some other resistance after that.
Yang Xu didn't know the process, so he didn't contact Shi Jiang again.
I secretly paid the down payment to buy the house and just threw it away and left everything unfinished.
If he stopped training, he and Shi Jiang would have no chance to meet again.
He didn't know what Shi Jiang said and did, how he got his father to say those words for seven years.
If you are still like this after seven years, I will treat it as if I don’t have this son, and you can do whatever you want!
This is said with gnashing of teeth.
seven years? It doesn't matter if it's seventy years, I don't want it anymore!
Yang Xu's temper is not very good, Shi Jiang always said he was stubborn, and sometimes he also said he was domineering.
Regardless of whether it is stubborn or violent, Shi Jiang's words don't want it, it's like a hiccup stuck in his throat that can't be resolved no matter what.
Even if it can become a fart.
However, after holding back the hiccup for a year, it still disappeared, it didn't come out, and it didn't turn into a fart.
After he bought the house, Shi Jiang began to repay the loan on time every month.
Yang Xu didn't refuse, it's just that the relationship between the two continued in such a neutral way.
They are not friends, but they are very familiar with each other. They can't say more than twenty sentences throughout the year, but they each maintain their previous habits.
Car, perfume seat, little flower...
And that long seven years.
"What am I doing?" Yang Xu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Shi Jiang.
Shi Jiang didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he paused before answering: "It's okay."
I don't know, but I still do it.
Even though he and Shi Jiang still have that kind of subtle tacit understanding for so many years, every time he sees Shi Jiang, he wants to hug him and kiss him, but because the twisting time is too long, it seems that he can't find the correct posture to stretch out his hand up.
Shi Jiang held his hand tightly. Now that he has less time to play and hold the racket, Shi Jiang's hand is much softer and warm. I don't know if it is an illusion, but Yang Xu can feel the pulse beating in his palm.
"Is your dad okay?" Yang Xu asked.
"Same as usual." Shi Jiang said.
"How did you tell him?" Yang Xu looked into his eyes, "He said..."
"That can't be helped," Shi Jiang said, "I may never agree with him on this matter. No matter what I choose, there is no way to make up for it. Then... Forget it, just treat it as if there is no me." This son."
"Really?" Yang Xu raised his eyebrows.
"Really." Shi Jiang said.
Yang Xu didn't speak any more, staring at the two hands holding each other in a daze.
"Do you want to ask something else?" Shi Jiang said softly, "I can answer it now."
"Yo, is there still timeliness?" Yang Xu squinted at him, "Will you not answer in the future?"
"No..." Shi Jiang looked at him, "I want to hear if there is an answer to your question."
"What answer?" Yang Xu asked.
"The answer to whether we can be together," Shi Jiang took his hand and put it to his lips, "I went there today, just to sort things out and then come and talk to you about it."
"Why do you suddenly want to say this?" Yang Xu suddenly pulled out his hand and cupped Shi Jiang's face, "What touched you?"
Shi Jiang was stunned: "Huh?"
"Are you envious of seeing Bian Nan happily every day?" Yang Xu asked.
"... He has been in the branch for half a year, and I can't see him." Shi Jiang touched his hand.
"Really?" Yang Xu asked again.
"What is it?" Shi Jiang sighed, "Do I need to look at the two children to be touched?"
"You..." Yang Xu was about to speak when the phone rang.
He hesitated for a moment, took the phone, glanced at it and answered, "I'm not in the store."
"Will you be there? The key is still under the oil lamp at the door," Bian Nan said on the other end of the phone, "We go in by ourselves, don't worry about it."
"Aren't you bothered by coming here yesterday?" Yang Xu stood up.
Bian Nan chuckled twice: "I'm free these two afternoons."
Yang Xu hung up the phone and opened the door of the hut: "Bian Nan is here."
"What?" Shi Jiang stood up immediately, turned around and walked to the kitchen, "Do you have a back door here?"
"Stay in the kitchen," Yang Xu looked at him and smiled, "or jump out of the window."
"Don't let him in." Shi Jiang frowned.
Yang Xu didn't speak, and closed the door of the hut after he went out. As soon as he walked to the bar, he heard the sound of Bian Nan going upstairs. Hearing it, he knew he was in a good mood.
He went to open the door and blocked the door: "Closed."
"Take it easy," Bian Nan wanted to squeeze in, "We don't need you to worry about it."
"Go play somewhere else." Yang Xu pushed him.
"No," Bian Nan was very persistent, "I want to eat wife cake..."
Qiu Yi leaned over from the side of Bian Nan, glanced at the room, and pulled Bian Nan: "Let's eat ramen."
"What are you eating..." Before Bian Nan could finish speaking, he was pulled down the stairs by Qiu Yi.
Yang Xu closed the door and leaned against it for a while.
touch it
I don't know what Shi Jiang thinks, but he is really envious of these two kids.
Shi Jiang came out of the hut: "Going away?"
"Well," Yang Xu smiled, pointing to Shi Jiang's jacket thrown on the sofa, "I probably know you're here."
"Bian Nan is not so careful," Shi Jiang picked up the coffee pot, "Is there any more?"
"Qiu Yi can see it," Yang Xu went into the kitchen, took out a pot of coffee and poured him a cup, "Why are you nervous, Bian Nan asked me a few times, I guess he already guessed it."
"I'm not nervous," Shi Jiang took a sip of coffee, "I just feel awkward."
"What's so embarrassing, he doesn't know if you know he has a boyfriend but I know so he can guess that you know, but he doesn't know if you know or not he knows you are my boyfriend...so you pretend not to know That's fine, there's nothing embarrassing about it."
"...I knew I didn't understand what you were talking about," Shi Jiang held the coffee cup for a long time without turning around, and looked at him suddenly after being silent for a while, "What did you say?"
"I said he doesn't know, do you know..." Yang Xu himself was a little dizzy, and was interrupted by Shi Jiang in the middle of his speech.
"What am I you?" Shi Jiang stared at him.
"...you are my ex-boyfriend." Yang Xu said.
Shi Jiang sighed, and put the cup on the bar. The cup was not stable, and fell directly to the floor, and the handle of the cup broke.
Yang Xu turned his head and looked at the ground: "Do you know how much a set of my cups cost?"
"You..." Shi Jiang took out his wallet from his pocket and put it on the bar, "I will compensate you."
"Let's go buy it in a while." Yang Xu took his wallet, opened it and looked through it. Shi Jiang was still in the old habit, and there was a lot of cash in the wallet.
"Can I be my current boyfriend?" Shi Jiang asked.
"Do you still remember your father's words?" Yang Xu smiled, "Then you may not have a home in the future."
"Remember." Shi Jiang said.
"Is it okay?" Yang Xu turned around and took his coat.
"It does matter," Shi Jiang said softly, "But... I can only choose this way."
"Let's play a game when you have time," Yang Xu said.
"My arm hurts." Shi Jiang said.
"Hit with your left hand," Yang Xu looked at him, "I'm also left-handed."
"...Okay," Shi Jiang hesitated, "but I can't go to Zhanfei."
"Okay," Yang Xu laughed, "Are you afraid that your image will be damaged?"
"Yes." Shi Jiang nodded.
Yang Xu smiled for a while: "I can't give you an answer now, one is that we can't go back to the past, and the other is that we haven't been here for seven years."
"It's okay," Shi Jiang said, "I can come to you again next month, and I don't need us to go back to the past, I just want to start over."
"Let's play next month, left hand, I'll try to think about it if you win." Yang Xu said.
"Okay." Shi Jiang smiled.
"Let's go, buy a cup." Yang Xu opened the door, took a shopping sign and hung it up.
Shi Jiang didn't come out with him, he packed all the cakes in the hut before coming out.
"It's cold." Yang Xu glanced at it.
"No, it's hot." Shi Jiang picked up one and took a bite.
The two went down the stairs together to the side of the street.
Yang Xu looked back at the boring sign, it looked a little strange under the sun, as if he had never seen these words in the sun like this.
"Is it autumn now?" He turned to look at Shi Jiang.
"Yes." Shi Jiang nodded.
Yang Xu smiled, didn't speak, and walked slowly towards the station. There was no wind at the moment, and when he only looked at the sun, he suddenly felt like spring had already bloomed.