Pavlov and the White Moonlight

It was already night when we got off the plane that day, and the temperature in X City has cooled down these days.When we left in a hurry, our luggage was thin and full of worries. When we came back, there were many bags and small bags. When the two walked back to the community, the security guard at the gate poked his head out of the security booth and glanced at us, saying: " Are you going away?"

When I quarreled with the security guard, he stopped and stood there with his suitcase in his hand. He was so cold that he shrunk his face behind his coat and smiled at the security guard. I put the hood on his coat and said hello to the security guard: "Let's go." Uncle."

"Hey, hey," the security uncle smiled and waved at me, glanced at Tang Shuhe behind him, and said, "This is..."

I laughed and hugged him: "My wife!"

The security uncle also followed suit, hesitated for a while and said, "Do you have a key card?"

"Oh, yes." Tang Shuhe froze for a moment, switched the suitcase from his left hand to his right, took out the access card, and dropped it.

"Let's go, let's go, slow down." The security uncle said.

After walking out for a while, I turned my head and looked at Tang Shuhe. This man was dressed in black and black trousers, with a big hood covering most of his face. He looked like a suspicious piece of illegal dark chocolate. No wonder the security guard insisted on looking at him His access card.

It's almost a fork in the road.He dragged the suitcase, lowered his head and muttered for a while, and said, "Then I'm going home."

I kind of wanted to laugh, and stretched out my fingers to lift his big hood, revealing his "I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home" face.

I winked at him.

Tang Shuhe glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take my arm.

"I want to go to sleep at your house," he said.

I laughed out loud, grabbed his big hood that was always sliding down, kissed him lightly on the lips, took his suitcase, turned a corner and walked towards my house, and said as I walked: " Is your house rented?"

He hummed, and I said, "Then you... why don't you rent it."

I said, "Move here."

After I finished speaking, I felt that the corners of my mouth were grinning up uncontrollably, and I shook Tang Shuhe's hand: "Ah? Ah?"

Walking past a street light, the surroundings were lit up, and I saw him smiling under the light.

"Okay," he said.

I slapped my hands: "OK, tomorrow I will go with you to move your things. You rent the house on a monthly basis, so don't worry, just move it little by little."

"Originally I didn't have many things." He said.

Too.He has only lived for a few days, and when he first moved here, he took such a small bag, like a small seed that was thrown into the soil and waited to germinate.

"Let's go." I hugged him, "Tomorrow, we'll bring the dog back."

He hummed, took my hand on his shoulder, and put his house key into my pocket.

I haven't been back for several days, the house is covered with dust, I unscrewed the door, two people dragged two big suitcases in, I brought him slippers, and looked down when I hung up the clothes, he was sitting on the small pier in the entrance On my son, stepping on my old plush slippers, putting his own shoes in my shoe closet.

Suddenly, my heart softened sullenly.I wrapped my arms around his clothes and rubbed the top of his dark hair with the other.

"It's been so many years...and I've traveled so far," I sighed, "Fortunately, I brought you home."

He paused, laughed silently, shook his head, and sent the soft black to my palm, rubbing it lightly.

It was getting late, Tang Shuhe sat on the sofa and turned on the computer to deal with the emails of the past few days. I changed the bed sheet and quilt cover, and then stuffed a bunch of food that my mother had brought for me and Tang Shuhe into the refrigerator.Half of these two big suitcases are filled with Tang Shuhe and I's clothes, and the other half are stuffed by my mother for both of us.I didn't look carefully when she packed it, but I dug out a large bundle of air-dried sausages, a box of salted duck eggs, two catties of apples, a lump of frozen Dragon Boat Festival rice dumplings, and two long johns from the suitcase.

I held the bag of dead apples in pain, and wondered where apples didn’t grow in the global village where I lived together. Did my mother think that Tang Shuhe and I were dispatched to Mars to grow potatoes?

I took an apple and washed it, gnawing on it while looking at Tang Shuhe's side face in a daze.I remembered that when I was leaving, I carried a big box and went downstairs with difficulty. Halfway through, my mother stopped me.

I turned around and saw my mother opened the door a little and poked her head out.

She had no expression on her face and asked me, "Are you going to come back this year for Chinese New Year?"

I said: "Come back."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "New Year...how about you, bring that child back."

I froze for a moment, and then saw my dad sticking his head out, and the old couple put their heads together and looked at me silently.

After a while, my dad added: "If he wants to."

I said, "...OK, I'll ask him when the time comes."

I sat on a chair in the kitchen and yelled at him while swinging my legs: "Bao, do you want to eat apples? They're from our house."

Hearing this, he looked up at me, walked over and bent down, took a bite of my hand, and I said, "Is it sweet?"

He nodded, and I said, "Then have another bite."

He rolled his eyes and wanted to say something, but he laughed first. I held up a half-pulled apple and looked at him in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Tang Shuhe smiled at the beginning, and said: "Then I will take another bite and you will call me again."

"What... oh." I reacted.

He looked at me, probably because he was wearing flat glasses. When the kitchen lights came on, his amber eyes were extraordinarily bright. He smiled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

"Baby... baby." I said.

We both laughed, blushing like we were when we were teenagers.

Awkwardly sweet and soft.

After I finished laughing, I was a little emotional: "Is this the first time I called you that? It's been a long time."

He glanced at me and said, "No."

"what?"

Tang Shuhe said: "That day... when I had a panic attack, you called me at my house."

I froze for a while, then scratched my hair: "Why don't I remember, I was so anxious at the time that I didn't even remember what I said - damn, I was bald at that time, so I was so exposed It's too early."

"Like this," he said, bending down and putting his hand lightly on my muzzle, "You do this, and then you say, 'Hold on, baby.'"

I:"……"

It can be said that it is a very touching scene, but he can taste and feel passionate when he speaks it.

I raised my eyes to look at him, and licked his palm in a strange way.

He withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, his expression was wonderful, I laughed so hard that an apple almost hit my face, I licked my lips after laughing, and said, "You still remember, you were panting like that at that time."

He sighed, leaned back relaxed against the glass sliding door of the kitchen, and said, "Remember."

My mood was a bit complicated: "Then you will feel better when you hear it."

"I don't know... I don't have time to think about it," he said in a low voice, lowering his head and rubbing his wrist unconsciously, "My heart was beating so fast at that time."

"..." I stood up, pressed my hand on the door, took off his glasses, bowed my head and kissed him.

He seemed to smile, and wrapped his hands around it.The glass sliding doors of the kitchen rattled.

We went to bed very early that day.Tomorrow both of us have jobs, I'm going to the theater to write a manuscript, not to mention Tang Shuhe, I came out of the shower and saw him still sitting under the covers typing on the computer, he saw me coming out and said softly, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Sleep." I lifted the quilt and crawled in. He silently closed the computer and turned off the small lamp by the bed.He lay down facing the window and I hugged him from behind.

We didn't draw the curtains, and the light from the building opposite came in through the windows, so the room wasn't too dark.His hand was on mine, and his whole body exuded the wet, clean and quiet smell of just taking a shower, which made me feel at ease.I buried my face against his neck and rubbed against it. For some reason, I always felt that he was a little stiff.

It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed since we met again, but either he is unconscious, or the two of us are too preoccupied with that kind of thought, nothing happened today, and we are just sleeping under the covers, maybe... he I'm still afraid.

I didn't mention it, and whispered into his ear, "What time do you set the alarm for tomorrow? Call me when you wake up."

He said, "Well... seven o'clock."

I snorted and rubbed the tip of my nose against his neck.

"Don't worry, don't worry," I said, "We... have a long time to go."

He said this endlessly, but he laughed, turned his head, and gently pecked and kissed me.

"Would you like to go back to my parents' house with me during Chinese New Year this year?" I said.

He paused, and I said, "My parents want to see you."

He turned around, threw his arms around my neck, and said, "Okay."

"Well," I put my arms around his waist and touched his back back and forth. Tang Shuhe lay next to my ear for a while and said, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow, go to the cafeteria early, don't worry about me, I'll make something for myself," I said.

He shook his head, put his chin on my chest, looked a little excited, and said, "The dried sausages my aunt brought seem to be salty and sweet. Can I make porridge for you tomorrow?"

I laughed: "Okay." He nodded and lay back with bright eyes.

I tucked him in and said, "Go to sleep. I'll bring the dog back tomorrow. Lu Bowen and Xiao Ke must be homesick."

He hummed.

No one spoke for a while, and I felt that he was about to fall asleep, so I closed my eyes and started to feel sleepy.

"I really don't want to go to work." He said suddenly.

I laughed out loud, he always does, and a few words out of nowhere are so cute.I said: "Your Majesty, you can't get into bed with a beauty and you don't want to go to court early. This is not good."

He snorted lazily and stopped talking.

"Can't sleep well, let me sing to you to lull you to sleep?" I said.

"Okay." He said with his back to me.

I cleared my throat and sang softly: "Mother's baby, go to sleep..."

He slapped me: "Don't want this."

I am happy, kiss the hair on the back of his head, and hum a song softly.

My love my love my love my love.

You are my warm gloves, my cold beer, my sun-kissed shirt, my day-to-day dreams.

You are pure and innocent like glass.

You are pure and innocent like a stream of water.

You are pure and innocent and nothing will change.

Sunlight passes through you, but it changes its direction.

He fell asleep.

Good night, Tang Shuhe.

my darling.

The author has something to say:

There is no content in this chapter, but it must be written, and I think it must be written.

The song at the end is "Poetry for You-Song of the Road" or "Glass Woman", and the second half of the two songs are almost the same.