Tick ​​tick

"The first time you saw me..."

"I just fell in love with you... I said 'like'. Don't you have any impression?"

"...No, I'm sorry. You were only 15 at the time, how did you know..."

"That night I dreamed I was having sex with you in a dress. That was my first ejaculation. Would you mind if you were my sexual dream and sexual object?"

"...er, no. But you can't judge 'love' that way, can you?"

"Of course I didn't just judge by that one dream. Are you taking any chances?"

"...you don't wear a skirt..."

"That dream was the beginning. Then I tried wearing a skirt while awake and got sexual pleasure again. This is my first dress."

"..."

"Don't be nervous. The root cause is of course me, and I feel more comfortable in a dress. Do you feel sick?"

"No... Did you go to M University because of me?"

"Yes. Is it because your father is not in good health that you didn't stay for a postdoctorate?"

"...Yes. Why didn't you contact me at M University?"

"...It was too young at that time, six years younger than you. Don't you regret not being a postdoctoral fellow?"

"It's a pity, but there are always choices at certain points. I'm developing very well now. Aren't you six years younger now?"

"If you don't contact me again, you will be preempted by others."

"……why me?"

"I seem to be asked too many questions."

They're on the clock's convertible.The shell of the super sports car was painted a flamboyant pink, Song Qiyou missed the simple Volvo before and thought, the rich second generation can't change the drag racing.Two hours ago, the clock counted eight years for Song Qiyou and did not let him speak. After solving the problem of food and clothing, he was lured into the car, and he was sure that he would not be able to escape like a prey in a prison. Then he peeled off the truth bit by bit.

The two question and answer equally until the clock breaks the rules.He said, you asked me one more question, and I won't answer it unless you answer me one more question.

"After knowing this, are you still refusing to give me a chance?"

There were no other vehicles along the way, and Song Qiyou didn't know that the clock had cleared the road.The sound of the wind is only for them, and the continuous street lamps on both sides are like huge fireballs rolling forward with the car, burning only for them.The night is so deep, but the hustle and bustle and light are so grand, all the sound and all the light are crowded in Song Qiyou's heart, urging him to say "Yes" and "Yes".

"I... I don't know why you chose me, I'm not as good as you imagined."

The clock loosened the throttle a little: "You just asked why it was you."

"Ok?"

"who am I?"

Song Qiyou was taken aback: "A clock."

"Man or woman?"

"Of course a man."

"Why am I wearing a skirt?"

"...Because you like it?"

"Look: you know that I am Clockwork, not the son of Chairman Shi, the prince of Shi, or the younger brother of Designer Shi; you know that I wear skirts only because I like to wear skirts, and I am still a man."

Song Qiyou was inexplicably distressed. He heard the clock say softly: "I always believe that no one knows better than you. If it's not you, who else could it be?"

"No one... more..." is equal to "the most". Song Qiyou didn't dare to take on this title, and he even thought a little tremblingly: Why do you think I am?What if I'm not?

But the clock is lonely and fragile.He took another step back, begging for some mercy, revealing the reason for love, which was riddled with scars.

The feeling of pity that must be given is too strong, so strong that Song Qiyou doubts whether he is afraid that this will be the last time Clockwork shows his favor, so strong that there is no mercy in the words in the end, it is all respect and sincerity:

"Clock, can we still be friends first? Let me know more about you, and then make a careful decision, okay?"

"It's just a relationship, do you have to be so serious?"

The speed of the car was increased to a dizzying value, and Song Qiyou was a little hypoxic, but he still had the attitude of a scientific researcher: "Of course we must be serious. Talking must be serious, love must be serious, love must be serious."

As the wind grows louder, the blood of the clock boils for this dangerous speed, but the extreme joy in my heart is not brought by this speed.

It's him.It's him.

The car finally stopped in front of Song Qiyou's apartment. Song Qiyou's face was disheveled, as if he was two months pregnant and nauseated.Looking at the clock, he giggled happily, crossed the boundary of "friends", and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

I've always wanted to kiss you.

There was warmth on his forehead, and his face was also hot. Song Qiyou froze and didn't dare to move. It seemed that time had fast forwarded another eight months. He was as nervous as a pregnant woman about to give birth.The clock is very chic, after the kiss, he gently rubbed the place where he just kissed with his fingertips, and murmured something in an unknown language.

Song Qiyou wrote down the approximate pronunciation. After returning home, he recognized the sound intelligently for a long time, and recognized it as "I love you" in Spanish.

Teamo.

His face became hot again.

How many languages ​​does the clock master, Song Qiyou thought, someday I will ask.The off-white sarong that Clock is wearing today is as cute as the Spanish he spoke yesterday. He sits in the corner of the last row of the classroom, with his elbows on the table, his head on his palms, and obediently looks at the podium.

For the students who sat in the penultimate row last night until dawn last night, Mr. Song frequently gave him caring glances. How can I catch up on sleep?

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, those who ate and caught up with sleep went back to the dormitory to wake up and had breakfast, lunch and dinner together, and the classroom dispersed quickly.Song Qiyou walked to the clock in three steps and two steps, and said apologetically: "I have to wash my hands, you wait a little longer."

Wash it.The clock looked at Song Qiyou's back and curled his mouth, thinking, why do you have to come here and say, I said no, can you not wash it.After thinking about it, he couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Really serious.

When Song Qiyou carried his schoolbag back to the clock, the clock was still playing. He pulled the small beige messenger bag to his side, and said presumptuously as if he had a privilege: "Did you buy many of the same schoolbag, or is this the one you got in M ​​University?" The one on your back?"

"That's it. You know that's the bag I'm carrying at M University?"

Clockwork stood up with a smile in his eyes, and the seat slammed: "I know. I know everything."

Song Qiyou felt that this sentence seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he had to ignore this feeling and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Let's go to the little stir-fry last time. It tastes pretty good."

Song Qiyou frowned: "Ma's fried rice? That doesn't suit your taste, right? You didn't eat anything last time."

The clock's eyes sparkled: "Did you peek at me eating last time?"

Just sitting face to face, how can it be peeking?Song Qiyou didn't say a word, and the clock didn't ask any questions, he pushed him out of the classroom and answered the question by himself: "Yes! Let's go!"

This time, Clock ordered spicy chicken diced, boiled fish, and oily lettuce even more aggressively this time. He still only tasted a little bit and stopped using his chopsticks.Song Qiyou put down the chopsticks and suggested, "Let's change to another one. Why don't you eat at noon?"

"It's still full of food, so it's wasted like this?"

Song Qiyou didn't say a word, and after a fierce battle of thoughts, he decided very troublesomely: "Then I will definitely not come here next time."

The clock guessed the result and smiled: "Don't, don't you like the food here? You can do it if you like it. I will find food by myself later."

Song Qiyou didn't respond, so Clock had no choice but to confess: "I just want to taste the taste of these dishes, and I can make them for you in the future."

"can you cook?"

"I want to cook by myself at M University. My cooking is very delicious. Once I know the taste you like, I can improve it and make it delicious and nutritious for you."

Song Qiyou thought that the rich second generation would carry top chefs with them, so he was stunned and nodded when he heard this.

The clock was very happy, changed the depression of the previous few days, and continued to babble: "When I came to see you today, I saw a puppy lying on the chair on the first floor. I thought it was strange, how can a dog be allowed in the teaching building. Come closer Only then did I realize that it was a stuffed bear, probably abandoned by some couple after breaking up."

"What is Papa Bear?"

"Papa Xiong is... a bear lying on its stomach, the kind that is lazy and cute." Clock couldn't find an accurate description, "I will imitate it for you in the future."

Song Qiyou nodded, unable to imagine.

"Bear... it's unlikely to have a bear, it's dangerous. But we can adopt a panda, if you want. Panda... would you like to have a cat?"

"Cats?" Song Qiyou didn't quite understand the interdisciplinary association from pandas to cats, "I don't know much about cats, uh, I never thought of raising small animals before."

"Neither have I. I have never been raised by anyone since I was a child. I raised too much meat, but the result is not very good. Hey, I am the person who is said to be able to raise meat to death."

Song Qiyou was amused by his pursed lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Clock narrowed his eyes, like a charming female fox in Liaozhai, "Do you think I'm charming and interesting, and you're about to fall in love with me if you're not careful."

Song Qiyou stopped laughing and didn't speak. He fiddled with a piece of fish with his chopsticks.

The clock lowered its eyes and stared at the empty bowl: "It's better not to go astray so quickly."

"It's not going astray." Song Qiyou gave him the piece of fish, "There are no thorns. The fish should still be edible, high in protein."

The clock laughed, thinking why didn't you fall in love with me if you didn't go astray, and didn't move.

Song Qiyou said "Yeah", "Do you not like spicy food?"

"No." Clock picked up the fish, "Do scientists like you disdain this kind of thing? If possible, I would like to adopt you."

"Cough..." Song Qiyou choked, "I...cough...I'm not a scientist, I'm just a researcher."

"It's so casual." Zhong Zhong calmly poured a glass of water for Song Qiyou and himself, "I only deny that if you are not a scientist, you mean you can take care of it?"

"Uh, no." Song Qiyou changed the subject guiltily, "You're quite lively today."

"Does it mean that I talk too much nonsense? I used to be unsure about your attitude, and I didn't dare to say these things, for fear of offending you; now that you have said that you are willing to understand me, these intracranial bullet screens will naturally be shared with you. I am waiting You fell in love with me when you got to know me."

This topic is also very dangerous, Song Qiyou said "haha" twice and continued to change: "Your skirt today is very beautiful."

The clock didn't expose him, and cooperated with a smile: "Really? You like this kind? Then I will wear more simple styles like this in the future."

Song Qiyou didn't understand design, this kind of wide and plain skirt that looked no different from the curtain tablecloth from the clock's point of view, but he felt comfortable and beautiful-maybe because it resembled the curtain tablecloth, so it had a sense of intimacy.

Remembering Song Qiyou's lack of aesthetic ability, the clock learned to lie on the bear, and sent Song Qiyou a WeChat message happily on the bed, thinking, what does it matter, as long as he likes it, I am not afraid to put the bed sheet and quilt cover on my body.

せーの: Actually

ball:?

せーの: I don't eat spicy food

せーの: My stomach hurts hahahahahahaha

Ball: Are you okay?Have a stomachache?Have you taken your medicine?

Ball: I'm sorry, I shouldn't think I'm going to catch fish for you.

Ball: Let's change to another restaurant next time.

Song Qiyou couldn't type fast, the clock specially left enough time for him to talk, and then he replied: When you asked me "how are you?", I was very good, and I felt that the stomach pain was worth it[/爱心]

Ball: Drink plenty of hot water and go to bed early.

Hey, this sentence again, why is this person so dull.If you don't talk to yourself, you can't talk about love with others, right?

Clock brain fills in the harmonious picture of no one loves Song Qiyou but himself, Song Qiyou hugs himself miserably and says "don't go", smirks, returns him a "kiss" expression, and runs out of the room barefoot: " mom--"

Unlike Shi Yusu who has his own house, Clock has been living with Shi's father and Shi's mother in the small villa of Shi's family.One is that Zhong Zhong has no idea of ​​building his own residence, after all, he has only been back to China for a year; the other is that Shi's father and mother are not at ease that the youngest son lives alone, watching under the nose, there will be no major troubles.

When Shi Mu heard the clock calling, she came out of the bedroom, saw him wearing a nightgown, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with Zhong Zhong?"

The smile seemed forced, but Clock didn't care about it: "I want to buy a house."

Shi Mu was taken aback: "Buy a house? Is Zhong Zhong going to move out?"

After the clock knew about the trip to France, she must have known about herself and Song Qiyou, and even sent someone to investigate in detail, so she said without hesitation: "I'm going to fall in love."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Shi Mu still put on a standard smile: "Okay. It's too late today, I'll give you a card tomorrow, okay?"

Zhong Zhong was content and ready to go back to the room, when Shi Mu suddenly called out again: "Zhong Zhong——"

Turning back the clock, I saw that the smile on her face had disappeared, replaced by hesitation and worry.She said: "In love, don't hurt others, and don't hurt yourself."

How bad is my character.Clock smiled, approached her, approached her heart of striving to be a qualified mother, and hugged her: "I know. Don't worry."

He added: "He understands me and treats me seriously."

These words did not mean to hurt anyone, both the hugging person and the trembling person being hugged knew it well.

Song Qiyou was in the office looking at the opening report submitted by the graduate students he brought, and for a moment he wondered if there was no class today, would the clock come to find him?If someone sees you when you come, will the beautiful "girls" always come into your office, will it affect you badly?Do you want him to wait outside until after get off work?

No results came out of fugue, the WeChat notification sounded, and the person who thought about it sent a message.

せーの: I'm at the door of your office

せーの: I want to see you, but will it be bad if I always go to your office?

せーの: But I still want to see you

せーの: Forget it, I’m just sitting in the rest area on this floor, the one facing the elevator, and the one with several big pots of ugly grass next to it

せーの: I also wore a cloth (table) skirt (cloth) today, it is green

せーの: See you at noon, I will be with Ugly Grass

Song Qiyou felt that it was necessary to tell the clock that he didn't need to find himself during working hours. After all, he was not a freelancer, and there was always a fixed job to do.

But forget it today.Song Qiyou got up and went to the rest area to find the clock, and asked him to wait in the office.As a result, when he opened the door, the clock was just outside the door, and he lowered his head and pressed his phone.

The two were stunned when they saw each other, Zhong Zhong laughed first, and handed the phone to Song Qiyou to look at.Song Qiyou saw a sentence on the screen that he didn't have time to send out: [Sorry, the sentence looped] I'm at the door of your office, I'm

Song Qiyou looked up: "Didn't you finish what you said after 'I'?"

The clock deliberately said no, and bent its eyes, "Why did you come out?"

It's embarrassing to say "I'm looking for you", and it's even more embarrassing to say anything else. Song Qiyou thought it over and said solemnly: "I want to ask you, what is 'Ugly Grass'?"

Clock took back the phone, tilted his neck slightly to meet Song Qiyou's eyes, tapped the word "I" on the screen without follow-up, and smiled:

"That's such a coincidence. I just wanted to say, let me tell you what 'ugly grass' is."