Tick ​​tick

The child's father... ran away with the physics literature.

The clock listened to the annoying boy laughing and saying annoying words: "Are you looking for Teacher Song? He went to France for a meeting."

What's even more annoying is that I have to talk to him: "When did he leave?"

"It seems to be the plane this morning? The meeting is two days later." Deng Jian thought that this beautiful sister who had met once was Song Qiyou's graduate student, and she was stunned when she asked, "Mr. ?"

Learn from Nima's sister, I'm a man.Speaking of Nima, there are only "good" and "um" on the full screen.

There was a fire burning in Clockwork's chest, and he wanted to destructively warn Deng Jian's literature to read and study by himself, so as not to bother Mr. Song. After thinking about it, he felt that if he really did this, Song Qiyou would probably hate himself, and suddenly felt wronged. Vision is blurred.

Deng Jian had never seen such a complex expression change before, and he comforted clumsily: "Mr. Song will be back after the meeting, and it will only be a few days. He is probably too busy, so he didn't have time to explain to the senior."

Song Qiyou is really busy.This was a meeting that he had been preparing for all the time, and he would stay up very hot every night as it was about to be held.It's just that he doesn't have the habit of sharing his life, so until he got on the plane, he replied "good" to every WeChat message of the clock, but he never mentioned the matter of going abroad for meetings.

I thought it aroused Song Qiyou's interest in me, but I couldn't reach Ge'er who he told me to go abroad for a meeting; I thought I found his sensitive zone, but I couldn't get hard when I teased him during the day.

Impotent scumbag bastard!

I went home and changed my clothes and took my passport. The clock tickled my teeth on the plane two hours later.

Song Qiyou arrived in Paris at 04:30 in the afternoon, and the jet lag made him a little sleepy.He was taken to the restaurant by a special car, and there were already many people who had arrived first, and everyone chatted naturally, from the good and bad weather to the current state of science.

There was a French researcher who was working in a similar direction to Song Qiyou, and the two chatted speculatively, from before dinner to after dinner.Song Qiyou tried his best to carry out international academic exchanges, and became more and more sleepy. When he walked out of the restaurant and looked up at the clock, he thought he was hallucinating.

How can the clock not wear a skirt?right?

Wearing men's clothes and men's trousers, clock without makeup is as tender as a college student who has just entered school.Under the moonlight, he stared with a pair of beautiful eyes, his eyes were red, and seeing Song Qiyou smile, there was no self in that smile, a teardrop the size of a bean fell from his eyes, and when Song Qiyou was about to pass by, he roared angrily French: "Bonjour!"

Song Qiyou was confused and stopped. The handsome French researcher was also confused and asked in English, what's the situation?

It turned out to be a real clock!Song Qiyou quickly apologized and told Shuai Shuai that this is my friend.Shuai Shuai shrugged dissatisfiedly, told Song Qiyou politely that he would see you tomorrow, and then walked away.

The person was obviously displeased by the interruption, but the clock deliberately bowed slightly to see him off, like a little prince.Song Qiyou frowned worriedly, and pulled him to stand up straight: "Why are you so reckless?"

It's been a long time since we saw each other, the first sentence is to blame him for being wrong, the clock won't come up in one breath: "You—"

"Why did you come to Paris? Hey, what are you going to say?"

Clock originally wanted to question why you didn't even care why I came to Paris, but Song Qiyou immediately asked, blocking the resentment he wanted to express.He wanted to cry again, but he couldn't cry anymore, otherwise the tears would look cheap, so he could only speak slowly with tears in his eyes:

"If you don't want to see me, I'll buy a ticket back home now."

"Why do you go back? Are you okay in France?" Song Qiyou was puzzled, and his eyes widened again. "You didn't come here to see me, did you?"

The first half of the sentence made him angry and resentful, but the second half of the sentence finally guessed his mind correctly, and the clock couldn't bear to let out all the anger, and kept silent.

It's just that Yu Song Qiyou regretted saying this: Clock must have something to come to France, and he is too self-indulgent, look, the atmosphere is embarrassing.

The phone rang at the right time, and Song Qiyou heaved a sigh of relief as if he had found a life-saving straw, said "sorry" to the clock, and walked aside.It was Shi Yusu who called. He opened his mouth and yelled all the foul language that Song Qiyou could think of as introductions, and then said the text with great power: "My brother went to Paris to find you."

"I know. I just saw him."

"You know what a fart! You know that he bought a plane ticket and followed you as soon as he heard you were going to Paris? One or two are full of brains and think the moon is on their necks!"

Song Qiyou was bluffed: "He really came to find me? Did he tell you?"

"You think that when you go abroad, you just walk two steps from the northwest exit to the southeast exit of the subway? It's such a big matter to go abroad. If there is any movement, my old man and lady will definitely find out immediately!"

"Oh." Song Qiyou thought it made sense and was shocked, "How does he know my exact location?"

“这是很难查的事情吗？”

The brain circuit of the rich second generation is probably different from that of ordinary people. Song Qiyou silently skipped this topic, and asked uncertainly: "Then he asked me... what's the matter?"

Shi Yusu gritted his teeth on the other end of the phone: "Damn it, you are either out of your mind or out of your mind! Did no one catch you for autopsy? Can't you tell that he has a crush on you?"

The non-existent brain "boomed", and Song Qiyou stammered: "He, him, what me?"

“人群中多看了你一眼，梦想着上你——看、上、你。”时喻苏“啧”一声，“你上次给我打电话我就纳闷他怎么行为异常，他妈的结果是这有病的茬。”

Standing a few meters away from the ticking time bomb of the clock, Song Qiyou shuddered, struggling to find an acceptable alternative: "I...he, he wants to be with me?"

"I'm 'fuck, is it hard to come to that conclusion? He likes you and wants to be with you, get it?"

"He, he told you?"

"I'fuck Song Qiyou, I'fuck. Did you bury your head in the sand? He looked for you twice in three days and flew abroad this time. Didn't he like you or a dog?"

Song Qiyou looked bitterly at the night: "But... But I don't have this idea."

"Stop stuttering. It's not for you to stutter when I waste time talking with you." Shi Yusu's voice became serious, "If you also like him, you can live a good life with him, but I kindly remind you, my mother I reminded you a long time ago that his mind is not normal, so you should be mentally prepared; if you don't like him, you will say nothing in the next second, saying that you don't like men and let him give up, let him die I can't see any hope of chasing you."

It's really embarrassing.

The wind is cool, and there is the aroma of food in the air.Song Qiyou was stunned for a long time, playing what Shi Yusu taught him in a loop in his mind, "Reject in the next second!" "Speak harshly!" "Leave no room!"

The clock stood by the flower bed, its eyes seemed to be fixed on the flowers, and it seemed to be floating in the darkness.Song Qiyou forcibly cheered up, forcibly filled his heart with the blood of saving the lost youth, and forcibly approached steadily.

The clock gave him a look, like a beggar crying for his master, like all sentient beings kneeling down to worship the Buddha.Song Qiyou became listless for a moment, and asked listlessly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"Uh... so are you going to eat now?"

"I'm tired. I want to rest first."

"Have you booked a hotel?"

"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money."

Song Qiyou was stunned: "Then how did you come here?"

Clock immediately changed his words: "I only brought enough money to take a taxi here."

Song Qiyou was helpless: "Didn't you bring your card?"

"I didn't bring it. I'm penniless now, I only have my passport in my pocket..."

Song Qiyou remembered Shi Yusu's warning "Don't believe what he said", and didn't know what to do: "Then what should I do."

The clock changed into an expression of "you don't care about me, I'm going to eat and sleep in the open air, bad luck and starve to death on the street".

Facing this pitiful expression, he couldn't say more than "Don't love me, there is no result", Song Qiyou couldn't even say "Don't look at me, there is no way".He paused, and said with difficulty: "Then you go live with me."

"Okay."

Seeing his quick response, Song Qiyou wondered if he had been fooled again, regretted and added helplessly: "The organizer arranged for us an ordinary single room with only one bed..."

"I'll just sleep on the sofa."

"The sofa is small..."

"I'll just curl up on it."

"Let me curl up on the sofa, I don't rest..."

In the end, both of them slept in bed.

Song Qiyou sincerely wanted not to rest, but Zhong Zhong insisted that he must rest after sitting on the plane for so long, and solve the troubles he caused by sleeping on the sofa.If Shi Yusu encountered such a situation, he would definitely say, "If you're going to die, let him sit on the sofa and what will happen if he turns into a bun", but he is not Shi Yusu, so he can't be ruthless.

Thinking that the clock that Yu Su warned liked him, Song Qiyou cautiously went to the room service and asked for an extra quilt and two pillows, one of which was placed between the two quilts, on both sides of the bed.Clock folded his arms and asked amusedly and melancholy: "You hate me so much?"

"No. I...I don't sleep well, I'm afraid it will affect you."

Clock sat down on the edge of the bed: "I don't mind."

Song Qiyou touched his nose in embarrassment: "It's better to mind. Haha."

The bed was originally a single bed, and there were two quilts piled up with Chuhe Hanjie in between. Both of them could only sleep on their sides, and they might fall off if they weren't careful.The lights snapped off, the curtains blocked the warm orange light from the street lamps, and the room was as dark as late at night.In the silence, Song Qiyou began to think again, how to have a showdown with him when the clock woke up.

After thinking about it, he doubted, is Shi Yusu really reliable?The clock really likes itself?I have an ordinary appearance, a boring personality, and want money, money, and body, what do I like?

I became impatient again: I still have to say it!It's all in the same bed!In any case, stop frequent contact first!

"Did the call just now come from my brother?"

Just as he was pregnant with ghosts, a faint voice came from behind him, making Song Qiyou tremble with fright. After calming down for a while, he said, "You...why haven't you slept yet?"

no answer.Song Qiyou wondered if the clock was talking in his sleep, so he turned around with difficulty, facing the clock's open eyes, he was startled again.

"You...you're awake."

The clock looked at him like a retarded man.

"Uh, well, yeah, your brother called me. How do you know?"

"You had an ambitious expression at that time, probably because you wanted to say something to me. If you suddenly wanted to say something to me, it certainly wouldn't be your idea out of thin air, and only my brother would be involved."

Song Qiyou was taken aback, thinking that knowing oneself and knowing the enemy's rigorous thinking is not like having an abnormal brain, and he unconsciously became nervous and dry mouthed as if he had done something wrong, and let out an "ah".

"So, what are you going to tell me?"

Song Qiyou's first thought was to talk casually and not end this topic, but in the darkness, Clock's eyes revealed a kind of majesty and temptation of "thinking about whether you want to lie to me".He closed his eyes, and said generously, "Your brother said you like me."

The clock said "Oh".

Originally thought that the battle was about to start and the scene was about to be chaotic, but it was calm and breezy, Song Qiyou opened his eyes stupidly: "What is 'oh'..."

Clock chuckled: "Look at you, you haven't expressed any attitude to me, but you want to hear 'like' from me, isn't it a bit too much?"

Song Qiyou felt that he was being treated heinously, so he quickly defended: "I said that I admire you very much." He added, "I treat you as a younger brother."

Clock laughed again: "Do you want to have incest with me?"

Song Qiyou was stunned: "Didn't you...didn't you say you liked me?"

"You don't need to 'like' to make `love.'"

"I……"

The conversation seriously exceeded Song Qiyou's knowledge reserve. He turned around stiffly again, turned his back to the clock again, and pretended to be dead as if he had encountered a bear.

"Have you given up on this matter?"

"I……"

"Forget it, you can rest first, and come to me when you want to deal with it. Anyway, I will always be here."

These words are light but firm, like another form of confession.

Song Qiyou couldn't speak, and thought the clock had fallen asleep in silence, when suddenly he heard a rustling, and there was warmth on his arms and back.He turned around in shock, his lips almost touched the tip of the clock's nose, and when goosebumps covered his body, the clock turned his back to him and said, "Hug me."

Is it because I studied astrophysics, so I understand loneliness in this way?The tone of these three words is like one planet meets another, which seems extremely far apart from human beings but is extremely close in the vast universe, saying, we are neighbors.

It is the softest imperative.

Before he could digest the fact that Zhong Zhong got into his bed, Song Qiyou couldn't react, Zhong Zhong coaxed patiently and softly: "Just like a brother comforting a younger brother, hug me."

Song Qiyou hesitated, and gave his arms softly.Clock couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth: "Is it really okay to say that you are brother and brother? It's just a name. Is there really any essential difference?"

Song Qiyou reacted, the brotherhood he gave was realized by the clock into another emotion without hindrance, and he wanted to take back his hand, but was held back by the clock: "No."

I couldn't take my hand back.

In a room without light.

Song Qiyou's embrace was really warm, warmer than imagined.When the clock fell asleep, he went with Shi Yusu in a daze: he shouldn't be generous.

Unless he can hold me all the time.