Tick ​​tick

"Sorry, Mr. Song, our boss is not here." The waiter said politely, seeing Song Qiyou glanced towards the second floor, he added with emphasis, "I'm really not here."

Song Qiyou nodded, and handed over the letter in his hand: "Then please give this to the clock again."

"Don't worry." The waiter smiled standardly.For a month, he has been able to stop this Mr. Song and receive the letter he brought.

Song Qiyou bit the straw and thought casually: It's been a month.

A month ago, the clock disappeared in the morning. He rushed to the bar at night and was told that the clock was missing.He hurriedly and shamelessly wrote an "I love you" note for the waiter to pass, and got a reply of "You should think about it again".

Song Qiyou didn't know how to "think about it", he just came to the bar when he was free, although he never saw the clock and didn't get any words from him.Every time he comes, he brings a letter, in which he writes some trivial daily life, some concerns about the clock, and always wants to write "I love you" again, but he still doesn't write it.When you are sober and calm, you cannot be so calm.

Occasionally, he would drive the car near Clock's house, not because he had the luck of seeing Clock - he knew that if Clock avoided it intentionally, he would never see him - but in the colder weather it would really get worse. Miss the clock more and more.The clock looks so beautiful when it smiles, like lighting a sun on the tip of my heart.

"Mr. Song, what are you...do you need my help?"

Song Qiyou stayed a lot longer than usual, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the juice had bottomed out and the waiter stood beside him a little awkwardly, smiled, stood up from his seat, and took out his wallet to give a tip.The waiter had sharp eyes, and smiled back with relief: "No need for Mr. Song, you don't have to give it every time." He took another step back, "There's still something to do over there, I'll go there first."

Song Qiyou waved his hand to signal him to go to work, then looked to the second floor, saw the lights all over his eyes, but couldn't see the clock with his letter open.

In the innermost room on the second floor, Clock and Shi Yusu sat facing each other.Shi Yusu recently doted on a lover, a rather seductive boy with a faint mole next to his belly button, and he only brought this one with him when he was on social occasions.People clamored to come to this bar, which has gained a little reputation in the circle of the rich second generation, and he also brought it along to play; when people were tired and fell asleep, he came to meet with the clock, and ordered an afterthought. Smoke, puffing clouds.

"I flipped through a few books as the old lady said, and put them on your desk. You... what is this?"

When the waiter delivered the letter, Shi Yusu was in the middle of speaking.The clock did not answer, and I carefully opened the letter.Shi Yusu saw how carefully he almost put on gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, and smiled half a smile: "Qiyou gave it to you? It's ok, the straight man's job of breaking the bend is pretty good."

Clock didn't really want to talk to him: "Straight men can't be bent."

Shi Yusu put out the cigarette: "What did you write? Let me see?"

The thumb of the clock folded the letter to the middle finger, but Shi Yusu moved faster, leaning over to grab the folded letter and unfolding: "Qiyou's characters are still so ugly." You should keep warm, maybe you can wear a skirt and coat Down jacket'...what the hell...'I'm going on a business trip to City B for a week'..."

Snapped.

The clock smashed a glass.

Shi Yusu stopped, and laughed twice in response to the clear crackling sound: "Qiyou, you haven't seen this before, have you? If you have, you don't have these letters, right?"

"Put the letter down, get out."

"Tsk. Clock, you are also 23, don't always act like you don't want to be next to the whole world. The world is like this. You can't get into it. It's because you are noble or you are incompetent. Also, Shi Yusu flicked the letter paper, "Stop doing it, it will only speed up the consumption of other people's sympathy for you."

"roll."

Shi Yusu felt that it was really boring, so he said "the man is still next door, please treat me well", and left.

The noisy room suddenly became silent, as if he was a little tired.As if a little tired, Clock sat quietly for a while, quietly picked up the letter that Shi Yusu threw on the sofa, and read it again.

clock:

Winter is really here.The temperature has dropped these days, and the wind is also strong. You should keep warm. Maybe you can wear a down jacket with a skirt. I think some girls wear it like this.The flu has been very serious recently. Every class is followed by the sound of blowing your nose. Remember to drink plenty of hot water (you can drink some alcohol occasionally, but don’t drink too much). If you feel that you are about to catch a cold, you can take some preventive medicine in advance.

I am going on a business trip to City B for a week, and the school sent me and a senior to study at University P.In fact, I think it is enough to send seniors alone. Learning and communication are all just a formality, and I can't really learn anything. It also prevents me from "seeing" you for the next week. (well)

How about you, how have you been lately?Hope you are doing well.

Song Qiyou

City B is colder than City S. It's outdoors, and it's full of white steam when talking.However, Song Qiyou didn't experience much. The son of his predecessor who was traveling with him was working in city B, so he went to live at his son's house, leaving him wrapped up and shuttling through unfamiliar schools.

Song Qiyou sat at the end of the classroom in the few lessons he listened to in "Learning", thinking that Clock would also sit in this position every time he listened to his own class.Strange to say, he always felt that he had seen the clock a few times, but when he squinted his eyes and looked again, only a group of little girls walked past arm in arm, sending WeChat messages to the clock in the evening, and there was still a white exclamation mark on a red background next to "Hi".

Sending a WeChat message to the clock to test whether the clock is unblocked when it is dark is a habit Song Qiyou has developed recently.As winter gradually enters, it gets dark early and quickly, and emotions gather in advance according to the laws of nature. At this time, in a foreign land, the yearning is magnified and cannot escape.

On the last day, he made his own arrangements. The senior invited Song Qiyou and his family to go sightseeing. Song Qiyou declined after thinking about it. He wanted to go to the commercial street to buy a gift for the clock.

The prosperity of commercial streets in various places has great similarities. Song Qiyou picked a brand he had heard of and entered the store, and the shopping guide came quickly: "Sir, men's clothing is here."

"No, no, I want to buy me a dress, uh," Song Qiyou stammered, "My love."

"Okay, this way please. What style do you want to buy?"

This is completely Song Qiyou's blind spot.He tries to describe the clock: "I'm not sure what he likes, but he's kind of a personality... person."

"Okay." The shopping guide walked to the farther shelf, "Sir, what do you think of this set? Our new autumn and winter style, a pure black lace dress with a small white suit. The dress is made of pure cotton, and the suit is made of wool and silk. It is very stylish. Features."

"Uh..." Song Qiyou didn't understand that a suit can go with a skirt, so he hesitated and asked, "Any other recommendations?"

The shopping guide flipped through a few pieces: "Sir, what do you think of this set? A knitted sweater and a chiffon dress. The dress is made of silk fabric with a contrasting color design. This winter is very popular, and there is only the last one left in every size. "

Is the hem of this skirt too see-through, you can see it with long johns underneath?Song Qiyou worried: "Is there anything else?"

The shopping guide recommended several models to him, all of which were rejected by him with various psychological activities.Song Qiyou sincerely apologized for going against fashion: "Let me see for myself."

"Okay. Call me anytime you need anything."

Song Qiyou wrote like a primary school student, and picked clothes like a primary school student reviewing a text. He carefully compared the recommendations of the shopping guide: this one is too common, and that clock is similar. Isn’t the pattern on the next one really special for square dancing? , why the shiny one on the right looks like a raincoat...

"Sir? Excuse me. Just now a lady suggested that I recommend this set to you again. She thinks this set is very beautiful, and your lover may like it."

The shopping guide took the original suit and dress.Song Qiyou looked around, there were neither too many nor too many people in the store, and it was impossible to tell who made the suggestion.The shopping guide said sweetly, "The lady has already left after paying the bill." Song Qiyou frowned and said, "Okay."

There were many more people in the bar on Christmas Eve than usual, and the waiter's words were updated: "Sorry, Mr. Song, it's too unfortunate that our boss just left."

Song Qiyou, who came from the train station, smiled with disappointment and understanding: "I have a lot of things today. Please hold them when you take them. I'm afraid the bag will break. I'm in trouble."

The clock of "just left" watched Song Qiyou in the bar monitor dragging the box away, and Song Qiyou disappeared in the street monitor outside for a while before he opened the latest letter amidst the singing of "IwannagohomeforChristmas".

clock:

I'm back. City B is really cold, and there was snow in the middle, but for you, snow should not be a rare thing, and the most important thing in M ​​University is probably snow. There is a store in P University that specializes in candied haws. I originally wanted to buy a bunch of them to bring back, but the shop owner said that the candied haws had been stored for a long time and were not as tasty as they were just made. I thought, let’s eat together when I have a chance.I bought you a dress, I hope you like it.My aesthetic level is not high, I'm sorry if I didn't make you like it.

Come with an apple, happy Christmas Eve.I will also come on New Year's Eve, can I see you that day?It may be a bit naive to say it, but I seem to have seen you several times in P University, and it must be a god.I think I want to see you.

You asked me to think about it before, I guess you asked me to think about my feelings for you, but in fact, from the day you came to the laboratory to find me, I was sure that I love you (hope you don't think I'm too straightforward).But if you doubt my rhetoric, I can fully understand it. I didn't express it well before. I'm sorry, but has my performance for more than a month relieved your worries?I want to put your mind at ease.I mean it, I love you and I will treat you well.You can ask Yu Su, I never promise what I can't do. (My language is clumsy, please forgive me)

How are you doing this week?Hope you are doing well.

(This text message was written on the train. I haven’t bought Apple yet. I will buy it on the way to the bar later.)

Song Qiyou

On the night of the New Year's Eve, Song Qiyou typed "Hi" to the clock, put his phone aside and packed up his things to go to the bar.When he was halfway through sorting out the materials, he suddenly sat up straight, grabbed his phone and saw that there was no familiar exclamation mark next to the message, and the WeChat name of the clock was changed back to "せーの".

Putting it aside and ignoring it, Song Qiyou grabbed his phone and ran outside.As soon as the elevator stopped on the first floor, he couldn't wait and ran to the stairs.

There were an unusually large number of vehicles passing by on the road, half of them were driving home, and the other half were driving away. The lights of the whole city worked together to make the sky rosy red.Song Qiyou held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled the tie back and forth with the other, until it finally loosened, and then tied it again at the red light.

God knows why Song Qiyou wears a suit, probably because he feels grand.But the parking space doesn't care what you wear, unfortunately there is no space.

Song Qiyou once tried to judge whether the clock was in the bar by observing the cars parked next to the bar. He realized that the clock was three streets away, and the clock probably had more than two cars.This time he parked the car to the furthest distance he could observe, and trotted towards the bar with roses in his hands.

The bar was more crowded than it was on Christmas Eve, and the band was playing "when I'minthemoodIliketoplay" erratically.The waiters were all busy, Song Qiyou found the one he knew best, his throat tightened, and he asked nervously, "Is the clock on today?"

"Mr. Song." The waiter bowed slightly and smiled, "Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Qiyou's footsteps were a little fluttering, and he even wanted to confirm again, "I'm looking for the clock, did you mean the clock is waiting for me?" When he walked to the corner of the bar, he saw a person in a black skirt and white suit, and his footsteps became calm again. , Until the waiter had long since disappeared, he was unable to speak.He usually wrote so much in bits and pieces on the letter paper, but now he didn't know what to say.

"It's a tacit understanding."

Clock tilted his head, staring at Song Qiyou's black suit, like a cunning little animal staring at a predator that couldn't catch him.Song Qiyou didn't understand what he meant, thought he was looking at the flowers, and hurriedly handed over the big bouquet, but still couldn't say a word.

Fortunately the clock doesn't mind.

The clock took the flowers.

The author has something to say: Come back!But because I'm too busy, I still can't do the daily update, so I can only update it every day at work quq I'm really sorry

(I don't know why I was so confident in my codeword speed at the beginning, my head was bald quq