tidal lock

The author has something to say: I’m going to take a bubble (gulu gulu gulu)

[22]

"clatter."

"Da da."

The square cigarette case takes the wide palm as the axis, lightly brushes the thin calluses near the fingers, and rotates with rhythmic pause.

The faint morning light and mist permeated from above the horizon, and the January morning was full of coolness. The courtyard seen from the car window was as cold and empty as it is in this season.

With a slight flick of his knuckles, Xing An took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on the only sticky chat.

--Arrived.

Less than 2 minutes after the news was sent, the sound of the door opening and closing rang.

Xu Tong was wearing a dark gray knitted gown, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, pushing his white hands on the brown fence, and leaned into his co-pilot's seat with a cold body.

"...Morning Director Xing."

The dark circles under my eyes are very heavy, and I probably stayed up late last night for work again.

Xing An nodded, and buried the nickname that had rolled out of his mouth into silence, and his eyes glanced at the slender anklebone exposed above the gray-brown leather shoes of the other party.

It seems that he doesn't intend to chat with himself for a long time.

"I went to the appointment, and I hope that Director Xing can also keep his promise and give me the corresponding information."

"nature."

Xing An held the cigarette case in his hand, took out the lighter that Xu Tong had buckled from his left breast pocket, and deliberately shook it in front of Xu Tong's eyes.

The direction of Xu Tong's eyebrow line changed quickly.

"It doesn't take long to talk, so it's better not to smoke."

"it is good."

A smile floated in Xing An's eyes, he put the cigarette case and the lighter back into his pocket, and looked at Xu Tong on the co-pilot whose elbows were awkwardly curved.

"The audition starts at..."

Sure enough, as he expected, after his eyes touched, the other party quickly avoided his sight.

Xing An curled his lips silently, seized this moment, stretched his arms and fastened the seat belt of the co-pilot, held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, all the movements were done in one go.

"fraud!"

"Hey, let's go have breakfast first and then talk."

"Stop! I'm going down!"

"Xiaotong. You know how serious my hypoglycemia is."

Xu Tong, who had just been untied, stopped resisting after hearing this, and buckled the seat belt back in silence, turning his head to stare at the scenery outside the car window.

The 10-minute drive is neither short nor long. Xing An parked the car at the entrance of an antique alley, got out of the car and opened the passenger door, then bent down to take out the coat on the back seat and put it on Xu Tong who was wearing thin clothes. good.

"The road is not very long, and we will arrive soon."

Xing An walked in front, leading the way around in the alley, taking advantage of his height advantage from time to time, turning his head to peek at the other party's reluctant expression, and led Xu Tong into a shop with a smile.

"Xiao An is here, sit down quickly."

Xing An responded to the old woman's warm greeting with a smile, and let out the person behind him.

"Grandma, look who I brought here."

"Oh, isn't this Xiaotong? You really found it! Sit inside!"

Xing An turned around and pulled the dangling coat sleeve, and made a "please" gesture to Xu Tong who was still shaking.

"Grandma, we are still the same."

"Sit down first, I'll be here soon!"

Xing An followed Xu Tong to a seat in the corner, and received the heavy glance from the other party.

Two bowls of steaming wontons in chicken soup arrived quickly, one with extra dried shrimps and the other with coriander.

Xing An took away the bowl of wontons with extra coriander, bowed his head and filled one to his mouth.

The business in the store was not so good, and soon the surrounding area became lively. Neither Xing An nor Xu Tong spoke first, but the two bowls of wontons were all empty with no soup left.

The wontons in this store were the favorite "roadside stall" breakfast for Xing An and Xu Tong when they were students. The owner's grandmother personally witnessed the youth of Xing An and Xu Tong from co-existence to separation.

So many years have passed, many things and many people have changed, but the deliciousness of the bowl of wontons in front of me has never changed.

Xing An put down the bowl and chopsticks, and saw Xu Tong bit his lower lip between his brows forcefully and quietly, staring at the empty bowl in front of him, and squeezed out words from his throat——

"Can you talk now?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning."

After getting the answer, Xu Tong got up and walked out without looking back.

Xing An chased out the store door and leaned against the wall, watching Xu Tong's hurried back in his coat disappearing around the corner, with deep eyes, he took out a cigarette from his heart, lit it between his fingers, and exhaled slowly.

If the kiss in the car was deliberately blurred by the other party to make it unclear, then it should be completely clear after today.

time.

location.

script.

lighter.

coat.

Now there is another excuse for trying to get closer.

The cold equipment is attached to the side.

Ye Xi and the staff huddled together in the same car, leaving the playground ahead of Zhou Yichao.

Tapping his finger on the large screen, Ye Xi completed the regular debt remittance, and looked out the window silently in the happy atmosphere of deciding to have a dinner after the end.

"Please stop at the intersection ahead."

"okay!"

The driver's neglect for half a beat ended in the brakes after the turn.

Get out of the car, the weather in January is still so cold.But because of the scarf someone put on with a smile around his neck, it became acceptable.

Ye Xi let out a breath of cold air, and walked on the streets he was all too familiar with.

In my barely breathing life, peaceful wandering has been absent for a long time.

Stepping briskly across the street corner and stepping on the white zebra crossing, Ye Xi put his hands in his pockets on both sides with a smile, and jumped into the sidewalk across the road before the countdown ended.

Cold weather calls for a hot drink.

Ye Xi lined up to buy two cups of brown sugar pearl milk tea, one cup of whole sugar to take away, and one cup to put in a straw and deliver to his mouth.

Even half sugar is still sweet, but it's kind of understandable why someone has such a sweet tooth.

Because it really makes you feel happy.

Walking 500 meters further from the drink shop, it was the place where I reunited with Zhou Yichao.

The illegally employed coffee shop had its original signboard removed and turned into a beautifully decorated gift shop.

The dark blue pen body in the transparent glass window shone with fragments of light under the warm sunlight, like shining fragments in the tide.

Without any hesitation, Ye Xi went into the store and bought this fountain pen, watching the clerk put it into an exquisite gift box and tie it with a beautiful bow, and finally it stayed in his palm.

The temperature inside the store was in stark contrast to the outside. Ye Xi, who had originally planned to walk for a while, resolutely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to hang out.

The shoes that Zhou Yichao wore out this morning were neatly stacked in the entrance. Ye Xi threw the gift bag alone, opened the padded jacket and tore off the scarf as a cover, and took the pocket of the milk tea Tibetan padded jacket into the living room.

Zhou Yichao was sitting in front of the dining table, looking at him eagerly like a big dog since he entered the door, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his lips were pressed down faintly.

"I'm hungry."

Ye Xi remained silent on purpose, picked up the coffee table and took a sip of the water cup that Zhou Yichao had poured for him in advance.

It's already warm.

It came back sooner than I thought.

"I'm very hungry."

Ye Xi pretended to be perfunctory with a "hmm", and walked to the kitchen naturally with his empty water glass.

"I got up early in the morning to shoot and didn't even drink my saliva, and now I'm hungry and no one cares...how can I be so pitiful..."

The invisible dog ear on Zhou Yichao's head drooped again, Ye Xi suppressed a smile and put down the empty water glass, walked to Zhou Yichao and stood still.

"Close your eyes."

"If you close it and open it again, will it turn into something delicious?"

The canine idol, who was listless just now, suddenly looked at him with eyes lit up.

I have to say that when it comes to food, Zhou Yichao is indeed too sensitive.

Although this time it's not for eating but for drinking...

"Understood, I won't ask."

The fine eyelashes were spread out like a small fan, Ye Xi took out the milk tea hidden in the padded clothes, put in the straw and gently poked it between Zhou Yichao's lips, and lifted the other's hand to put it on the bottom of the cup.

The floppy "ears" instantly stood up happily, Ye Xi couldn't help laughing, raised his hands and rubbed Zhou Yichao's soft hair, thinking it was Rua's pair of dog ears that didn't exist.

"I bought it on the way back. Don't drink too much before eating."

A cup of milk tea can be coaxed well, how can there be such a simple man in the world?

Ye Xi put on an apron, took potatoes, onions, and carrots from the refrigerator, and washed them.

"What about making curry?"

With a straw in his mouth, Zhou Yichao half-spoken out of breath, causing "what" to turn into a soft and cute pronunciation similar to "baa".

After Ye Xi washed the rice, poured in an appropriate amount of water, covered the lid of the rice cooker and pressed the cooking button.

"Well. Curry will be relatively faster."

Zhou Yichao looked sideways at himself with the straw in his mouth. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes were shining brightly, full of his shadow.

Fix.

The man in front of him is not only innocent, but also a little cute.

After the ingredients are processed, put the hot oil in the pan and stir-fry, then add water and simmer slowly. When the water boils, add curry cubes and turn to medium-low heat to continue simmering.

All that's left to do is wait.

The gaze behind her was too hot, and unconsciously, her cheeks had the tendency to burn again.

So Ye Xi coughed lightly, and pushed away Zhou Yichao who had been staring at him since entering the door——

"I put something in the entrance, can you bring it in for me?"

Ye Xi set the table and chopsticks, looked up to see Zhou Yichao leaning against the door, raised the gift bag with his fingertips and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Give it away?"

Ye Xi copied someone's lame lines back then.

"Because you brought it in, it's yours."

"Isn't it a pity to throw it away because it belongs to the item group?"

Ye Xi and Zhou Yichao looked at each other with a smile, and turned to look at the curry in the pot.

The dark blue pen body touches the rounded half-moon nails, like the white and pink shells on the beach rolled up by the tide.

The first time Ye Xi saw it in the gift shop, he thought so——

Sure enough, such a beautiful pen should be held under his slender finger bones.

Seeing Zhou Yichao's fondness for the pen in his hand, Ye Xi felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

The attractive curry is poured on the fragrant rice with white flowers, which immediately increases people's appetite.

Ye Xi took the curry and walked under the nose of Zhou Yichao, who was fascinated by the gift, and successfully seduced the hungry dog ​​idol.

"what."

Ye Xi held the spoon, looking helplessly at the expression of someone begging for food.

"How old are you, Zhou Yichao? Why do you need someone to feed you?"

"I don't have both hands free right now in order to carefully look at the presents my little rabbit bought for me, so—"

Ye Xi sent a sip to Zhou Yichao's mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yichao with a smile on his lips.

"Do you like it that much?"

"Well. I like it that much."

Zhou Yichao pinched the body of the pen and looked back and forth, the rich aroma of curry quietly wafted away.

The depths of the black pupils are like a gravitational universe, and just one glance is fascinating.

There is no such thing as exporting.