Xiangyu

When Qiao Yusong left from Shangrenli No. 6 Courtyard, the wind and snow were much lighter than when he came.

He was sitting in the van of the moving company. Someone drew a heart shape on the snow-covered window, saying "newyear, stillloveyou!"

The car moved slowly on the road, whether it was a heart shape or a word, it was gradually covered by snow again.But after all, it is much thinner than the surrounding glass, and the characters do not disappear, but only add a little hazy beauty.

The employee of the moving company sitting in the passenger seat received a call from a family member who seemed to be his wife. The couple was sweet and were meeting for dinner.

Qiao Yusong yawned, took out his phone, and the software notified that he had received a new message.

He clicked on the message, and saw that it was from Song Yuqiao, which said: I have turned on the floor heating over there remotely, and I will go to bed early in the future.

After reading, Qiao Yusong sighed in his heart. Although his smile was tired, it was a bit more at ease.

After all, he chose to continue walking with Song Yuqiao without breaking up.

He didn't know which sentence Song Yuqiao moved him, or whether it was neither.

He seemed to be waiting for Song Yuqiao to say something, even if it wasn't pleasant, as long as Song Yuqiao was willing to say it, he would stay.This feeling was born in his heart from the first time he saw Song Yuqiao in the morning.

During the days when Song Yuqiao was not around, Qiao Yusong comforted himself countless times, as long as Song Yuqiao came back.Before, the reason why he collapsed was because he always thought that it was just a consolation to himself, but he never expected that it was actually the fact and the truth.

As long as you can see Song Yuqiao, the grievance and loneliness before become nothing in an instant.Looking at the snowy world outside the window, Qiao Yusong remembered the winter when he first met Song Yuqiao.

He still remembered that when he gave Song Yuqiao a scarf, he saw the pale sky and saw a thin figure walking on the snow-covered street.

The snow was so deep that every step Song Yuqiao took seemed difficult, and every step he took seemed likely to fall down at the next step.

However, when Qiao Yusong stopped him and walked in front of him, what he faced was not a lovely and pitiful face.On that face, I'm afraid there was indifference since childhood, with "don't feel bad" written on it.

Song Yuqiao's appearance is ice, but his heart is snow. Qiao Yusong is often frozen to death in the cold weather, thinking that the snow is soft.

"Hanyun Temple is here, your home is in Qinshili, right?" the driver asked suddenly.

Qiao Yusong came back to his senses and replied, "Well, yes. Courtyard No. 1 in Qinshili."

"This location is good!" The driver praised.

He was so tired that he just smiled lightly.

Compared with Shangrenli No. 6 courtyard, Qinshili No. 1 courtyard is much deserted.

There is almost no New Year's atmosphere here, except for a few red lanterns hanging high at the gate of the compound, there are only various posters and slogans for spiritual civilization construction in the courtyard.

In the past, Qiao Yusong heard that most of the houses in this courtyard were empty, and the owners were all in Western City or other bases, and they were not at home all year round.Therefore, compared to Shangrenli, it is not as popular here. The neighborhood supermarket, fruit shop, and convenience store are all self-service.

Since the floor heating has been turned on remotely, the room is very warm, but because the windows have not been opened for a long time to allow the wind to pass through, there is a faint smell of dust in the house, which is very stuffy.

Qiao Yusong rambled, asking the porter to put all his luggage in the house. He wanted to pour them a cup of hot tea to comfort them, but he didn't know when the kettle was used last time, so he had to give up.

Qiao Yusong sent them to the elevator entrance, and said politely: "Thank you, please go slowly."

"Go back! Have a great New Year!" The slightly older porter said with a smile.

Although he knew it was a polite remark, Qiao Yusong was still a little startled when he heard it.He then smiled shyly and said, "Okay, you guys go slowly."

Obviously knowing that this house has been unoccupied for a long time, if I really want to live in it, I have to tidy it up a bit.But Qiao Yusong was already disheartened and didn't want to move any more.

He lifted the coverlet and quickly lay down on the bed.

The four-piece bedding set was chosen by him and Song Yuqiao during the Chinese New Year the year before last.The beige cotton blended cashmere fabric is very warm, and I haven't slept a few times, and I can still smell the unique smell of the new product.

Qiao Yusong opened Moments, and a heavy snowfall and a long vacation gave many people the opportunity to show their photos and life.He saw a short video of Ji Weini playing with her husband and daughter in the snow, a photo of Jiang Qing and her girlfriend at the foot of Mount Fuji, Jin Meixi making dumplings at her boyfriend's house in Xijin, and even Ji Ziyou who had been transferred from Beihang's Xijin base. , also shared a photo of having dinner with his lover.

This is the moment Qiao Yusong is often most afraid of.

Qiao Yusong clicked "Like" every status that showed happiness, exited the Moments interface, and saw that the conversation column at the top of the chat interface was a conversation with Song Yuqiao, because Song Yuqiao sent him a message not long ago.

That day Qiao Yusong left Song Yuqiao's house with a suitcase, and at the same time canceled the original conversation.On New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, there were a lot of New Year's greetings and greeting messages, and more and more, the dialogue bar with Song Yuqiao soon sank to the bottom, unable to be displayed on the initial screen interface.

Now, looking at the dialogue bar that reappeared at the top, Qiao Yusong finally understood: the relationship between him and Song Yuqiao has always been like this.

Fate did not give them many opportunities, their personalities were different, they didn't have many topics, their work made them unable to meet each other, their social status gap made them criticized, and their lives always brought too much strangeness and bitterness. The possibility of space is like this dialogue column, constantly and constantly sinking.

They can only maintain such a fragile relationship with their own foolishness and reluctance to give up each other, and put the dialogue on top. Even if they know this, there will not be much content in the dialogue window, but there is such a Mandatory, just so that when they want to say a word to each other, they can find that name immediately; just so that when they want to feel love, they can feel that love is stubbornly kept in their hearts by themselves, instead of already being surrounded by people in reality. Disturbance unraveled.

Qiao Yusong chose to set the conversation to the top again, and replied to Song Yuqiao: Take a good rest.Be careful on the road tonight.

Because of asking the company for personal leave, Qiao Yusong had an extra day of leisure, but he was extremely tired after a heart-piercing experience.

On the phone earlier, Song Yuqiao said that he could only come back for four days this time, and the third day of the Lunar New Year was already the fourth day.If Qiao Yusong's guess is correct, Song Yuqiao will leave by plane tonight like the year before last.

Qiao Yusong's heart ached when he thought of the next time they would meet.He doesn't want to go to the plane, he has no way to be reluctant to part with Song Yuqiao after such a collision, even if he is really reluctant, but maybe for them now, the most important thing is not the enthusiasm after the quarrel, Instead, give each other a chance to breathe.

After sending the message to Song Yuqiao, Qiao Yusong fell asleep unknowingly.

The surrounding environment was very deserted, with the faint sound of snow falling.

Qiao Yusong slept for a long time, feeling like he had a big dream.When he woke up, he heard the sound of Song Yuqiao opening the door.

Qiao Yusong rubbed it, found the phone next to the pillow, squinted his eyes to look at the time on the screen, and was surprised to find that he had slept all afternoon, and it was already sunset.

He lay in bed in a daze, and after a while, he heard rustling sounds from the living room.

He was so frightened that he sat up immediately, got out of bed and looked outside, and saw Song Yuqiao put two bags full of ingredients on the dining table.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses, and called out, "Xiao Qiao?"

Song Yuqiao turned around, pulled off his mask, and said, "Wake up? I bought some meat and vegetables. Hot pot for dinner?"

Qiao Yusong couldn't believe that he would appear here. He stepped forward hesitantly, looked at the ingredients in the bag, and asked, "Eating hot pot...can you still catch the plane? What time is it?"

"I won't go back for the time being. They are worried that I will have a high fever and have an accident on the flight." Song Yuqiao let out a slight breath after finishing speaking.

Qiao Yusong was startled when he heard this, he really didn't know whether to be happy or sad, and asked, "Has the fever gone?"

"Well, backed off a little bit, it's 38 degrees now." Song Yuqiao was so tired that he pulled out his chair and sat down.

Going shopping with a fever.Qiao Yusong blamed in his heart, and said, "I'll boil you a pot of hot water..."

"Brother Xiao Song." Song Yuqiao suddenly called out.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Yusong stopped and turned around.

Song Yuqiao smiled weakly, and said, "I heard the little girls call me today, so I realized how sweet this name is."

After listening to Qiao Yusong, he smiled embarrassedly.

"It's cooler here than in Courtyard No. 6. When we live here in the future, it can be less noisy. The community there is too mature, and most of them are old workers. When it comes to festivals, the atmosphere is stronger than here." Song Yuqiao looked back out the window, as if Said thoughtfully.

"Xiao Qiao." Qiao Yusong couldn't help but stepped forward and cupped his face.

Song Yuqiao looked into his melancholy eyes and said, "I hope you can relax less by seeing other people's happiness."

Knowing his intentions, Qiao Yusong frowned and stared into his eyes for a long time, forced a laugh, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, tell me what happened to you over there. Don't talk about those secrets, anyway. I don't understand either. Just tell me, what do you usually eat, how many hours do you sleep every day, how do you celebrate the New Year, and whether there are garden activities. You...do you miss me very much when you see people in pairs. "

There was bitterness in his smile, Song Yuqiao thought for a while, and stretched out his right hand in front of him.

Qiao Yusong didn't understand why, and asked, "What?"

"Look, are there any calluses?" Song Yuqiao couldn't help laughing after finishing speaking.

Qiao Yusong was taken aback for a moment, and when he understood what he meant, he was taken aback and clapped his hands without thinking.

"It hurts." Song Yuqiao wrinkled his whole face in pain, and shook his hands, but the pain made his limbs look dull. Just shaking his hands like this, he felt that his hands would be dislocated.

Unexpectedly, he just looked up, and before he could say anything in the future, Qiao Yusong hugged him into his arms.

This hug was warm and powerful, making Song Yuqiao's pain very clear.But he didn't say anything, he was afraid that Qiao Yusong would let go and chose to remember the pain.

"I thought you would never cry out for pain." After a long time, Qiao Yusong sighed.

Song Yuqiao was stunned, hesitantly said: "Have I never called out?"

"Except when I hurt you." As he spoke, Qiao Yusong smiled shyly.

Song Yuqiao also laughed.

After laughing, Qiao Yusong felt melancholy for a moment, and said, "I can't tell you when it hurts. You should understand this feeling more thoroughly than I do. I can see you laugh and cry, probably in my whole life." The greatest honor."

Song Yuqiao listened in a daze, and frowned, "You didn't want to see me cry, so you said we'd break up?"

How could Qiao Yusong think so?Hearing what Song Yuqiao said, he couldn't laugh or cry.Knowing that Song Yuqiao was healed and his scars forgot to hurt, he pinched Song Yuqiao's cheek and glared, "So what? Are you not convinced?"

Song Yuqiao nodded, then shook his head again.

Qiao Yusong couldn't help laughing, patted his face, and said, "Eat more when you go back, there is no meat on your face, and it doesn't feel like pinching. I'm going to boil water."

"Oh." Song Yuqiao withdrew his hand obediently.

With Qiao Yusong's appearance, his mood seems to have improved a lot.Song Yuqiao looked at his back, still rejoicing in his heart that he could stay at home for a few more days because of this illness.

Obviously knowing that after the completion of the project, it is very likely that he will come back, but Song Yuqiao still can't make rash assertions. He is only worried that if there are still variables, it will make Qiao Yusong sad.

"Brother Xiao Song." Song Yuqiao looked at him with his chin on his hands, "Why do you always like to pinch my face?"

Qiao Yusong poured a cup of hot water, put it in front of him, sat down and asked, "Guess?"

"Look at me cute?" He tilted his head and asked.

Qiao Yusong couldn't help but gouged him out, and said, "Director Song, you're 30 years old, can you be a little self-aware?"

"I think so too. My face has never been fleshy." Song Yuqiao picked up the water glass and blew air on the surface of the water, and soon the water vapor covered his lenses.

Qiao Yusong watched him take off his glasses with his chin resting, thought for a while, and said, "It's not 'always', your face has grown flesh."

"When?" Song Yuqiao disagreed.

"When I was young." That may have been a dark history for Song Yuqiao. Qiao Yusong frowned when he finished speaking, which made Qiao Yusong even more amused, and asked, "Do you remember that your face was pinched by my mother?" ?"

Song Yuqiao still frowned and said, "There is no such thing."

But he nodded very positively and said: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. I was shocked at the time, and thought you would cry. Who knew...you are so harsh on yourself."

Hearing what he said, Song Yuqiao also remembered when it happened.It was the day they first met, in the mahjong game.

"We didn't meet a few times that year, but when we think about it carefully, a lot of things happened. It seems that no matter when we recall something, we can remember new things." Qiao Yusong thought, people often say that relying on It’s probably like this, “If I just met those few times, I could live for more than ten years. Thinking about it, it’s okay to see you less now.”

After he finished speaking, he smiled, and there was both bitterness and helplessness in his smile, as well as a lingering sweetness.Song Yuqiao watched silently. After hesitating, he lifted his spirits and said, "By the way, you called me 'Director Song' just now. I never had a chance to tell you that I was promoted."

Qiao Yusong came back to his senses and said in surprise, "Really?!"

"Well, I'm the deputy director of our institute now, and they call me 'Song Institute'." Having said that, Song Yuqiao took his hand and shook it gently, "In a few years, maybe I can be the That's right. At that time, you can stay in Xijin to preside over the work, and you don't have to stay there all year round."

Qiao Yusong was naturally happy for his promotion, but hearing him say so many inaccurate words, even if he wanted to laugh, he still showed helplessness when he laughed, saying: "'In a few years'? 'Maybe'? It seems that you really didn't get carried away because of the promotion, you are still so cautious."

Song Yuqiao smiled apologetically and said sincerely, "I will work hard."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong's eyes became hot, and he finally laughed before crying.He rubbed the back of Song Yuqiao's thin hand for a long time, smiled gratefully, and said, "You know? I never imagined that you would say such a thing, especially to an ordinary person like me. After all, there are many people like me, We may work hard for a lifetime, but there is no way to match one percent of your intentions. As long as you put in a little effort, you can go much farther than us. Now, you say you will work hard. Xiaoqiao, do you want to Where are you going?"

Song Yuqiao held his hand firmly again, smiled slightly, and replied softly: "Of course it's by your side."