Tick ​​tick

"Is this bed too small?" "Is this bed too big?"

The two spoke in unison.Song Qiyou added a note blankly: "This is enough for three people to sleep."

Clock looked at other bed types, and asked casually, "Teacher Song still wants to sleep with three?"

How does this make sense of the past?Song Qiyou quickly explained: "I just think it's too big, and it will look empty when the two of us sleep."

"It's okay." Clock looked at a larger one, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's easier to make it bigger."

The shopping guide stood by with a professional expression of "I don't understand anything, you choose slowly", Song Qiyou walked to the clock in embarrassment, walked past and didn't know what to do, so he just squeezed his palm.

Clock looked up and smiled: "That's it, I like it very much. Let's go and see the bed sheet and quilt cover."

"What about the guest bedroom? Don't you buy a bed for the guest bedroom?"

"Where is the guest bedroom?"

"Aren't we four rooms?"

"That's right, the bedroom, your study, my cloakroom—the original cloakroom is too small—there's another one that's empty for now, and I'll talk about other uses later." Clockwork frowned, "No guest bedroom, no guests, There are guests who ask them to stay in a hotel, so they can't disturb our nightlife."

Well, anyway, my parents should not want to see me and the clock again in the short term, and my father and mother won't stay overnight, so other friends don't matter.Song Qiyou reached out and smoothed the clock's eyebrows: "Okay."

Eyebrows widened and he smiled, and the clock stepped forward a few steps "tap-tat", turned half a circle, turned around and looked at Song Qiyou and asked, "What color bed sheet and quilt cover do you want? Ordinary ones? White?"

"White is fine."

"Then this kind of white with a bit of gray. Every time you change it, you should fix it so that you don't have to choose again."

Clock looked at the bedside table enthusiastically again, much more active than when he was just picking out the decorations in the bookstore.When picking out the decorations, he just casually waved an area with his small hand to ask people to calculate the price and send them as soon as possible, then he excitedly pulled Song Qiyou to choose the furniture.

"Should I put a lamp on the bedside table or install a special bedside lamp? The lamp is still necessary, and I would like to watch you do it..."

"Let's put on a light." Song Qiyou interrupted hastily, "Let's put on a light."

The clock deliberately teased: "Mr. Song, is there a generation gap in our understanding of things? If furniture doesn't serve your dream, what is the difference between it and wood and plastic?" Walking to the sofa area, he said, " 'Mmmmmmm' is muted."

Looking at the clocks circling around the sofas, Song Qiyou suddenly thought from this joke, if he wanted to summarize the clocks, what word should he use?The clock is pretentious and treacherous, but extremely real, fragile and helpless, but does not give up hope, paranoid and self-willed, but also full of tenderness and love - the adjectives came in a team, and after seeing him, they chatted for a while, saying "I can't do it" ""I can not".

If I have to say it, Song Qiyou thinks the clock is the little prince, not only the little prince who wants a lamb that doesn’t eat much grass, the little prince who can watch the sunset many times, the little prince who loves a rose, or After fading these, he is the unique little prince.

"Ms. Song, I want to buy this kind of spherical sofa." Clock said, staring at a fluffy ball.

"Ah?" Song Qiyou came back to his senses, "Yes. There are two living rooms, one with this kind of sofa and the other with a normal long sofa, okay?"

The clock didn't notice his desertion, and continued: "Put a long bar in the big living room, and put a few more balls in the small living room. Let's make the small living room a game hall. You worked overtime a few days ago, and some college students came to the bar to tease you." Chatted about Nintendo all night, and I really want to play games."

Song Qiyou didn't expect that the clock would listen to those people chatting, and said: "Okay." Remembering what he had been thinking just now, he asked: "Do you want to buy a swing?"

He originally intended that this naive decoration would match the style of the clock, but the clock seemed to be skewed far, far away, squinting his eyes maliciously: "Mr. Song, you bridge the generation gap very quickly."

Song Qiyou didn't understand why he laughed dryly, and quickly changed the subject: "I haven't started picking tables and chairs, have I? There are quite a lot of tables over there, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Don't worry, it will take a long time to choose the table and chairs."

"Huh? Why?"

"The chair depends on the shape and the height of the back of the chair. You can't buy more fabrics, which are easy to get dirty; the table depends on the height, size, firmness, and whether it will be uncomfortable to lie on it..."

eh eh?

"Ah, after thinking about it, I still need to buy a few rugs, the thick ones, so that I can lie on them in winter. I also need to buy a few blankets specially placed on the bay window, our bay window is so big..."

eh eh?

The main furniture was bought in a chaotic "eh", and the rest were small items that were missing in daily life.Song Qiyou couldn't avoid a burst of heartache when swiping the card, but it was very happy to think about decorating their new home with the clock.

It is with the clock, the new heaven and new earth.

Some of the furniture is custom-made, and it will take some time before it is delivered and then installed at home. During this time, Clock's bookstore opened first.Because the decoration is very small and fresh, and the gimmicks are full of gimmicks, it is almost full of people a few days before the opening, but most of them are visiting nature, and they just come here to see what books are on sale.After that, the number of people gradually decreased, and the proportion of people who read books increased, but there were still not many people who bought books. There were only a few times when someone bought a lot of books related to a certain major at one time, and finally contributed some books.

But the clock doesn't care about these things, the corner of the rest area on the second floor is his exclusive reading area, and a small window is specially opened so that the sun can shine in at noon.Once he curled up on the couch, the outside world didn't reconnect with him until he got home at night.

The wind chime at the door of the bookstore rang for a while, and Song Qiyou took a little time to look at the clock.The newly recruited cashier didn't know him yet. Seeing him walking to the rest area on the second floor, he softly called the clerk who was arranging books, and frowned and said, "That person went to the rest area without spending anything. Do you want to tell him?" One sound?"

The clerk glanced at the second floor, just in time to see Song Qiyou's side face, and burst out laughing: "That's our boss' boyfriend~"

Unfortunately, the sun was too warm, the clock was falling asleep, the book was resting on his face, and he didn't know that someone was coming.Song Qiyou gently dragged a chair to sit beside him, picked up a book and looked at him for a while.The clock didn't wake up, and after 10 minutes, he gently dragged the chair back to the original place and left.

When she was about to leave the shop, the little girl at the cashier said "Welcome again next time" very warmly, which made Song Qiyou feel embarrassed to leave. He paused and asked, "Do you know what song is playing now?"

"Sorry. The boss of our bookstore picks the songs himself. I don't know which ones he picked today." The little girl looked embarrassed, and after listening carefully for a while, she said, "But this song seems to be played every day. It doesn't seem to be English song?"

It's in Russian, but I don't know which song it is.Song Qiyou smiled: "Okay, thank you. Goodbye."

The furniture moved into the new home one after another, but the clock found that something was wrong with Song Qiyou recently, mainly because Song Qiyou frequently met with one of his good friends Sheng Zhiwu, and he still felt guilty every time he talked about it, and he always stared at himself when he was at home.The clock controls his desire for monopoly and ignores the former. As for always looking at himself, it is probably because he is too good-looking.

Unable to withstand the enthusiasm of early summer, Chun took a step back, and the girls' calves were all exposed.Song Qiyou and Zhongzhong chose to move into their new house on a sunny afternoon. When Zhongzhong changed his shoes at the entrance and was about to go in, Song Qiyou stopped him.

"Why... eh..."

Song Qiyou put the bag in his hand next to the shoe cabinet, picked up the clock horizontally, his ears turned red suspiciously: "This is the first time I will carry you in."

"Ms. Song," the clock reacted, and wrapped his arms around Song Qiyou's neck in a coordinated manner, overjoyed, "Has Mr. Song secretly worked out recently? 'Hold it in for the first time', hahahahahaha..."

Every time he was ridiculed by his boyfriend who was six years younger than him, Song Qiyou felt a little wronged: "Don't you want to be hugged by a princess?"

"Hahahaha yes yes." Clock laughed for a long time before stopping, kissing Song Qiyou on the cheek, "Ms. Song, you are so cute."

"There is also a small gift." The lovely Song Qiyou put him lightly on the sofa, went back to the entrance and took out a few pieces of drawing paper and a box of paintbrushes from the bag, "I asked Sheng Zhiwu to teach me some basic painting."

"Huh?" Clock asked while watching him posing for a painting, "Isn't Sheng Zhiwu an environmental engineer?"

"Yes, but he has learned to draw since he was a child."

Song Qiyou said that he had already started painting, it was a portrait.The contours of the face are strange, the hair is messy, is the nose shaped like this, and the mouth is a bit big, but the eyebrows and eyes are unexpectedly vivid.With those almond eyes, the clock saw that he was drawing himself.

Song Qiyou continued to draw. He tried his best to make the lines appear smooth, the proportions were not abnormal, and the movements of the hands were not too rigid. When he finally put down the brush, the clock saw that he had drawn himself wearing a skirt and lifting the hem of the skirt.

Sweat dripped from the nostrils, and Song Qiyou solemnly held the painting in both hands and handed it to the clock: "Although it's not pretty, but...it's for you."

He took the clock and looked at it for a long time, so long that Song Qiyou thought he was too ugly and wanted to throw it away, but he was embarrassed to say, but then he picked up the pen that Song Qiyou had just used, and continued to draw beside his portrait.

He sketched Song Qiyou in casual clothes, holding the corner of his clothes with one hand, drawing an electronic cloud map on the corner of his clothes, holding him with one hand, and then drew a solar system with a few strokes in the upper right blank space, with the halo of Saturn And the asteroid belt, and added a little starlight around it, and the whole picture lit up.

Song Qiyou was shocked: "You draw well."

Clock held up a pen and smiled: "Is this the point?"

Song Qiyou didn't know what the point was. He was a little disappointed that the gift he had prepared for so long probably wouldn't be able to enter the clock's eyes: "If I knew it earlier, I would have prepared other gifts."

Clock put his arms around his waist and leaned into his arms: "Farewell, Mr. Song, I like it very much, I like it very much, I am very happy."

"really?"

"Really. It's not about what the gift is, it's about how long you've been preparing for it." The clock laughed as he said, "It's just that the first hour of our new house was spent on painting."

Song Qiyou cheered up, and smiled with the hand holding the clock: "I think it's good."

Well, it's very good.

In the vast universe, a man who is dedicated to scientific research and a boy who likes to wear skirts are holding hands and falling in love.

The author has something to say: The main text is over~ (I really love Huahuashou orz) The serialized TXT version of the main text has been posted on Weibo, and the little angels who want it can pick it up by themselves.Weibo ID: @xiasuzhi.

There are also two extra episodes, a scene where Zhong first meets Song Ki-woo, and a story where Zhong later makes a (marvelous) friend.But I don’t have time to write recently, it will take some time quq (I must finish writing before January 1th)

Although there are two extra episodes, the extra episodes do not constitute an aid to the understanding of the text & I really want to express my feelings, so I still write this "write after the end of the main text" QAQ

This is a very willful article, all kinds of questions that are eager to write are mixed together. In the end, the writing is not very good. I originally wanted to write it as □□(?, but it also evolved into a large-scale "what-why-how" On the scene of answering questions, there are other blabla basic questions including language sense and language use... In short, there are a lot of questions (:3_ヽ)_

So what I want to express is to thank all the little angels who read, collected, and commented. I really appreciate it. Thank you for your company and encouragement. Many times when I doubt myself, I can think of your existence and feel, "I still have to continue. Try to write down."The road of writing is long and lonely, and you make me see joy.kisses.