Flight of the Bumblebee

A bag of lychees was only half eaten along the way. He put the bag in his hand on the table and turned on the light in the house.Xing Yan followed him into the room, and after unloading the heavy burden in his hands, he rubbed his sore fingers, the scratch marks on them were shocking.

Before deciding what to eat tonight, He Qi opened a bottle of beer, took a sip and put it back on the table.The cold drunkenness did not have time to paralyze him, and the condensed water drops fell along the bottle wall.When he looked up, he saw Xing Yan standing at the door in a daze, and he greeted him, "What are you still doing standing there? Bring the bag here." Xing Yan nodded quickly, lifting two heavy bags like an obedient servant walked over.

He Qi took out the daily necessities he bought and told him to find a place to put them away. Then he took out the ingredients and chose left and right. He decided to make tomato scrambled eggs, tiger skin green peppers and fried pork tonight. He also bought a supermarket The cold dishes are enough.I don't know Xing Yan's food intake, but I think he should eat about the same as me.

He Qi seldom cooks. There is an induction cooker in the rented house, which is usually only used to heat hot water. Occasionally, I want to eat a meal made by myself on a whim, but I am afraid of trouble. Shot in the cradle on a whim.

But it's different now, there are people who wash dishes, even if he cooks a full banquet in the small kitchen, he is not afraid.

After Xing Yan put his things in a daze, he came in and saw He Qi standing in the small kitchen wearing a blue apron, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and handling the tomatoes neatly, unexpectedly very seriously.He originally thought that He Qi was not like the kind of person who could cook. The so-called "drinking dish" was just a random dish of boiled edamame. A harvest beyond expectations.

He walked over, wanting to take the initiative to do something, but was chased out by He Qi pointing at him with a knife: "Why are you wandering around, if you come in and get in the way, get out!"

Xing Yan raised his hand as a sign of surrender and went out resentfully, and he asked unwillingly: "Is there really no need for me to do anything?"

He Qi answered him without turning his head: "No need!" After a while, he turned his head and pointed to the door and said to him: "You take a stool and sit outside for a while, and I will take out the dishes after frying. That's right. , don’t forget to take out the beer too.”

Xing Yan walked out of the balcony and suddenly found that there were only scattered stools and no table outside, so he had to go back to the house and first asked He Qi for advice: "Can I move this table out?"

He Qi looked back and found that he was talking about the only table in the whole room where he usually puts the computer, eats breakfast and puts sundries. Another table. Just put the things on the table on the chair over there, and put the computer on the bed."

When it comes to the bed, how can I remember that there is only one bed in the whole room besides the table, and there is even one quilt. Where will Xing Yan sleep at night?

What a wonderful and poignant question!Why can't I think of an answer for a while!

Xing Yan had already moved the table out. He stood in the small kitchen and wandered around with a kitchen knife. He couldn't think of any spare corner in this house where a living person could be placed, except for his bed.

That's a single bed!Sleeping with him at night would kill the big man Xing Yan, the bed space is so small, unless they hug each other, how can they just fight for the one who won't be kicked out of bed tonight.What's more, he is not used to sleeping with others. If he could accept living under the same roof with others, he would have lived in a shared house long ago, and he would not live here waiting for Xing Yan to come to his door.

It's really difficult. Could it be possible to let him sleep on the ground?There is not even a mat, the floor is stepped on all day long, and it is only swept once a few days. There are occasional cockroaches and biting bugs. What is the difference between letting him sleep on the floor and sleeping on the street?Shameful.

He was worried, but Xing Yan ran in again at this time, walking back and forth behind him wearing slippers, for fear that others would not know he was there.

He Qi chopped garlic with a kitchen knife and asked him impatiently, "What are you doing here again?"

Xing Yan said: "I was afraid that if you called me inside, I wouldn't be able to hear you outside, so I came in."

He wandered around behind, but He Qi had no choice but to call him over and wash the seeded green peppers in the sink.He was clumsy enough to splash the water all over the place. The hot green pepper made him feel painful and itchy, and he kept scratching it with his hands.How Qi thought he was an eyesore, and drove him out again, this time seriously and angry.

"You go out and wait for me!"

Xing Yan was frightened immediately by his yelling. He put the washed green peppers on the plate and hurriedly backed out, not daring to let out another sound of anger.

The house finally quieted down.He put the beer he had taken a sip on the stove, poured the cut vegetables into the pot, listened to the oily smoke, kept turning the spatula, and took a sip of the wine from time to time.After the first tomato scrambled eggs were finished, a bottle of beer was also drunk.

Xing Yan was sitting on the stool outside, he had already set the table, wine, lychees and cold dishes were placed on the table, and he was waiting for He Qi to come out with the dishes.

The summer wind was blowing gently, and the sweltering heat in the afternoon suddenly disappeared.The day before yesterday, he was still standing under the street lamp at the bottom of the building, counting the rooms up and down the floor without direction.It turned out that He Qi lived on the top floor, but he didn't expect that, he never saw the lights on the top floor, it was pitch black, I don't know if He Qi has ever looked down from here.

There should be, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed down with a racket to beat him violently, and then froze after seeing the wound on his face.

Xing Yan looked into the distance, counting from the place where he was, one, two, three...four, across the roofs of four dark residential buildings, there was a continuous flow of roads, yellow headlights and red taillights converging into an ocean.Against the background of the generally low old houses around, the residential building they are in looks like an isolated island, overlooking the distant ocean.

Why do you see the same scenery every night?

Before he had time to drink, he seemed to be fainting.Due to the injury of his left eye, his eyesight temporarily deteriorated severely. All the lights he saw were dizzy, like a halo of light added, in a trance, swaying non-stop in front of his eyes.

Xing Yan closed his eyes in time and sat down at the table.At this time, He Qi also came out with two plates, put them down and turned back into the house, and when he came back again, he had two pairs of chopsticks and a plate of tiger skin green peppers in his hand.

The tiger-skin green peppers that were just served were really tempting. They were shiny and looked delicious. His hand still hurt from pulling it, and it wasn't getting better right now.Xing Yan hasn't seen normal food for so long that he has completely forgotten their taste.He Qi handed him the chopsticks, opened a bottle of wine on the table, took a sip, and burped in satisfaction.This is his second bottle of wine. I'm afraid he will be too drunk to return home tonight.

Xing Yan took the chopsticks and held them in his hands. A strange feeling came to his heart. He hadn't used chopsticks for a long time, like an overseas Chinese who was used to living in the West. The first thing he did when he came back was to learn how to use chopsticks again.He picked up a tiger-skin green pepper, and the moment the food touched his tongue, the taste irritated the tongue coating, and a sour feeling crawled along the nasal cavity to his throat, making his left eye hot.Xing Yan lowered his head, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and ate in silence, in order not to let He Qi notice.

He Qi drank too much, and began to talk more, and what he said to him was all futile and unnutritious.Xing Yan sat quietly, being a competent listener, responding occasionally, never interrupting.Gradually, he got a little head up, starting from the cheekbones, the cheeks became flushed, then the ears, and the neck.There were five empty bottles on the table, all of which he drank alone.

The frequency of smiles also increased. When he spoke, he staggered from side to side, smiling foolishly, his eyes were rosy, and he was indeed drunk.

Xing Yan listened to his bitterness, what kind of stupid colleagues and stupid bosses, too little salary and too much work, I feel like I am being treated like a cow every day, and the place I live is not good, and I can scare myself to death when lying on the bed.

"But there's no way...life has to go on..." He looked up at the dim starry sky, hiccupped, and said inarticulately: "You can't say that life is hard and you want to give up...life is long ……very long……"

Those drunken eyes suddenly looked at Xing Yan's eyes, stretched out a hand across the table and patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be an elder and persuading him earnestly: "Don't give up on life, young man! The future is in your hands ..." Before he finished speaking, he fell down. If Xing Yan hadn't stood up quickly to catch his body, he might have jumped into the plate.

The empty wine bottle was knocked over by a considerable impact, rolled off the table, and shattered at their feet.Xing Yan supported him and walked over from the other side of the table. He Qi leaned limply on him, murmuring something.

He is drunk.

The people downstairs suddenly quarreled inexplicably, a man and a woman accused each other loudly, and someone beside them was trying to persuade them, but their voices were covered and they couldn't hear anything clearly.In this chaotic night, Xing Yan actually heard the sound of the electronic piano, playing notes indiscriminately, louder than louder.The person playing the piano seemed to be protesting to the quarreling couple, but the sound of the protesting piano could not be heard, and was replaced by the accusations of the two people who hated each other.

He helped He Qi, who was unconscious, to the hut, and couldn't help stopping to look at the starry sky. Behind him was still a noisy family ethics drama, with endless scuffles.He turned his head and glanced at He Qi who lowered his head, only seeing his sleeping profile and the long shadow cast by his eyelashes.

The night was obviously still so long, and he fell asleep early.

Xing Yan hummed "Serenade" suddenly, wishing him no worries in his dreams.