two quarters

In the early morning, the sky is twilight, and the window glass blocks all the small noises outside, leaving only the bright sunlight to penetrate into the window through the thin window screen, leaving a sharp silhouette of the window frame on the wooden floor.The sound of gentle breathing flowed in the room, and the two on the bed embraced each other and slept soundly.

When the hands of the clock steadily pointed to seven o'clock, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table just rang, vibrating silently and slightly, and made a clear and light sound because it frequently bumped into the solid wood tabletop.

A night without dreams.

Yuan Zhuohui woke up from the slumber. In the peacefulness, he subconsciously kissed the furry head of his lover in his arms.His lover grumbled, rubbing his hands in his arms to find a comfortable position, and fell into a sweet sleep again.During the movement, the pure white quilt slid down a little, revealing the mottled hickey marks on his wheat-colored skin.

Yuan Zhuohui couldn't help laughing, and carefully pulled out his arm that was numb from his lover's pillow, then got out of bed sideways, and leisurely picked up his phone to turn off the alarm.

He walked barefoot to the closet.

His muscular legs showed smooth lines when he walked, his figure was tall and straight, with a wasp waist and ape arms, and a few light brown scratch marks faintly displayed on the broad back.During the movement, the naked body is wrapped in the tailored and ironed suit fabric, and the wild and strong masculinity is put into a neat and gentle appearance, revealing another kind of refined and ascetic charm.

There is no doubt that the perennial exercise has kept him in excellent shape at the age of 34.

……

When Yan Jia woke up to the rustle of cloth rubbing against each other, the place beside her was still warm.His ignorant eyes turned around the room, and finally fell on the man standing in front of the closet not far away.

"Did it wake you up?" Yuan Zhuohui noticed the movement on the bed, straightened his sleeves and asked, his voice had a low hoarse voice that was unique to the morning.

"No..." Yan Jia shook her head and replied, only then did she realize that her throat was tight and her voice was extremely hoarse.Maybe because he felt a little cold, he retracted his arms that were hanging outside the quilt, buried his whole body under the quilt with only one head exposed, and repeated in a low voice, "No."

Hearing Yan Jia's hoarse voice, Yuan Zhuohui couldn't help but frowned, and walked towards the bed, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

He reached out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, but Yan Jia slid it down and dodged it.Maybe it's because he hasn't woken up yet, but Yan Jia looked at him, his eyes still sleepy, and his lazy voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

"Well, it's okay. Just sleepy."

The worry on Yuan Zhuohui's face remained undiminished, and he put the back of his hand on Yan Jia's forehead to feel the temperature, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief.He still urged uneasy, "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

"Ok, I know."

"I'm going to buy you a bowl of porridge, do you want anything else?"

"no need……"

"Don't sleep for too long, you will get dizzy when you wake up."

"Okay, okay, you go to work quickly, I'm not a child... let me sleep a little longer." Yan Jia was impatient.He pulled the quilt over his head angrily, wrapped himself up, closed his eyes and fell asleep, not wanting to pay attention to this nagging man.

Yuan Zhuohui smiled helplessly, and tucked the quilt up for him.

"Yuan Zhuohui—"

The child nestled under the quilt suddenly called his name, and poked his head out when the bedroom door was about to be closed.Seeing Yuan Zhuohui looking over suspiciously as expected, Yan Jia suddenly lowered his eyes again, faltering and saying nothing.

Amused by this childish behavior, I guess he might be embarrassed.Yuan Zhuohui stopped closing the door, his soft voice was full of smiles.

"See you in the afternoon, Jiajia."

·

The company's work tasks are as heavy as ever. After the routine morning meeting, a large amount of data and decisions are waiting to be processed.Yuan Zhuohui had been busy all morning, and finally had time to sneak in during his lunch break.

As soon as he turned on his phone, a text message rushed into the inbox without delay.It was from Yan Jia.

[I'm awake and ready to go out for food! O(∩_∩)O]

[Don't eat too greasy. 】

Yuan Zhuohui pressed the keyboard with one hand, and the fingers of the word selection hesitated on the screen for a moment, and finally attached a "(^-^)" expression at the end of the sentence.The walls of the elevator were clean and bright, illuminating his gradually softening expression.Yuan Zhuohui thought about it for a while, and felt uneasy about Yan Jia's gluttony, so he made another phone call.

When the call was connected, the background sound was the noise typical of a busy city.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jia's voice was a little surprised.

"Is your throat still hurting?"

"No." The initial surprise dissipated quickly, and Yan Jia teased, "You called me at this time, did you miss me?" When he spoke, Yuan Zhuohui felt that he could even imagine this time He had a small sly smile on his face.

With a smile swallowed in his throat, Yuan Zhuohui kept his voice serious and answered very frankly, "Yeah, I miss you." As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing softly.

Hearing something like "Welcome" from over there, he thought that Yan Jia had already arrived at the restaurant, so he paused and said, "If you're not feeling well, don't eat spicy food, and I will be the one who will feel uncomfortable. "

The breath on the other end of the phone stagnated, and after half a ring, Yuan Zhuohui heard Yan Jia's low-pitched response, with three parts shyness and seven parts reproach, "...it's not uncomfortable."

Yuan Zhuohui couldn't help laughing.

Afraid that he would say something that would cause people to blush, Yan Jia hurriedly continued, "Well, my brother has booked a high-speed rail ticket for me, the train at 03:30 in the afternoon, and I will leave later."

"Caifeng or...?"

"Caifeng. I'll leave after dinner."

Yan Jia is a well-known photographer. Yuan Zhuohui has become accustomed to his need to run around from time to time, so he just told me, "Okay, tell me before you get in the car, pay attention to safety on the road. Also, sit in a chair." If you feel uncomfortable, remember to bring a cushion."

"...Understood!" Yan Jia responded quickly and hung up the phone in a hurry.

A busy tone of "dudu" came, Yuan Zhuohui looked at the words "call ended" displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, the corners of his lips rose, and he couldn't help thinking of his obedient appearance in his arms last night. slightly itchy.

Witnessing the whole process of Yuan Zhuohui's call, Xiao Liu, his assistant who took the elevator with him, said that single dogs are about to be blinded.Relying on his good relationship with Yuan Zhuohui in private, he joked, "Brother Yuan, you haven't gotten enough of your little lover on weekends."

Yuan Zhuohui didn't answer this question, but raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Have you changed the document you typed back earlier?"

"……not yet."

·

There was no one at home, so Yuan Zhuohui simply worked overtime until late at night before returning home.He turned on the light in the living room, and the warm orange light sprinkled from the ceiling, and as expected, he saw an empty room.

Yuan Zhuohui walked straight in.Sure enough, according to Yan Jia's habit, Yuan Zhuohui found the note he left for himself on the dining table.

The white paper was pressed by an empty white porcelain mug, and the black handwriting on it was written very seriously one stroke at a time.

[I'm leaving, don't miss me. 】

There is also a line of small characters below: "I am not feeling sick!" The exclamation mark is particularly deep in ink, and it seems that the owner of the handwriting has repeatedly drawn it several times.

It just looks a bit naive, after writing so many sheets of paper, I haven't seen him improve his handwriting.

Yuan Zhuohui thought it was funny after reading it, but he still spread out the note and put it in an iron box on the refrigerator.He still remembers the first time he received a note and threw it away, but Yan Jia who came back halfway accused him of being "uninterested".

But now, in that exquisite and small iron box, notes like this have been piled up very thickly.

·

Days passed by, and Yuan Zhuohui hadn't contacted Yan Jia for nearly three weeks in a blink of an eye.Outgoing calls were not answered, text messages sent were answered in the first few days, and the rest disappeared like stone and sea.

In fact, this kind of situation is not uncommon during the three years that Yuan Zhuohui and Yan Jia have been in love. Maybe the child in his family went crazy to some deep mountain and old forest when he was collecting music.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhuohui was not very worried, but a little irritable.

Anxiety of desire and dissatisfaction.

……

One weekend, Yuan Zhuohui was bored and wanted to tidy up the house on a whim—the housekeeper was responsible for the cleaning on weekdays, and he just wanted to move the decorations.It was Yan Jia's idea to put the scale on the refrigerator. When Yuan Zhuohui was about to take it down, he accidentally knocked over the paper box next to it that contained the note.

The edges and corners of the metal hit the wooden floor with a "bang", leaving a shallow concave mark.Papers of various colors were scattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

Yuan Zhuohui looked at the positive and negative notes all over the floor, and couldn't help feeling a little dizzy, so he had to squat down to clean them up.

But when his gaze swept over some of the exposed words, Yuan Zhuohui couldn't help laughing again when he saw the various and weird contents on it.He carefully put them back into the iron box one by one, slightly worried that Yan Jia would blame himself for not arranging them in chronological order.

While distracted and letting his thoughts wander, Yuan Zhuohui picked up the latest note absently, and when he was about to put it into the box, he suddenly gave a hand.He stared at the writing on it for a while, and then carefully compared it with the rest of the writing, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong.

The obviously shrunken font, the overly correct posture, and the overly obvious strokes of the word "serve" at the end of the sentence...

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it was made by Yan Jia.

Yuan Zhuohui was taken aback by his own thoughts.

...how could it not be?