Flight of the Bumblebee

Daylight came in along the staircase, elongating the shadow of the railing on the roof, and casting it on the white wall above their heads, which was also dyed the color of dusk.

He Qi followed Xing Yan's backlight and came out of the stairs. White sheets were dancing on the clothes rail, and other clothes were hanging on the hangers, fixed by clips, and swaying in the wind.

"You actually washed your clothes?" He Qi looked at him incredulously, he still remembered how he was in a hurry yesterday.

However, he didn't remember that when he woke up this morning, except for Xing Yan who was not in the house, everything was neatly arranged, even the garbage was collected and thrown into the green trash can downstairs.He was too anxious when he went out, so he didn't have time to notice these trivial things.

Xing Yan said embarrassedly: "I live and eat here for nothing, and I have to do some housework to make up for it."

He Qi took two steps, inspected the fruits of his labor, and asked, "You didn't look like you could do housework yesterday." He turned and looked at him, "By the way, have you done any housework?"

Xing Yan shook his head in embarrassment.

"Let me guess, you have an older sister who does the housework, and then you don't do anything at home. Is this the case?" It's no surprise to hear them mention it.He is an only child and has no experience in this area.

Xing Yan shook his head again.

Every time he mentions his family, he doesn't say a word, and he doesn't want to force him.If you don't talk, don't talk, who doesn't have a little trash?

Downstairs came the ghostly sound of the little girl's piano.It would be fine if it was a vent-style random playing, but she wanted to play the notes. The simple "Little Star" played nondescriptly, which made people feel very uncomfortable.He couldn't wait to run downstairs to snatch the suffering electronic organ, so that the ears of the whole building would not be polluted by noise.

Usually, her parents get off work very late, and when they come back, they have to quarrel before they can go to the table for dinner.The sound of cooking came from downstairs, and after a while, oily smoke came up, and the balcony was instantly surrounded by the pungent chili smell.He Qi couldn't help sneezing, while Xing Yan covered his nose in discomfort, ran under the clothes rail, and quickly took down all the sheets, quilts and clothes on the rope.

By the way, that seems to be the new bed sheet he bought today.

"What are you busy packing these for?" He Qi asked puzzledly, covering his nose.

"Ahem..." Xing Yan freed both hands, he was choked, coughed and said, "I'm afraid the oil fume will stink."

"Then hurry up... Hurry up." He Qi fled from the balcony one step at a time, and then Xing Yan walked in with a bunch of drying things that had just been collected, coughing non-stop.

This stir-fried dish puts a lot of chili, and the taste has clearly betrayed their ancestral home.Southerners like to be bland, especially a southerner like He Qi who has lived by the sea since he was a child. If you want him to eat spicy food, it is better to let him die.There are too many people coming from all over the world in the rental house, and when cooking, the oily smoke from the bottom floor rises up, and it is often He Qi who lives on the top floor who suffers.A few months ago, I didn’t know which family fried peppercorns. The oily smoke was as big as a fire, and the choking made it uncomfortable for the eyes. It didn’t help if he locked himself in the house.

They ran into the house as if fleeing, He Qi put down the things in his hands and closed the door, Xing Yan hugged the mountain-like sheets and didn't know where to put them, he was in a dilemma in the room.

"Just put it on the bed." He Qi said, he saw that Xing Yan was about to be buried by the sheets.

"But... but... these things haven't been done yet..." he said helplessly.

"Then put the chair..." The chair is so small, how to put it? "Let's just go to bed, it doesn't matter, I'm the one to sleep anyway!" He Qi said in a broken voice.

"Aren't you a clean freak?" Xing Yan asked puzzled.

"Are you going to hold and stand forever?" He Qi answered him impatiently.

Xing Yan thought for a while and said to him: "Turn around and bring the mat by the door."

He Qi turned around when he heard what he said, there was a mat in the corner next to the gate, probably the one he bought today.He Qi took it over and asked him, "Where are you going to sleep today?"

"You put the mat on the bed first... Hurry up..." He finally couldn't stand it anymore.

After He Qi laid out the mat, Xing Yan poured the things in his hand on the mat with relief, and said back to him: "The floor in the middle of the bed, I cleaned it well today."

He Qi felt vaguely uncomfortable when he heard that he was going to sleep on the floor.How can I let a person sleep on the floor or outside?As a man, he is too incompetent. Even if Xing Yan was picked up by him, he was a homeless tramp before, but he is a human being after all, so sleeping on the floor would humiliate him a bit.But he really ran out of money, and the salary was not paid until two days later, and he didn't know if it would be paid on time.There is only a little savings left in Kari. He also bought a lot of things in the supermarket yesterday, and next he will support two people by himself.

Poor, so poor that he wanted to go out and sell himself. I don't know if there are any rich women who would appreciate his small body.

"Go out and buy a bed." He said to Xing Yan.

They came to a street of second-hand shops. Fortunately, it was early and the shops were not closed.He Qi bargained with the shopkeeper familiarly, and finally bought a folding wooden bed that was passable.He paid the money, but when he turned around, he didn't see Xing Yan here. He searched around and finally found him under the street lamp outside the shop.

What's the matter with this man?If you like street lights so much, why not turn them into utility poles! ?He Qi slandered in his heart, and beckoned to him quietly, and Xing Yan came trotting over wagging his tail.

"What's the matter?" he asked happily.

"You're moving the bed, what are you asking! Do you want me to help you move it back?" He Qi leaned close to his ear and yelled loudly on purpose.

Xing Yan turned his head subconsciously, and obediently lifted the folding bed up.He didn't have much muscle in his hands, and his thin body was a bit malnourished and hadn't recovered yet. Following He Qi, it was a bit difficult for him to carry the bed alone, and He Qi fell behind after walking for a while.

He Qi walked for a while, and looked back to see him stopping while walking, moving his steps with difficulty, dripping with sweat.I had to stop, and when Xing Yan approached, He Qi asked him: "What's the matter? Are you lucky? Do you want to help?"

Xing Yan shook his head, then raised his sweaty face, smiled back at him, and said, "It's okay, you go first, I'll be there in a while."

He Qi clicked his tongue, and while complaining that "a big man can't even move a bed", he took the folding bed from his hand.The wind was blowing under his feet, he walked for tens of meters, and stopped in the middle of the road.Xing Yan caught up and asked him what's wrong.He Qi didn't respond to him directly, but just sent the bed to him.Xing Yan watched He Qi blushing as he held back his breath, and smiled secretly, and took over naturally. The two of them lifted one side of the folding bed in a tacit understanding, and moved away the folding bed together.

After finally coming downstairs, let's talk about what stopped me first.His long arms and slender legs finally couldn't hold on anymore, and he had to rest downstairs for a while before he was willing to go up.On the contrary, Xing Yan was neither blushing nor out of breath, and quietly waited for him to catch his breath and said that he could go up, then lifted the folding bed to open the way in front of him, stumbling all the way up the stairs.

For a person who sits in an office all year round and the only exercise is to squeeze the subway at work, doing some physical work will almost kill him.

After He Qi came back, he slumped on the chair outside, staring at the dark roof next door, unable to move.Xing Yan prepared dinner for Zhang Luo, moved the table out, and asked him to eat.

Halfway through the meal, footsteps suddenly sounded from the other side of the stairs. As soon as He Qi stuffed the cold noodles he bought into his mouth, the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on.It's such a big night, who will come up?The two of them turned their heads to look at the same time, and it turned out that it was Niu Niu, who had just taken a shower and was wearing a beautiful flower dress, climbing up to the top floor by herself while touching the escalator and singing a little song.He Qi was so scared that the noodles in his mouth fell into the bowl, and Xing Yan's chopsticks also stopped in mid-air while picking up the food.

Niu Niu didn't see the two of them at first, but focused her attention on the steps under her feet. After walking the last step, she jumped out from the stairs, and when she looked up, she saw the two people who were sitting and eating.

The little girl's heartless expression immediately disappeared on her face, replaced by a moment of loss that shouldn't have appeared at her age.She first saw Xing Yan, pouted and said nothing.Then he saw He Qi, and suddenly started screaming like in the afternoon, and ran downstairs dancing with hands and feet.The exaggerated action and superficial acting skills are amazing.

How speechless. "Did I do anything?" He turned around and asked Xing Yan angrily.There is no way, whoever told him to play with the little girl, then the two of them are in the same group, so why can they only spread their grievances on him.

Xing Yan shook his head with a blank look on his face.

There was the sound of howling ghosts and wolves from downstairs again, He Qi poked his head out from the railing, his dantian sank, and he couldn't bear to shout to the bottom: "Don't--play-- anymore!"

The sound bounced off the building in front, and the echo even reached Xing Yan's ears, but the noise downstairs still didn't stop, but intensified instead.

The child has become like this, and her parents don't care?

He Qi sat back on the stool in despair, and asked Xing Yan: "Is there something wrong with this girl?" Before Xing Yan could speak, he said to himself: "It must be the parents' problem. They are noisy all day, and the neighbors are going to have a nervous breakdown. Not to mention a child." While quickly stuffing the food into his mouth, he said, "Forget it, I don't blame her." Xing Yan put down his chopsticks and looked at him speechlessly. When Wan Li raised his head, he would see an indescribable sadness in Xing Yan's eyes.

But at this time, He Qi vented his resentment on the food, and didn't notice that Xing Yan had been watching him silently for a long time.

He wiped his glistening mouth, saw that there was still half of the bowl left in the opposite side, and asked, "Why don't you eat? Are you full with this amount?"

Xing Yan immediately lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and said with a smile, "This noodles are really delicious."

He Qi faintly sensed that something was wrong with him, but he didn't say anything.There are too many things in Xing Yan's heart, which he is not qualified to care about as a person who has lived together for less than three days.

After filling his stomach, he felt satisfied physically and mentally, and the previous grievances seemed to have disappeared. Afterwards, thinking about it, he really didn't need to get angry with a little girl.Xing Yan ate cold noodles without saying a word. He Qi propped his hands on the stool, leaned back, raised his head to look at the starry sky, and sighed leisurely: "Tomorrow is Monday, and I have to go to work again."

"I really want not to go to work—!" After he shouted, he was amused by himself.

Xing Yan raised his head and glanced at him, but he said "what are you looking at! Eat yours!" and turned back.

The sky is bright and the moon is bright, a rare good weather.