the years when i was in heaven

This meal lasted until midnight, and I was on the online car-hailing car.

"You know this too?" Ming Li said "what is funk".

"The flight attendant told me why little girls nowadays like to watch stories about two men falling in love. It's not special. They especially like the kind where there is no me without you." Qiu Hai clicked on the app , the APP automatically jumps to the page being read.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, Mingli stared at the interface with a livid face.

It is marked on the upper left corner of the screen: Chapter 160 of "My Captain Ba Ba" - Who Robbed My Sex.

Author: Pack a handful of garlic.

He scrolled back a few pages: Xiao Ming, who was trying to find Captain Hai to make a theory, was tied to the head of the bed by Captain Hai.

"..."

Qiu Hai was at a loss, "What's wrong?"

"You really can't read what's wrong?"

Qiu Hai really thought about it for a while, "This Captain Hai is too smudged, I would have taken him down long ago."

"........."

In the dead of night, the car was parked at the gate of the community, and the two walked in side by side, only the 24-hour convenience store in the distance accompanied them.

When they came to a certain streetlight, they stopped at the same time.

Mingli paused for a while, then pointed to the building where he lived, "I'm leaving."

Qiu Hai also paused for a moment, then nodded, "En."

Go home and turn on the lights.Mingli sat on the sofa without even changing his shoes, making a heavy "squeak".He rested his elbows on his thighs, his head buried deep in his arms.

The second hand was ticking, and the neat hair was hanging down, just like his current mood.

After a quarter of an hour, he took out his phone and absently swiped through the WeChat messages in the list, and absently swiped a few Moments before opening the dialog box of "Fat Hai".

His fingers hovered over the screen for a long time.

Suddenly, he cursed and rushed out the door.

Run to the elevator entrance, the elevator is slowly ascending the floor above.He slammed open the door of the stairwell, turning countless turns.

When he pushed open the anti-theft door downstairs, there was a person standing under the streetlight we left just now.He walked forward nervously and expectantly, "I think it's still early, do you want to come to my place for a drink."

"Coincidentally, the house was robbed, and I was worried about how to quench my thirst." Qiu Hai looked at him and said with a smile: "I have been waiting for your words for a long time."

Ming Li was making coffee in the kitchen, his hands trembling and he froze suddenly.

coffee! ?

Coffee or coffee in the middle of the night!

Anger.

Qiu Hai poked his head out from the living room, "Why did it fall?"

Mingli washed the cup persistently, "Coffee is not good for sleep."

Qiu Hai let out a long and meaningful "Oh~~~", got up and went to the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, "Then I really want to drink a few more glasses."

Mingli focused on the cup in his hand, vowing to wipe off the skin of this ceramic cup.

"Okay, okay, come and sit down, I see there is yogurt in the refrigerator." After speaking, he asked very familiarly: "Do you want to drink it? It is good for moistening the intestines."

"...No need, thank you."

As a result, 5 minutes later, two cups of yogurt were placed on the table.

The two were silent, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

I was also carried away, invited people to my home but didn't know what to talk about, how embarrassing!

Ming Li pretended to be calm and took a sip of yogurt, "Is it okay after the go-around?"

"I'm an old driver." Qiu Hai shook his cup, "I can't say no."

The corners of Mingli's mouth twitched, "...Your words are like your paintings, full of unpredictable artistic atmosphere, you have to pay attention to them. Are you painting those?"

"Draw and play casually." Qiu Hai said casually: "It's too expensive, I gave up when I was a child, and I belong to the pheasant contestant who became a monk halfway through."

Mingli, a layman, can tell that it is definitely not at the level of casual painting. He said: "Now that the economic conditions are in place, we can develop well."

But Qiu Hai shook his head, "I can't draw anything anymore." He drank the yogurt in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "It's you, how have you been these few years?"

"That's it."

"You are promoted faster than the company you entered in the same period."

"No, everyone is working hard..."

"You will be a very good captain in the future because you really love flying."

The second half of the prepared modest and polite words got stuck in Ming Li's throat.

After flying for a long time, he has mastered the function of speaking human words when he sees people, and talking nonsense when he sees ghosts, but he is always at a loss in front of Qiu Hai.

"Ding dong."

The two looked at each other, who rings the doorbell at this time?

Mingli yelled, "Which one?"

"Hello, your takeaway."

"?"

He looked at Qiu Hai, who shook his head.

Two big men, and a well-managed fully enclosed community.Mingli opened the door, and there was really a delivery guy dressed as a rider outside the door.

"Hello, is this Mr. Wang with the tail number 2643? This is your takeaway." The delivery boy held up two large bags of grilled crayfish.

Mingli glanced at the address, "The building in front is Building 3, this is Building 5."

"Hey hey?"

The takeaway guy bowed and apologized repeatedly, and Mingli waved his hands repeatedly, saying that if he had nothing to do, the delivery time would be over, so he sent away the sweating little brother.

Mingli smiled helplessly, and when he closed the door, he felt someone standing behind him.

The lights were turned off, and the vision was plunged into darkness.

The eyes can't adapt to the moment when the lights are turned off, and there is an illusion of temporary blindness.The loss of vision resulted in an increased sense of touch, with one hand covering his hand holding the doorknob.

The breath stayed by the ear, Qiu Hai wrapped his arms around his chest, gently rubbing his ear.

Ming Li held the doorknob and turned around, put his other hand on Qiu Hai's face and kissed him.

It was as if the electric switch had been fully pushed up.

In the dark, they stumbled into the sofa and spilled yogurt on the table.

The sour taste in his mouth spread to the root of his tongue, Qiu Hai rubbed his hair, and pressed against his side face tightly, as if his heartbeats were in sync.

"To be honest, I never thought that I would have the day to hug you." Qiu Hai said hoarsely, "I'm ready to die alone forever."

"Chou Hai."

"Ok?"

"I just want to call you...Senior."

"Well, the senior is here."

"Will you still meet someone who is in your heart?"

By the moonlight, they looked at each other affectionately.

Mingli stroked Qiu Hai's browbones, eyes, and bridge of nose with his hands, and he wanted to see back all that had been lost in the past eight years.

Qiu Hai held his hand and put it on his lips to kiss, whispering: "If we separate, I don't think I will."

The hot air fluttered against the fingertips, making them soft and numb.

Fingers intertwined, the living room was in a mess.

There is only each other in sight, and you can see the tiny facial details of each other.Mingli raised his head, his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, Qiu Hai brushed it away for him, and kissed him.

Ming Li's voice was on fire, dry and hoarse, with despair and the power of regeneration.

Qiu Hai licked the corner of his mouth carefully.

"Mingli, I want you to be my everything."

Familiar people gradually lose contact in the turbulent world, but strangers can remember for a lifetime when they meet once.

Mingli couldn't speak, so he could only respond with actions.Qiu Hai held him tightly in his arms, and once again intertwined lips and teeth with him.

After his breathing subsided, Qiu Hai walked into the bedroom with the weak Mingli in his arms, gently placed him on the bed, kissed his forehead, "fly with me to Canada next month."

"Canada?" Mingli opened his eyes in a daze.

"Yeah." Qiu Hai pulled him into his arms, "I want to take you to meet someone."

"Okay, as long as it's not a little lover who was secretly raised outside." Ming Li smiled and changed into a comfortable position, pointing his face with his fingertips.

Qiu Hai didn't smile, but hugged him even tighter.

The second half of the night.

Ming Li was lying on the bed without even the strength to move his fingers, Qiu Hai gently covered him with the quilt, and sat in the living room to smoke.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, nine missed calls, and the same number happened to call in.

Qiu Hai watched for a long time, and then picked up the phone at the moment when it was about to be hung up.

"Guess where I am." A naughty and light voice came from the phone.

"It's not my business."

"I'm in your community. I suddenly have something to do with Mingli. You say I'll go up now, or later."

Qiu Hai glanced at the watch on the wall, and was silent for a moment, "You have been emotionally unstable recently, and you need to see a psychiatrist."

"The doctor said that the drug will take a month to arrive, but I feel in good condition and can stop."

Qiu Hai held the phone and didn't speak.

It's already winter, and Weekend, dressed in a black windbreaker, looks up at the floor-to-ceiling windows with tiny lights on high.His nose was red from the cold, but it wasn't funny, and he wore only a white short-sleeve under the windbreaker, but he didn't look cold at all.

He laughed and said, "You can't take him unless you want her to die. You can only take me, you know it in your heart."

The weekend smile is very gentle, it is a clear stream in the smoky rich second generation, but after getting along for a long time, you will see the clues.

The degree of squinting of the eyes, the upward angle of the corners of the mouth, and the number of teeth exposed are always the same, just like rehearsing countless stage plays.

Weekend said softly: "I saw you, Qiu Hai."

Qiu Hai slowly turned his head to look at the balcony.

This position can only see the night scene in the distance and the dark high-rise building opposite, and vice versa, but on the weekend he said: "Did you see me?"

The sound of turning over came from the bedroom, Qiu Hai hung up the phone, went to the bedside and gently touched Ming Li's face, the phone that was thrown on the sofa never rang again.

I have been busy with the stereo for a long time, but I still put it in my ears on weekends, as if it is a beautiful ballad.He took a small white empty medicine bottle out of his pocket and threw it in the trash.

Walking to the gate of the community, he smiled at the guard on night shift, took out his access control card and swiped the door.

"It's so early to go to work again."

"Yes."

"It's really not easy. You live in several buildings and households. Next time, you can tell the property management to turn on more street lights."

Weekend did not answer, turned to look at the illusory night sky, the direction of the building, and the smile on his mouth widened.He rarely has this extended expression.

"Then it's a deal, Mingli."