Flight of the Bumblebee

It was late at night, and the lights in the room were turned off. He Qi turned over on the bed, but still didn't intend to fall asleep.

Tomorrow, no, it is already today.Today is Monday, if you don't take a good rest and go to work listlessly, you will be criticized by the boss who brought him.Morning rush hour traffic is the first battleground on a weekday, and it's scary to think that he might fall asleep standing up on a crowded subway.

He turned again, this time facing outwards.

Xing Yan's folding bed was placed in the center of the room, and the desk had to be moved aside to make room for him.

Since graduating, he hadn't let a person break into his life circle at such a close distance for a long time, and he slept next to him, and it was only a few steps away from the ground.It means that if Xing Yan has the habit of snoring and going to the toilet in the middle of the night, he who has always been a light sleeper must endure being woken up again and again at night.

Xing Yan was lying on his side with his back to him, his breathing was barely audible, and it was impossible to tell if he had fallen asleep at this time.

He Qi lay back and looked at the dark ceiling. Suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in the distance. He was startled, and there was no sound from the back, and the night returned to night.It may be that it is thundering and raining in a place far, far away, and the Dragon King Feng Po Lei Zhenzi can't spare time. Anyway, tonight will be a good weather.

He began to dream of keeping a non-annoying pet, preferably a cat, who loves to be clean, can groom his hair, and use cat litter by himself, without the need for humans to worry about it at all.Even if you are hungry and have nothing to eat, and you run to the street, pretending to be cute and cute, some kind-hearted people will throw a piece of dried fish.Worst of all is the dog, noisy, hairy and possibly fleas.People in the neighborhood love to eat dog meat. Once he went to the street and passed by a food stall selling mutton hot pot. In the glass cabinet on the side of the street, there were one or two fat leg of lamb, and a roasted one was hung. I can't see what animal's corpse it is.The night was dark and the wind was high. He thought it was a lamb, but when he got closer to see it, it was a complete dog.The moment he saw it clearly, his hairs stood on end, and he left in a hurry.

He really has shadows, is really afraid, and has really had nightmares.

So He Qi would never keep a dog, and would hide away if he saw one. He was afraid of the living ones, and even more afraid of the dead ones.

He thought about which animal was better to keep. He turned turtles, rabbits, hamsters and even snakes in his head, and came to the conclusion that how could a lazy person like him keep a pet.And now that there is another mouth, it is more economical to put a cactus in the room, even the water bill is left for him, there is no better choice...

He Qi finally fell asleep when he decided to add a cactus to his home.Maybe tomorrow he won't remember, he won't remember the distant thunder he heard by chance, he won't remember thinking about which pets to buy, and he won't remember the cactus that appeared in his mind when he was half dreaming and half awake.I just remember that I lost sleep that night, tossed and turned, and fell asleep very late.

The next day he was woken by the alarm clock and got out of bed.Xing Yan also rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed.

The wound on his face has been obviously much better after applying medicine in the past two days.It was the left eye, the bloodshot eyes hadn't disappeared yet.When I asked him, he also said that he could see clearly and he would recover in a few days, so he didn't need to go to the hospital, so He Qi let him go.

He sat on the bed for a while before recovering from the low blood sugar state he woke up in the morning.At this time, He Qi had already taken out his clothes from the cabinet and was fully dressed, and was about to walk past him to brush his teeth in the bathroom.Xing Yan suddenly said, "Why don't I make you breakfast in the future."

He Qi stood still at the end of his bed, and replied to him: "Can you get up? Besides, it's more convenient for me to buy food while walking."

Xing Yan lowered his head and did not speak.He Qi knows his concerns, and he doesn't want to depend on others to do nothing, even if it is a meager contribution, he also wants to reduce He Qi's burden a little.

Xing Yan understands that it doesn't matter if he doesn't live in, and having an extra mouth to eat means spending more money.He was not rich in the first place, and he was forced to live in such a dilapidated place, and he had to be helped.It wasn't his responsibility in the first place, it was him who fell from the sky and put it on his shoulders.

He Qi never complained about these things. Although he likes to shout at Xing Yan and sometimes looks very fierce, the inadvertent tenderness in his heart is still not covered up.

This made Xing Yan even more guilty and ashamed, because there was nothing to repay.

Seeing his expression, He Qi smiled and said, "You can learn how to cook dinner for me, so that we don't have to eat out every day, and we can save a lot of money."

When Xing Yan heard his words, he immediately raised his head, showing a smile without haze, and only said: "Okay."

He Qi glanced at him and went out.Xing Yan got off the bed, tidied up his quilt first, and put it on He Qi's bed together with the pillow.In order not to obstruct the road, he put away the folding bed and leaned against the wall.At this time, a beam of sunlight from the east window was penetrating the blue stained glass and shining on the floor under his feet. He turned his head and looked out the window, and the fish-scale morning glow stretched across the sky.He Qi came in after washing up, greeted him, picked up his briefcase and left.

Standing on the balcony, Xing Yan watched him disappear after turning a corner, and suddenly remembered that when he was playing with Niuniu downstairs yesterday, he heard a radio broadcast outside someone's balcony, and the weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain this afternoon.The black long-handled umbrella was hanging on the wall, but He Qi didn't bring it with him.

When I went out, the sun was just right, so I had a premonition that I would be in a good mood all day today.

He squeezed into the early train and caught the pole amidst the jostling crowd.I heard that the nearby universities have finished their holidays. The subway emptied out a group of people two days ago. They were all students pushing suitcases and carrying big bags in their hands to go home for the summer vacation.The students who have not yet returned will not come desperately to squeeze the morning bus, and there are fewer people going shopping in the city when there is no class on Monday morning, so that they don't feel the same suffocation in the train as usual.

The line, which connects downtown to suburban University Park, used to be packed every weekday morning.

After leaving the subway, on the way to the company, He Qi actually picked up five yuan from the ground.He took the money and looked around. There was no one else around except him. He couldn't go to the police uncle like he did when he was a child.He Qi put the five yuan into his pocket without hesitation, feeling that he was very lucky today, until he took the elevator and came to the work place.

The opposite table was empty. The female colleague who had been here for less than three months submitted her resignation yesterday afternoon, and the boss approved it.

Sitting at the next table, the married female colleague who used to like to gossip with him in the tea room drifted all the way to him in a chair, holding a pen in her hand and kept tapping on her chin as if thinking.He Qi didn't look at her, but turned on the computer directly.The woman whispered in his ear that the newcomer couldn't stand the slightest bit of grievance, and resigned after only a few curses. If she were the boss, she wouldn't keep such a glass-hearted employee, what kind of words.

He Qi smiled at her politely and didn't speak.Seeing that he ignored him, she pushed the chair and swished back to her office.

Someone in the work group suggested that we go to the restaurant downstairs that serves Hunan cuisine for lunch today. Everyone should go, see or leave.

How to open the drawer, prepare the stomach medicine first.He doesn't like spicy food, and of course he doesn't like Hunan cuisine, which is all spicy and enjoyable. It's just that he has to go to work dinners. He has already rejected many weekend gatherings, causing his name to be automatically crossed out when organizing gatherings.This seems to be very out of group, so he will go to the noon dinner on weekdays, and will not escape.

After working all morning, he stood up on the chair and went to the pantry to refill himself a glass of water.After walking a few steps, it was time for the noon break. A group of people came out from behind the computer one after another, calling for a quick walk. They called the boss to agree on the dishes, and they would be cold later.Chase each of them down like piggies, and He Qi doesn't even have time to go back to put the cup.

The "aging" of their company is quite serious, and he is the only young man in his twenties.It turned out that there was someone younger than him who came to work here right after graduating from university, but he was scolded and left yesterday.

He Qi became the target of ridicule by the group of people at the table. For a while, the sister gave him meat, and for a while the brother poured wine for him. Yes, I dare not drink too much.Some people even inquired about his family conditions and said they would introduce him to a blind date, but why just smiled and said nothing.

He suddenly envied the girl who resigned today. If she was still there, the two of them would be the ones being ridiculed at this table.Some people have been making jokes about them before, saying that they have to make do with the two of them to achieve some kind of office romance.Those old aunts had more energy than this young man, and sometimes he couldn't resist such enthusiasm.But the girl is obviously not willing to accept this kind of joke, so she usually pays attention to keeping a distance from him.

He Qi drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his cheeks started to feel a little warm, but was soon filled up by the person next to him.

He looked at the chopsticks coming and going on the table, and listened to the noise around him. A group of people were eloquently talking about stocks, parenting, and houses, all topics that he was not interested in at this stage.He Qi suddenly felt a sense of alienation from the bottom of his heart, not aimed at his colleagues, but felt that he had never integrated into this city.

He was a little drunk, and bought himself a bottle of extremely bitter black coffee when he came back, and managed to maintain his state and finish his work.

The off-duty time is also very punctual, no one else gave him extra work, and the boss did not talk to him.

He Qi came out of the office building and walked along the sidewalk towards the subway. At this time, a dark cloud was drifting from the west. He didn't notice it because he was busy on the road.

There are not many people on the subway, but the seats are still full.He stood near the door, leaning against the glass window, staring at the dark outside of the car without blinking.There are occasional billboards in the tunnel, and the lights shone on his face when he passed by, and the reflection on the glass window was so tired, it was almost a different person from when he went out this morning.

When I got out of the subway station, it was raining outside.

He Qi looked at the pouring rain and the sky covered by dark clouds, and his heart seemed to be shrouded in a huge shadow.

He held his briefcase on his head, and was about to rush into the heavy rain with all his might, when he heard someone calling him behind him.

"What!"

He Qi turned his head in the direction of the voice, and Xing Yan stood not far behind him holding the big black umbrella he had left at home, smiling happily just because he finally found him.

He Qi took the briefcase off the top of his head, a gust of wind blew, and the mat wrapped in rain wetted him.

He directed at Xing Yan, and said lightly: "Why are you here?"