Seven's secret

The air seemed to freeze.

There was a burning sensation from the place where his wrist was tightly held, as if it was going to burn through his flesh.Murong Qing struggled subconsciously, but to his surprise, Pei Rong immediately let him go.Murong Qing's heart suddenly relaxed, and then a feeling of powerlessness spread from the bottom of her heart.He found so many explanations for this person in vain just now, so... it's still the same.

He could feel that Pei Rong was looking at him, his eyes were burning and bright, but Murong Qing didn't dare to look up, nor did he dare to look back.Because he didn't know whether such a straightforward and passionate thing came from desire, or from a deeper and more real emotion that he had never expected.

And this person is Pei Rong.Murong Qing thought wearily, he was just impulsive.He deserves better.

"Xiao Qi," Pei Rong whispered his name softly, "I..."

"Pei Rong, don't say it." Murong took a step back lightly, "Don't be confused."

"I didn't..." Pei Rong became anxious, this was not his expected reaction.Murong Qing should be a little surprised, or he might directly refuse, but he shouldn't have such a tired and desolate expression.It's as if he has seen through the world and no longer has any expectations for anyone's approach.

"Pei Rong," Murong Qing looked up at him, his eyes were cold and empty, "I'm not as good as you think, and I'm not as good as you think..." He paused with difficulty, "So clean."

Pei Rong seemed to have been hit by a sap, and his heartbeat stopped instantly.He stared at him with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had actually heard.What do you mean not so good?

What do you mean not so...clean? !

Murong Qing didn't intend to explain anything, he lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like two tired wings that could no longer fly.He walked out of his room with his head down.Hearing the soft rustling sounds from the opposite room, Pei Rong suddenly wondered what kind of person the Murong Xiaoqi he knew was.

Or, did he never know him?

Murong lay lightly in an unfamiliar room, watching the street lights outside cast a blurred halo on the window.The upstairs neighbor's TV was still on, and the sound of TV programs, the sound of joking and the crackling of mahjong tiles intertwined, penetrated the gap between the door and the window, and knocked on his eardrum one after another.

Life in the city is really lively, even at night, there is no real peace and tranquility like in the mountains.

Murong Qing heard a very light noise from the opposite room, that person seemed to be walking lightly in the room.He heard a short crisp sound from the lighter, and a moment later, the faint smell of tobacco permeated the air.

Pei Rong didn't sleep.

Murong Qing opened his eyes and stared at the gray ceiling in a daze for a while, then closed his eyes and turned over.

The smell of tobacco was dry and warm, lingering in his half-drowsy slumber, and lingering for a long time.

Murong Qing originally thought that the first Spring Festival he spent here would be a very leisurely time.It is said that people in the city are used to calling and sending text messages to pay New Year's greetings, and they don't rush to each other with snacks and tea like they do in the countryside.As a result, on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the dishes they had had breakfast were soaked in the sink before they had time to wash them, and the guests came to the door.

The first ones to come to pay New Year's greetings were Mr. Pei's students, both men and women, and they almost filled the entire living room.Mr. Pei was so happy that he insisted on letting them all stay for lunch.Immediately afterwards, Pei Rong's colleagues also came to the door, some Murong Qing had seen, and some he hadn't.But even if they met before, Murong Qing had nothing to talk to them about.

There are so many people here, but none of them came to see him.

Murong Qing greeted Mr. Pei, said he was going to visit a friend's house, and went out with his coat.When he went out, he felt Pei Rong's eyes glued to his back, and he didn't look back, pretending that he didn't notice anything.With that embarrassing scene last night, he thought it would be better if it never happened.

Murong Qing has nothing to go to.In this city, apart from Mr. Pei's family, he only knows Ling Dongzhi's family.But on a day like today, the young couple must be at the elder's house.He wasn't right in the past.

The first day of the new year is an important day to pay New Year's greetings to the elders and to accompany the family.

Murong Qing drove the car aimlessly on the street for a while, and finally drove back to his and Xiao Liu's temporary home.To be precise, it was just a house, a house belonging to the midwinter solstice.

Murong Qing spent an hour doing hygiene.Xiao Liu used to do housework, but without Xiao Liu by his side, he had to do these things by himself.In the future, Xiao Liu will get married, have her own home, and will no longer have the energy to help Xiao Qi wash clothes and clean the room.

Murong Qing did it very clumsily, the water from the mop was not dry enough, leaving obvious water stains on the ground, and when wiping the dust, he almost knocked a white ceramic flower pot from Ling Dong Zhi's house to the ground .Fortunately, these things are not too difficult, so-so, and they are all done.

Murong took a shower lightly, changed his clothes, looked at the empty room, and didn't know what to do again.

Murong Qing found a few bags of potato chips and dried fruits in the kitchen, nestled on the sofa and watched TV to pass the time.Before he came out, he told Mr. Pei that he would not go back until evening.From now to dusk, there is still more than half a day.

There was something shaking on the balcony, Murong Qing glanced lazily, and immediately met a pair of yellow cat eyes.A thin, old black cat with dry black fur and bald spots on its back.

Murong was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up and threw himself on the balcony, "Where have you been for so long?"

Yutou was taken aback by his actions. Although he sat there calmly and did not move, his tail still wobbled back and forth a few times uneasy, "I'll keep doing that, just dawdling around and going wherever there is food. go."

Murong looked at it lightly, and for some reason, his eye sockets suddenly became hot.

Yutou didn't notice that much, and looked behind him poking around, "Is there anything to eat? Brother?"

Murong stretched out his hand to hug it lightly, Yutou wanted to hide back vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Murong laughed lightly, "Why not." What else could you do with a cat? !

The fish head began to struggle slightly.

"Don't move around!" Murong lightly tapped it on the head, and the fish head became honest immediately.This was the first time it was allowed to enter Murong Qing's home, and its eyes looked around curiously.It didn't react suddenly until it found itself carried into a room with a big mirror by Murong Qing.

"You want to give me a bath?!" The fish head's voice was terrified.

Murong shut the glass door of the bathroom with a light snap.Seeing Yutou's pitiful look like a good family kitten snatched home by bullies, he couldn't help but want to laugh.He put the fish head on the washstand, found a water basin that Xiao Liu usually used for cats and dogs, mixed warm water, turned his head and hooked his fingers at the fish head.

The fish head flinched.

"Come here, dear," Murong said in a coaxing tone, "My shampoo smells like grass, and it doesn't smell bad at all. And I'm serving you all the time, you just need to raise your paw to cooperate After a while, it will be great to be your uncle cat."

Yutou's eyes struggled for a while, and he stepped back firmly.

"You can sit in the living room and eat after washing up," Murong Qing continued to lure the old stray cat, "you can also lie on the sofa and sleep, which is much more comfortable than sleeping on the balcony."

Yutou's small eyes struggled fiercely, and finally looked at him with a pitiful meow.

Murong smiled lightly, picked it up, and carefully put it into the hot water basin.The fish head opened its paws, grinning and meowing.

"It's just hot water." Murong Qing laughed amused by its tangled appearance, "If you're really scared, just close your eyes."

The cat eyes of the fish head widened even wider.But seeing Murong Qing's hand rubbing it's body, it carefully put back its pointed nails.When Murong Qing's fingers touched the back of its neck, Yutou finally relaxed and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Murong smiled lightly again.

The cleaned fish head looks fluffy, much cuter than usual.After running a few laps inside and outside the house with Murong Qing, Yutou suddenly felt that being forced to take a bath just now didn't seem so difficult to accept.What's more, it can also sit on the sofa, and sleep on Murong Qing's lap, and when he was sleeping, he kept rubbing its neck with those very soft hands.

Yutou snored comfortably.

Murong Qing touched it with one hand, changed the channel with the remote control in the other hand, and complained softly: "It's Chinese New Year's Eve, the TV station doesn't show any good programs, it's all reruns of the evening..."

The head of the fish turned over on his lap, revealing its soft belly, rising and falling with its snoring.Murong touched it lightly, and it was as soft as he imagined.

Yutou's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and a few small claws unconsciously gestured in mid-air.

Murong smiled lightly again.

The mobile phone on the coffee table rang, Murong Qing picked up the phone, it was Pei Rong calling.Murong Qing hesitated for a moment, but still chose to connect.When Pei Rong's voice came to mind, Murong Qing heard someone talking and laughing nearby.He guessed that the guests of Pei's house would not leave until after lunch.

"Xiao Qi?" Pei Rong's voice was a little uncertain, "Xiao Qi, are you listening?"

"Listening." Murong lightly turned down the volume of the TV set, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask when you'll be back, it's almost time for lunch." Pei Rong spoke in a gentle voice, as if he deliberately lowered his volume for fear of scaring him.This is not Pei Rong's usual tone of speech, it is too careful, which makes Murong Qing feel unaccustomed.

"Oh, tell uncle that I won't be going back for lunch." Murong lightly fingered Yutou's little paw, making up nonsense without changing his face, "I happen to have something to do here. Go back at night."

The fish head rolled on his lap and meowed lazily, "You're lying. What's going on here?"