In summer like autumn

Seeing that there were only two days before the start of the spring semester, Xia Yiqun said goodbye to Gu Zhihang and David, and returned to his residence.

It was already night when Xia Yiqun returned to the apartment.After tidying up briefly and changing into the home clothes he often wears in the house, Xia Yiqun poured a glass of warm water and walked to the window.

There was light rain pattering outside the window.

Xia Yiqun looked at his own shadow in the window glass, and began to pay attention to the clothes on his body.Xia Yiqun is a bit picky about close-fitting clothes, and likes to wear old things that he is used to.When Wen Qiu helped him pack his luggage, he deliberately stuffed this set of clothes together with several clothes that Xia Yiqun often wore.

Wen Qiu also wore this dress, more than once or twice.After the two had lingered on the bed, Wen Qiu was afraid of catching cold, so he always found a piece of clothing to put on.Many times, he would abandon his pajamas and insist on wearing Xia Yiqun's pajamas.

Xia Yiqun said, "Why are you wearing mine?"

Wen Qiu wrapped his clothes tighter and rolled on the bed: "I want to stain all your clothes with my scent!"

Xia Yiqun stretched out his hand to pull him: "Come on, you wear this, what should I wear?"

Wen Qiu avoided it, and said with a smile, "You wear mine!"

Xia Yiqun also laughed: "Your dress is too small, I don't feel comfortable wearing it. You are forcing me to be naked!"

Wen Qiu turned over, slipped back into Xia Yiqun's arms, and said with a malicious smile: "It's useless if you put on your clothes! You will definitely have to take them off again when you wake up tomorrow morning. Can I just save you trouble?"

This narrow look often makes Xia Yiqun act like a beast on the spot: "Then you don't wear it too, it will save me trouble!" After speaking, he moved and stretched out his hand to peel off the clothes on Wen Qiu's body.

Wen Qiu was shocked: "You, you... You bastard... How do you still have the strength... Brother Yiqun... Don't... Mmm... Ah..."

The quilt covering the two of them rose and fell, and Wen Qiu's voice also changed from anger to pleading, and then from pleading to tactful during the ups and downs.

In the end, the two of them exhausted their energy, and finally they didn't wear anything, their skins were pressed together, and they hugged each other and slept until dawn.

Xia Yiqun lowered his head, trying to find the breath left by Wen Qiu on his neckline.He finally understood why he always liked to sniff Qiu's neckline inadvertently, lingering repeatedly on his white and warm neck.At the beginning, he couldn't let go of Wen Qiu, not because he and Gu Zhihang had similar facial features, on the contrary, as time passed, he felt more and more that they were very different in appearance.He would not confuse the two in bed long ago, he just felt a little inconceivable that Wen Qiu's aura was so similar to that of Gu Zhihang back then.

Who knew that this breath came from Wen Qiu.That was Xia Yiqun's most nostalgic taste, like a drug addiction, he got it since he was 17 years old, and never quit.

Xia Yiqun finally understood why Wen Qiu would always secretly look at him from the sidelines when he woke up early in the morning.Xia Yiqun would often cooperate with him at this time, pretending to be asleep on purpose.

Wen Qiu woke up, looking at Xia Yiqun with his eyes closed with great nostalgia, just watching quietly for a while, and then, like that summer, he stretched out his hand to cover Xia Yiqun's forehead.

The first time I met you, I liked you.

Xia Yiqun thought that Wen Qiu was talking about the meeting in Qiushi middle school.At that time, he rushed up to grab Wen Qiu, thinking that Gu Zhihang had returned, but completely ignored the expression on Wen Qiu's face.That expression couldn't possibly be the expression it should have when they first met. They had already met in Xia Tian, ​​and that was the excitement and joy after the reunion.

Xia Yiqun had never missed Wen Qiu so much.When two people get along, all the details are infinitely magnified in this thought, every detail makes me move, every detail makes me regret.

Xia Yiqun couldn't extricate himself from this sweet and painful memory.

Xia Yiqun sat in the apartment and looked at the computer. He leaned on the sofa, thinking about a formula in the paper.He was a little thirsty, and subconsciously reached out to grope on the coffee table, but refused to take his eyes off the screen. After touching for a while, he realized that there was nothing on the coffee table.

Xia Yiqun smiled and shook his head.How many times is this already?

There was no ready-made tea on the coffee table, nor was there a blue porcelain cup for making tea, and there was no Wen Qiu who silently placed the tea on the coffee table after brewing.

Xia Yiqun ran to the kitchen and found that the box of tea leaves he brought from China had run out.

Just a little tired from reading the paper, Xia Yiqun got dressed and planned to go out to buy something and replenish the stock.There are quite a few teas in the supermarket in Chinatown. Of course, it is also good to try the tea in the United States.Xia Yiqun thought about it, otherwise, he should buy coffee, and if he found something delicious, he would bring it back to Wen Qiu.

Will Wen Qiu be happy?Will you forgive yourself a little bit for this?

Xia Yiqun started drinking coffee this spring.

He tried all kinds of coffee, each of which made him think how could this thing be so bitter, how could Wen Qiu like such a bitter thing.

Gradually, Xia Yiqun savored every kind of bitterness, but there were actually more tastes.He didn't know what kind of taste Wen Qiu liked, so he started saving coffee desperately.As long as he thought Wen Qiu might like it, he would buy it. After a long time, those coffee boxes piled up like a mountain, and the number became quite considerable.

Xia Yiqun looked forward to bringing all these coffees with him when he returned to China, and then sent them to Wen Qiu all at once.After receiving so much at once, Wen Qiu would definitely pretend to be angry, blaming himself for wasting money.But soon he would happily put all the boxes on the carpet, line them up neatly, and squat there like a kitten, wondering which box to unpack first.

Xia Yiqun hoarded not only coffee, but also Wen Qiu's favorite books.He browsed the local second-hand book markets, large and small, and took time to visit local bookstores when he attended academic conferences in other cities, just to find various editions of famous works in the original language.

The most bought, of course, is "Around the World in Eighty Days".He found all the out-of-print items he encountered by chance last time.Xia Yiqun carefully repaired every hard-won book and wrapped it in a bookcase.I went there a few times, and the master who helped him repair old books got acquainted with him, so he asked him curiously, "Why do you buy so many of the same books?"

Xia Yiqun replied: "I want to give it to someone, that person likes this book very much."

"It must be someone who is very important to you who can make you worry so much?"

"Yes, he is my lover."

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