Tick ​​tick

Clock stayed at Song Qiyou's house for one day, and the next day, regardless of Song Qiyou, he bought a wardrobe that looked cramped anywhere, and went back to his magnificent villa to embrace the large cloakroom.

At night without a clock, Song Qiyou could only throw himself into the embrace of physics to keep warm.

But after some days, the clock gradually accepted living at Song Qiyou's house for one day, or two days. When the "once in a century" snowfall started on the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month, the clock stared at the whiteness outside, and the mind was also white. Make a decision: I'll stay here for a while until the snow stops.

Song Qiyou grinned behind him.

Xue fairly eliminates the color of the world, and softly covers the shape of the world. Song Qiyou sits at the desk and reads, and Clock sits on the bed watching Xue in a daze.The clock looks exquisite, with white skin, and looks like a sculpture in human clothes. When Song Qiyou touches him, he has the illusion that he will fall on his back on the bed as a whole. He gets up and pours a cup of hot water, and passes it over: "Are you looking at the snow?" ?”

These words are like fairy wands enlivening the sculpture, and the clock is so smart that it can't be more smart. Smile: "Yes. I like snow very much. The small green vegetables after snow are very delicious."

Song Qiyou chuckled dotingly, watched him take a sip of hot water, and asked, "Do you want to go down for a walk?"

The trampled snow was very slippery, Song Qiyou held the umbrella with his left hand, and held the clock firmly with his right hand: "Be careful, you go where no one has gone before."

Clock tried hard, but found that he couldn't get rid of him at all, and smiled: "If we are holding each other like this, don't we have to fall one and have to fall together? It's too miserable."

Song Qiyou's answer was sonorous and forceful: "If you pull it well, you won't fall."

Every time Zhong Zhong listened to his serious talk, he felt happy, and pretended to be mysterious and said: "Don't you know that the best way to get close to the snow is to fall into the snow? The snow is so gentle, it gives you a shape It will make you feel warm."

"I feel warm because my body is stressing from being too cold."

"Tsk, why are you so boring." The clock was not annoyed when it was exposed, and continued to talk nonsense, "Look how much Xue likes you, and has been pounced on you, their emotions are so passionate, don't you suspect that they are 'wanting to hide'? "

Song Qiyou believed in Xue, but he doubted Clock.He stopped, turned to the clock and asked uncertainly, "Did you mean something?"

A few trembling birds passed by them like beginners in ice skating. Song Qiyou didn't wait for the clock's answer, but waited for the clock's kiss.

If there is no wind, the snow will be smooth, and you should no longer hold an umbrella in your hand, but you should hug a boy.

They bought small green vegetables at a nearby supermarket and went home. Song Qiyou washed the clock and cut them, and there was an extra vegetable in the evening.After the meal, Song Qiyou lost again in rock-paper-scissors, and the clock happily went to wash the dishes. He sat on the sofa thinking about tomorrow's tactics when his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hello...Mom?"

When Song's father was in poor health two years ago, Song Qiyou had to call home almost every day, and would make a special trip home every now and then.Over the past year or so, his father's condition has improved, and he has gradually become busy again, so he has lost a lot of contact with his family.At this moment, the clock was washing dishes in the kitchen, and he suddenly received a call, and he felt a little guilty unconsciously.

However, mother Song didn't plan to talk more about Song Qiyou's daily life. As a professor, she always acted vigorously, so she called to discuss something with her son.

"What? You and Dad are going to France to make a report? Does Dad's health allow it...OK, it's okay, I'm such an old person...OK, you can go to your business...Goodbye..."

Song Qiyou hung up the phone and walked to the kitchen. The clock cleared the bowl and asked, "Did you have a call just now? I didn't dare to say anything."

Song Qiyou smiled when he heard his deliberately cautious tone: "Did you want to say anything?"

"Sing!" Accompanied by the sound of water, the clock cleared its throat and began to sing, "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! Bazaar!"

Song Qiyou smiled again, and said: "My mother's phone call said that she and my dad will go to France to give a report during the Chinese New Year. I will stay in S City this year to celebrate the Chinese New Year."

The clock frowned when he heard it, and felt that his teacher Song really lacked an emotional receiver: "Mr. Song, do you have such a long reflex arc? Are you still smiling so happily?"

"You just sang the New Year's song, I think it fits well."

"How about I celebrate the New Year with you this year?"

"No, no, no." Song Qiyou realized that the clock attached great importance to this matter, and hurriedly said, "It's just celebrating the New Year alone, it's nothing. We have so much time to meet in the first month of the month."

"Or you come to our house for the New Year."

Back to the man's house for the New Year?

Song Qiyou went to Shi's home eight years ago and met Shi Shi's parents. His impression was that they were very kind elders, and he was in S City, so it was inevitable that he would not hear news about Shi's. praise.So when Song Qiyou heard that Shi's parents knew that he had abducted their youngest son, Song Qiyou was not that scared, but when he thought of Shi Yusu who had warned him repeatedly before, he was a little worried.

"Does Yu Su know we're together?"

"He knows. Oh, he may not know that you will really agree to me." Zhong Zhong couldn't relax his brows, "But does it matter if he knows? It doesn't matter if anyone knows, anyone's opinion has no reference value .”

"No. It's just that Yu Su and I have been friends for 11 years, and you are his younger brother. Should we tell him?"

"What about 11 years... If you want to talk about it, you can say it." The clock inserted the four chopsticks that had shaken the water into the chopstick holder, and the voice was not very happy, "Anyway, for the Chinese New Year, either I come to celebrate the New Year with you, or you come Our family celebrates the New Year, if you don’t choose, I won’t wear clothes at home.”

All right.Then I can only choose... to go to Zhong Zhong's house for the New Year.

Song Qiyou bought some meeting gifts and went to Shi's house on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.Clock was wearing home clothes and a down vest casually, leaning against the door and waiting for him, seeing his car from a distance, bouncing around while waving.

"Why did you come here? You still bought something?" Clock muttered as he flipped through the presents brought by Song Qiyou, "Is there no money in the bank card?"

After entering the gate of Shi's house, Song Qiyou became a little nervous, and gently pushed the clock in: "How long have you been waiting? Go in, it's so cold outside."

Shi's mother came up to greet her first, and greeted her cordially: "Xiaoyou is here? Come on, come in quickly." After taking Song Qiyou's things, she also said, "Why did you bring something? Zhong Zhong is not sensible, either. I don’t know to tell you not to buy it.”

The clock didn't answer the call, and while fetching slippers for Song Qiyou, he thought, if I knew that he would have to earn such a small salary and buy such expensive things, I would definitely not let him buy them.

Shi's father and Shi Yusu were sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Song Qiyou stepped forward to say hello.Shi's father's expression was okay, and Shi Yusu's eyes were... elusive.

Too bad, beating is kissing and scolding is love, Shi Yusu won't have a crush on his younger brother, right?

Song Qiyou sat down on the sofa on the other side, and the clock sat next to him. At that time, his mother brought some fruits and said, "Eat some first, the New Year's Eve dinner will take a while."

Song Qiyou thanked him repeatedly, Shimu looked at him with a smile and said, "The last time I saw Xiaoyou was eight years ago, and Xiaoyou came to find Yu Yu..."

Shi Yusu interrupted: "My old lady, please stop calling me Yu Yu."

Shi's mother took a look at him: "You are not as gentle as Zhong Zhong." She looked at Song Qiyou again: "At that time, I was still a child, but now I am an associate professor at S University, right?"

Song Qiyou said "yes".Shi Yusu replied dissatisfied: "At that time, you were not a child. You are old, and everyone is young."

It's true that every family gets along differently.In Song Qiyou's family, Song's father, Song's mother, and the three of them hardly expressed intimacy in a joking way. The communication was as formal as a formal meeting, and the words were also very polite.Shi's mother now recalls Shi Yusu in college, Shi Yusu "choked" her every sentence, and Shi's father occasionally said something, which sounded fresh to him.

But something seems to be missing.When Song Qiyou felt that the clock was getting closer to him, he thought that there was no clock in the conversation.Feeling a little awkward thinking about it, he interjected at an interval: "The clock is about the same size as we were then."

The living room was suddenly quiet.

Song Qiyou was dumbfounded: Did I say anything wrong?Why is everyone looking at me?

It was the laughter of the clock that broke the strange silence, and he laughed lightly and happily.Shi's mother also laughed twice, and said to Shi Yusu following Song Qiyou's words: "Yes, it's Zhong Zhong's age. Zhong Zhong started preparing the bar a year ago. Look, when you are about to graduate, you will be playing the bar." If you lose in basketball, you have to sulk at home all day.”

Shi Yusu said, "Your memory is really bad. I said eight hundred times that it's not because you lost in basketball and you're not angry at home." He gave Song Qiyou a playful look.

Shi Mu then assigned some topics to Song Qiyou, asking him about his life over the years and his plans for the future, and Song Qiyou answered each one seriously.When it was time to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone got up and went to the dining table. Clock finally said a word to Song Qiyou: "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Shi Yusu was the first to stop him: "Aren't you in good shape? What should you change?"

Shimu came to her senses and said, "It doesn't have to be so formal for a family to eat home-cooked meals. Isn't it Xiaoyou?"

Song Qiyou originally thought that everything would be fine, but when he was named, he had to hold the forearm of the clock and said, "Don't bother, it's fine like this."

The clock looked them over, and finally fell on Song Qiyou's face, knocked off his hand, and went upstairs.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and Shi's mother quickly adjusted, and began to ask Song Qiyou's parents what happened again, like asking an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.Until there was another sound on the stairs, everyone saw a well-decorated clock.

Wearing red lips, wearing a red cheongsam, and stepping on red embroidered shoes.

Shi Mu's heart throbbed suddenly, and she forced a smile: "Zhong Zhong is wearing the wrong clothes, go and change for dinner."

The clock ignored him, walked lightly to Song Qiyou, stared at him with burning eyes: "Do I look good?"

Shimu raised her voice and called out her full name: "Clock!"

Song Qiyou heard that Shi's mother didn't want Clock to dress up like this, at least not at the moment, and felt that Clock must know, but he still did it on purpose.He understands the former but doesn't understand the latter, but the most urgent thing is not to cause quarrels on New Year's Eve, so he can only persuade the clock like a child doing homework: "Come change your old clothes and come to eat New Year's Eve dinner?"

Not following the clock, she asked stubbornly, "Do I look good?"

With a "bang", Shi's father threw the bowl when he was in the shopping mall, and said sharply: "What kind of decent! Today is not the end of this year!" After speaking, he strode upstairs and entered the room.

Shi Mu's gaze was no longer gentle and loving, but only sad, she sighed, and followed her upstairs.

If I don't come to the clock, I won't be stubborn to wear a skirt.Song Qiyou blamed himself and said to Shi Yusu who was sitting at the table with arms crossed, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

Shi Yusu didn't respond, as if he didn't accept his apology.

Song Qiyou bit the bullet and asked, "Shall I take the clock back to my place?"

When Yusu wanted to say "Get out", he made a mouth shape and thought it was unnecessary, so he waved his hand without looking at them: "Let's go."

Song Qiyou said "sorry" again, facing the clock and took his hand: "Let's go home."

The house Song Qiyou rented was not shabby, but compared with Shi's house, it seemed pitifully small.Song Qiyou flipped through the refrigerator and asked, "Are you eating dumplings, or am I cooking now? There are still some dishes, including meat, fish, cabbage, tomatoes..."

"Why don't you answer me 'do I look good'?"

After a pause, Song Qiyou poked his face out from behind the refrigerator door: "Is it too late to answer now?" Then he walked to the clock: "You are very beautiful."

"Why didn't you say that just now? Why did you bother with them?" Clock seemed to be just wanting to vent, not sincerely asking for an answer. Before Song Qiyou could answer, he turned and walked towards the bedroom, "Bring me a set of your pajamas, I want to rest gone."

Song Qiyou took the initiative to answer.He handed over the pajamas that the clock refused to wear before, and persuaded: "Clock, there are some words that need to look at the time and occasion. And they are elders, and they should be respected."

Clock sat under the quilt, like someone who has been ill for a long time, and said in a sleepy tone, "You also teach me with them."

"I just want to protect you." Song Qiyou paused, "It may be counterproductive, I'm sorry."

Of course it shouldn't be Song Qiyou who apologized.Zhong Zhong knew that he wanted to calm things down, so that he would not suffer more dissatisfaction and slander from his elders, but he was the one who tore up the happy reunion."Did I embarrass you?" he asked.

Song Qiyou stroked his hair: "No."

Zhong Zhong had a sore nose and said, "Let's eat dumplings."

The dumplings were tumbling in the pot, Song Qiyou stood aside and thought, the relationship between Clock and his relatives seems not to be good.Two-way is not so good.

He always thought that Zhong Zhong's persistent pursuit of himself was because he possessed everything perfectly, such as a superior family background, a beautiful education, and a perfect career, and only one person loved him.

When Song Qiyou walked into the bedroom, the clock was sitting with eyes closed. Hearing Song Qiyou's footsteps, he opened his eyes and asked firmly: "Song Qiyou, I want to have sex."

Song Qiyou was sitting on the edge of the bed with dumplings, coaxing him: "Eat first, and then we'll talk after eating, okay?"

"No, I just want to have sex, not eat. Teacher Song, I want to kiss you."

Clock approached Song Qiyou and kissed him a few times, but when he found that Song Qiyou didn't respond, he withdrew in shame.

"Clock, eat something first, and take a good rest after eating." Song Qiyou was full of thoughts, seeing him lying down and turning his back, not looking at himself, sighed, "I want to kiss you, I want to make love, how do you want me to kiss you?" You can do it for as long as you want, but I want you to feel good, so not now. You need to rest now."

The clock didn't answer, Song Qiyou took a step back and said, "If you don't want to eat, go to sleep for a while. I'll be here with you."

The clock has not moved for a long time, like a baby in a mother's womb.Song Qiyou waited for a while, got up and took a mouthful of untouched dumplings to the kitchen and put them next to the microwave oven, ready to heat them up for him to eat when he woke up.

He turned back and closed the bedroom door, then went to the balcony and dialed Shi Yusu's number.

The author has something to say: This section is a bit out of shape, try to write the next section well... QAQ

By the way, there will be changes that can be called progress for both of you, rest assured (no one is panicking!

By the way, the weekend is off, see you next Monday =v=(Happy!