unspeakable ice

In the blink of an eye, the end of the new year is approaching, and the weather has been raining continuously for days, and the weather is getting colder and colder. If you listen carefully outside the window, you will find that the hustle and bustle floating above the entire city seems to have been submerged in water vapor overnight, and it is silent.

Xia Cong opened his eyes and looked out the window. It should be getting late, the light coming in from the gap in the curtains was very bright, it was a sunny day unlike yesterday.

He moved, leaned against the head of the bed, tilted to the side to reach for the cigarette, bit the filter and grinded it twice, not knowing what to do next, just doing nothing.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and he turned his gaze, a little bluntly puzzled, and also a little...surprised, at this time?

It's not takeaway, he hasn't decided what to eat today, property?Or...someone can't wait to send him home.

He lit the cigarette, took a puff before getting up to open it, and Yu Xiaolong's face appeared in the thin misty smoke.

After a second of surprise, Xia Cong raised his chin slightly, and cast a questioning but unpredictable look in the past. Yu Xiaolong didn't want to say more, his face was always indifferent, and two words floated out without warmth, "Shift change."

As expected, Xiao Zhou and the others were gone outside. When Xia Cong looked back, she landed on his hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "I brought food when I change shifts, so be careful."

Yu Xiaolong came in after changing his shoes, and when he got up, he found that his eyes were directly facing the carpet under the coffee table. He felt a little uncomfortable at once, but his face didn't change. When he walked to the kitchen, he deliberately bypassed it, "Have you eaten yet?" ?”

"No, I just woke up." Xia Cong went into the bathroom to wash up, and passed by him and told him, "Change the bowl, thank you."

I didn’t buy this meal from a small stall today, and I’m not used to the delicate young master, so Yu Xiaolong went to Tianfeng Building to pack it. The two meat and one vegetable cost him more than 250, but because it was placed in a plastic lunch box, it still looks a little bit rough.

He took a few bowls from the cupboard, and dialed them all out. Just now, when he was stared at by Xia Cong at the door, but now standing here, Yu Xiaolong suddenly wanted to question why he came here.

Xiao Zhou told him that his brother Cong hadn't been out of the house since that day, and he lived by ordering takeaway every day, not every meal. Are you starving yourself?

For people like Xia Cong, takeaway may just be a different place to eat, and Yu Xiaolong may not be as good as his takeaway if he changes places to eat.

Therefore, what he worried about was never that he would starve to death, but that he would starve to death because of him. He really owed favors, and any fruit on the road leading to starvation would become the cause he planted.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied?" Xia Cong's voice came from behind with a smile, Yu Xiaolong only felt his figure flicker in the corner of his eyes, and leaned towards him, he dodged back reflexively, and knocked his heel on the cabinet.

Xia Cong seemed to be in a good mood, completely different from the fierce look on his face when he opened the door before. There was a gentle and refreshing moisture on his face. Even if Yu Xiaolong gave him such a big handle, it was rare that he didn't make progress.

He gave him a false hug, and seeing his strong reaction, he raised his hand and backed away to draw a clear line, "Okay, I won't touch you."

Yu Xiaolong had no trust in him at all, even though Xia Cong artificially opened the distance, he still moved a few steps to the side in a very shameless way, "Don't get so close."

Xia Cong looked helplessly at the top of his head, "I actually want to ask, how tall are you?"

"I haven't measured it." Yu Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that he would lose his nerve, but such a startled bird ran counter to the purpose of his trip, which was somewhat embarrassing, he coughed, and added, "I guess 183. "

"How do you estimate?" Xia Cong asked.

"Me and our Xu... the one who drove you to the hospital when you were injured before, is about the same height, he is 183."

Xia Cong looked at him, and suddenly took a step forward. Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaolong was held on the back of his head by one hand, and was dragged forward to a distance that almost smelled like his breath. Just as he was about to get angry, Xia Cong lightly touched his stubble. Rolled it up, "185."

"..."

"You are 1.8 meters five." Xia Cong emphasized.

"How did you get it?"

"Because I am 1.8m1.8." Xia Cong said, "You are the same height as me, so you are also [-]m[-]. If someone asks you in the future, just say so."

"..." Yu Xiaolong couldn't help but glanced at the top of his head, it was indeed about the same, he didn't care, there was only a difference of one or two centimeters, [-] would be [-], and he had never looked at the height in terms of seniority.

Xia Cong didn't seem to have much appetite, he stopped after eating a few chopsticks, Yu Xiaolong signaled him to eat more, he said he was full, Yu Xiaolong ate the rest, looking at the three or four plates in front of him, the dishes The quantity is not large.

After eating, he was the one to do the dishes again, and this time he found the cleaning agent familiarly.

As soon as the bowl was soaked, there were several intermittent sounds of strings behind him. Yu Xiaolong turned his head and saw Xia Cong leaning on the sofa with a violin on his left shoulder, trying to tune the pitch of each string, and adjusting the strings with his left hand from time to time. shaft tightness.

After going back and forth like this for a while, until the sound from each string from A to E was accurate, he stood up, walked to Yu Xiaolong's side, and tapped the bow on the refrigerator door twice, "Exercise after dinner." , play a tune for you."

Yu Xiaolong knew that he was a professional by looking at his tuning movements just now and his accuracy without relying on the tuner, "You know quite a lot."

Xia Cong looked up at him with a smile, "A child from a rich family has no talent, how can he compete for favor?"

Yu Xiaolong wanted to ask what nonsense you were talking about again, Xia Cong put on a good posture and hissed softly, "Hold on, listen."

Bach's "Aria on the G String".

Yu Xiaolong could tell just by the beginning.

He learned the piano for a period of time when he was a child, but only for a period of time. By now, he has basically forgotten the knowledge of music theory, and he can barely remember the key of some classic pieces, like this one.

From a purely amateur perspective, Xia Cong played very well, without any stumbles or pauses in the middle, melodious and smooth, like flowing water, conveying the poetic melody beauty of the song itself in the delicate emotions and progressive notes Performed to the fullest.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes were focused, his knuckles were long and slender, and he danced nimbly on the fingerboard. At the beginning, he was circling around Yu Xiaolong indecently, to slowly standing still in front of the kitchen window, leaning against the sink, with a fierce posture. However tall and straight, the pure black half turtleneck sweater sets off a rare calmness.

The noon sun shines in from the window, and it is smudged by the humidity for days. Everything looks like a layer of velvet, and the beauty in the mist is always particularly easy to be magnified, so there is a beautiful and straight jawline. , at this moment, he is as gentle and elegant as a nobleman.

Yu Xiaolong looked away, lowered his head to wash the dishes, but the speed slowed down unconsciously, Xia Cong finished the song, and he just finished washing.

Standing by the window for a while, Xia Cong suddenly turned to look at him, and handed him the bow, "My feather, please accept it."

"...What?" Yu Xiaolong didn't know, so he lowered his head to look at the bow. Under the sunlight, every detail was visible, and he could even see the tiny rosin grains on each bow hair.

"Do you know why males are always more beautiful than females in nature, especially birds?" Xia Cong slightly raised the tip of her bow, and slowly slid along Yu Xiaolong's back to his waistline.

Yu Xiaolong faintly had a bad premonition.

"Of course it's for the instinct of courtship. The more colorful and decorated the feathers, the more attractive they are to the opposite sex. It's the same with human beings, so I'll pick my feathers for you and show off my skills to you."

"..." Yu Xiaolong wanted to slap him when he heard it, why did he think he was serious just now?

Probably because of his strange expression at the moment, it is too vivid to explain what it means to eat the last bite of a cake and find that there is a pile of shit under the plate. It took a while to stop.

"Hey, do you usually shave your hair yourself?" Carrying the piano, he followed Yu Xiaolong out of the kitchen, looking at his short hair.

"Ah."

"How to shave?"

"Have you ever seen a shovel?" Yu Xiaolong thought he had nothing to say, "Just shave like this."

Xia Cong saw that he said it easily, and he didn't need much technical content, "That's fine, help me shovel it too."

"..." Yu Xiaolong, "Shovel like me?"

"It doesn't need to be so short." Xia Cong randomly scratched the top of his head twice, "Just cut it a little shorter, I can't go out now."

"I didn't let you go out." Yu Xiaolong frowned.

"It's because I don't want to go out." Xia Cong rarely wanted to argue with him, and showed a compromise in a timely manner, "How is it, are you okay this afternoon?"

The Chinese New Year is only a few days away, and the bar street is basically closed. This is almost the most leisure time of the year for Yu Xiaolong.

He does have a lot of free time.

He looked at Xia Cong for a while, then withdrew his coat hand, "It's none of my business if it's broken."

Xia Cong found an old bed sheet from nowhere, wrapped it around his neck in a decent manner, and handed the scissors to Yu Xiaolong, "It's fine if it's shorter and more symmetrical, nothing else is required."

Yu Xiaolong supported his head to look at it, and probably made two gestures. He usually cuts for Shi Jie, Xiao Zhou and the others, otherwise he really didn't have the confidence to put a knife on the head that the exquisite young master washes, cuts, blows and carves.

Xia Cong was sitting on the coffee table, and Yu Xiaolong dragged a stool to sit next to him, probably because he knew Brother Xiaolong's temper, had scissors in his hand, and was in a delicate position, no matter how close he was, Xia Cong chose to be as quiet as possible. Chickens don't talk much.

Yu Xiaolong didn't dare to cut too much, after all, he is not a professional, so there is still room for him to go to the barber shop if he is not satisfied with the cut.

"... Fuck." Yu Xiaolong suddenly shook his hands, and said, "It's over."

"What's wrong?" Xia Cong opened his eyes.

"It's broken."

"bald?"

"almost."

"!!!" Xia Cong's complexion changed, and he was about to get up to look in the mirror, when he caught a glimpse of Yu Xiaolong's narrow smile from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly understood, he shook the bed sheet and sat back down again, "Cheat me?"

Yu Xiaolong was stabbed by his trembling hair stubble, he patted it twice with a towel, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "You really believe it."

Xia Cong seldom saw him smile. From the first meeting to the present, Yu Xiaolong was either angry or on the way, so that there was always a hint of cruelty on his pretty face.

I thought he would have no other expressions other than a serious smile. Seeing him laughing so unguardedly, Xia Cong felt a little itchy. He tore off the bed sheet and reached out to grab it.

Yu Xiaolong only felt dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already been pressed on the coffee table. He was so angry that he still had the mood to think that the quality of this coffee table is so damn good. Two big men lying on it actually held it up without saying a word. .

He had an unfathomable shadow about this place and this posture. The moment he lay down, his waist and abdomen pushed up hard, "What are you doing?!"

Xia Cong brushed his forehead, and suddenly bumped him hard, "Teach you, childish."

Yu Xiaolong wanted to ask who was naive, but the impact made him dizzy, and he fell back on the coffee table, "Fuck."

Xia Cong turned his back, hooked the corners of his mouth successfully, and following that movement, a pendant on his neck ran out from the collar, hanging gently in front of Yu Xiaolong's eyes.

This is not the first time he saw this necklace. At the beginning when we went to the hospital with him, Xia Cong took off his shirt. He stood behind him and saw it when he noticed the tattoo, but it was an ordinary necklace from behind. chain.

The second time he sent it to him, you can probably see that there is a round pendant under the chain, and you think it is some kind of weird decoration, which is the same in nature as the tattoos that come and go on his body.

Then it was the last time, here... the pendant carried Xia Cong's body, and along with his fallen Chun, it swam back and forth countless times on the side of his neck...

Yu Xiaolong suddenly had a guess. Although it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, he felt that it was not a pendant, but a ring that was used as a pendant, and the necklace did not match it.

It's hard to believe that a person like Xia Cong would always carry such a directional thing with him as a treasure.

Xia Cong noticed his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and put the ring into his clothes. He stood up and distanced himself.

Yu Xiaolong was a little embarrassed, so he sat up, thought of something, turned around and asked him, "What's the matter with your stomach injury, didn't it happen before?"

"You mean in the photo?" Xia Cong raised his hand and took off the sweater, shaking twice, "It's an eyesore, the P is off."

"how did you make it?"

"It's a long story." He went into the bedroom and put on another coat, "Do you really want to listen?"

"can not say?"

"There's nothing you can't say." Xia Cong sat down next to Yu Xiaolong, next to Yu Xiaolong, and said softly, "I'm afraid that I will scare you if I say it."

I don't know why, even if he lowered his voice again to create an appearance that he is very gentle, Yu Xiaolong felt that the gentleness was [-]% fake, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Tell me, look Will it scare me?"

"It happened when I was a child." Xia Cong said, "At that time, I was too skinny, hated by others, and was bought and hunted down by murderers. From here," he pointed, with seriousness, "started to draw, and kept Going down, the intestines flowed out..."

Yu Xiaolong: "..."

Yu Xiaolong: "Is there a truth in your mouth?"

"Yes, if you want to ask like that." Xia Cong approached and blew lightly in his ear, "When did I say that you are not real."

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