Flight of the Bumblebee

Xing Yan took advantage of the rain to find the landlord while He Qi was taking a shower, and took back the piano that Sister Wang had left for them.

When the landlord received his call, he said in an uncertain tone: "It's raining so much, what if the piano is damaged, why don't you put it here first, and wait until the rain stops."

Facing the communicator downstairs in his house, Xing Yan wiped the drops of water from his forehead, and said anxiously: "You open the door first, I'll go up and get it."

Seeing how persistent he was, the landlord didn't say anything else, and opened the door upstairs. Xing Yan rushed in without saying a word, and ran up the steps in three steps at a time.

The door of the landlord's house was open, and he was waiting there wearing slippers and holding an electronic organ.Seeing Xing Yan coming up out of breath, holding a black long-handled umbrella in his hand, his body was wet.He didn't hand the electronic organ directly to him, but told him to wait outside the door, went in and found two big black garbage bags, wrapped the electronic organ, and handed it to him.

Xing Yan thanked him solemnly, turned around and ran down the stairs, his face was covered with drops of water, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

He Qi came out of the shower after taking a shower, he walked into the room and called Xing Yan's name, but no one responded to him.Xing Yan was not in the house, it was raining heavily outside, He Qi searched around the house, but couldn't find him.He walked out of the door strangely and saw Xing Yan coming up the stairs holding an umbrella, holding a large object wrapped in a black plastic bag in his hand.

He stood at the door, holding a towel to wipe his hair in his hand, and asked Xing Yan who came over: "Where have you been? What are you holding in your hand?"

Xing Yan walked under the eaves and stood face to face with him. He Qi made room for him, naturally took the umbrella in his hand and helped him put it away, and put it by the door.Xing Yan walked in with the object in his arms. He was completely soaked, and the water trickled down his trouser legs. Fortunately, the floor of the room was also wet, so it didn't have much effect.He took away the two black garbage bags wrapped by the landlord, and put the electronic organ left by Sister Wang on the table.There are still so many computers and a bunch of sundries on the table, and there is only a little extra space left to barely fit the piano.

"I brought back Niuniu's piano." Xing Yan said.

"That's right..." He Qi's eyes darkened, he hadn't come out of the previous emotion.

He walked over and touched the yellowed and old keys, wondering what he was thinking.He raised his head and said to Xing Yan: "You go take a bath first, the hot water is already boiled." Xing Yan hesitated for a moment, he looked at He Qi's side face that refused to lift up, opened his mouth, but there was still nothing explain.He Qi helped him find the clothes and put them on his bed.Xing Yan walked over, took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

When the door of the bathroom was closed, a deep sigh came out of He Qi's throat, but the stagnant air in his chest was still blocked and did not go away.With a white towel hanging around his neck, he sat on his bed, crossed his fingers on his knees, leaned forward, lowered his head, and kept his eyes on the piano.

He thought, Xing Yan didn't need to be in such a hurry to get it back, it was raining so hard outside, he got wet over and over again, it's not worthwhile to catch a cold.Besides, he didn't want to see it now.Today's separation had such a profound impact on his heart, which He Qi never imagined.Xing Yan, who is so close to Niu Niu, didn't react as much as he did.The person with rich emotions may not be Xing Yan, but he may not be.

He Qi laughed at himself in his heart.

He straightened up and leaned back, lying on the bed, staring at the leaking iron roof in a daze, his limbs seemed to have been drained of strength, and they were limp by his side, unable to move even a bit, and he didn't want to move either.Just imagine yourself as a plant, the kind that hasn't been watered for half a century, and a heavy rain can't rejuvenate it, because the roots are dead.

He hasn't felt so unbearably lonely for a long time, since Xing Yan moved in.

Dad called again to urge him to go home, saying that he had no future in the big city anyway, so he might as well go home to take the civil service exam, or help his stepmother with the family business.The pig farm is no longer in operation, and she cooperated with people in the village to open a farmhouse. The business is good, and many people from the city come here admiringly.My younger sister is in elementary school this year, and she is so naughty that no one can talk to her at home, and she always fights with boys in the community, and is called a "manly woman".An elementary school classmate got married to the front desk he had a crush on when he was a child.Why didn't he tell others, that girl now only has a vague image in his mind, the back sitting upright with twin ponytails tied.

I heard that a road will be built in the village, and several families near my hometown will be demolished by the order of the government. I don't know if his house will "win the lottery".

You see, it's not that there are no worries, it's just that he places himself in the sky far away from the city and hides far away.

These, others do not know.

He also wanted to treat Xing Yan like a tree hole and tell him all his troubles, after all, he was the only person in this city who was close to him.

But He Qi only revealed part of it to him, and didn't tell him all the truth.Because he was not a complainer since he was a child, so what's the use of speaking out, it's just adding to the other party's worries.He could see that Xing Yan cared about him, but there was no need to increase his worry.

He Qi thought of the look in Sister Wang's eyes when she was about to leave. He was so tired that he fell on his body like a heavy weight. He lay on the bed and sighed lightly: "I'm so tired..."

Xing Yan just came out of the bathroom, wearing shorts and short sleeves, and wiping his hair with a towel.Seeing He Qi lying carelessly on the bed, he hung the towel around his neck and walked towards him.

He Qi was resting with his eyes closed, breathing evenly.

A pair of warm hands were gently placed on his forehead, and he opened his eyes. Xing Yan sat on the edge of the bed, water dripping from the tip of his hair, and fell on the white towel hanging around his neck, taking his temperature.

"What are you doing?" He Qi asked him weakly.

"Your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?" Xing Yan looked at him worriedly.

He raised his arm and moved Xing Yan's palm on his forehead away, "It's just a rain, it's a big deal! You've been drenched several times, I think you're going to catch a cold." He turned over, Before the hair was dry, he climbed onto the pillow, looked at Xing Yan and said, "I want to sleep, don't call me."

"But your hair isn't dry yet, you're going to catch a cold."

"I'm tired." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and Xing Yan had nothing to do with him.

He Qi lay on the bed and had many dreams again, this time he remembered them clearly.

In the dream, I knew it was a dream, and it was raining in the sky.

He was standing on the long slope without an umbrella, and Sister Wang and Niuniu walked away with their backs to him.The white rain and fog gradually blurred his eyes, maybe the rainwater entered his eyes, so he couldn't see the things in front of him clearly, he just felt that in the hazy rain, the sun was so big, and the flashing light in front of him The ordinary light dazzled him so much that he could not keep his eyes open.

A big black umbrella covered his head, and the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.He was much shorter in stature, and the paths he had walked countless times in his childhood appeared in front of his eyes, and the sound of frogs in the border fields could be heard in his ears.The rain had stopped, and the scorching sun reflected on the freshly poured white concrete road, which also dazzled him.

The mother's figure appeared on the reflective concrete road, and she walked slowly while wiping the sweat from her cheeks with her favorite handkerchief.Steam was steaming from the ground, casting her shadow like a mirage.He Qi looked at her, as if separated by a piece of white transparent glass with patterns, it was so unreal.

How nice, she came towards him.

Knowing it was a dream, the corners of He Qi's mouth raised slightly.

Even if it is a dream, it is a warm dream.

He waited for his mother to come over, hugged him as before, and gently called his nickname in the dialect of his hometown.

The heat was suffocating him, his back and underarms were sweating profusely, and he was extremely anxious.Mother has been walking on the concrete floor, such a short distance, it seems that she will never be able to walk.He wanted to run over, but he couldn't move his body, he couldn't even take a step.

He opened his mouth and let out a cry that he couldn't even hear.

He Qi was crying in his dream, kneeling on the ground scorched by the sun, weeping silently.

The big black umbrella hangs down to cover him, and someone shakes his body gently, caresses his face, and calls his name anxiously.

"How—"

"How—!"

When a thunderstorm fell, He Qi suddenly opened his eyes from the bed, seeing the familiar iron roof and Xing Yan's eager expression in front of him.He sweated profusely and was out of breath, as if he suddenly fell into the water after a long marathon. His whole body was icy, like an ice floe floating in the vast ocean, flowing to the pole with the icy current of the Arctic Ocean.

Seeing him open his eyes, Xing Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and explained to him in a low voice: "You had a nightmare."

He Qi didn't seem to wake up yet, and didn't understand Xing Yan's meaning: "What's wrong with me?"

Holding a tissue in his hand, Xing Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to him, "You just had a nightmare, and you struggled a lot while sleeping, and you broke out in cold sweat, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed." .”

He Qi sat up from the bed, his eyes were confused, he looked around, and then realized where he was, not on a long slope, not on a small road in his hometown.

The rain was still falling, beating on the iron sheet, making a sound like a drumbeat.To He Qi, it sounds like an ancient quartz clock hung on the wall when I was a child, "tick-tick-" almost bewitched by the sound.

Seeing that he was stunned again, Xing Yan couldn't help but shook his shoulder worriedly, and asked him, "He Qi, what did you dream about?"

"I dreamed..." After saying these three words, he closed his mouth.

I dreamed of my mother, she called me on the road, but she couldn't come to me no matter what.

"I dreamed of thunder." He said lightly.

In the dark room, a bright light came from the blue glass window in front of the bed, and He Qi's body shook involuntarily, suddenly frightened.

"Are you afraid of thunder?" Xing Yan asked him suspiciously.

"I'm a little scared. After being on the roof for a long time and living in a tin house, it's hard not to think of myself as a lightning rod." He explained.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Xing Yan put his hand on his forehead again.Why didn't he avoid it, he looked around and asked Xing Yan: "Is it dark?"

Xing Yan put his other hand on his forehead, and compared the two sides, he felt that He Qi's skin was a little cold and had no fever, so he felt relieved and said to He Qi: "Not yet, it's just that it's still raining outside. The rain should be much quieter now, listen—" He stretched out a finger towards the roof, He Qi raised his head in the direction he pointed, and heard that the sound of the rain had really weakened, but the rumbling thunder continued It was ringing, sometimes far and sometimes near, like ghosts floating above their heads.

His stomach also started to make a "rumbling" sound, which suddenly amplified in the quiet room.He Qi said to Xing Yan without embarrassment at all: "I'm hungry." After hearing this, Xing Yan stood up from the bed as if he had received a decree, and told him to wait a moment, the meal will be ready soon, and hurriedly I ran into the small kitchen and started to work in a hurry.

He Qi saw that he bumped into a chair and knocked over the lid of the pot, making a crackling sound, so embarrassed, he couldn't help laughing on the bed.Laughing and laughing, he felt hungry again, so hungry that his stomach hurt, he even forgot that he couldn't be hungry.I didn't eat at noon, was inexplicably tired, and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.He Qi took out the long-standing stomach medicine from the drawer and took a few pills.Xing Yan told him that he was afraid that he would be hungry when he got up, so he went out in the afternoon to buy some bread and put it on the table. The meal was not ready yet, so let's eat some.

He walked to the table and sat down on the chair. Niuniu's piano was still on it, occupying a lot of space, making it impossible to ignore its existence.The bread Xing Yan mentioned was placed next to the electronic piano. He opened the package, took two casual bites, and then put it down.While waiting for dinner, He Qi hugged his computer and sat on his bed.The cell phone rang suddenly, and it was the boss who informed him that he would be working overtime tomorrow.He Qi hung up the phone, wailed on the bed, and said loudly that he didn't want to work overtime, then turned over and slammed his face into the pillow, lying like a dead body.

Xing Yan said that he had to go to work tomorrow, and they didn't seem to have the term "overtime" for physical labor.

How can you say that you have only been working for a few days, and you can complain at will. Society is not as simple as you think. Come on, young man.

Listening to his old-fashioned tone and the poor Cantonese that he obviously stole from the landlord, Xing Yan couldn't help laughing while standing in the small kitchen.He Qi said, I'm going to squint for a while, remember to call me when your dinner is ready.Hearing Xing Yan's answer, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes in peace.