Flight of the Bumblebee

He Qi took out two broken brooms from the stack in the corner, and told Xing Yan to start working, and to clean the house for the last time before leaving.

I came in a hurry this morning, and I didn't bring any of the cleaning tools I promised to bring last night.They can only clean the dust out of the whole house, and then see if they can borrow a rag from the next door to wipe all the windows in the room.

Working in a dusty room is like working in the open air in a red smog. He Qi moved the broom slightly, Xing Yan sneezed more than a dozen times in succession, and even his eyes were red.This is how to do?When he ran to the next door to borrow a rag, the hostess gave him two masks and a headscarf by the way, saying it was a gift, and there was no need to return the rag.She also curiously asked what she was doing cleaning such a dilapidated house.He Qi just smiled at her and didn't speak.

She is the daughter-in-law of this family, and He Qi got married when she was in her teens, but when she got married, He Qi's mother had just died, so the two families were not familiar with each other.When his mother was alive, the neighborhood relationship was pretty good. There was a talking woman in the family, and it was easy for the neighbors to get along with each other.Later, he and his father were left. Both of them didn't like to communicate with people very much, and gradually became estranged from their neighbors. They only greeted each other when they met.

Once you have the tools, let's get started.He Qi helped Xing Yan tie up his turban and put on a mask, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, so he still looked handsome.Maybe only when he was filthy, with messy hair and a big beard when he was wandering, Xing Yan would not be very handsome.

They swept down the old ash and cobwebs accumulated on the furniture. He Qi was responsible for sweeping the floor. When the ash on the ground was swept out of a hill, even he himself was surprised that the whole house could be so dirty. It can be said that a desert has been swept out.

The soil that was swept out was dumped in the yard, and then water was poured on it and leveled with feet.Xing Yan held a wet rag in his hand and carefully wiped the windows and tables clean. He Qi brought a bucket of water and poured it directly into the room, and used a broom to vigorously remove the dirt on the floor, because the floor was too dirty to use a mop. , They can't borrow someone else's mop and it's also broken.

After all the work was done, the whole room seemed to have been washed with water, and the wet water was reflected everywhere, making it look much cleaner.He Qi breathed a sigh of relief, simply sat down on the wet floor, untied his mask, put his hands behind his back and turned his head, looking at Xing Yan with a tired but happy smile, gasping for breath and unable to say a word .

Xing Yan was standing by the bed, he was also extremely tired, and the muscles of his limbs that had not done physical work for a long time seemed to be whining at him.He let go of the broom in his hand, leaned against the clean desk, against the light, and gave He Qi a gentle smile in return.

The wooden boards that were originally used as partitions were already so dilapidated, He Qi tore them casually, and white powder fell from the places that had been eaten away by moths.Without gloves and tools, he had to clean it up with his bare hands, so He Qi resolutely refused to let Xing Yan help, and cleaned up the wooden board by himself.

Now, the bedroom and the living room are merged into one space, visually extended, and the original sense of occlusion disappears.He sat on the floor, never felt that his house was so big, even bigger than when he was a child.

Xing Yan quietly sat next to He Qi who was in a daze, the angle of the sun was shining directly on them through the open window, and the shadows of the two people on the ground gradually leaned together—it was He Qi who put his head on the Xing Yan's shoulder.

The hot summer wind blows in the afternoon, and He Qi closes his eyes, feeling the sweat on his body evaporate under the heat.He seems to have returned to a certain period of time in his memories. At that time, he was always lying on the floor and fell asleep. The wind seemed to be mixed with alcohol, and it was always very intoxicating.

It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not the hottest time of the day outside.Both He Qi and Xing Yan were covered in dirt, not to mention that they sat down on the wet floor, and their pants were almost unreadable.He Qi suddenly stood up and said to Xing Yan: "Go, go take a shower."

Xing Yan looked at him confusedly: "Is there a bathroom here?"

He Qi paused: "It's on the first floor, but the faucet is out of water." He took off his shirt, and said to Xing Yan who was still sitting on the ground, "But we still have a well in the yard, right?"

Xing Yan opened his eyes wide: "Bath in the open air? Is that what you mean?"

He Qi said indifferently: "You can wash in the open air. In our area, there are many things done in the open air, such as open-air toilets, open-air nightclubs, open-air dance floors, open-air..."

He hesitated: "But...but there is a woman next door..."

"Oh, I just remembered. Then wear an extra pair of underwear, don't worry, in our place, women won't cover their faces and scream when they see a man's naked body, they are much calmer than you."

As he said that, he was about to take off his pants, and when he met Xing Yan's gaze, he moved his eyes unnaturally, and stopped his hands.Xing Yan also asked him what was wrong, and He Qi said reproachfully, "Don't look at me like that for a while."

Xing Yan was puzzled, tilted his head and asked him: "What do I think of you?"

He laughed, took off his trousers, looked at Xing Yan and said, "His face narrowed, as if he was about to eat someone."

Xing Yan lowered his head as soon as he heard it, and said to himself suspiciously: "I've been looking at you like this? Why don't I feel it?"

He Qi kicked his leg, and said to him: "Get up and take off your clothes. You don't know when your dirty clothes will dry after washing them in water. If you knew it, you should bring an extra set of clothes. Don't bother to bring food."

They just ate the "dry food" that He Qi brought, snacks such as bread and biscuits, and they didn't even bring instant noodles. He Qi knew that there would be no drop of hot water in this house.

Xing Yan stood up, took off his clothes, held them in his hand, and followed He Qi down.There are walls on all sides to cover it, but the head is empty. The gate of the yard is just a fence, and it looks endless from the outside.Xing Yan felt a little uncomfortable. It was the first time he took a bath in a place where people could see him at any time. Even when he was homeless, he would go to the public toilet for a quick fix when no one was around.

He Qi lightly and familiarly put the clothes on the well platform, pressed water from the well to wet the clothes, and stepped on the dirty things with his feet.Xing Yan hugged the clothes he had taken off to his chest, looked around vigilantly, and suddenly felt a pain in his back - He Qi hit him with the wet clothes in his hands, and he felt pain and cold.Turning around, He Qizheng looked at his reddened back and smiled happily like a mischievous one.

He said: "Why are you standing there? Are you shy? Afraid of being ugly?" He splashed water on his face as he spoke, and Xing Yan closed his eyes reflexively, and was splashed with water all over his face.

He Qi still felt that it wasn't enough, so he ran upstairs, picked out an empty flower pot that didn't leak to the bottom, washed it, filled it with water and splashed Xing Yan's face.The laughter startled the woman next door. She poked her head out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her house and saw two big men with bare arms entangled in the yard fighting for a flower pot. She took a glance and went into the house to prepare dinner.

He Qi was right, in his hometown, the overly intimate actions of two men were nothing to others, it was just fun on a summer afternoon.This woman’s father-in-law in his sixties would even dance a veneer waltz in the middle of the dance floor in the middle of the dance floor while his grandfather, who was about the same age as a certain age, listened to the country disco of “Brother Come Love Me” under the colorful lights at night.

No one will have this awareness, men and men fall in love, and even have a physical relationship, just like it would happen in another universe.

During the scramble, both got drenched.Xing Yan searched on the first floor for a long time before digging out the baby-like plastic cooler from the tin house.After the weapon in his hand was much more advanced than He Ji, he gradually gained the upper hand in the water battle.He Qi was poured from head to toe with a basin of water by him several times, unable to fight back, he went into battle shirtless in a rage, vowing to snatch the cold basin from his hand.However, Xing Yan's hands were long, and He Qi stretched out his arms but couldn't even touch his wrists.

He glanced at Xing Yan dejectedly, Xing Yan smiled slyly, and raised his eyebrows at He Qi, as if saying: I'll give it to you if I meet it, just in case you can't touch it.He Qiyi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and directly a monkey climbed a tree and hung on Xing Yan's body, pushing his body's center of gravity downward, while he desperately stretched out his hands to grab the cold basin.

In the end, Xing Yan laughed so hard that he had no strength left, and lifted He Qi's hand, which was tightly attached to his body, off the ground.He Qi was stunned for a moment, feeling that his masculine dignity was offended by others, and when he was thinking about whether to punch this beautiful and smooth chin, Xing Yan's body suddenly became stiff, and he threw away the cooler in his hand. Basin, two hands circled his wet back.He Qi felt that a certain part and Xing Yan's intimacy and selflessness fit together, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he was speechless all of a sudden.

Xing Yan slowly put him back on the ground, he said he had never smiled so happily as today.

He Qi curled his lips and said, "Tou Xian is obviously still crying like an idiot."

He said excitedly again that it felt like he had returned to his childhood, and no one had ever played around with him like this.How, I'm so happy.

How to say, if you live near here, there are many fun things to do.In spring we can climb mountains to gather wind, in summer we can fish snails in rivers, in autumn we walk slowly along the coastline to the port, in winter it is never cold, and we can travel by bicycle all year round.My home is the most beautiful place in all of China, it's a pity you didn't reincarnate here.

When he said this, his face was full of pride.

Xing Yan took a deep breath and said regretfully: "If I were born here too, I would have known you earlier, we would have gone to school together, grown up together, gone to the beach together, fished snails in the river together... how happy I would be..."

He Qi said: "No, you are not you if you are like this." He put his arms around Xing Yan's waist, leaned his head on his chest, and quietly closed his eyes listening to Xing Yan's heartbeat.

He doesn't need a childhood sweetheart, the basis of his relationship is based on shared memories.If there is no hug on the Baishui Bridge, if there is no more than two months of getting along day and night, if Xing Yan has never been wandering in despair, then he is not a fringe person living on the top of the building, they just passed each other in S City at a certain moment However, two strangers who wouldn't even look at each other.

Even Xing Yan is not sure, in another parallel time and space, if he did not escape from the concert, and still attracts the attention of the world, living in the oppressive darkness, would he still feel palpitations when he saw He Qi for the first time? Move, as eager as now.

Xing Yan hugged him tenderly, and gently kissed He Qi's shoulder that was stained with water.

The sun at five o'clock seems to never set. It hangs on the other side of the elevated railway, on the waves reflected by countless fish ponds, passing through the gaps in the tracks, and slantingly shining into the empty courtyard.The clothes thrown away by the owner in a panic were scattered all over the floor, the red floor tiles were wet with water, and the yard was wet everywhere, like a crazy rainstorm.

The train made a rumbling sound as it moved.

At this moment, desire is secret, moist, and ubiquitous, erupting quietly in places where the sun does not shine.