Tick ​​tick

"Do you want to... live here?"

The clock is serving soup, and the layer of oil floating on the surface is removed, and only soup water: "No. Your house is too small, and the bedroom is not as big as half my cloakroom."

Song Qiyou still wanted to fight: "Come here early every day and go back late at night, isn't it troublesome?"

No one should.

"Why don't I buy another wardrobe, the living room should fit. Or I can rent it again..." Song Qiyou suddenly stopped and sat up straight, "Clock, you bought a suite before."

Clock laughed out loud: "Teacher Song finally remembered?"

Song Qiyou made a mistake and couldn't explain it. He took a bite of the chicken in embarrassment: "The house, uh, is it going to be renovated? It just happens that I will be free after the final exam in a few days, we..."

"The basic design and decoration have been done. After the wooden door ordered in a few days, the floor will be laid. Is it okay to lay solid wood floors, or marble in the living room?"

"Both are fine? It depends on which one you like."

"Then it's all solid wood, I've already chosen it." Clock sat down, hooked his feet and moved the chair, "There is nothing to discuss about the previous decoration, so I made my own decisions. They are all hydroelectric, carpenter and mason workers. There are other basic tasks, I think you probably like tradition, so you will follow the traditional style first. Oh, the walls are painted white, if you want to change the style, we can also buy wallpaper."

Song Qiyou couldn't digest his words, and asked without thinking: "What else is there?"

"I can give you an exclusive customized atomic spectrum map, one atom per wall, which cute little ones are so lucky to be selected."

Awakened by this joke, Song Qiyou finally said "ah": "Have you been busy with renovations for the past two months?"

"I'm not very busy. I mainly do overall planning and supervision, and I don't do specific things."

Song Qiyou heard that he was downplaying, felt guilty for not being able to share, and felt distressed: "You have worked hard."

Clock flies a kiss: "Serve Teacher Song."

"So, do you want to buy furniture? Shall I go with you to buy furniture?"

"Okay." Clock finished drinking a bowl of soup, got up to fill the second bowl, and handed the second chicken leg to Song Qiyou, "It will take a while."

"Okay." Song Qiyou stared at the chicken leg which fell into his bowl, "Don't you want to eat one?"

Clock smiled ambiguously, and licked his chopsticks: "Ms. Song is working hard, so I should make up more."

Song Qiyou thought of the picture of the clock licking himself yesterday, and he couldn't say anything: "Today...just yesterday...do you want...today?"

"No way. Isn't Teacher Song going to release the final paper? I won't bother you. I'll go to the bar and go home by myself."

Song Qiyou poked the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks, hesitated and said, "I don't want to disturb you. You can sit by the side and play by yourself."

"Farewell, I just want to play with Teacher Song when I'm around Teacher Song."

Song Qiyou saw that he couldn't keep anyone, so he had to say, "Then I'll take you there."

"Farewell too. Teacher Song sent me there, and I wanted to send Teacher Song back again. I might as well do it once if I have this time." The clock began to collect the bowls and chopsticks, "I'll wash the dishes and leave."

The past few days were normal work, and when the clock arrived at Song Qiyou's house, Song Qiyou was going to school. Although Song Qiyou went home for lunch, the clock left early in the evening, and the two spent only two meals together.For several consecutive nights, when Song Qiyou kissed the clock goodbye in the corridor, he was always a little melancholy.

I won't come to school until I have nothing to do after the exam.On the day of the final exam, Song Qiyou stood on the podium and thought.

The students are used to stepping on the clock, the exam starts at 40 o'clock, and at 5:[-], there are only half of the people in the two examination rooms, but in the next [-] minutes, almost all the people are here.Song Qiyou and the teaching assistant said while dividing the test papers and draft paper:

"The seating chart is on the big screen. There are no people in the first row, and the seating method for each column is on the blackboard. After you find a seat, leave a pen, student ID card, etc., and the draft paper will be sent out. You don't need to keep it. All the things related to the exam are placed. The first row or the last row, otherwise it will be treated as cheating. If the mobile phone and other communication devices are turned off, if it rings during the test, it will be dealt with as cheating. Students who need to go to the bathroom should hurry up. In principle, they are not allowed to go to the bathroom during the test. .”

This is said in every exam, but it is actually not as strict as it seems.Song Qiyou has been teaching since he was a teaching assistant in his undergraduate course. During the invigilation, he encountered a person who went to the bathroom three times for an exam, a cell phone that kept ringing, and the strangest thing was that he met a boy who didn’t know how to hold a textbook mat. After answering the questions for most of the time, Song Qiyou asked what was on the pad before handing in the textbook in a panic, and said with a bitter face that he really didn't mean it.These students were not treated in any way.

At [-]:[-], Song Qiyou saw that there were not too many people missing, and he was about to curl up a little earlier. Just as he stepped off the podium, another person ran in outside, with a scarf covering half of his face, wearing an all-black down jacket, and a dark blue belt leaked out from under the down jacket. Floral skirt pleats, long leather boots "dang" on the concrete floor, and asked anxiously: "Teacher, I am not on the seating chart."

Covering his face and listening to the sound, Song Qiyou also knew that it was his clock, but the clock was still washing the noodle pot before he went out, so why did he come running suddenly.He gave the scratch paper to the teaching assistant and asked him to send it first, and asked, "Student, this is an exam for atomic physics class. Did you go right?"

"No, Teacher Song."

"Have you seen the other classroom?"

"Look, no."

The students who were waiting to be passed on to the draft paper watched the play one after another, Song Qiyou frowned and winked: What's wrong?

The clock is aggrieved: I'm here to find you.

Everyone has: Don't you want to ask for your name and student number?Why did you make eye contact?

Song Qiyou looked at him for half a minute, sighed and conceded, and handed him three pieces of draft paper: "Then you can take E12."

E12 is the last aisle. Clock trotted over, took off his gloves and breathed on his palms.

The test paper was divided before, and it will be gone before the clock. The boys in E11 enthusiastically raised their hands for the clock, "Teacher, there is one less test paper here."Song Qiyou walked over with the papers he had prepared, and the clock gave him a wink.

Boy at E11: What did I see?

Song Qiyou didn't know what the clock wanted to do. Although it would not disturb the order of the examination room, it was not good to play willfully like this.He reminded, "There are three pages in the test paper, please check if there are any missing pages or unclear printing", feeling a little helpless in his heart.

Reluctant to helpless, Song Qiyou couldn't help but stick his eyes to the clock.Clock frantically wrote for a while, looked up and saw Song Qiyou looking at him, pulled down the scarf a little to reveal his rosy lips, pursed slightly, and gave Song Qiyou a kiss from a distance.

He really came to play.Song Qiyou sighed insincerely.

Song Qiyou used to sit on the podium and do his own business, but this time the clock was below, and he was a little out of his mind when doing things, so he simply pretended to be patrolling and walked to the clock's side.The clock was happy, and stretched out a hand to hold Song Qiyou's hand behind his back, not to let him go.

Boy at E11: Why does Mr. Song keep standing behind me so nervous!

Song Qiyou also realized that this might affect the mentality of other students, so he broke off the clock one by one and wrapped his fingers around him.Clock didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and held hands for a while, very satisfied.

The time during the exam always passes quickly for candidates, and the clock also feels very fast. Two hours is not enough to watch Song Qiyou.The pointer pointed to eleven o'clock, and when the teaching assistant finished saying "examination time is up" and then said, "Everyone pass the test papers from back to front", Song Qiyou stopped him: "Let's take them separately, you take the ABC column, and I take the DE column. "

The papers are required to be spread evenly, with the names and student numbers up. E12 was the last one. Song Qiyou took the paper handed by the clock with both hands, and smiled helplessly when he saw that the whole side was blank.

Song Qiyou took a piece of draft paper and sandwiched it between the clock test paper and the E11 boy's test paper. When counting the test papers, he deliberately muttered "Why is there an extra copy", and suddenly realized "ah, this is a draft paper", and waited in front of everyone. After counting the faces of the students who left, the papers of the clock were separated out by themselves.

Another teaching assistant who invigilated the exam came with a large stack of papers. Song Qiyou discussed with them about changing the papers. After the discussion, they arrived at the parking lot, but they didn't see the familiar Volvo.He hurried home, and when he entered the door, he heard the clock in the kitchen, put down his bag and walked to him, and finally he was able to ask openly, "Why did you come to the examination room?"

The clock is cutting meat: "I don't go to the office to find you when you go to work, but you are invigilating, so many people can see you when they look up, why can't I be one of them?"

Song Qiyou was speechless.

Clock put down the knife, turned sideways and squinted at Song Qiyou: "But you seem a little unhappy?" Immediately, he put on an aggrieved tone, "Do you think I made trouble?"

"No...uh, I can't say it's making trouble, it's just..."

"'Just'?" Clockwork originally wanted to make braised pork, but now he changed his mind to make meatloaf soup, and prepared to chop the meat into pieces. "I used to leave early every night for your peace of mind. I can't go to see it today." A glimpse of the results of my sacrifice?"

Song Qiyou said awkwardly: "No..."

"Did you read my paper?"

"Not yet." Song Qiyou thought he had handed in a blank paper, but it didn't look like this, so he quickly said, "I'll go and see it now!"

Song Qiyou took out the paper from his bag. The front of the paper was indeed completely white, but there was a small paragraph written on the back of the first page:

"Song Qiyou is like a piece of positively charged bread, and the love of the negatively charged clock is evenly distributed on the bread like raisins. The clock is not provoking Song Qiyou, it is loving Song Qiyou."

The clock's characters are the same as his person's, they are beautiful and aggressive when unmodified, making the affection in the words appear aggressive.But Song Qiyou knew how soft these words were.

clock.

He dropped the paper and ran two steps away, then turned around to pick it up, hastily and carefully spread it on the coffee table, ran to the kitchen, and hugged the clock from behind: "I'm sorry."

The clock was shaken by him, and he put the knife on the chopping board farther away: "Don't say 'I'm sorry', say 'I love you'."

Song Qiyou's chest swelled: "Clock, come live with me. I will, no, I, I will hug you for a while and you will go buy a new wardrobe."

The clock froze for a moment, he didn't expect Song Qiyou to make this request again.Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Qiyou confirmed anxiously: "Are you okay?"

The line "It's not the time yet" from the black and white movies of the 50s rings in the clock's head with grandiose tones.He spent seven years waiting, one year preparing, and four months chasing. It was unreasonable for him to live together within ten days after chasing.

He dare not.

Clock gently broke away from Song Qiyou, turned around, and faced him face to face: "Is it so easy to be moved? You can play in the bar after get off work tomorrow. There will be a masquerade party tomorrow."

Song Qiyou was not prepared to go to work tomorrow at all.He looked at the clock to avoid the problem, drooped his head, like a big dog abandoned by its owner, and said lazily, "Okay."

The clock also patted his face like a big dog, turned around and continued to cut potatoes: "Will you give me a grade for my test paper?"

Song Qiyou thought for a while, and said firmly: "If you don't fight, you can't fight. No matter how many points you score, it won't be enough."

The cut potato slices were poured on the chopping board, and the clock stared at the blade and sighed, "Young man."

As if he himself was not six years younger than Song Qiyou.