four year itch

Xu Ruibai stayed in the courtyard for a week, and Ye Jia also stayed with him for a week.Ye Jia would read and write manuscripts on the sofa during the day, and fall asleep on the small bed beside him at night.They rarely communicate and mostly just go about their own business.

What is the relationship between the two of them now.Xu Ruibai didn't ask, and Ye Jia didn't mention it either.No one took the initiative to break the tranquility and haze of the moment.

In the evening, someone knocked on the door.Ye Jia put down his book and went to open the door, only to see Shen Qingchuan standing at the door in a white coat, holding some apples and bananas in big red plastic bags. If nothing else, he should have bought them from the fruit stand at the door.

"Doctor Shen?" Ye Jia couldn't hide his surprise.

Shen Qingchuan said with a smile: "Well, I should come and see him."

The place where Shen Qingchuan works is G Central Hospital. Ye Jia happened to chat with him about Xu Ruibai at noon today, but he didn't expect Shen Qingchuan to knock on the door with something in the evening.

"Xiaojia, is anyone here?"

Xu Ruibai's voice came from behind, Ye Jia hurriedly turned sideways to let Shen Qingchuan in.

"Two days ago, I heard a few Omegas talking about a handsome Alpha living in the top floor. I didn't expect it to be Mr. Xu."

While talking, Shen Qingchuan put the fruit in his hand on the table, and said with a slightly apologetic tone: "I bought some fruit, and there is only one fruit shop nearby, Mr. Xu, don't dislike it."

Xu Ruibai smiled calmly: "Dr. Shen is polite."

"Should be."

The two came and went in harmony, as if none of the previous unhappiness had happened.

Shen Qingchuan sat down, pointed to Xu Ruibai's hand and asked, "How is Mr. Xu's hand?"

Xu Ruibai didn't answer, but his face became paler. Ye Jia answered for him: "The tendon is ruptured, and the nerve is injured."

"This..." Shen Qingchuan frowned, seemingly regretting, "Then Mr. Xu must do a good job of rehabilitation, and he will definitely be able to recover."

Having said that, but these words are the same as saying "you talk to him more, he will wake up" to the family members who have become vegetative, and they are more consoling.

Xu Ruibai lowered his eyes, looking a little disappointed.But when he raised his eyes again, he smiled again, as if he didn't want to worry people, and said, "Xiaojia, Miss Jun just sent me a message that she will pick us up at nine o'clock tomorrow. Have you packed all your things?"

Ye Jia's voice softened unconsciously: "Well, there's nothing there."

Shen Qingchuan frowned: "You live here at night?"

Ye Jia nodded and said honestly, "Well, it's inconvenient for him."

Shen Qingchuan's eyes became a bit complicated, and he was about to say something when he was interrupted by Xu Ruibai.

"Xiaojia, I want to eat an apple."

"Oh." Ye Jia responded, and opened the plastic bag to pick out an apple.

Shen Qingchuan stood up suddenly, and said: "Then Xiaojia, I won't bother you, I have something to do and I'll leave first."

Ye Jia held an apple in his hand and hurriedly said, "In such a hurry? Let me give it to you."

Shen Qingchuan smiled at him, with a gentle tone: "You're welcome, I'm more familiar with this place than you."

Ye Jia smiled apologetically, and finally sent him out of the ward. Looking back, he saw Xu Ruibai was lowering his head, and the incandescent lamp above his head cast a lonely shadow on his body.

Ye Jia moved his lips and asked softly, "Apple, do you still want to eat?"

Eleven o'clock at midnight.After a busy day, the whole hospital finally became quiet, and the top floor, which was empty before, seemed even more empty at the moment.Occasionally, the footsteps of the nurse on duty can be heard outside the door, while the sound of Ye Jia's typing and Xu Ruibai's rustling of pages can be heard inside the door.

It rained lightly tonight, and even the air became sticky and ambiguous.

Xu Ruibai closed the book, breaking the silence of the room: "What are you writing?"

The typing stopped.

"Can I have a look?" Xu Ruibai asked.

Ye Jia glanced at him, without much expression on his face, and did not answer.A few seconds later, he closed the computer gently, stood up and said, "It's time for you to sleep."

"En." Xu Ruibai nodded, put the book back on the bed, and lay down obediently under the covers.

Ye Jia turned off the light and climbed onto the small bed only half a meter away from Xu Ruibai's bed.

Car lights caressed the roof and walls through the cracks in the curtains.Xu Ruibai looked at the spot of light, and asked softly: "Ye Jia, if I really can't draw anymore."

This should have been a question, but Xu Ruibai didn't ask "what should I do" or "what will you do".He seems to have just stated a hypothesis and left the rest to the listener.

no answer.

Xu Ruibai closed his eyes.

"Do you want to go back to City A with me?"

Xu Ruibai opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and didn't speak.

"We can open a youth hostel or a flower shop like Cheng Jun and others. The name is Whale Star. It is opened on the side of the street in the downtown area. There are always flowers at the door. Roses in spring, evening primrose in summer, and flowers in autumn. In endless summer, begonias in winter. When the sun is good, you have to move all the flowers out of the house, and bring them back when it rains. We can also plant some flowers and plants in the backyard, and sell them when they bloom well. If it’s not good, just leave it at your own house. In the morning you have to prune their branches, and in the evening you have to loosen the soil for them.”

"how about you?"

"I'm rushing to finish the manuscript. I have to make money to support my family." Ye Jia's tone was taken for granted, and she sounded very happy.

Xu Ruibai smiled softly, and the air returned to silence.

"Rui Bai, it's not difficult to be an ordinary person again." Ye Jia's voice was slow and soft, which sounded like a long sigh.

"Then would you fall in love with an ordinary person?"

"What about you?" Ye Jia asked.

Xu Ruibai whispered: "You are not ordinary at all."

In such a humid and silent night, they didn't do anything, but they already felt extremely in love.

The next morning, Xu Ruibai was discharged from the hospital after the stitches were removed.As soon as the two of them stood at the entrance of the hospital with their bags, they heard someone honking at them, and then saw Cheng Jun stepping off a broken Volkswagen and whistled at them.

Xu Ruibai threw the bag of apples in his hand onto the passenger seat, then opened the rear door and sat in.Ye Jia also sat up.

"Where did the car come from?" Xu Ruibai asked.

"Borrowed." Cheng Jun glanced at the apple, "What apples should I buy after leaving the hospital?"

"Give it away. Take it to the store to share, I don't like to eat it either."

Ye Jia glanced at him, but said nothing.Cheng Jun kicked the accelerator and the car slid out.

"A buyer wanted to buy your painting, but he said he must meet the author. I didn't tell you when you were hospitalized two days ago. Do you want to meet?" Cheng Jun said.

"What painting?" Ye Jia asked.

"Oh, Xiaobai drew a picture with his left hand. I finished it on the first day of the new year, and I sent it to the gallery."

"Left hand?" Ye Jia looked at Xu Ruibai and asked.

Xu Ruibai was twisting the excess thread of the gauze with his right hand while the plaster was on it, while propping his chin with his left hand and looking out the window, as if he was concentrating on admiring the scenery.

Cheng Jun glanced at the rearview mirror, smiled inexplicably, and said, "Yes, Xiaobai is already very proficient in drawing with his left hand, and I don't think it is worse than his right hand."

Ye Jia still looked at Xu Ruibai, his eyes became more indifferent, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

There was a dead silence in the car, with the whistling wind and the occasional honking of the horn impatiently.

A few seconds later, Xu Ruibai suddenly frowned, with a forbearing and painful expression: "Hiss..."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jun asked.

Xu Ruibai frowned slightly, looked at Ye Jia, and said, "The stitches were just removed, it hurts."

Ye Jia: "..."

Cheng Jun asked the gallery owner to make an appointment with the buyer in the afternoon.The gallery is not far from the past, Xu Ruibai and Ye Jia walked past it.

There was no one in the small gallery in the afternoon, so Xu Ruibai saw the man at a glance.

It was a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit, with a medium build and meticulously combed hair, standing in front of his painting.

"Hello."

The man turned around and said, "Hello, hello."

"I heard that you must see me? Are you..."

The man hurriedly took out a gold-plated business card and handed it to Xu Ruibai: "Hello, I am from the Art Collectors Association of City G. I am also running an art gallery and doing some painting-related business. This is my business card .”

Xu Ruibai took the business card and saw the words "Wang Youjun" written on it.

The man continued: "I'm sorry to bother you. Your arm is..."

Xu Ruibai smiled: "The tendon is ruptured, and I probably can't draw with my right hand."

"This..." The man's face changed, "This is really a pity."

"But that painting was drawn with my left hand." Xu Ruibai gestured behind the man with his eyes.

The man's eyes lit up: "Your paintings are really contagious."

Xu Ruibai smiled.

"I heard that you haven't signed a consignment agreement with the gallery. I wonder if you are willing to put your paintings on sale in our art gallery... If you are willing, we will hold a personal exhibition for you..."

The art dealer's voice became more and more distant. Xu Ruibai looked up and saw Ye Jia walking in front of the blue painting. He was in a trance for a moment, and felt that Ye Jia was about to merge with it.

It took a long time before Ye Jia turned around and smiled at him.

It was already evening when I came out of the gallery, the twilight spread across the streets and alleys, and golden dust was flying in the air.The warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers have brought an end to this winter.

They passed by flower shops, bakeries and coffee shops, and smelled the sweet aroma of flowers, roasted coffee beans and the golden smell of hay.

"Xu Ruibai."

"Ok?"

"I want a cover for my new book."

"Ah."

"I want to be better than the one just now."

"it is good."

"The next one too."

"it is good."

The blue painting is still hanging in the gallery, and below it is a small poem that has been rubbed down.

【I said, I want to have you / But I find myself / Impossible to take the stars for myself / So, I can only say / I love you / And you will always be free. ——CX330]

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postscript

It's finally over!

I was still very excited when I typed the three words [End of the full text].It may be because the signing of the previous article has already ended, it is completely stand-alone hahaha

First of all, I should apologize first. The writing was a very impulsive decision during the epidemic. I didn’t expect that it would hit my busiest half semester.Because at the beginning of writing, the character design and outline were not well done, and there was no outline later.Insufficient ability and too much to say, so it became a direct emotional catharsis.

Secondly, regarding "The Four-Year Itch", I want to say that the story is fake, but the emotion is real.

As I said in the article, human memory sometimes automatically fabricates stories based on emotions.

But the cartoonist is real, the chatting all night is real, traveling across the ocean to see her is real, the three-second hug is real, and the struggle of writing is still real.

However, my Xu Ruibai is a very, very, very nice person.All the advantages are hers, and the disadvantages are all fabricated by me.

Of course, she is now married as a wife, and I no longer continue to work as a part-time editor. We have always been friends.She knows the story, but she doesn't like watching BL, so she probably won't see it here.

Recently, she has become obsessed with opal, staring at the stone for a long time!

I don't want to define this feeling as "love". There are many more hazy and beautiful existences than "love" in this world.

Finally, when I wrote this article, it was actually when I was in the worst state of mind. I would like to thank Teacher Xichuang and Teacher Shiduo for revising the article and accompanying me (of course, it is mainly nonsense).Thanks to Teacher Qinglong for taking time out of the busy rush to help me finish the cover.Thank you Shi always brought me to the world of writers.Finally, of course, I would like to thank the fans who read the article, thank you for your comments and private messages, they have given me great encouragement!If I can resonate with you for a second, it is my greatest honor.

See you next time.

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Copywriter:

On the day when Qin Ji's new album won the grand slam, a piece of news was broadcast on the TV at the same time: the bad artist Shen Yiqiu announced his withdrawal from the music scene, and was suspected of being banned.

A reporter asked backstage at the awards ceremony: I heard that Shen Yiqiu is your teacher?

Holding the trophy in his hand, Qin Ji recalled everything that happened last night, and touched the tooth marks on his shoulder blade: Sorry, we don't know each other well.

Qin Ji once regarded Shen Yiqiu as his mentor and first love, and the sincerity and sincerity of the youth were only exchanged for the man's words "just for fun".

Qin Ji's eyes moved slightly, and one night he vented all his grievances over the years on Shen Yiqiu: "Teacher, teach me how to play."

After one night, the ruined Shen Yiqiu disappeared, taking only a guitar with him, leaving behind a mess and fog, and Qin Ji's endless loneliness and sorrow.

"Teacher, I was wrong."

"Teacher, it's been three years, where have you been?"

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"We don't live for love"