he has a clean freak

Liang Songying was revising "Faults" in the piano room, when she suddenly heard loud noises coming from the direction of the study room, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

He put down the sheet music, opened the door and went out. There was no sign of Yan Wangxiao in the living room, bedroom, or bathroom. There was an open express package scattered beside the sofa in the living room.He picked it up and looked at it. The recipient Yan Wangxiao was written on it, but the sender's information was blank.He stared at the thin file bag for a while, thinking wildly, then shook his head and put it down.

He grabbed the doorknob of the study room, but couldn't open it, and it was locked by Yan Wangxiao.He had no choice but to knock on the door, "Wang Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

There was a rustling sound inside, followed by footsteps.

Yan Wangxiao opened the door with a gloomy face and cold eyes.Liang Songying hadn't seen him with such a cold expression for a long time, so she asked in a soft voice, "What happened?" When Yan Wangxiao saw him, instead of softening his expression, he seemed to be restraining himself from becoming more ferocious, and slammed the door against the wall with a "bang" Then, turn around and go in.

Liang Songying looked inside suspiciously.

"Tsk tsk, are you Popeye?"

The super-large-screen laptop that was originally placed on the desk table was torn apart and lay under the bookshelf. The power supply, earphones, keyboard, screen, mouse, etc. were scattered all over the place, showing violence.

Liang Songying stood at the door without going in.

Yan Wangxiao silently picked up the computer, ejected a CD from the side, broke it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.He looked up and was about to explain a few words, when he saw Liang Songying's calm face, his eyes moved from the trash can to the computer fragments on the ground, there was an illusion of sympathy.He turned his head in disgust, and knelt down to pick up the wreckage.

Liang Songying did not miss the disgust flashing in his eyes.

He stood at the door in a daze for a long while, then silently retreated to the piano room.

Notes that pop out of your fingertips don't make a tune.

It was those familiar eyes looking at him with disgust that kept flashing in his mind.

Finally, he stopped and looked down at his hands on the black and white keys.Still so pale and thin, you can see the blue veins and blood vessels even if you put it on the piano without any effort.He was too thin, he suddenly thought, Yan Wangxiao didn't seem to notice how thin he was all of a sudden, didn't ask about it, didn't he care?

Is it out of disgust?How should he and Yan Wangxiao continue on?

Liang Songying was in a bad mood, and invited friends to go swimming and play ball on the weekend of the next day, and it was not until four or five in the afternoon that she returned to his and Yan Wangxiao's apartment in a slightly cheerful mood.

Yan Wangxiao is not there.

As he drank water, he remembered the smashed computer in the study, wondering if he had replaced it with a new one.Pushing the door open, there was a computer lying flat on the desk. He put down the tea and opened it to play.Unexpectedly, a password box popped up on the screen, requiring him to enter the password to log in to the desktop.

He randomly pressed his birthday, his ID card, and the usual passwords that Yan Wangxiao usually used to enter.

error.

error.

error.

He turned off the computer and asked Yan Wangxiao when he came back in the evening.

Going around the desk, he kicks into the trash can.

Looking down, the trash can was placed too prominently, blocking his way.The contents inside were familiar, and it was packaged by express delivery of documents, and there was also a piece of reflective disc fragments vaguely.He suddenly wondered what Yan Wangxiao received so unhappy yesterday and became so angry.He squatted down, picked up the document and carefully studied whether there were any mistakes or omissions.

But I found that this courier was not the one yesterday, but the delivery date was today.

That is, Yan Wangxiao received the same express CD today.

He picked the fragments of the CD out of the trash can and roughly put it together.There is no graphic text printed on the front of the CD, it is a self-made CD, only a big "2" is written with an oil-based pen.The meaning may be to give "two" less, or the "second" disc, and then there will be a third, a fourth...

He had no idea what was on the disc.But they would not specifically ask Yan Wangxiao, they have been a little estranged recently, and Yan Wangxiao's performance yesterday clearly did not want him to know about it.

He shuffled things back into the trash can.It was funny, if Yan Wangxiao saw him rummaging through the trash can at this moment, how could he despise him for being dirty.

Yan Wangxiao has been busy with work recently, Di Yun appreciates his acting skills and recommends him to another director's new play as a supporting role.He didn't go home for two or three days, and even if he came back, it would be almost twelve o'clock. At that time, Liang Songying was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The first time Yan Wangxiao found out that Liang Songying had locked the door, he stood there holding the doorknob for more than ten minutes.

Gradually, the two got along with each other, except for a few daily messages such as "going home for dinner" and "not coming back tonight", there was no more communication, let alone physical intimate contact.Yan Wangxiao thought he was busy, and Liang Songying also thought he was busy.

One day, the building management staff stopped Liang Songying who came into the building, and pointed him to a bunch of couriers, "They all belong to Mr. Yan. I haven't seen him recently. Can you help me to pick them up? Laodui is here in our small town. It’s also inconvenient, and I’m afraid I’ll lose it for you.”

"I'm sorry, I'll take it now." Liang Songying went over to check, and there were 123456...13 recipients written on Yan Wangxiao.

They were probably all documents, and they were easy to carry when stacked together. He thanked the building manager, picked them up and carried them upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to come down at the elevator door, the young building manager hurried towards him just now, "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Yan told an old manager who resigned not long ago to reject such unknown sources for him. The courier, it will be returned by the original route. I didn’t pay attention to check the sender’s information, sorry.”

"It's okay. Since I accepted it, I can't return it. You don't need to sign for him next time. I'll take these away first." Liang Songying said.

"Okay, I have to trouble you to say sorry to Mr. Yan, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'll pass it on."

"Mr. Yan doesn't live here anymore?"

"Stop staying. Most of the time when he comes back is early in the morning. You are not on the night shift, so you can't see him."

"Oh, so that's it. It seems that he has been very busy recently, haha."

"Yes."

The elevator "ding" opened the doors to both sides, Liang Songying smiled at him, "The elevator is here." Go in.

Liang Songying sent a WeChat message to tell Yan Wangxiao about the delivery.

Yan Wangxiao replied: I will go back to pick it up tonight.

Liang Songying asked: Is it something important?

Yan Wangxiao said: Yes.

Liang Songying said: I put it in the study

Yan Wangxiao said: Okay, thank you.

Liang Songying looked at the two words of thanks, and lost the desire to chat any more.At eleven o'clock in the evening, he was lying on the sofa in the living room reading the latest issue of the fashion magazine. After finishing the pages, Yan Wangxiao still hadn't returned.He was so sleepy that he had to go to the company tomorrow to discuss new songs with several composers, arrangers, and producers, and locked the door at 11:30 to go to bed.

The bedroom is still brightly lit.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door opening, footsteps, knocking things over, mixed with vomiting and talking came from outside the room.

Liang Songying put on some clothes and opened the door to go out. The bathroom was brightly lit. Yan Wangxiao bent down by the sink and splashed water on his face and hair.Standing next to him was a young boy with an unfamiliar face, who was holding Yan Wangxiao's arm with concern, handed him the towel, and freed his hand to pat him on the back.Hearing someone approaching, the boy raised his head and looked at the person.

Liang Songying nodded, her expression so pale that no emotion could be seen.He went over to take Yan Wangxiao over, "Are you drinking again?"

Yan Wangxiao turned his head, shook his hand away, looked disgusted, and walked away from Liang Songying with a bit of impatience on his face.The boy held his arm tightly and never let go, but he didn't let go.Liang Songying was really stunned, she raised her hand to look at her thrown hand, her chest was congested.

Yan Wangxiao seemed drunk or awake, found the pajamas from the bedroom, went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Liang Songying in the living room with a strange boy.

"You are?" Liang Songying poured him a glass of water and sat on the sofa opposite.

"We met recently. The second young master was drunk. I sent him back. He said he needed something. My name is Lun Shoucheng." The boy said.

"Thank you for sending him back." Liang Songying said.

"It's okay." Lun Shoucheng said.

Lun Shoucheng looked at the apartment silently, picked up a magazine that was scattered on the sofa, "Can I read it?"

Liang Songying tried not to yawn, almost closed her eyelids, and said, "Look at whatever you want."

Lun Shoucheng looked at him silently. Liang Songying in the reporter's media gave people a sense of aloofness, and he was difficult to get along with and indifferent.He felt that Liang Songying was really not enthusiastic enough, leaving the guests aside without speaking or smiling.

After sitting for a while, Lun Shoucheng had no intention of leaving. Liang Songying went to make a cup of hangover soup, and when he came back, he said to Lun Shoucheng, "It's so late, why are you going back?"

Lun Shoucheng looked up from the magazine page, "Second Young Master promised to let me drive the car away."

Liang Songying paused and said, "Then go back and rest early, it's too late now."

Lun Shoucheng said: "No hurry, I'll wait for the second young master to come out and talk to him, and see how he goes before it's too late."

Liang Songying had no choice but to sit with him with sleepy eyes.

Yan Wangxiao took a bath for a long time, so long that Liang Songying knocked on the door to call him, wondering if he fell asleep while washing.Yan Wangxiao's deep voice came from the bathroom, "I'm here." Liang Songying said, "Hurry up and wash it up. Be careful to add hot water to the bath, and don't soak it in cold water."

There was no response to him.

He sat back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Lun Shoucheng also felt that he cared about the second young master.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Lun Shoucheng looked up immediately, put down the magazine and ran over, "Second Young Master, how do you feel about your health? Do you feel better?"

Yan Wangxiao frowned at him, "Why are you still here?"

Lun Shoucheng was embarrassed, "I'm leaving now, good night."

Yan Wangxiao wiped his wet hair while walking towards the bedroom, ignoring Lun Shoucheng, who looked behind him in disappointment.Liang Songying coughed lightly, stood up, "Mr. Lun, good night, I'll see you off."

"No, I'll go by myself, thank you." Lun Shoucheng said, reluctantly leaving.

Yan Wangxiao was drying her hair in the bedroom.

Liang Songying brought in the hangover soup and put it on the table, "Blow dry your hair and drink this bowl of soup."

Yan Wangxiao lowered his head and stroked his hair, and said "um", drowned in the muffled sound of the hair dryer.

"Good night." Liang Songying stood up and brushed his hair.

Yan Wangxiao still lowered his head.

The hair dryer buzzed, but Liang Songying didn't hear Yan Wangxiao's response, maybe he said something short, but it was buried by the wind just like the "hmm".

"By the way," Liang Songying fell back and asked at the door: "The password of the new computer...how much has it been changed?" Dry hair, that spot... It seems that he reached out and fiddled with it just now.

Yan Wangxiao was a little embarrassed, and put down his hands, "The pinyin of Zhuifeng is capitalized, and lowercased for Feng."

Liang Songying smiled, "Okay."

Yan Wangxiao opened his mouth and looked at him, hesitant to speak, wanting to say something, with a strange sense of intolerance and contradiction on his face.

Liang Songying broke the stiff atmosphere with an easy-going expression, as if she didn't notice anything and didn't care, and said in a more forgiving and pampering tone, "Good night, go to bed early."

Yan Wangxiao nodded, "Well, you too."

Liang Songying helped him close the door, and Yan Wangxiao stared at Liang Songying's face between the cracks in the door, gradually getting smaller and disappearing.

Early the next morning, Liang Songying got up at eight o'clock, and Yan Wangxiao's people were gone, and the dozen or so couriers piled up in the study were gone.Put a new bag on the trash can, obviously Yan Wangxiao replaced it after throwing away the trash.The strange thing is that Yan Wangxiao never throws out rubbish on weekdays, and always watches and urges Liang Songying to do this kind of thing.

Yan Wangxiao didn't eat breakfast at home.

Liang Songying went to the kitchen to make breakfast and ate it slowly, then went downstairs for a walk, and when she came back and passed the large trash can beside the corridor, she spotted a bag belonging to Blue's family.He glanced to the left and no one came in and out, wrapped his fingers in a tissue, and went to dig through the bag of trash.I saw the courier packaging bags being torn apart and kneaded together forcefully, and piled up together with countless fragments of CDs.

It can be vaguely seen from the front of the fragment that someone wrote Arabic numerals with an oil-based pen.

He had a terrible guess about these strange discs.