Mountains and seas have a home

The long nap ended in the evening, and when Ji Yao woke up, the rain was a little lighter, and there was mist on the windows.His hands and feet were cold, and the autumn chill swarmed his extremities, while outside the window the paler, damper clouds scurried away along the leafless willow bushes.Ji Yao rubbed his hands to keep warm, and stood up on the couch, only to find that the room had returned to being empty again.It's just his house, not his home.

Ji Yao doesn't know how to cook, the stove in the kitchen has been cold for years, and he doesn't want to light fireworks.I went out to find a restaurant for dinner, and on the way back I kept thinking about Fu Zhong, wondering if it would be better if he was by my side.After eleven o'clock in the evening, Ji Yao ended the video conference, closed the computer and rested with his eyes closed.He took off his glasses and looked at them, the thin sides were golden, very nice.

He looked at the clock. In the dark world, only by looking at the clock can he know that time is passing.Ji Yao pondered for a while, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number, he called Fu Zhong specifically.Ji Yao felt that he should apologize for his words and deeds in the afternoon. He might not be so thoughtful when facing others. People in his position rarely need to bow their heads to apologize to others.But Fu Zhong is different, Fu Zhong is a person with magical powers, and Ji Yao puts him in an important position.

When the phone rang, Fu Zhong was sleeping wrapped in a blanket, the wall lamp was on in the room, and the rain was dripping on the window.He was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone, raised his head from the blanket sleepily, and touched the mobile phone to see the caller ID.When he saw the caller's remarks, he jumped out of the blanket with a jolt. I am afraid that the call from the Royal Swiss Academy of Sciences would not make him so excited.

"Hello, Chief!"

Ji Yao waited for a long time and finally waited for someone to pick it up. He smiled happily and stood by the island and poured coffee beans into the brewer: "Why did it take so long to pick it up? You wasted 35 seconds of my time."

"I fell asleep just now." Fu Zhong crossed his legs and lifted the blanket to cover his naked upper body.His drowsiness had already flown away the moment he heard Ji Yao's voice, and the unforgettable first sight in his dream had also put on his wings and ascended to the first bright star of the constellation Ursa Major.

"Go to bed so early?"

"When I got home, I recited the "Regulations" for a while, and then I fell asleep, and I fell asleep all at once." Fu Zhong said, he lay down again, tossing and turning on the soft bed, looking at the quaint ceiling on the ceiling with radiant eyes. decorative brass chandelier.

Ji Yao squinted his eyes. He stood behind the island and washed the apples he just bought, with earphones on his ears: "I'm the one who disturbed you. Go on to sleep."

Fu Zhong was lying on the pillow, leaning on his elbows to listen to the phone, fiddled with the shirt that Ji Yao lent him to wear, and smoothed out the wrinkles: "Don't hang up, I'm awake now. What do you want from me? Or--"

"Or what?"

"Or do you miss me?"

Fu Zhong heard Ji Yao's soft laughter, and didn't hear him answer for a long time after that.No one can see anyone through a phone call.Fu Xin waited anxiously, quietly guessing Ji Yao's expression.Fu Zhong arranged the collar of his shirt neatly, moved closer and rubbed it with the tip of his nose, the fragrance from it was lingering around him all the time.Ji Yao can't see what he's doing, and Ji Yao won't think that his shirt will make people so nostalgic.

The washed apples were not peeled, so Ji Yao cut them into small pieces with a knife and put them on the plate, weighed a piece with water-stained hands and put it into his mouth.The apples were crisp and did not turn sandy. He was glad that he had bought a good fruit.Ji Yao ate a piece of apple first, and then talked about another topic: "I made a special call to say 'I'm sorry' to you."

"Why did the chief say 'sorry' to me?"

"I'm sorry for what happened in the afternoon. I didn't have a good attitude and kicked you out." Ji Yao said while propping up the bright as new marble countertop, watching the trickle in the sink disappear into the sewer entrance, "My emotions Not very stable, easy to be irritated by some small things. Well, Fu Zhong, I can understand your kindness, you are a great person, anyone will like you."

Fu Zhong hugged the blanket and laughed secretly, Ji Yao's compliment made his neck turn red.His ears were itchy with heat, Fu Zhong rubbed his ears, turned over and sat up: "It's okay, sir, you don't need to blame yourself. You are fine, but you just need to relieve your anxiety."

How can it be so easy to relieve anxiety, Ji Yao thought, those pills and tablets sprayed with fragrant powder did not have the effect of bringing the dead back to life, but made my stomach burn and hurt.But he didn't say this, he took the plate with the apples and sat down at the table.Now he is conscious and he knows where he is.When he listened to Fu Zhong's phone call, he felt that Fu Zhong hadn't left, he was by his side.

Ji Yao asked, "When are you going home?"

"I'll go back tomorrow, it's the weekend, and I might stay for one night." Fu Zhong lifted the blanket and got off the bed, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, went to the cloakroom to find a loose long-sleeved shirt and put it on.He walked around the cloakroom to check his clothes, looking at the cabinet full of expensive and shining clothes and thinking about what he should wear tomorrow.

The coffee exudes the aroma of flowers, and Ji Yao stirs the foam floating on the top with a spoon, and says, "Come and pick me up at the subway station next to the Time Bureau at nine o'clock tomorrow. Let's go to the south, my home is there. I want to go back and see Look at mom."

Fu Zhong just soaked Ji Yao's shirt in the water and began to wash it. He paused after hearing Ji Yao's proposal, and asked expectantly, "Have you changed your mind?"

"Didn't you ask me to go out for a walk? I'm going out with you now." Ji Yao said, "Don't you want to? Then I won't bother you."

How could this happy event in the world be missed? Fu Zhong's wish for so long has finally come true.He happily cleaned Ji Yao's shirt, it was the first time that he could do it himself.He agreed to Ji Yao's request, and the two agreed happily.Fu Zhong regards tomorrow as a date day, and the first date with Ji Yao is still in such a good season.

Ji Yao sat in a chair watching the rain, the lights in the rain blurred out a blurred outline.There was a smile on his eyebrows, which he couldn't notice.He prayed that the rain would stop soon so they wouldn't have to complain about the weather when they went out tomorrow.

After washing Ji Yao's clothes, he dried them and ironed them for him. Fu Zhong looked at the neatly hung black shirt and smiled with satisfaction.After he went to wash up, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep again until the early morning alarm clock woke him up.As soon as Fu Zhong opened his eyes, he cheered up. He quickly packed his things and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for himself.Fu Zhong stayed in the cloakroom for more than an hour, and it took him a lot of brainpower to choose clothes.He has a good face and a good frame, he is God's treasure.

When it was time, Fu Zhong fed the birds and fish before going out.He purposely put on the collar stay, and got into the car neatly.He drove the white car out of the underground parking lot in Chang'an Taihe, and drove onto the avenue full of pagoda trees.It was a dark day with thick clouds, but no rain.Last night's rain remained on the road, and the verdant greenery on both sides of the road was drenched, and he was waking up sleepily.Everything is so beautiful, the whole world is echoing his mood!

Ji Yao got up early, and it was far from nine o'clock when he walked to the subway station wrapped in a windbreaker.Ji Yao went to stand in front of the newsstand next to him for a while, flipped through the newspaper, and bought it with a few coins.He held the hot cocoa he had just bought in his hand, with a charming aroma.Ji Yao saw the words "backtracking plan" written on the newspaper, took a sip of cocoa leisurely, and browsed.

Fu Zhong parked the car in front of Ji Yao half an hour earlier, and Ji Yao was studying the crossword puzzle behind the newspaper.They all come too early, always worrying that time is running ahead of them.Fu Zhong lowered the car window, Ji Yao smiled at him, walked around to the other side, opened the car door and sat in sideways.He brought in the warm scent of cocoa, and the cool frost of autumn mornings.Ji Yao was wearing a lapel windbreaker, so neat and tidy that people couldn't take their eyes off after just one glance.

"Why did you come so early? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Not long." Ji Yao shook his head and lied, covering his coffee cup to keep warm. He saw that the current time was 08:30 in the morning, "It's only a few minutes. You came just after buying the newspaper. It's still early."

Ji Yao on weekends is really different from Ji Yao on weekdays. The first sentence is not to criticize Fu Zhong for not calling a report.

Fu Zhong knew that he was lying, because he waited for a long red light at the intersection 200 meters away from the subway station, and Ji Yao had already stood beside a bright red fire hydrant and read the newspaper carefully.As long as there is a red light, Fu Zhong will watch him from a distance. Such a person is too difficult to ignore.

"Have you had breakfast?" Fu Zhong asked, he started the car and turned a corner to merge into the main stream from the side road, "If not, I will take you to the restaurant. The viewing restaurant on Ocean Park Avenue is very close to here, 2 minutes away arrive."

"Leave me alone, just drive your car." Ji Yao shook the newspaper in his hand, making a rattling sound, "I've eaten it in the bureau, stewed cod with creamy potatoes, blackberry sauce, and onion and bean rice."

Only then did Fu Zhong feel relieved, at this time they entered a new road, and the viewing restaurant that Fu Zhong said was showing its blue exterior wall behind the tall plane tree.They passed under the sycamore tree, and Fu Zhong asked, "Do you want to open the roof? You can go for a ride."

Ji Yao pondered for a while, then shook his head: "No need, there are many people on the street, it would be bad if acquaintances or people from the internal investigation department saw it."

The idea of ​​driving a convertible car had to be given up, but Fu Zhong didn't think it was a big deal, it was good enough that Ji Yao could sit beside him.While waiting for the red light, Fu Zhong first asked Ji Yao: "Sir, should we go to your house first or mine first?"

"Go to your house. I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter whether I go back or not." Ji Yao said, he was a little evasive about the question of going home.

Fu Zhong felt his escape, but Fu Zhong didn't know what made him unwilling to go home.Ji Yao was sitting in the co-pilot. Although he bought hot cocoa, he seldom drank it and kept it in his hand more often.Fu Zhong wisely didn't ask, and Ji Yao didn't speak, they passed through the toll booth and drove onto the expressway.Fu Zhong let the car speed up, and the green coral trees outside the railing quickly retreated beside them.

The expressway was blocked for a while, and the road could not be cleared until the traffic police came.The traffic flow was at a standstill, Fu Zhong waited patiently, while Ji Yao had already fallen asleep, his profile was reflected on the car window.Ji Yao held the mobile phone in his hand, and loosened his fingers. Seeing that the mobile phone was about to drop, Fu Zhong reached out and pulled it.He put the phone into Ji Yao's coat pocket and saw his folded hands.

Those hands were reflected in Fu Zhong's eyes, it was the kind of hands that drove the plane and tank to fight for their lives on the battlefield, and it was the kind of hands that were so fascinating when holding a cigarette.It makes people feel amazing that the same person's hand can have such two completely different qualities.Fu Zhong's fire was burning again, and Ji Yao's hand made him want to touch it surprisingly, this is not the first time this kind of thought has appeared in Fu Zhong's mind.

He quietly stretched out his hand to cover the back of Ji Yao's hand, he didn't do anything else, just covered it like this.Ji Yao fell asleep, her hands were cold, but Fu Zhong's palms were warm.

Keep it like this for a while, no matter how hot the fire is, there is a limit.Fu Zhong sat quietly, looking at the confused red light of brake lights on the road ahead, the real touch in the palm of his hand made him completely abandon the irritability caused by the traffic jam.Ji Yao moved his body, Fu Zhong thought he was awake, and hurriedly took his hand back.At this moment, Ji Yao suddenly turned his wrist, searching for Fu Zhong's hand.

Probably after finding a warm place, Ji Yao calmed down and continued to dream.Ji Yao's dream is very deep, once he falls asleep, it is difficult to wake up from the dream, this is the change brought by the medicine.

Fu Zhong was overwhelmed with fright, this was the first time he held hands with Ji Yao.Living on the same campus for four years in college, he can find opportunities to meet Ji Yao every day, but he has never touched him once.He watched Ji Yao carefully for a while, and although he still maintained a defensive posture, he was no different from an ordinary person when he fell asleep.People don't have much consciousness in dreams, so Fu Zhong is sure that this is an unconscious behavior.

Now he was relieved somehow, but he was reluctant to let go of his hand, such a surprising moment could not come across several times in a year.Ji Yao's hand is firm and hard, cool, holding it like a piece of cold steel, as if his body was born with an iron and stone structure.

The traffic ahead was so crowded that it couldn't move, and the brake lights were shining bright red.The traffic police car chased from the emergency lane with its warning lights on, and rushed to the front to clear the congestion after a while.No one honked the horn, so Ji Yao had a good night's sleep.After the obstacles were cleared, the traffic flow started slowly, and Ji Yao still held Fu Zhong's hand like that.Fu Zhong held back the reluctance in his heart, withdrew his hand to hold the steering wheel, and started to speed up.The warm and cool feeling still remains on the hands, like cold boiled water in summer.

Fu Zhong stared at the road ahead, his heartbeat was as fast as the wheels, and the hot blood made his back sweat.Ji Yao tilted his head and put his hands on his waist. At this time, Zhou Gong was playing chess with him, maybe he was playing chess at an exciting place.

After getting off the highway and driving into the city, Ji Yao woke up, covered his face to recover his sanity, and propped his chin to look at the street scene outside.Fu Zhong glanced at him quietly, and Ji Yao didn't ask about the holding hands just now.

The car stopped at the entrance of an alley, and Ji Yao asked him, "Your family lives here?"

"Not here. I'm here to find a friend, please ask him one thing." Fu Zhong picked up his mobile phone, "Just sit in the car and wait a moment. I'll go to the courtyard in front, that's my friend's house, and he will live there."

Ji Yao nodded without asking further questions.Fu Zhong got out of the car, took his coat and put it on, and stepped on his leather shoes into the alley.The fences on both sides are covered with tiles, and clumps of roses climb on the top of the wall, and the melting greenness sweeps away the bleakness of autumn.The chirping of resident birds came from the courtyard, as if someone was sowing them without a trace.The red-breasted chickadee is not afraid of the cold, and perches on the tiles with its feathers erected. It flutters its wings and flies into the flowers to chase up and down.

Fu Zhong knocked on the door knocker, and it took a while for someone to open the door for him.Second Pao, wearing a thin black sweater, came out from behind the quaint courtyard gate, with a long and thin chain hanging on the outside of the sweater.His face was clean-shaven and his hair was brushed back neatly. When he saw Fu Zhong, he immediately hugged him with a smile on his face.

"It's a good job, Dad has been waiting for you for a long time." Er Pao frowned and looked at Fu Zhong, "Do you want to go on a blind date or get married if you dress like this?"

"A date." Fu Zhong replied beamingly, and handed him the paper bag in his hand, "This is the collar support, please engrave two letters on it. There is no other person in Beijing that is better than your metal carving skills." It's gone."

Erpao took the paper bag and weighed it, but didn't look at what was inside, and gestured to Fu Zhong: "Go in and sit for a while?"

A large gray-blue brick screen wall is exposed from the half-opened door, and behind this magnificent screen wall is a spacious courtyard.This is a property owned by the Second Artillery, and he lives here on weekends.Fu Zhong heard the chirping birds, and shook his head: "No, I have to go on a date, and I'll be a guest next time. When will you be able to finish the work?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Fu Zhong smiled and tiptoed, this answer satisfied him.The two stood under the eaves and said a few words. Second Pao was older than Fu Zhong, with a clean face and decent clothes.This tall man in black had an aura reminiscent of a prison, and one could not help but wonder if he worked for the intelligence service or if he just did it.

After the Second Pao sent Fu Zhong away and saw him disappear in the alley, he closed the door and walked down the green brick steps, walked through the dense old trees in the courtyard to the wing.The copper stove in the wing room burns small jasmine flowers, and behind a few curtains is his workbench.Er Pao sat on the chair, opened the paper bag, and took out the collar stay from inside.He studied these two little things for a while, and took rubbing paper to prepare a sketch.Erpao is an expert in engraving metals, he engraves all kinds of metals, including bullets.

Ji Yao got out of the car, walked around on the cobblestone road for two laps, then leaned on the hood and waited for Fu Zhong to come back.Seeing that he wasn't sitting in the car, Fu Zhong went over and asked with a smile, "Why are you waiting here? It's very windy outside, making you feel chilly!"

"The car is boring, so I'll get down and take a walk." Ji Yao rubbed his hands, turned up his collar to cover his neck, "Are you done? Let's go."

They drove onto Feng Shihuan Road, and drove towards the villa area along the black and flat mountain road.Ji Yao saw that there were stretches of villas on the mountain, with Spanish-style tiled roofs hidden in patches of colorful autumn forests.At the foot of the mountain is a canyon covered with daisies, and a small river flows through the bottom and joins the big river outside.There was fog in the valley, and the dots of lights were like red berries hanging on the Christmas tree, casting faint blue shadows.

Fu Zhong's parents' home is a Greek-style manor on an open terrace. The main building is the most beautiful and amazing luxury house in the middle of a cluster of villas.The balcony on the second floor is nailed with a wooden fence, the stone steps of the terrace are connected to the garden path, and white marble statues stand on both sides of the lawn.The air is dark and fresh, humid and bleak, filled with a strong smell of mountains and forests.Ji Yao felt that this place was very familiar, as if he had been there before, but he couldn't remember it.

"Chief, this is my home." Fu Zhong parked the car on the side of the gate of the manor, revealing the metal nameplate on the red stone pillar, "Get out of the car, let's go in together."

Ji Yao looked at the lights in the villa and said, "I won't go down, I'm an outsider, it's not good to go in."

"I mentioned you to my parents, and they all respect you." Fu Zhong said, "If they can see you, they will be very happy."

Ji Yao shook his head and waved off Fu Zhong: "You have to listen to me. I don't like repeating orders, it's annoying."

Fu Zhong was afraid that Ji Yao would get angry, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to park the car in the parking space drawn on the side of the mountain road, and reserved the door for Ji Yao.Sitting in the car, Ji Yao watched Fu Zhong enter the door of the villa, and immediately a helper came to help him carry the gift he bought.Ji Yao sat for a while with chest tightness, he didn't like the closed environment.

Leaning beside the car and lighting a cigarette, Ji Yao stretched out his long legs and stared at a thin drainage ditch beside the asphalt road.The ditch is close to the mountain with lush branches and leaves, and the stones beside it are covered with green, hairy and wet moss.There is a silvery trickle flowing in the ditch all year round, making a slight rushing sound, washing the dead branches and leaves falling in the ditch.The quiet mountain road, the humid air, and the intoxicating fragrance all made Ji Yao feel refreshed and relieved of all worries.

Now he believes what Fu Zhong said, the vast world allows him to breathe freely, leaving room for his life to turn around.

"Aren't you going to stay at home for the night?" Xu Yingzhao brought walnut oil Greek cakes to her son, "It's so easy to come back once, why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Fu Zhong stood on the verandah, pointed outside, and said, "I want to send a friend off, so I can't stop."

Xu Yingzhao gathered a fine cashmere shawl, stood beside the wooden railing wrapped with rose thorns and looked down, Fu Yangxia stood beside her.A man in a knee-length windbreaker had one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other. He was walking back and forth along the rain-soaked mountain road, occasionally looking up at the endless city below the mountain and the thick clouds in the sky.Xu Yingzhao watched him, stood silently on the balcony for a while, then turned and walked away, while Fu Yangxia stayed on the balcony.

Fu Yangxia is a slender, healthy and mighty old man. He has the nobility of a family and the toughness of an army general.His hair is white and gray, his noble head is raised proudly, he is full of energy and hale and hearty.Fu Yangxia's sharp eyes are happy and young, full of life and thought.When he saw Ji Yao, he turned his head and asked Fu Zhong beside him: "Is he your friend?"

"Yes, Daddy, he's my friend."

"Then he must be a good person." Fu Yangxia smiled, didn't say any more, turned around and walked to the hall.

Xu Yingzhao gave the Greek cakes to her son in a box. Fu Zhong joyfully hugged the box and bid farewell to his parents, and walked out across the white stone road in the lawn.He found Ji Yao and handed him the box containing the walnut oil pastry: "My mother made it herself and gave it to you. It tastes very good, you can try it."

Ji Yao's cigarette hadn't finished burning yet, he turned up the collar of his windbreaker to keep out the cold, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Wait until I finish smoking this cigarette."

"Chief, your throat is not very good. The doctor said that you can't touch irritating things. Please touch less of these things."

Ji Yao took a look at the cigarette and put it in his mouth: "No way, it can make me relax a little bit. I didn't smoke before, but you know, in that kind of place, I can only rely on this method To numb the nerves."

Fu Zhong knew where the "that kind of place" he was talking about was, and Ji Yao covered it lightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.Ji Yao turned his eyes to look at Fu Zhong's face through the smoke, and said, "Do you want to live at home?"

His eyes fascinated Fu Zhong again, and Fu Zhong hurriedly turned away: "I can't stop, I'll be with you, and you can go wherever you say."

"Fu Zhong." Ji Yao stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Did I teach you to look at the instructor when talking to him?"

Fu Zhong shuddered, looking into Ji Yao's eyes.I thought Ji Yao was going to do something to him, but I didn't want Ji Yao to do nothing, took the box containing the pastry from him, opened the car door and got in.

They went to the restaurant on Jintong East Road to have lunch together. At the table, they chatted about the "backtracking plan", and Ji Yao told Fu Zhong the news in today's newspaper.They only talked about work matters and rarely talked about personal matters, and Fu Zhong didn't ask Ji Yao about the past four years.More often they are silent, but the silence is not annoying.It was 5:50 p.m. when Fu Zhong drove to Ji Yao's house. Ji Yao didn't fall asleep this time. He watched the scenery along the way and talked to Fu Zhong.

"My home is here." Ji Yao said after getting off the car, "My mother lives here, but I don't know if she is at home now."

Fu Zhong first saw the number inlaid on the eaves of the square and neat foyer, and a huge stone stood in the center of the spacious fountain pool, with the golden words "Qiuma Four Seasons" engraved on it.Ji Yao walked to one of the buildings along the pale yellow marble garden road with his hands in his arms. Small lights wrapped in birch bark stood on both sides of the road, and the bitter fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums wafted from the depths of the winding path.

After entering the resplendent foyer, the two took the elevator up to the ninth floor.The introverted brown door is closed tightly, and the neighbor's door is pasted with old Spring Festival couplets from last year, which makes the eaves and frame of this square door more deserted and empty.Standing in front of the door, Fu Zhong was suddenly a little nervous. He took a picture against the glass, straightened the skirt and cuffs, and said to Ji Yao: "Should I avoid it? I'll see your mother later, I'm sure I'll look like this." Can't get into her eyes."

"You are so perfect that you can go to the catwalk now, what are you still worried about?" Ji Yao smiled at him, raised his hand and pressed on the identification device by the door, "Stay here, it's okay."

It took a long time before someone came to open the door.The lady in a bun showed her lustrous silver-white hair, her long eyebrows pressed above her eye sockets, and her berry-colored lips stretched under her straight nose.The wrinkles on the lady's face show that she is approaching her sixtieth age, but her tall and straight figure and extraordinary demeanor make people feel that she seems to be immortal.Madam and Ji Yao met, they had a pair of similar long eyebrows, Fu Zhong confirmed at first sight that this was Ji Yao's mother.

Ji Yao didn't speak, Madam stood at the door for a few seconds, and then closed the door heavily again.

"See, it doesn't matter whether you go home or not." Ji Yao shrugged indifferently, and proved it to Fu Zhong, and then he left the door, "She is my mother."

Fu Zhong watched as Ji Yao went down the stairs instead of taking the elevator.The light corridor lights shone on his back, which was cold and lonely.Fu Zhong looked at the locked door, ran towards Ji Yao, and after going down a few steps, he grabbed Ji Yao's hand from behind and squeezed it between his fingers.