Tick ​​tick

Song Qiyou’s last and only time to participate in this kind of event was when he was about to release Christmasholiday in the fifth year of Ph. D., because he was about to graduate and did not stay in school for Ph. D., a few good friends dragged him to the bar in the school, and he did not refuse , and ended up getting drunk without drinking much.

The clock said it was a masquerade, but Song Qiyou was the boyfriend of the bar owner and enjoyed the privilege of not dressing up.Song Qiyou felt that if everyone dressed up in strange clothes, it would be weird for him to wear regular clothes. The clock said that being weird didn't achieve the effect. Song Qiyou thought for a long time that there was nothing wrong with it.Clock laughed for a while, took a mask from his bag and gave it to him, and said, I'm really not used to wearing this when the time comes.

Song Qiyou went straight to the bar after getting off work according to the clock, and saw it was dark inside at the door, and the only light was pink, twinkling.He put on the mask, thinking that the clock would rush over as soon as he entered, but before the clock appeared after the last sentence "I'm trapped up inaclub", the band started singing "Sorry Ididn't kiss you" again.

He wandered around and still didn't see the clock, but saw all kinds of ingenious costumes, some of which were quite bluffing, as if today was Halloween.When he was about to take another turn, a girl ran up to him, with lace eyes, complicated bowknots on her chest and waist, retro patterns painted on her skirt, a fluffy skirt in one hand, and a rust red branch in the other. fake roses.

Song Qiyou didn't understand that this was a Lolita style, and he was always afraid that this little princess-like girl would run away, so after a few more glances, he felt familiar.I don't know if the girl sensed his gaze, ran up to him, and invited him with a bell-like voice: "Sir, do you want to dance?"

Song Qiyou looked down and asked hesitantly, "Clock?"

"Huh?" The girl didn't seem to understand, the corners of her mouth were curled up, her hands were behind her back, and the rose fell at knee height, "It's just after seven o'clock. If the husband wants to know if I've changed from Cinderella, you have to accompany me until zero o'clock. "

"Clock, have we seen it in M ​​University?"

"Sorry, I don't seem to understand what Mr. said." The girl said in a regretful tone, and took a step back to leave.

Song Qiyou took off the mask, and grabbed the girl with his hands: "I've already recognized it."

"What. Where did I show my secrets?" Zhong Zhong finally gave up struggling and tore off the lace blindfold. His upper body leaned closer to Song Qiyou and kissed him briefly, "I'll give you a piece of candy."

Song Qiyou's mouth was full of sweetness, and he asked vaguely: "Have we met before? In the bar before the Christmas holiday?"

"I sprayed on a voice-changing spray, changed my tone, covered my eyes, added sugar to adjust the shape of the lower half of my face, and put the back of my hands behind my back, and I couldn't see my figure through the clothes. I even wore a bra to make my chest look bigger." The clock exaggeratedly compared his hands to his chest, "How did you recognize me?"

"Height and what you say. You don't wear shoes with heels, and there are not many girls who are this tall; although the tone has changed, there are not many people who can say such words. There are also small movements, the flowers are turning around, and when you get nervous The fingers just keep moving."

"Yes."

"what?"

Song Qiyou thought it would take a while before he was willing to speak, but he didn't expect him to admit it so simply, and couldn't continue for a while.Clock, on the other hand, looked very frustrated: "Aren't there many people who talk like this? When did I move my fingers when I was nervous?"

When Song Qiyou didn't know how to explain it, the clock changed his smug expression again, hiding his joy carefully, and asked, "You really still remember? Did you remember this dress?"

The time went back to the bar party that Song Qiyou attended three years ago. Song Qiyou's friends didn't care about him after they took him away, and they all went to hook up with beautiful ladies. The one with a glass of red wine in his hand leaned on the wall with one hand and hooked his mouth. Smiling evilly, they held slender hands in circles on the dance floor, leaving Song Qiyou alone in the corner as a wallflower.

Like all clichéd love stories, a wallflower girl wearing a mask sat next to the wallflower boy, and said cautiously: "Hello? I see you sitting here alone, and I would like to ask, do you Don't you like this occasion?"

It's not uncommon to strike up a conversation in this kind of social occasion. Song Qiyou smiled awkwardly: "It's not that I don't like it, but I just can't fit in."

"Okay. Then why did you come?"

"A friend invited me, I can't refuse."

The girl quickly answered, "It's the same reason."

Song Qiyou still remembered the "either" she said, and guessed that she thought of herself as someone who was incompatible with this bar.It is always good to find someone of the same kind in such a lively place, and he quickly accepted this girl as a silent existence beside him.

It’s just that there are always boys who come to invite girls to dance—although half of their faces are covered, the girl’s dress is still very beautiful at first glance. Occasionally, girls come to invite Asian guys who look a little dull, and both of them politely decline.

Some boys are very patient and ask "Can I sit next to you?" Girls use Song Qiyou as a shield and say "Sorry, I only dance with my partner tonight"; some girls are also very enthusiastic and ask "Can I ask you?" What is your contact information?" The girl answered Song Qiyou over the line, "Sorry, he is very introverted."

Ordinary people would probably mind, but Song Qiyou's brain circuit is unusual, he doesn't know how to deal with these social matters, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with the girl's behavior, and he thinks she is kind.But he couldn't quite understand why things turned into dancing with a girl later on.

"Just one dance. Let's go out for air after the dance, shall we?"

What was playing was a waltz, and Song Qiyou waved his hands again and again: "I can't dance."

"It's okay. You just need to be able to spin around, and..."

The girl ordered two glasses of wine, raised her head and drank one, and handed it to Song Qiyou.Song Qiyou was embarrassed not to drink, and heard her finish the long "and": "Hold me tight."

Cultural differences are really huge.Song Qiyou looked at the girl's small half face, and thought she was Caucasian with emotion.

The atmosphere on the dance floor is very lively, with high-pitched conversation and giggles in your ears.Song Qiyou was a little dizzy and stepped on the girl's feet many times, "Sorry" and "Oops" never broke.Fortunately, the girl didn't mind very much, and took him spinning to the edge of the dance floor, saying "thanks to my boots" while laughing and covering her stomach.

Song Qiyou was so sorry that he concealed his embarrassment and asked, "What's next?"

The girl said, "Go out and get some air?"

The holiday is approaching, and there is almost no one on campus. The girl skimmed through the darkness everywhere, and chanted a poem: "If you miss your homeland, do you want to return home in my tears? I will tirelessly row a boat for you ..."

As the aftertaste of the wine picked up, Song Qiyou started to have a headache, and his consciousness was not clear enough, so he had no time to ask politely about the source of the poem, or to distinguish the emotion in the girl's voice.He walked two steps faster to follow: "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable. Shall we go back?"

Regarding this time, if the clock hadn't deliberately reminded him of the social interaction that he probably would never have remembered, Song Qiyou's last memory was that he failed to return to the bar soberly that night. Early the next morning, he was lying on his bed When he woke up, his roommate jokingly asked him, "Dude, yes. Who is that pretty girl who brought you back yesterday?"

"So it's really you?" Song Qiyou asked incredulously in the clock's bar.

"It's me. This is the dress I wore that day."

"Aren't you being called by a friend and not interested, you are just for... me?"

"Yes." Clock played with the lace around his fingers, "Will you be angry? I lied to you, and I haven't told you yet."

Song Qiyou is not angry, he is just too unexpected, how many things the clock has done centered on him in those years when he did not participate.

"Clock, how many things do I not know?"

"Don't you have a trustworthy answer to this kind of question before you ask it? If I say 'a lot' or 'nothing', can it affect your cognition?"

Song Qiyou lowered his head, he was really not sure if he could believe "no" if the clock said "no".He quickly thought about what happened two years ago again, and said, "Two years ago you were wearing boots."

The clock burst into a surprised and unwilling smile: "I won't let you step on my feet today." He took off his small leather shoes, stepped forward and stepped on Song Qiyou's instep, "You take me to dance."

It's really embarrassing for Song Qiyou.He created a set of "half-circle front, left, right and back" steps out of thin air, with the determination to "forget about the bar with the clock anyway", and he is unique on the dance floor.The hem of the skirt and the suit pants were squeezed, and the clock was lying on his shoulder and laughing non-stop, as if returning to the winter three years ago.

Before the clock finished laughing when he got home, Song Qiyou threw him on the bed and pushed him up: "Why did you choose to tell me today?"

The clock was adjusted to a comfortable lying position: "You were so moved when I wrote a paragraph yesterday. I want to see how you will react when I tell you this."

"Aren't you still worried that I'm angry?"

"High returns inevitably come with high risks." Zhong Zhong put on a serious face for a while, then couldn't help laughing, and then confessed, "I mainly think it's hard to hide this thing, who knows if you will taste it by chance? Madeleine. When you come to question me at that time, it will be different from the nature of me telling you now, isn't it? I don't want to take risks."

There is no difference in nature, or even any specific nature.Song Qiyou pushed aside a lock of short hair covering the corner of his eyes, and asked, "If you can hide it, you won't tell me, will you?"

The clock should be happy: "Yeah!"

There is really nothing to do with him.Song Qiyou covered the clock's right hand with his left hand, closed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss the clock, still unwilling to do so.

Clock bends his eyes to accept this gentle kiss, thinking, of course I won’t say anything if I can. For example, how could I tell you that after you were drunk, I dragged you to the nearby mistletoe and stole a kiss from you.

It's not appropriate for me to let you know that I dragged you on the ground for some distance.

At the end of the wet kiss, both of them reacted.Clock put his knee on the bulge of Song Qiyou's suit pants and drew a circle: "Teacher Song, change your speaking style, and don't keep calling my name later."

Song Qiyou's eyes and consciousness were a little confused: "Then what are you calling?"

Clock wrapped his earlobe and mumbled three words.

Song Qiyou's mind was buzzing, and he hesitated and refused: "This...how can I tell..."

"Try it."

"Small... no."

Clock bit his lower lip, looking at him expectantly.

"Little... bastard. No, I really can't tell."

Song Qiyou buried his head in the pillow, and the clock was in his ear. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years: "Mr. Song also said that there are not many people who talk like me. I think there are not many people who talk like Mr. Song. I really should buy one." A box of 'Five Good Youth' certificates, and send one to Mr. Song every day."

"You've been tearing the sheets with your hands."

"what?"

"Since we just kissed, your right hand has been pulling the bed sheet." Song Qiyou raised his head to look at the clock, and the voice suddenly lit up, "'Your fingers will move around when you are nervous.'"

Zhong Zhong didn't expect Song Qiyou to fight back, so he was ashamed and annoyed, and forced Fan Er: "Who is tearing the sheets? Who is nervous? I can do it again with six, seven, and 42 styles, and I can do it again with seven, seven, and 49 styles without repeating the same pattern. Yes, nervous?"

They all have multiplication formulas on their backs, and they still look at the world with distasteful eyes, so cute, isn't it?Song Qiyou likes to look at this kind of clock, this kind of clock makes him look like 23 years old.

Zhong Zhong was kissed tenderly by Song Qiyou again, inexplicably feeling that he was underestimated, and unconvinced, he took off his clothes: "Just talk and don't practice fake moves. Stop kissing, do it."

The lights in the bar flickered before, but Song Qiyou didn't notice that the clock wore a golden chain on his left ankle and a flower on his right ankle.At this moment, the white ankles are on his shoulders, the chains are jingling, and the flowers are fragrant.

Song Qiyou rubbed the clock's instep with his hands, his obsessive eyes frantically clocked from calf to thigh, thinking like a scumbag, clock opened his legs, how could I bear it?

It's just that the clock is still tearing the sheets all the way, and I don't know if Song Qiyou can say those three words when he thinks "How can the clock's legs be opened like this", if not, the two of them will be half the same.

The six-seven-forty-two form is also impossible, and one seven makes seven. After two rounds, the clock is dead ahead of Song Qiyou.The only progress is the development of a new way to wash your hair if you are not sure about it, but the result is that you are not sure about it.Clock lying on the bed, Song Qiyou blew his head repentantly, opportunistically suggested: "Don't go back today?"

Clock was so tired that he hummed without opening his mouth:

"Ah."

The author has something to say: "The fragrance of flowers makes people want to break Zen."