Your Distance

There are many things in this world that are not true.

For example, Professor Bai Da said "discussion"-the two words next to the words, but it smelled a strong taste next to the handle.

At this time it is more than 6 pm on Monday. According to the plan, Ting Shuang will pick up Boss boss at the train station at 9 pm tomorrow night.

Countdown to death: less than 27 hours.

It was indeed his fault, and death was the right one. It was not wrong to die in the hands of Boss Boss.

Ting Shuang, waiting to be slaughtered, took a train for several hours and was still tired of the bird's breath in the hospital. He walked to the bus stop outside the hospital and waited for the bus.

The traffic on the road under the setting sun is endless. A full load of buses is parked in front of it. A crowd of people on the bus is rushing. A man in a suit is standing at the bus door with a trace of tiredness. He smiles and waves to the driver, saying that Just wait for the next one.

I don't know why, it's just a person who has nothing to do, but this posture makes Ting Shuang's heart move slightly.

He thought of Bo Changyi.

Although Boss Boss didn't say it directly, and didn't really show dissatisfaction, it is estimated that he might be really angry with his behavior.

It seems that he hasn't done anything for Boss after being together ...

It's always messy ...

Thinking about it this way, Ting Shuang thinks that Professor Bai Da, who has always been a solemn figure, actually needs the favor of his man, Ting Shuang.

So Ting Shuang went to Song Yi's house before borrowing a guitar.

Guitar began to learn when Ting Shuang was in high school. At that time, he was just playing handsome. After college, he often played in the school. Until later, he started to work. Without time, he stopped playing.

Song Yan didn't have much time to practice, and there was a layer of dust on the piano bag. He gave Tingshuang the guitar and said, "Why do you suddenly remember to play the guitar?"

Ting Shuangxin said: Soak a man.

Buddy you don't understand.

Ting Shuang was carrying the guitar, came out from Song Yi's house, and drove home.

The bus was bumping and shaking, and Ting Shuang looked out of the window. At a certain moment, the street lights of the whole city were on.

Miss the city.

Home.

Ting Shuang took the key and opened the door. The house was dark.

When I pressed the switch on the side of the door twice, the light did not respond.

He remembered that, because he had to go far, although he was away for two days, he was afraid of a safety accident, so he shut down the main switch at home before going out on Saturday morning.

He lowered the guitar, touched the black to find the switch box door, and pulled the main switch up, and then the light in the living room turned on.

Hungry.

Make something simple to eat, practice the guitar for a while, watch the content of the class the next day in advance, and then go to bed ...

As soon as he pulled the door of the refrigerator—a pungent stench rushed towards him, the viscous unknown liquid trickled out, and it quickly flowed to the ground, even dripping on his feet.

Fuck.

I forgot to close the electric gate, so I ca n’t close the main gate directly.

In this weather, the meat in the freezer can't stay at room temperature for a few hours at all. Now not only the refrigerator is terrible, but after the refrigerator door is opened, the room is rotten with rotten taste. If it is not processed immediately, the taste will disperse. Outside the house, it is estimated that neighbors who haven't seen anyone else in the past two days think that the Chinese student court died at home.

Cleaning the refrigerator is a personal effort.

Throw away the remains of all the creatures inside.

Remove all removable internal shelves, drawers, and boxes.

Scrub one by one to dry.

...

Ting Shuang was over ten o'clock when he finished his work. He was too lazy to go out and find something to eat. He took a shower and fell asleep.

He thought the electric switch incident was over, but when he got up the next morning, he desperately found that the impact of the electric switch incident was far more than the pain and pain of the previous night-the ants near the refrigerator had already become a disaster.

Most likely it was the liquid that came out of the refrigerator yesterday. His house is next to the garden, and the ecological environment has been too friendly for the reproduction of various small creatures.

Ants are crowded, winding and moving fast, and the only human scalp in the room is numb.

Ting Shuang had classes all day, and it was not until six in the afternoon that he held back the insects he bought from the supermarket to deal with the ants.

Half an hour later, the ant carcasses swept across the field, and Ting Shuang was smoked by the smell of pesticides, leaving only half his life.

He was about to get out of his breath, the phone trembled, and the screen lit up with an electric display: Boss Boss was again today.

This is the remarks of the new change of Ting Shuang yesterday, it can be said that the pain before the change.

Ting Shuang answered the phone: "Boss Bai, are you on the train? I will go to meet you in a moment."

Park Chang-yi said, "I was at your door and just stopped."

Ting Shuang said, "Why did you come back early?"

Park Chang said, "No?"

"Of course, of course ..." Ting Shuang thought to himself, was he saying that he would have dinner together, so Boss came back early?

Can't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

He was going to open the door to Bo Changyi. When he thought about the messy and pungent smell in the place at home, he said, "Don't come in. My family just finished spraying pesticides, it smells too much and can't treat anyone at all. I opened a window to ventilate and came out to find you ... "Speaking of this, he suddenly glanced at the guitar leaning against the wall." Hey, boss Bo, you go to the courtyard and wait for me in the garden. "

Park Changyi said, "What?"

"Ah, you go." Ting Shuang urged while pulling the zipper of the bag.

Bo Changyi said, "No," neither hung up the phone, nor Ting Shuang hung up. The two listened to the breathing of each other and the sound of footsteps.

Ting Shuang picked up the guitar, pushed open the window facing the garden, and sat on the window sill. In front of them, yellow tulips, pink roses and white bilberry flowers swayed in the wind.

Bo Changyi saw this scene when he walked into the garden.

The boy in a simple white t-shirt and light-colored jeans bent his legs, holding an acoustic guitar, and his eyes were all smiling.

"Ahem." Ting Shuang cleared his throat loudly, adjusted the strings, and said, "I'll sing for you."

Park Chang smiled and said, "OK."

I have n’t practiced for too long. There are not a few songs that Ting Shuang can sing, but there is a song that he has practiced a lot because he liked it before. He has formed a muscle memory. Now he can start playing by holding the guitar.

Flick your fingertips, and the bright sound of the acoustic guitar sounded in the wind.

Low humming.

"When you are old, your hair is gray ..."

While playing and singing, Ting Shuang looked up and smiled at Bai Chang from time to time.

Yeats' poetry is really gentle.

"When you're old, you can't move ..."

Ok?

Why didn't Boss smile ...

"Love the wrinkles on your old face ..."

Ok?

Why is Boss's lenses reflective?

"When you are old, your hair is gray ..."

Ok?

Why did Boss come here? ? ?

Ok?

Why did Boss turn around again? ? ?

A minute later, the doorbell rang.

Ting Shuang ran to open the door.

"How do you-唔-" lips were kissed.

Waist was held.

Soon, the hem was lifted.

"His—! Fuck, are you human? Rub your chest and rub your chest, and tear my wounds. Why?" Ting Shuang yelled in pain, "Lao Tzu changed his new plaster yesterday ... his ...

Fuck.

Which stupid company's wounds are so sticky ...

Lao Tzu's everything was torn off.

"Hmm--! Wait, wait ..." Ting Shuang struggled.

Park Chang smiled: "Old beast, eh?"

Ting Shuang: "No, no ... 唔 ——!"

The smell of insecticide in the room was pungent, and Bo Changyi pressed the court cream into the bedroom and closed the door.

After three hours.

The bedroom door opened.

Bai Changyi stuffed it back, pulled the zipper, elegant and dignified: "Your family can't live now. Pack it up and live with me."

Ting Shuang, covered with red marks, glared at Bai Changyi: "I won't go! Who will live with you! You this—" Pak Changyi glanced at Ting Shuang: "What am I?"

"You ... you ..." Ting Shuang shrank, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "... young ... beast."