Infinite Love ∞

After a whole day's rest, except for a little bit of loss of appetite, M's other uncomfortable symptoms were no longer entangled.After getting dressed, M puts her briefcase on her back, stands at the entrance, bends her knees and pulls on the leather shoes on her heels. As soon as her feet land on the ground, M sees that the purple hippopotamus or unicorn puppet that she won from the night market is showing up. A handstand pose with which you lean your rounded puffy butt against the wall.In his arms, there was a small note written: "Master, please go slowly." 』The lower right corner also draws a Q-version illustration of this long-horned hippopotamus, and you can tell whose masterpiece it is at a glance.

"What are you doing?"

M looked at the puppet in front of him halfway, wondering whether to smile or not. It seemed that even if his neighbor was not present, he still wanted to leave some interesting life or evidence of mischief. M shook his head angrily, and let the hippo go out of the house as it was.

"This monitor seems to be malfunctioning frequently."

"It has been repaired several times, why not just replace it with a new one?"

In a corner of the art gallery, the maintenance engineer is stepping on the stairs to check the monitor placed in the corner of the ceiling, and complaining that it is always impossible to fix it, but the museum has not replaced it for a long time, which makes the maintenance engineer very troubled. M didn't express any emotion, but said lightly that this was what the officer meant.Is it too lazy to complain, or there is no need to mention it in front of the maintenance engineer; isn't it just that the public agency wants to save money?That's about it.

"It's temporarily unavailable today, and I'll bring the parts back tomorrow for replacement."

"Then I'll trouble you."

The maintenance man climbed down the stairs, talking to M impatiently with his hands on his hips.Just as he was about to put away the stairs, a petite and familiar figure walked behind the maintenance engineer.

"Do you need help?"

"S, you come...how did you come to the museum?"

"I just wanted to ask you, hehe."

"I work here."

"Really? No wonder you went to that supermarket!"

Almost blurted out, "You are here. 』M, saw that pair of bright eyes reappeared in front of me, although it was not too surprising, but I never thought that he would take the initiative to chat, and the identity that I deliberately concealed yesterday was immediately revealed.And S, who heard him working here, had a smile that shone brighter than the sun on his face, and he didn't think of his every move here, which had already been caught in M's eyes.

"Is the monitor broken?"

"Well, this station often stops halfway through the recording."

"Huh? Brother, borrow it."

S unfolded the ladder held by the maintenance engineer with both hands, and after a while, his legs lightly climbed up to the highest shelf. Before M could clearly see S's movements, the monitor cover was quickly lifted, revealing the intricate circuits inside. S dug out a few wires, and the maintenance engineer who was watching couldn't help reminding S not to damage things, and S grinned without any doubts. S borrowed a few tools from the maintenance engineer, and carefully operated on the monitor that seemed to have been disembowelled. After a few strokes, the monitor was assembled back to its original appearance and began to operate normally.

"It's done."

S jumped down the stairs and returned the tools in his hand to the maintenance engineer, while explaining to the maintenance engineer: In addition to the poor induction of one line, the person who assembled the monitor was probably in a hurry to get off work, and there was a problem with the wiring arrangement inside, which led to It's easy to lose power at an angle, and he just reorganized the inside of the monitor once.The repairman laughed and patted S on the shoulder. Apart from helping him solve the problem, he was also pleased that there was a young guy who continued this unpopular technology and jokingly asked S to apply for a job in their company.

"I didn't expect you to be able to repair the monitor."

"I've done this before, hey." Smiling triumphantly, squinting his eyes, S put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking up at the monitor that was just repaired and was scanning left and right.

"But even if there is such a thing, you may not be able to see the truth of the matter." S sighed, although there was still a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.

But I often see your different expressions here through this thing.

"So... why did you come to the art museum?" M pushed his glasses and repeated the question that S didn't answer just now.

"I'm going to work later, so come in and hang out."

"Why don't you become a maintenance engineer? It should be more profitable than your part-time job." S was silent for a while, and shook his head in embarrassment.

"Working time is more free. I drink when I want to, sleep when I want to sleep, and don't have to worry about too many things. Isn't that good?" S put on that mask-like smile again, and M immediately realized that this was probably He doesn't like to mention things.

Although he has only been with the person in front of him for a short time, M, who has a keen sense, has long discovered that whenever S uses the shield of "smile", it is when he wants to hide.Beneath the cheerful exterior, the heart seems to be quite easy to escape.

That being the case, there is no reason for M to dig people's scars, so naturally he will stop this topic.

"But thank you for your great help. Do you want to see the next exhibition? I'll help you get tickets."

"Really? Isn't the next issue the little queen! I want it!"

"Keep your voice down."

S's eyes lit up, and he unceremoniously jumped in front of M and wagged his tail violently! M covered S's mouth, and put his index finger in front of his mouth to ask S not to be so ostentatious, no matter what, it sounded like a public weapon for private use.

"Sorry, hehe, I really want to see that exhibition!"

When this guy hears something he likes, his spirit immediately comes!Just like a child.He obviously likes art so much, why would he say something that seems like he doesn't care?

M remembered S's attitude of avoiding the topic in his room yesterday.

"Queen Dot Dot is awesome. People who don't understand think he is dotting randomly, but that is an illusion that bothers him! He puts those pains through Dot Dot..."

When S, who usually talks a lot, mentioned his favorite artist, he fell into his own small world, and talked about it on his own. M watched S describe the artist's life and creative ideas in detail, with a very happy expression, and his eyes seemed to be shining.People who don't know him will definitely regard him as a student of the art department, or even an art creator.It's impossible to connect him with a supermarket clerk who smokes, drinks, and swears.

It's as if he's a different person when he encounters something he likes.

Investing in the things you like and living casually, I have never thought about this kind of thing...

"You know a lot about this artist, you really like him."

"Hey." After being told this, S scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's good, isn't it? I don't have anything particularly interesting."

"But don't you work here? Don't you also like..."

"Civil servant."

"?"

"I just took the civil service exam, and I just happen to be here. I don't know much about these artists."

"Yeah? Yeah—"

Seeing M's unabashed and calm confession, S first looked astonished, and then expressed his disappointment with a long tone dumbfounded.The little flowers that were floating beside S just now withered and fell to the ground.

"I thought I met someone I could talk to..." S lowered his head and wiped his face probably because he was embarrassed by his own misunderstanding.

Isn't this another indirect admission of liking for art?No wonder he just saw my happy expression, which really disappointed him.

"On the contrary, it's you, you know how to draw, why didn't you learn art?"

"I……"

S was just opening his mouth, but he pursed his mouth again, his eyes flicked to the side, hesitant to speak, a strange sense of disobedience hit M's heart again.

He is always free to come and go and has an excessively genuine temperament, so he should not be a person who is too defensive; after all, he ran to other people's house to watch porn within two days of acquaintance.What is the reason why he is always speechless?

Obviously the person is right in front of his eyes, but there seems to be a thick mist covering him; he thought he could grab it by reaching out, but when he stretched out his hand, he swung it in vain.

This person seems to understand very well, but it seems that he doesn't understand anything.

"I'm sorry, but it's okay to say it when you want to."

"It's not ulterior...but it's not a happy story, I'm afraid it will affect other people's mood." S tilted his head and patted his hair.

"Then what if I want to know?"

M opened her wide palm, and held both ends of the frame with her index finger and middle finger at the same time, revealing only half of her face with firm eyes. S's hair stood on end for some reason, and he subconsciously straightened his waist.It was the first time someone wanted to know about his affairs, and S was a little at a loss.

S took a deep breath and opened the beginning of the story.

"I learned to draw when I was a child, until my parents had a car accident."

Although the face still maintains a seemingly relaxed expression, the slightly raised shoulders and the fingers unconsciously grabbing the edge of the clothes, all signs reveal that even the person himself has not completely let go of the story.

"The surveillance cameras at the scene of the accident were very blurry, and the police couldn't find any witnesses. In the end, they couldn't find the murderer. My parents just left without knowing why. I didn't even know what death was, and I kept thinking I believe the adults said that my parents entrusted me to relatives because of their work.”

It was the first time that M had heard this kind of story told in newspapers from someone he knew.

He didn't know what to express or what to say now, he could only let a pang of sympathy and reluctance rippling in his heart, maintaining his always serious face of Puke, listening quietly.

"Afterwards, I took it for granted that I was kicked! Who wants to raise another oil bottle? It was my grandma who told me the truth after she took me in. At that time, the government allowance I received from my grandma couldn't afford me to go to school, so I did odd jobs everywhere. But read After studying electronics for a year, I still dropped out of school, and then went to work as an apprentice in an electronic equipment store. I can’t even find a way to support myself. What’s the use of drawing pictures? I can’t earn any money!”

S lowered his eyes, his tone of resentment seemed that he was really disappointed in the matter of drawing, stuffed his hands into his butt pockets, and looked up at the monitor on the ceiling.

"So you're interested in monitors?"

"Not interested, just trying to figure out that stuff."

"You think, if you can understand that thing, you can see the truth?"

S held his breath, looked at M's expressionless eyes in astonishment, then lowered his head and laughed.

"Haha, fuck, I still didn't see through anything in the end, hahaha..." bent over and trembled with a smile, S's bangs that covered his face were pulled by gravity, making it even more difficult to see S's current expression . M could hear great bitterness from the laughter, and it seemed that it would be bad to continue talking.

"Sorry for reminding you of this."

"Hey, don't apologize! I don't remember my parents anymore, and I'm doing fine now!"

S raised his head abruptly, raised the shield he had been using to protect himself, and smiled at M. M's psychological reluctance turned into soreness, he frowned slightly, and unconsciously spread out his palms and gently placed them on top of S's head.

"You don't have to deny your interest, right? It's never art or you that's wrong, right? Facing a cruel fate, you've worked hard."

When M's palm slid down from the top of S's head, he saw the pair of amber under the shadow of his wrist that had been covered with a layer of water, and his eye sockets opened wide to meet his gaze. M's heart twitched suddenly, although it was not the first time he saw this person's tears, but he did not expect that out of kind comfort, he accidentally touched the most vulnerable part of the other person's psychology.

"Haha, what are you talking about!"

S turned around to avoid the brief mutual staring, turned his head sideways and wiped his face on the sleeves of his arms, trying to pretend to wipe sweat.But S sniffed, and immediately revealed a flaw that can't be called a flaw; he never really hid his emotions well.

Such actions reminded M of the first time he met S in an art gallery; he was a little boy sitting alone in the art gallery of Nuo Da, wiping his tears stubbornly, as if he was saying to himself: "Don't cry, even if Only one person must be strong to live on! 』At that time, the setting sun pouring in from the window not only did not bring warmth, but made it look even more desolate.

one person……?

He hates eating alone, and is always reluctant to leave my house; in order not to be left alone, he always goes to a bar with friends to drink; he murmurs that if it weren't for his new friend, he doesn't know what to do alone.

Was it all just a desire to find someone to accompany him?

The fog in M's heart gradually dissipated, and after all kinds of exaggerated behaviors of S were rationally explained, they became more clumsy and endearing.That person was not smiling all the time, but buried his face in his sleeve, curled up in the thick fog.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"You're suddenly talking about dinner, what the hell!"

Lowering his head and pushing his glasses, M jumped to the topic of dinner without thinking, and immediately broke the frozen air. S also took the opportunity to change his mood, and complained fiercely to M.

"Do you have anything in particular you like to eat?"

"Uh...salmon?" S tilted his head and thought seriously, and M rubbed his chin in thought.

"Salmon..."

"Rely on the invitation! I should go!"

S glanced at his watch and realized how quickly the time had flown. He was just wandering in, but he didn't expect to stop to repair the monitor and chat with M for so long. S turned around and walked back mischievously, the moisture in his eyes just now had evaporated, and he showed his usual smile again.

"See you tonight."

Before leaving, he purposely stretched out two fingers to show off handsomely, and made a gesture like a gun and flicked at M as a farewell.

M paused for two seconds with a blank face, and raised his hand in return for the same gesture as S!A person who usually looks too serious, suddenly made a joke with such strong recoil, S laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart, causing his footsteps to scramble and almost fell!Then he turned his body obediently, waved to M and ran out of the gate.

My life is both stable and regular. I envied his freedom and unrestrainedness, but I never thought about it and was even a little shocked;

Behind freedom is the loss of everything.

"Thank you very much!"

Due to the early working hours, S, who was hanging out in the art gallery in the morning, naturally appeared in M's room on time for dinner, and before the food was served, S was squatting by the table, waiting for food.

M brought freshly baked salmon gratin from the kitchen and placed it between their rice bowls.The cheese melted after heating, with the warm aroma of onion, slowly flows down from the edge of the tender fish.Under the dual stimulation of vision and smell, S after work stared at the delicious food on the plate, salivating already.

S took a mouthful openly before M could sit down!

"Yeah, yum yum, this is super delicious! You really know how to cook!"

"It's easy, and you can learn it too."

S exclaimed happily, and at the same time took a big bite out of the rice, eating with relish. M brought another plate of boiled broccoli and carrots to the center of the dining table, and then pulled the opposite dining chair to sit down. It seemed that he paid attention to a balanced diet.

"Damn, it's so simple, even poached eggs are ugly."

"I learned it from my grandmother when I was young."

"Hmm, you're too kind."

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Seeing S who was always stuffing his cheeks and slurring his speech, M couldn't help preaching. S, like a child being scolded by an adult, obediently swallowed the food in his mouth, and only then slowed down his raking movements. M picked up the rice bowl on the table, elegantly and slowly cut the fish into squares with chopsticks, and then began to eat.

They are simply a lawful, chaotic existence.

"My mother is the dean of students, and my father is a professional soldier. In their eyes, I can only study. Watching my grandma cook is the only time I can relax. After doing it a few times, I will get used to it."

"Damn, I fell asleep when I saw the textbook, thank you for being able to hold on!"

"Although they don't stare at my studies now, they remind me of my marriage every day... I think I will take the civil service exam, and maybe half of it is intentional."

M stuffed three cauliflowers onto S's plate, reminded S not to eat vegetables, and then put one in his own bowl. S mischievously used the chopsticks to string the cauliflower into a string, and gnawed the flowers on the cauliflower with the chopsticks sideways.

"Why? I can move out because of work?" S blinked innocently, while chewing on the bulging cheeks, with a few shredded leaves of jelly in his mouth.

"Well, anyway, this is an iron rice bowl and they are happy to see it come true, and I can take a little breather."

"It feels very urgent to keep an eye on your family, no wonder you can't masturbate." S thought he was eating skewers, and bit off the cauliflower stalks without flowers one by one from the chopsticks. So busy.

"Cough, is that the only thing on your mind?" M squinted his eyes and coughed, and dropped a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"You're an adult now, you can decide those things yourself? It's you who want to work and get married, not them." S took a mouthful of cheese-soaked salmon with rice, squinted his eyes happily, and praised again It was delicious once.

"..."

Seeing what S said was justified, M had a sense of enlightenment.

Yes, you are already an adult, why are you still being restrained by your parents everywhere?The habit formed by being suppressed for a long time made him forget that he was an independent individual.It seems that the talent that has been praised since childhood is only in the aspect of studying.When it comes to social colleges, the person in front of him has studied more than him.

It seems that I still have to learn.

M sighed helplessly, and also took a piece of salmon into his mouth.

"Poor M, I'll go and get a new movie to comfort you later."

"no need."

S looked like he was joking, and reached out to pat M on the shoulder. Although M vigorously dismissed it, S still enjoyed it.

After dinner, S took the initiative to clean up the dishes on the table, as if a tacit understanding.One person is in charge of preparation, and the other is in charge of tidying up. They can cooperate with each other without further explanation.

S turned the washed dishes upside down on the dish rack by the sink, only to find that the dishes in pairs had the same pattern, the pure white background only had a simple dark blue border, and it really looked like M's. preferences.I couldn't find a pair of bowls and plates yesterday. Doesn't this mean that M bought them after get off work today? S couldn't hide the chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and his heart was beating loudly accordingly.Only then did he become curious about the appearance of the tableware, and reached out to pick up the chopsticks that he hadn't looked at carefully just now.

"Why!"

S stared at the colored area on the top third of the chopsticks, and it turned out that on the grass green background color, there were many cartoon patterns of khaki puppies running around.Looking back at S's surprised look, M probably guessed what the other party was thinking.

"Don't you think it looks like you?"

"Clam?"

M smiled and pushed his glasses, leaving S with question marks all over his face.

As usual, S was nestled on the sofa watching a movie, M changed from his stiff shirt and wore a well-fitting plain T-shirt, standing in the space between the dining table and the kitchen, holding Yaling back and forth with both hands.Every time M's hands push upwards, the strong biceps and triceps will three-dimensionally depict the results of ordinary exercise.

S didn't know when to turn his head, his eyes stayed on M's strong upper body, unable to look away for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I think you are very persistent and exercise every day."

"When I'm at home, my dad will ask me to exercise, and even ask me to go jogging with him every day, so it's a habit."

"Man, I haven't been seriously active since I left school."

S simply turned around and hung lazily on the back of the sofa chair, focusing on the admirable physique; M also focused on the rhythm of breathing to match the exercise, completely ignoring the female actress' panting or whistling on the TV screen. An alluring body that can be broken.

"You don't feel impulsive even when you watch porn?"

"Not interested in."

"What about the natural reaction in the morning?"

"Just take a shower and you'll be fine."

"Damn, how can you hold it back! Nobody cares about it now, the ban will always be lifted!" S knelt straight with his legs upright, with his hands propped on the back of the chair, he shouted excitedly to M.

"Now your parents can't see it, why are you so stubborn! It's okay to relax yourself occasionally, is there a need in life to be so depressed? You can be admitted to the civil service, you should have a good head, right? That's it. I don't even understand!"

M slowly stopped what she was doing, and stared blankly at S who suddenly became angry for some reason.

The two looked at each other for a while, and S came to a conclusion fiercely:

"Are you gay?"

"..."

M silently turned his head to the side, causing the entire lens to become white, and slowly raised the dumbbell in his hand again.

"You don't have dinner tomorrow."

"No! Great! I know I was wrong!"

S excitedly climbed onto the back of the chair, stretched out his arms in a gesture of pleading, but he lost his balance and fell headlong from the back of the sofa chair!With a loud snap, S's little head hit the hard tile floor!M, who wanted to pretend to be indifferent, was frightened by the loud noise, and his expression softened reluctantly.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"You have no conscience! Fuck, it hurts to death!"

S's legs were hanging on the back of the chair in a strange posture, and his hands were rolled up to hug his forehead. M put down the dumbbell and walked over to pull S, only to find that S was really crying from pain, and his forehead was swollen a lot.The pain mixed with shock caused S to turn red, pressing his hands on his forehead and rubbing violently.

Seeing S's embarrassment because of his naughtiness, M smiled with his mouth covered.

"Damn, laughing fart!"

"Don't you deserve it?"

"Dry!"

Habits made me forget that I could stop and take a rest occasionally, so I missed so many scenery around me.

Who is the really smart person...?