Infinite Love ∞

My life is like a set of standard operating procedures, walking on a path that has been established, without exception.

In the early morning, there was an extra figure on the corridor on the second floor of the originally empty apartment today.

At a man's feet, there were piles of large and small cardboard boxes. He lifted one of them and walked into the door.Not long after, he came out and squatted down next to another cardboard box.With a little natural curly short hair, neatly combed to one side, wearing a fitted white shirt, neatly tied into the trousers, the whole person exudes a strong bookish atmosphere.Staring at the cardboard box in front of him with emotionless eyes, he sighed deeply.Pushing the half-rimmed glasses that slightly reflected the morning sun, he lifted the second box vigorously and walked towards the door.

At the two ends of the corridor, one end is the stairs from the first floor; the other end leads to the third floor.There are only two rooms on the first floor, one on the left and one on the right.Because of the remote location, the landlord said that there were not many inquiries about renting a house here, so he gave him a good price to live in.The landlord originally planned that if the last resident moved out, he would sell the place and return to the countryside to retire.

Looks like I accidentally interrupted the landlord's retirement plans, he thought.

He stopped outside the door, turned his head and looked at the door next door, was it a little too quiet?The last household mentioned by the landlord lived next to him, but he didn't see a single person all morning.He took two paper bags stuffed with books and walked into the house, leaving a box of luggage waiting quietly in the corridor.

"Da da da. 』

There was the sound of heavy footsteps in the stairwell, and the muddy rhythm was slowly going up the stairs.A skinny man with a disheveled face and some too long messy hair came up staggeringly with a tired face.He stopped outside the door of the room next door to the suitcase, fumbling for the room key in his coat pocket.

Just as he was about to meet the last luggage, he stepped out of the room and saw the legendary neighbor.

"Ah, hello, I moved here today."

"Um?"

Against the sun, the thin man couldn't see the appearance of the stranger in front of him, but narrowed his wet eyes reflexively.

"Oh... oh, you go slowly."

"What?"

The illogical gibberish made him not know how to react when he just moved in. He just frowned at the neighbor who seemed to have just returned home, and was surprised by the strong smell of alcohol It's coming from a neighbor.

Did this person come back after drinking until dawn?Looks very young.Renting such a cheap apartment, probably a college student who overplayed last night, right?

"Damn, I want to vomit..."

The neighbor clenched his fist against his mouth with one hand, and with the other he turned the key that was finally inserted into the doorway with difficulty.As soon as the door opens, take a step, and there is a slam!The neighbor fell in the porch of his own house in a face-to-face manner, before he even had time to close the door.

"Hey! Are you okay?!"

Seeing the neighbor suddenly fell to the ground, he nervously probed into the door of the neighbor's room.

The neighbor lay down on the ground like a dead man. Although the glasses did not fall off, he was terrified.Suddenly there was a sound of "No evil!", and the neighbor vomited on the ground without reservation in front of his eyes.

"……Well."

No one should feel comfortable watching another person vomit directly, and even make him feel sick.

Bad neighbors are really hard to guard against, it's better to stay away from this person.

He began to feel that it was a wrong choice to find a cheap place to live?Even if the neighbor's door was not closed, he just turned around and picked up the last box and walked into his own door.

Putting down the last luggage, he straightened up and looked at the morning news: "There was a strange death case, suspected to be drunk and hit the foot of his table. Hearing this news, he couldn't help frowning and sighing.Pushing the center of the glasses, as if rubbing the center of his eyebrows, he walked out the door.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Whether it was because of falling heavily on the ground and breaking his head; or because he fell to the ground and vomited and choked to death.No matter what, he still came over to check if the neighbor was still alive, so as not to make headlines the next day, then he probably wouldn't dare to continue living here.

"Um?"

The neighbor didn't respond to his yelling, but just opened his mouth slightly and tried hard to breathe.He noticed the twinkle of tears running down his slender face from under the tangled strands of his neighbor's hair.

"Ugh...cough, cough, cough!"

It seemed that it was because he just vomited, the neighbor was sobbing softly from the beginning, and couldn't help coughing while hugging his stomach.His dark and bony hands clutched the clothes on his stomach, and his messy hair mixed with tears formed distorted lines on the neighbor's face; coupled with the vomit that smelled of alcohol, the neighbor looked at him. It looked very embarrassing.Like a dirty puppy, even passers-by don't want to take a second look at him.And the appearance of crouching on the ground with her stomach in her arms makes her neighbors look even smaller.

Alas, you can't just leave it alone.

He went to the bathroom, took a towel and wet it, squatted down next to the neighbor and helped the neighbor sit up.The neighbor just leaned against his shoulder, and didn't care if his clothes were dirty at this time. He wiped the neighbor's face first, and then pulled up his vomited T-shirt to help the neighbor Take it off, and wipe off the vomit-soaked chest along the way.

"Woo, woo, woo, you bastards ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Somehow, the neighbor suddenly cried loudly and waved his hands at the same time!Mumbling to yourself don't know what to say?He had to lean back to avoid being caught by the sudden attack.

It seems that he wants to hit the bastard in his mouth.

"I don't need you guys! I'm alone... I'm alone... Ugh..."

The neighbor didn't know if he had drunk too much or was talking in his sleep because he was asleep, so he waved his weak hands again and continued to fall on him.The cheeks that had just been wiped clean were soaked by two lines of tears again.

What a poor child, what happened to drink like this?

He put the neighbor's hand around his shoulders and lifted the neighbor up.The neighbor staggered to the side of the single bed in the room, which was piled with stuffed animals, and he made the neighbor sit on the edge of the bed.The neighbor drooped his head weakly, and hadn't opened his eyes once since just now, but the messy strands of hair from crying were sticking to his face again.He wiped his neighbor's face again, and under the towel, there was a sound like a child playing tricks, and then he lay down on his bed and fell unconscious.

On the small dining table beside him, he picked up the [-]B pencil on the table, and wrote some words in the blank space that looked like a sketchbook: "You can take your clothes to the laundry room downstairs, please get them yourself."New neighbors. 』

Putting down his pen, he glanced back to see if the neighbor on the bed was safe and sound?I saw a neighbor bumping!Turned over and fell under the bed.I thought the neighbor would just wake up like this, but after two small wailings, the neighbor lay down on the ground and fell asleep, and he was sweating profusely.If he hadn't come over, I wonder if this person is still breathing now?

He walked over and put the quilt on the neighbor's back, and after confirming that the other person's body was up and down due to breathing, he turned and left with confidence.Walking through the entrance of the neighbor's house, he noticed that the walls were covered with large and small paintings, as well as the old easel that had been stained with paint beside the TV.

Could it be a student of the art department?

He's mentally debating, but he won't know the answer until the neighbor wakes up.No longer worried, he stepped out of the room, and closed the door with a click, leaving the neighbor with tears in the corners of his eyes lying on the ground alone.

"Head hurts……"

The neighbor propped himself up, and the quilt slid down along the body where the ribs could be vaguely seen.He scratched his back and looked out the window.He didn't know how long he had slept, the sky had already turned gray and black; in the room with no lights on, he could barely outline the borders of the furniture with the faint light scattered from the street lamps outside.The neighbor leaned on the edge of the bed and stood up, looking around the floor of the room.

"Did I come back with no clothes on?"

Wanting to find his shirt that disappeared out of thin air, he noticed that some messages were left in the sketchbook on the small table.The calm and tidy text, every outline stays in the most suitable position neatly, which looks like the style of a mature adult.

"Neighbor? Ah."

Thinking of the fleeting scene in the morning, a stranger he had never met came to the room that had not been lived in for a long time.But after that scene, he couldn't remember exactly what happened.

"Damn it, you're going to cause trouble as soon as they move here, you idiot. I'll have to thank you tomorrow."

Gently brushing the line of text on the note, the neighbor looked up at the door, thoughtful.

The next morning, he just moved into the new environment, frying pancakes by the stove.By the way, I made a cup of two-in-one coffee, and simply finished breakfast for one person.He chewed the hot pancake expressionlessly, although it wasn't unpalatable, it wasn't delicious either.Isn't it just a muffin after heating flour mixed with cream?Looking out the window at the gray sky mixed with light blue, wondering if the neighbors are okay?Could it be a broken love to cry like that?Young lads will inevitably encounter such difficulties several times, and that is just part of growing up.

After thinking wildly in his head, he inserted a small piece of pancake into his mouth again, expressionless.

"Hey, it's a good thing I bought a new movie a few days ago, so I'll take it as a thank you gift."

The neighbor took a DVD box in his hand, and triumphantly turned the box back and forth to check it. When he walked past the small cabinet next to the entrance, he picked up a shoulder bag and hung it on his body, and opened the door with a smile.

"Wait, I haven't watched it yet. What if it's a movie?" The neighbor suddenly stopped and stared at the DVD box, apparently thinking about this issue very seriously.

"No, no, I have to confirm first." With a snap, the neighbor just opened the newly bought DVD, and turned back to the house.

"Um?"

Put down the fork that has just been inserted into the pancake, and only the honey residue that has just been poured on the plate is left in the plate.He raised his head and looked outside the french door leading to the balcony, and listened to the sound from outside without moving; it seemed to be a woman struggling and wailing?Is it downstairs?

He pushed open the disrepaired glass door that was a bit stuck, walked to the low fence of the balcony and looked downstairs: he saw the large garbage bins for centralized use downstairs and the landlord piled there, looking like they were dying Potted plants, not even a shadow of a stray cat.The first floor is the landlord's warehouse and the laundry room shared by the tenants. There should be only two residents here, he and his neighbor.

"No one?"

The woman's voice stopped, and he wondered if he heard it wrong or something, but when he turned around, he heard the woman's wail again, even louder than before.This time he confirmed the source of the sound, which was coming from the room of his neighbor who was drunk.He listened carefully, only to find some lewd voices mixed with panting, which made him speechless.

"Do you do that thing with your girlfriend early in the morning? What's wrong with college students these days?"

He lowered his head and pushed his glasses, and he could probably see the displeased veins on his forehead.He closed the balcony door forcefully, picked up the plate from the breakfast he had just finished, and walked to the simple sink in the suite to clean it.Originally, I wanted to say that I could just rent a cheap place for myself, but I didn't expect that the humanistic quality would also be lowered!He washed the dishes while frowning, and began to regret that he had come to the wrong place.

Putting down the rinsed dishes, he shook his hands, only to hear the doorbell's sharp call.

Who would this time be?Landlord?

"Uh, good morning, I'm sorry for bothering you yesterday..."

"Won't."

The moment he saw the neighbor standing at the door of his house, he felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't squeeze a smile, and looked at him blankly.Let alone why the neighbor finished his work so quickly, and now he still rings his home appliance bell.Just thinking about being bombarded by this kind of noise later made his scalp tingle.

The neighbor stood in front of him and blinked, and then he clearly saw the neighbor's eyes, which were beautiful amber.In the sun, it looks like a translucent gem set in that still childish face.The neighbor didn't back away because of his noodle stall, but looked into his eyes with a cheerful face.

Ah, the puppy has come back to life, is it wagging its tail now?His mind was delusional.

"This." The neighbor handed over the DVD with both hands.

"This movie is not bad. I just confirmed it. Do you want to watch it?"

"throat?"

He gently took the DVD box, staring blankly at the cover of the box; it was full of photos of glamorous beauties, half-taken off their shirts to reveal white and soft peaks like cotton candy, or wearing half-transparent shirts showing their unbuttoned hair. Underwear straps, with the big title "Uniform Temptation" printed on it, this is an adult movie.

"I'm not interested, thank you." He lifted the frame and handed the box back to the neighbor, his eyes were cold and inappropriate for the morning sun.

So a woman's voice came from his room just now, is it because he was watching porn early in the morning?What an energetic little fur kid!

"Don't you want it? I thought you would like this kind of innocent-looking one, Brother Glasses." The neighbor lowered his dog ears in disappointment, if he had one.

"I'm not very interested in this kind of stuff."

Who is the glasses brother?And why would anyone give away an A movie?I really can't understand the logic of today's children.

"Yesterday you helped me a lot, so I wanted to share my collection with you..." The neighbor smiled and made a fuss, looking at the DVD in his hand.

"I appreciate your kindness, may I ask Gao's name?"

"Oh, just call me S, all my friends call me S." S grinned, grinning.

"Brother glasses? You moved here yesterday and I didn't even say hello to you."

S was smiling all over his face, he didn't know what he was laughing at, it was far from the crying little furry boy yesterday.Is it a nickname?Students just like to use anonymous names, so when they graduate, they still can't call out the names of a few classmates.If so...

"What a coincidence, my friend calls me M, so let's call me M from now on."

"Hahahaha what are you doing! Isn't that SM? Hahaha." S laughed happily to himself, but M remained expressionless.

"You just accept it! Living alone is always a pastime! Just treat it as my meeting gift."

S forcefully stuffed the DVD box into M's arms, before M could refuse, S bounced back a few steps, and retreated along the railing of the stairwell to the downstairs.

"I'm on the morning shift today, so I have to leave first! Remember to tell me what you think after reading it, haha!"

S smiled and went downstairs, and waved to M in the stairwell, but there was no one there.Leaving M standing still holding the "Uniform Temptation", let the rising sun shine on M's face. M felt a burst of warmth on the side of his face, and a burst of astonishment in his heart.

What the hell is going on with this guy?

"Are you a new colleague?"

"Yes."

"Don't be so cautious, let me show you the environment."

An old man whose face is covered with traces of time squints his eyes, and looks like a long-time employee, walking with M in the hall; high ceilings and wide corridors, in this large and quiet space, There was only the sound of two people's leather shoes hitting the floor.This place is not visited by anyone on weekdays, especially in the morning when everyone is busy going to work and school.On the walls in the space, paintings are hanging one after another, and in the middle of the aisle are also large and small incredible sculptures; this is the only art gallery in the city center, where M will work in the future.

Say M likes art?No, he was just walking on a standard operating process of life.

M's father is a professional soldier, and his mother is the dean of the school. From the moment he was born, he was destined to walk on a path full of discipline.Maintaining good grades, being admitted to a gifted school, and correct words and deeds are all of his life.Emotions or expressions are superfluous in M's view.After graduating from a master's degree, he lived up to expectations and was admitted as a civil servant, and was assigned to an art museum, that's all.

The next step is probably to find a suitable girl to marry and have children, to be a good husband and father, and to watch the children grow up.Spend the rest of your life leisurely after retirement, pursuing the happiness generally defined by people.

The senior took M past the tea room and introduced the environment to him, just in time to hear the conversation between the two employees in the tea room.

"The off-campus teaching group that came yesterday was really annoying. The brats were arguing by themselves, and they thought my tour guide was too quiet."

"That's okay, the group of mothers-in-law and mothers I guided will ask some strange questions."

"Yeah, I also met yesterday."

"Don't talk about it, there are still more this afternoon, it's just a ghost hit the wall."

This is the life of a civil servant, day in and day out.

The seniors took M into the office. In the center of the space, there were about four or five desks facing each other. The employees were separated from each other by books or miscellaneous items. M thought he had come to the teacher's office when he was a student.When M walked in, the colleagues all raised their heads to look at M in unison. The male colleagues lowered their heads again disapprovingly, looking at the screen on the table or the mobile phone in their hands; the female colleagues looked at M's smiling flowers. Trembling wildly, and then started whispering, probably scoring M or something. M smiled slightly and nodded to his future colleagues, then followed the senior to the seat next to the wall.

Several small screens were placed above this seat, forming a well-shaped tic-tac-toe layered on top of each other. It seems that this is the monitor screen in the museum.

"Afterwards, you will be responsible for the hardware equipment in the museum. The number on this screen is the code name of that area..."

The senior explained to M his future job, which sounds nice to be called an administrative staff, but to put it bluntly, he is just handling some odd jobs.It is not difficult for M, who is demanding perfection, he just came to this place along the path of his life.Achievement is not so important to him now, as long as he can secure this job, get good grades and slowly climb up, he has already foreseen how smooth sailing will be in his future life.

And how boring.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the colleague next door stretched a lot, rolled the office chair a step away and turned to look at M.

"Xiaoyu, I just sent the contact information of the manufacturer to your mailbox, you will use it in the future."

"thanks."

"When the library closes at five o'clock, remember to turn off the power in other places except for the monitors, and then you can get off work."

"OK."

M was sitting on the office chair and was opening the mailbox to browse the information sent by his colleagues just now. He glanced up at the monitor screen and saw a familiar figure among them.

"That's not it?"

In the center of the screen, S is sitting on a bench in front of a certain artwork.

He really is a student of the art department?Did you go to work in the morning?But it's really hard to imagine that he likes art like that, he looks like a dick... Yesterday he got drunk and took out that kind of thing early in the morning. Is it true that people who do art have a bit of a crazy factor?

The cover of "Uniform Temptation" appeared again in M's mind, and M shook his head, trying to shake that unsightly picture out of his mind, then lowered his head and continued to deal with official duties.In the windowless office, M walked out of the office until the clock reached five o'clock in the afternoon, only to find that the art gallery had already been dyed red by the setting sun. M locked the door of the office and walked towards the main entrance along the French windows on the first floor of the art gallery.On the way, M passed an exhibition room and found a librarian walking into it. M followed the librarian and looked inside, and found that S was still sitting on the bench just now.

He hasn't returned yet?Isn't that sitting for almost two hours?what is he doing

The setting sun reflected in S's eyes, and those amber eyes sparkled. S looked like he was in a daze, and his unclosed lips seemed to have been empty for a long time.In an instant, a crystal clear teardrop suddenly fell straight from S's eye socket, seeping into S's top to form a dark dot.

When M saw this moment, his heart tightened for some reason.

The child... cried again.

I saw S hastily turned his head and wiped his face on the sleeve of his arm to dry, but still couldn't wipe off the redness of his nose.The librarian who had just walked in stopped beside S and told S that the library was about to be closed. S immediately turned into a smile, scratched his head at the librarian, got up and walked quickly towards the gate. He found that M was looking at him from behind.

"Xiaoyu, you can get off work, are you still used to it on the first day?"

"Yes, the environment here is very good, I like it very much." The librarian just came over to greet M and then left. M looked at the gate again, but S was nowhere to be seen.

Standard operating procedure, will there be exceptions?