Flight of the Bumblebee

He Qi walked on the sidewalk under the warm yellow street lights, stopping from time to time to look back.Xing Yan was walking about 50 meters away from him with his messy head hanging down.Seeing that He Qi stopped, he immediately stopped too.

Seeing his nervous expression, He Qi had no choice but to turn around and continue walking.Every time he turned around, Xing Yan followed closely, and he couldn't say anything more. "Just treat him as a yellow golden retriever!" He Qi comforted himself in his heart.He also thought about the shadows of the two people in front of each other under the street lights, that scene was weird and funny.

He Qi couldn't figure it out. It was already 01:30 in the morning. On the way home, he first met a homeless man who was crying and about to jump into the river. Now he actually led the homeless man towards home.Normally, when he meets such people on the road, his greatest kindness is to give them a few dollars for food, but now he wants to take him to have supper.He Qi observed the surrounding environment, but there was still no one there. The streets tonight seemed particularly empty and quiet.The emotions that hadn't had time to appear in such a tense situation just now began to ferment in He Qi's heart in the late night atmosphere.

The more he walked forward, the more afraid he felt.

"What if this person is not a good person, but Dongguo Wolf? What if he suddenly has evil thoughts and rushes up to rob me, what should I do?" The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his pace couldn't help but quicken.All kinds of tragic and bloody scenes were crazily turning before the eyes, and the bushes in the shadows seemed to hide something terrible, and He Qi passed by in a cold sweat.

Finally seeing the night market in front of him, He Qi was quietly relieved by the faint voice of people.He turned around with relief, and Xing Yan trotted to follow him not far away.He Qi had a complicated heart, but he still stood there and waited for him to catch up.

Xing Yan hadn't eaten for a few days, his legs and feet were weak, and he had expended too many calories to vent his emotions before, running and walking, struggling to keep up with He Qi's pace.He kept a fixed distance from He Qi, and had no intention of following up.

He Qi forced a smile on his face, pointed to the non-closing chow mein stall in front of him and said, "Come on, treat you to fried noodles."

Xing Yan's expression suddenly changed, he frowned and lowered his head, standing silently on the spot.

He Qi's hand was still raised, with a stiff smile on his face, he turned to face Xing Yan, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want to eat fried noodles?"

Xing Yan shook his head, looked up at the bustling fried noodle stall in the distance, He Qi saw a melancholy look in his eyes.

"If you don't want to eat fried noodles, we can eat something else." He really thought that Xing Yan was picky.

But Xing Yan shook his head again, lowered his head, and when he raised it up, those dark eyes were clearly looking at him.She was about to cry, like a poor puppy abandoned in the rain on the main road.

He Qi pondered for a while, and said hesitantly: "Why don't we go to the police and see if we can help you?"

Xing Yan understood what he meant and knew that he should be more sensible, so he rejected his kindness and turned around to leave.

He Qi watched him turn around, with a dingy back, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart. In short, he had mixed feelings, accompanied by a sense of guilt for doing something wrong.And he really didn't know what he did wrong. Seeing the man raised his leg and wanted to leave without looking back, he was so anxious that he hurried forward to stop him, and he was very tough: "If you don't eat fried noodles, you can eat other things." , I must treat you to this supper, and it will be a celebration of rebirth, okay?"

Xing Yan thought for a while and nodded.

He still followed He Qi from a distance, He Qi would look back at him every two steps to make sure he was there.When he came to the chow mein stand, the owner who was standing by the fire shaking his spoon greeted him and asked him something.He Qi absent-mindedly ordered two fried noodles, and when he looked back, there were no people left!At that moment, he panicked, thinking that he was alone, and the man ran to secretly seek death again.Just when he was about to look back, he saw a tall figure hunched over under the shade of a tree, and he immediately felt relieved.The boss just said something to him, but he didn't hear it.

"what?"

"I asked you do you want it spicy or not?" The boss, who was taking a sip of Northeast flavor, asked him again.

"Oh——" He Qi nodded quickly: "It's all spicy."

He turned his head and glanced at the shadow. Xing Yan stood there motionless, like a ghost in the dark night, or a vampire who had just crawled out of the grave. to his side.

There are a few empty tables next to it, and there are not many people on the stall.He Qi greeted Xing Yan, and sat down at the table farthest from the crowd.

Mosquitoes buzzed and danced around the light bulb hanging above, and one of them flew onto He Qi's hand, and was slapped to death by his palm. The bright red blood became darker under the smudge of the incandescent lamp.He lightly wiped the back of his hand on the suit pants—anyway, the clothes were to be changed today.

Xing Yan hesitated for a while, the boss put two sets of fried rice on the table, and He Qi shouted at him: "This way! Come and sit here!" He walked over slowly like a lady. up.

When he came over, he looked embarrassed, neither standing nor sitting, for fear that the clothes on his body would stain other people's stools.He Qi had already started to move his chopsticks. Seeing that he was still standing, he could only ask, "Why don't you sit down?" He looked at Xing Yan for a while before he understood. He glanced at the boss secretly, and saw that he was in full swing. Turning the pot over, he whispered to Xing Yan: "It's okay, you sit down! He won't say anything about the fried rice I paid for."

Xing Yan sat down, he was really hungry, he gorged himself as soon as he picked up the chopsticks, even He Qi was frightened by his aura, looked at him blankly, and suddenly said: " Oops! I forgot that you don't eat fried noodles!" He said with an annoyed expression.

The chopsticks in Xing Yan's hand suddenly slowed down, and he slowly pulled the fried noodles into his mouth.Even though he lowered his head now, He Qi still saw two bean-sized teardrops hitting the bowl heavily.

He ate the whole bowl of noodles in silence.

He Qi didn't know what to say to him, so he called the boss over after eating the noodles, and when he turned around after paying the bill, Xing Yan had disappeared.

He stood up abruptly from the stool and looked around, but he couldn't see the figure of the man.He Qi asked the boss, and the boss said that he had already left, just now.

He Qi ran two steps in the direction the boss pointed out for him, and stopped again.Standing under the dim street lights, he faced the deserted street, positively thinking that men should stop doing stupid things in the future.

Just take it as a chance encounter, he has already done everything he can.

He Qi suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. After long hours of work and nervous tension, the tiredness of being late finally found him.Tomorrow is Saturday, so spend the rest of the night getting a good night's sleep.He turned around, walked back to the old apartment building along the long gentle slope, smeared up the dark stairwell, and climbed up to his balcony cabin on the sixth floor.

He Qi took out a bunch of keys from his briefcase, opened the iron door, changed all his clothes as soon as he entered, staggered onto the bed wearing only a pair of boxers, stared at the iron roof in a daze.

Tonight he was as tired as he had ever been since work.He Qi turned over on the bed, resting his head on his arms, and was in a daze for a while, his heart was at war with heaven and man, before he reluctantly got up from the bed and walked into the narrow bathroom with unusually heavy steps.

After taking a bath, his whole body was wet, and he lay comfortably back on the bed, falling into a deep and fragrant sleep.

It was almost noon the next day before he opened his eyes in bed.He squinted his dazed eyes and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, then plunged into the soft pillow again.

His stomach suddenly made loud bowel sounds, he opened his eyes instantly, jumped up from the bed, and ran to the toilet in a panic.

He was so tired last night, he forgot to put on his clothes after taking a shower, fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, and didn't even cover him with a quilt.

"Mistake, mistake." He squatted in the toilet and thought sadly.

After solving his physical problems, He Qi obediently put on his clothes.My stomach growled again, this time I was hungry.

He found the bread in the cupboard that he hadn't eaten a few days ago, and then boiled a pot of hot water on the stove in the small kitchen, put the oatmeal and milk on the table, turned on the laptop, and started the two-day weekend.

Although He Qi's rented room is not big, it is well-equipped with all internal organs, and the key point is that it is cheap.Except for the flaw of rain leakage, it can be said to be quite good.Especially for an occasional young man like him, what could be more romantic than sitting on the roof in the summer evening and blowing the evening breeze, and pretending that he is in a slum building in Hong Kong, like in a movie That waits for the white dove to take flight, passing through the criss-crossing antenna wire clothesline.

He opened Weibo, and all the hot searches were news about a certain male star cheating on him, and a certain female star's suspected family breakdown.He browsed briefly, got bored, and closed the page.He opened the movie he had downloaded to the hard drive before, and changed a comfortable position in the chair. While eating the "breakfast" on the table, he felt the customs and customs of the other side of the ocean in the last century.

This is a two-hour movie. After watching it, I felt that it was still early. The afternoon sun shone hotly on him through the window of the room, making He Qi sweat profusely.He walked over and closed the curtains, turned on the only floor fan in the room, and switched on a black and white movie - "Casablanca".

The movie ended in a white mist, He Qi turned off the player, it was already evening outside, and the room was extremely dark because the curtains were drawn.He turned on the light on the table, took out some change from the drawer, and dragged a pair of flip flops down the stairs, and bought a cold noodle downstairs. This was today's dinner.

When He Qi finished shopping for dinner and was about to go upstairs to eat while having a fight with his regular teammates, he stood in front of the big iron gate downstairs and felt a significantly different atmosphere than usual.

It was as if a pair of eyes were hiding in an unknown corner, and they were staring at him at this moment.

He Qi hesitated for a moment, but pushed open the iron door.After he ran up the stairs, he deliberately stopped to watch the heavy anti-theft door slam shut in front of him, and then walked back quietly, looking out through the gap in the railing on the anti-theft door, trying to make sure if there was any suspicious person nearby.

When he thought of "suspicious person", a dirty and messy head popped up in front of his eyes.He Qi shook his head, and violently drove out the unrealistic thoughts.After confirming that he didn't see anyone else, he ran up the stairwell in three steps at a time.

Dinner should be eaten facing the sunset, so as not to disappoint the rooftop with a wide view.

He moved out a small chair and watched the sunset glow all over the sky while eating.The lights in the market were turned on one by one, and the lights fell on his feet like waves.He Qi didn't turn on the lights in his house, but finished his cold noodles with the remnant sunset in the sky.He was in a daze for a while, then stood up and stretched his waist, ready to throw away the garbage on his hands, and then went into the room to play games with the friends he had made an appointment with.

It was at this time that he inadvertently glanced downstairs and saw a familiar figure, He Qi squatted on the ground reflexively, slowly poked his head out behind the partition wall, and took a careful look at the person standing downstairs .

It's yesterday's bum!

A chill rose from his stomach and hit his throat.He Qi felt the fear that he had never had before—why is he following me?

His eyes widened in horror and he decided to call the police.Not daring to stand up hastily, he could only squat down and move forward a few steps, reconsidered in the process of walking, and came back disheartened.Holding the wall with both hands, only a pair of eyes were exposed looking down.

Xing Yan stood downstairs, walked back and forth a few steps, looking hesitant to do something.He Qi looked at it and thought: It's over, he sneaked back after me yesterday, no wonder he disappeared without a trace before paying the bill, and he is lying in ambush here waiting for me!It's over, have I met a stalker?Or call the police.

As he said that, he turned around and walked into the house.At this moment, Xing Yan stopped his uneasy steps. He stood still downstairs, raised his head and looked straight up, his eyes slowly swept across the entire floor, as if he was looking for something.Xu lowered his head for a while, walked to the side of the electric pole, and stood there like a pillar, not moving.

He Qi observed for a while, and saw that he hadn't moved, just as the night fell completely, he stood up in the dark, and ran back into the house as if fleeing.

My heart was still pounding after closing the door.

He leaned against the door panel to calm himself down, muttering in his mouth: "Do you want to call the police?" "110", but he didn't do that.He Qi kept staring at the standby mobile phone until his breathing calmed down before he left the door.

Early the next morning, he sneaked another glance downstairs.Xing Yan did not appear there.