Flight of the Bumblebee

Xing Yan sat in the bathroom with the light on, and moved his hand holding the nozzle over his head, and the water poured down, washing away the broken hair on his body.

He Qi stood behind him, wearing shorts and a vest, squeezed some shower gel in his hands, made foam on his hands, and applied it to Xing Yan's head.Anyway, he doesn't have much hair left, so using shampoo is not as practical as shower gel.

He trimmed his hair and shaved Xing Yan's beard by the way.His facial features, which had been shrouded in shadows all year round, were finally revealed. Looking at him, He Qi couldn't help admiring sincerely: "So you don't look bad, why do you want to be a homeless man? What a waste!"

Originally, he wanted to wash it himself, but He Qi said it, because he was afraid that if he didn't wash it cleanly, he would bring lice in. He couldn't stand it.

He Qi also said that you can live here temporarily and move out after you find a job.

"But there is one thing, you have to take a shower every day. I have a slight obsession with cleanliness, and I can't bear other people's uncleanness."

Xing Yan looked at the dusty floor, the messy table, and the random data cables, and nodded seriously.He Qi was very satisfied with his attitude, and then said to him: "You don't wash well, I'll wash it for you first, and then you wash it yourself." As soon as these words came out, it hit Xing Yan like a bolt from the blue.His body became stiff in an instant, and he stood motionless at the door.But He Qi didn't notice his performance, but was busy packing all the clothes he had changed before in black plastic bags, planning to take them downstairs and throw them away later.

He stood in the crowded and narrow bathroom wearing the clothes He Qigang gave him. He Qi stood in front of him and came in with a small bench in his hand: "Come, sit here." He put the bench on the ground, and Xing Yangang sat down. He grabbed the back collar and pulled him up: "Where are the clothes, where are the clothes. Are you washing clothes in the shower?"

Xing Yan immediately took off his T-shirt, and when he bent down to take off his pants, he obviously hesitated.

"I have what you have, so what's the point? Take it off quickly! Don't touch the water, or you won't have any clothes to wear."

He gritted his teeth and took off the eight-point blue school uniform pants from his body. He Qi suddenly stretched out a hand from behind him, took the pants away and put them aside.Xing Yan didn't wear underwear underneath, he turned his back to He Qi with his head down, his face was flushed, which couldn't be seen under the ambiguous light.He Qi put his hand on his shoulder and half forced him to sit down.Seeing him put his hands on his important parts, with a cover-up look, he couldn't help but roll a blank look, and sneered in his heart: "You two big men, why are you so shy?"

Suddenly he saw Xing Yan's expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought: "No way..."

Could it be that he really lured wolves into the house, so he won't be safe at night?

He Qi was still thinking about this when he bent down to pick up the shower gel, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.When it comes to this man's behavior, I can't help but think about "that".Who would cry and cry all day long, tears pouring down at every turn, like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, torrenting endlessly.He looked at Xing Yan from the side with suspicious eyes again, and was secretly surprised: "Could it be that he is a man on the surface, but actually a woman psychologically. That's why the family kicked him out, and he started a wandering life?"

"If he likes a man, won't he be at a disadvantage?"

He kept that movement for a while, and Xing Yan felt uncomfortable being watched by him, so he asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

Listen to this delicate voice, look at this shy expression, and look at his overall posture!

He Qi swallowed hard, and straightened his waist pretending to be nonchalant.He turned on the nozzle and poured it on Xing Yan's head. After it was completely wet, he put the shower gel on his head, and while washing his hair, he asked him, "What's your name?"

"Xing Yan." He whispered, Xing Yan closed his eyes tightly to prevent the foam from entering his eyes.But He Qi was always careful with his hands. He put Xing Yan's head back and tried not to let water and shower gel touch the wound.

He Qi nodded where he couldn't see, and said to him, "My name is He Qi."

"Why." Xing Yan closed his eyes and read his name.

Knowing each other's names is considered a formal acquaintance, He Qi secretly probed: "Do you want me to call you something else? For example, your nickname, or another name."

"Alias?" Xing Yan was confused: "I don't have an alias."

Seeing his frowning and puzzled expression, He Qi asked again: "Can I just call you Xing Yan?"

He pondered for a while, and then said: "You can call me Ayan." He hesitated and asked again: "Can I call you Aqi?"

"Don't, don't, don't!" He Qi quickly refused, "You should call me He Qi, those two words gave me goosebumps." He trembled a bit, and made a face of "goosebumps".

He Qi washed the foam off his head with water, and he also washed away the stains that had been left behind his ears before.Xing Yan sat on the stool and was rubbed violently on his back with a towel. He felt that he was a rusty iron plate, which was carefully polished with various types of sandpaper.All the old dirt flowed away with the water, his skin was flushed, and after a while of pain, it was finally clean.

He Qi raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead, looking at Xing Yan's body, just like a sculptor looking at a newly completed work.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the narrow bathroom was steaming with heat, even cold water could not quench it.He Qi was sweating profusely, so he decided to take a shower and change his clothes.

He didn't know if Xing Yan was clean like this, if they had a bathtub or there was a large bathhouse like that on the street, he might let Xing Yan go in and soak for a few hours before coming back.But where they are is the South, and Southerners only bathe in their own homes.

After Xing Yan cleaned himself up, he put on his clothes again.He Qi told him that you go out and wait a while, I have something to tell you after I take a shower.He took off his vest when he was talking, Xing Yan nodded to him, and closed the door when he went out. He didn't close it when he took a shower.

He waited outside for about 5 minutes, and He Qi came out of the bathroom with wet hair.

It was noon, and the sun was shining directly on the earth.Especially on the roof where they were, the floor reflected the glaring white light, almost heating people up.

When He Qi came out, Xing Yan was sitting on the bench at the door, stepping on the concrete floor with his bare feet, waiting obediently.After removing all the messy hair on his head and face, Xing Yan seemed to be a different person. If he wasn't still wearing that ridiculous pair of school uniform pants, He Qi almost wouldn't have recognized him when he saw him for the first time.

He walked over with a pair of flip-flops, pulled a stool and sat next to it.Water was dripping from the tip of her hair, and she obviously didn't bother to dry it, she simply took a shower to wash off the fresh sweat.

This year's summer is hotter than usual, and the weather in May and June is restless even with the wind.Fortunately, in July, the weather starts to turn cooler, the rainy season is coming, and the typhoon is coming soon, and the thunder and lightning will visit endlessly.He Qi was a little flustered, wondering if he should move out of here.He looked at the scorching rooftop, and Xing Yan looked at him.The two of them are like uncles sitting at the entrance of an alley in a leisurely afternoon, only missing an old cattail fan and children and grandchildren wrapped around their knees.

Xing Yan had been waiting for He Qi to speak, but he suddenly stood up, ran into the house by himself, and squatted by the bed looking for something.Xing Yan sat on the stool and looked back, puzzled.He Qi reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of dusty slippers.It was what he wore when he was in college. There was a hole in it, and he was wearing tight feet. He bought the flip-flops on his feet when he just moved here. This pair has been kept under the bed until today.

He washed it under the tap and told Xing Yan to put it on.Xing Yan is a head taller than him, and his feet are naturally several sizes bigger than him. He threw away the original shoes, but wearing this pair may cause bleeding within half a day.After thinking about it, He Qi had no choice but to lead him to a nearby supermarket to buy some daily necessities. After all, what he left behind has already been said, so he cannot go back on his word.Before Xing Yan found a job, he, a poor peasant among the white-collar workers, had to take care of his daily life as much as possible.

"Well, after 03:30, you go to the supermarket with me to buy something you need." He Qi said.

Hearing his words, Xing Yan immediately showed a sincere and fearful expression, and said incoherently: "I...Can I do it? Can I really stay here?"

"Didn't I say it's okay?" He Qi rarely showed an impatient expression, and said in a self-defeating manner: "You have nowhere to go, and you cry all day looking pitiful, and you don't want to go home or call the police, what can I do? Anyway If I saved your life, it will be regarded as boarding a pirate ship, and I can only send the Buddha to the West." He warned him: "Don't push yourself too hard, you don't know what is good or bad. I just take you in for a while, and I will invite you when I find a job." Move out. I am also very poor, if you want to blackmail, rob and kidnap, you have to think clearly, I may jump directly from here."

Xing Yan's facial features were wrinkled again.

"Stop, stop!" He Qi yelled, clasping his hands together and facing him: "Please don't cry anymore, since the first time I saw you, the tears haven't stopped. Don't you want your left eye? You are better than those Li Yu's girl is still scary."

Xing Yan swallowed his saliva, swallowed back his tears, and asked again: "Are you really..." He Qi couldn't help shouting at him before he finished speaking: "Really! Really! Yes Really! Don’t ask, you’ll regret it if you ask again!”

This time Xing Yan swallowed even the words that came to his lips, blinked those moist eyes, and obediently closed his mouth.

They ate a bowl of Laotan sauerkraut noodles alone at home, and took a rest for a while. Just after 03:30, He Qi took Xing Yan out.

The hottest moment of the day has passed, and the streets in the afternoon are full of laziness and suffocating heat.Most people may be caught in a weekend nap, so there are few people on the street, and the shops passing by are deserted.Only the clerk would turn his head and look at them twice, sometimes accompanied by two innocent laughs.

Of course, it's all because Xing Yan's dress is so eye-catching, it's hard for others not to notice him.

The reform-through-labor prisoners have the same cropped cut, ill-fitting T-shirt tops, quarter-length blue school pants, and squeeze slippers with a slit open.What was even more frightening was his face, which looked like he had been raped, and his left eyeball was bleeding from the beating.Those clerks didn't see his face just now, if they saw his face, they wouldn't be able to smile.