Midsummer of Eden

When the old lady saw Yin Jueming, she asked about the song he hummed.

"He is taking you. If you want to do anything in the town or go for a walk in the mountains, let him take you." The old lady pointed at Zhang Chi, "Speaking of which, have you been here for a while?"

Zhang Chi didn't speak, just lowered his head and ate the steamed stuffed bun.

Yin Jueming put down the bowl and chopsticks with a smile: "It's almost two months."

"It passed so quickly." The old lady sighed, "I came here back then, no, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"You still miss Hegang." Yin Jueming concluded.

Zhang Haiyin smiled and said nothing.The old lady naturally didn't notice Zhang Chi today, something was different.

In this way, since that night, Zhang Chi and Yin Jueming seem to have reached a certain kind of tacit understanding - in the daytime, they are high-sounding, and they play a good image in front of the old lady or everyone.At night, Zhang Chi would flip from his balcony to Yin Jueming's balcony while the old lady was not paying attention.

The lights in the bedroom and attic are always on, warm yellow, and Debussy's music flows out like flowing water.

If you listen carefully, the two people in the room occasionally talk in a low voice, occasionally laugh lowly, and occasionally, there is no sound at all.

Sometimes the old lady would feel that the house was quieter than before, without the sound of Zhang Chi walking back and forth on weekdays.On the other hand, the stored liqueur was unknowingly drunk a lot.

As for Zhang Chi, he was in the attic with Yin Jueming at the beginning, which was like a secret, closed space.

Later, when Zhang Chi turned up from the balcony, Yin Jueming was writing.That was the first time Zhang Chi saw Yin Jueming who was engrossed and concentrated.

He knocked on the door several times, but Yin Jueming did not respond.His writing hand didn't stop, and he didn't even change his posture.

He is like a whirlpool.Unknowingly, Zhang Chi watched at the door for two hours.

Yin Jueming didn't come out of this state until late at night. He put on the cap of his pen and raised his head, as if suddenly startled by the figure outside the window.

Pulling open the glass window of the balcony, Zhang Chi came in just now.

As soon as he entered the room, he picked him up by the waist, held him lightly while Yin Jueming exclaimed, let him sit on the side of the bed, and then took out a wooden bead string from his arms like a magic trick.

"What is this?" Yin Jueming subconsciously picked it up, but Zhang Chi peeled his hand away.

Zhang Chi held the string and observed Yin Jueming's hands.

Yin Jueming's wrists are clean, nothing is there, probably because of his writing habit, and he never has any miscellaneous things on his hands.He took off the only Longines watch, and now the platform is on the desk, tick-tocking in silence.

"Give it to me?" Although Zhang Chi didn't speak, Yin Jueming sensed his thoughts, moved his feet, and bent his eyes.

Zhang Chi's gaze fell on his bare feet again.

He squatted down, held Yin Jueming's foot, let his bare foot step on his arms, and brought the wooden beads to his ankle.

Yin Jueming pulled his foot out, moved in the air, and tilted his head to look.

The wooden beads are not thick, and each one is only a circle larger than ordinary pearls. They are made of beautifully colored walnut wood and have been polished. Many things are carved on them, which are rich in content, exquisite and beautiful.

Yin Jueming raised his eyelids: "You did it?"

"Do you like it?" Zhang Chi still pulled his feet into his arms, feeling the cold soles of his feet, and stretched out his hand to shake the wooden bead, "Take it with you."

Not responding to Zhang Chi's tone, Yin Jueming lay down on his back, feeling that Zhang Chi really climbed up slowly from below and supported him on top of his body.

The thin nightgown on his body was scattered on the bed, and the lines of his body were outlined by the fabric.Zhang Chi's eyes darkened, and he moved the wooden bead with his hand underneath, and then walked up Yin Jueming's straight calf, knees, thighs, and his hands were touching the lines of the body from the hem of the nightgown, and poked in.

The palm walked along the side of his body, and when it reached the top, Zhang Chi asked, "Have you worn it today?"

Yin Jueming's face was a little red, and he avoided laughing, raised his leg and stepped on Zhang Chi's chest, leaning against him to prevent him from getting too close.

Zhang Chi played with him, the more he pushed forward, the more force Yin Jueming put on his legs, pushing him to keep him from approaching, giggling.Zhang Chi held Yin Jueming's ankle, touched the string of wooden beads on the ankle that he made for him and brought him, the joy in his heart seemed to satisfy the desire of his body.

Yin Jueming was a little confused by Zhang Chi's touch, and wanted to pull his foot back and get out from under Zhang Chi's body.

Don't let go.

These days, he came to Yin Jueming's house every night, feeling a secret pleasure like having an affair.

I still remember that once late at night, the old lady suddenly called him in the house.There was a knock on the door, and before the old lady pushed the door open, Zhang Chi flipped from Yin Jueming's balcony back to his own balcony, pretending to be smoking.

Yin Jueming sometimes laughed at him, saying that he was like Romeo who climbed the window for Juliet.

"Then who is Juliet, huh?" Zhang Chi thought of this incident, and prevented Yin Jueming from running away, and acted recklessly with his palm under his nightgown, becoming more and more reckless, "Say it."

Yin Jueming was itched by him, begging for mercy while avoiding it, and finally turned over without paying attention, Zhang Chi pressed him on the bed from behind, leaned over and kissed his neck carefully.

After a few days like this, the two of them acted more absurdly and recklessly, but no one called to stop.

This delicate tacit understanding and balance was suddenly interrupted a month later.

Zhang Chi still remembers that when Yin Jueming first came, Qin Shuo would occasionally call, and then gradually lessened.During the month of their intimacy, they never saw Qin Shuo call at all.

As for Yin Jueming... In Zhang Chi's inherent memory, he didn't seem to have made a second phone call to Qin Shuo other than calling Qin Shuo to report the progress.

He wanted to ask, but didn't know where to start.

For the current relationship between the two, Zhang Chi is not willing to break this tacit understanding and balance.But time passed quickly. Seeing that Yin Jueming was about to end the four-month creative period in less than a month, Zhang Chi felt flustered.

Thinking back carefully, it seems that he knows many things about Yin Jueming, but Zhang Chi doesn't know anything about Yin Jueming's really important things.

Yin Jueming never talked to him about his creations, nor about his relationship with Qin Shuo, nor did he mention his plans after the four months were over.

Zhang Chi was restless.

So, after finishing work early one afternoon, he drove aimlessly around town.

It's open and it's here at Mingzhu Store.

Xue Mingzhu was counting the goods. He was wearing a small vest, holding a notebook and a pen. Lan Shan was beside him, as if he was helping.Both of them were a little dirty, maybe they had just worked hard last night, and their bodies were covered with sweat.

Seeing Zhang Chi's car standing outside, the two came out to greet him with happy expressions on their faces.

Zhang Chi looked between Lan Shan and Xue Mingzhu, and finally got out of the car and waved to Xue Mingzhu: "Mingzhu, come here."

Although Xue Mingzhu was puzzled, she handed the things in her hands to Lan Shan, and walked aside with Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi hooked his neck and took cigarettes from his pockets. The two of them took one each.

Xue Mingzhu smiled with a cigarette between his fingers: "Brother Chi, what are you doing? You have something to say, which makes me feel embarrassed."

The two of them drew closer while pinching their cigarettes: "I have something to discuss with you, and I will do my brother a favor."

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Chi went to the town very early, and Yin Jueming still created in a closed way, but this day ushered in the first visitor during this period, Xue Mingzhu.

Although Xue Mingzhu has a good relationship with Yin Jueming, she never visited her.Yin Jueming took him to sit in the living room, brought him some tea and fruit, and Xue Mingzhu began to pester Yin Jueming to talk to him.

Xue Mingzhu is smart and cute, and has always known how to mediate with others. Not only does she not have a closed-off rustic look, but she is simple and natural. She has an affinity and a natural desire to communicate with him.

Yin Jueming was talking to him, and he came and went gradually speculatively. Xue Mingzhu suddenly leaned on the sofa and asked about Yin Jueming's creation.

Regarding his work, it is bound to be unreasonable to talk to Xue Mingzhu, but Yin Jueming is very curious why he is interested in this.

"Because counting the days, it seems that it's time for you to leave. Brother Jueming, I can't bear you." Xue Mingzhu leaned on the sofa and rubbed her ears a little embarrassedly.

"I'll send you some delicious food in the future. If you want to visit the city, you can also live in my house." Yin Jueming said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Xue Mingzhu thought to herself, listening to Yin Jueming's words and looking at his expression, he didn't react at all to the matter of leaving. Could it be that the flow of water is intentional, and the flowers don't want to fall?

He asked again: "Speaking of which, since the time is running out, how are you doing with everything? It's almost finished?"

Yin Jueming poured tea, looking casual and relaxed, and didn't mind too much: "That's right."

Is it right?Xue Mingzhu thought again, is it finished or not?

"Will Mr. Qin come back to pick you up then?" Xue Mingzhu took the teacup and buried her face in the tea with a guilty conscience.

It was ridiculous to ask Yin Jueming: "How do you even know this? Brother Chi told you?"

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Qin has a good relationship with you, so he should come to pick you up... right..."

The more Xue Mingzhu talked, the more guilty she felt, and finally, under Yin Jueming's penetrating gaze, she couldn't speak anymore.

Yin Jueming sized him up for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Actually, Brother Chi asked you to come, right? Today."

Although Xue Mingzhu is good at chatting with people, her routine skills are really not flattering.Seeing that it was exposed, he simply said: "You have a good relationship with Brother Zhang. Although he can guess about your affairs, even if he doesn't say anything about it. But what he guessed, and what you said personally, it must be different."

"So he asked you for such an entrustment?" Yin Jueming's expression could not be said to be angry, but it was funny, "You let him ask me by himself."

"He asked you if you want to talk, why do you still use me?"

Zhang Chi would never have imagined that he would be betrayed by Xue Mingzhu when he turned around.

"Ask again, and I'll tell you."

Xue Mingzhu went to Zhang Chi that afternoon and brought him the exact words.But Xue Mingzhu always felt that Zhang Chi took this matter too seriously.

To be friends, or to be brothers, people don't want to talk about it, so forget it.The relationship between Zhang Chi and Yin Jueming seems to be different.

Talking about friends means something more than friends, and talking about brothers means something less than brothers.

Xue Mingzhu couldn't figure it out, but after talking about it, he couldn't figure it out when he saw Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi got Yin Jueming's words, and he was absent-minded all afternoon. He hadn't finished his things, but he walked back early before his meal.

Looking back now, I almost could have asked him.

He has a lot of things he wants to ask Yin Jueming.

It's just that the timing of this questioning was interrupted, and the balance between the two of them for many days was also interrupted.

He drove home and saw a car parked in the yard from afar.

The visitor probably just arrived and was getting out of the car with the engine turned off.Suits and leather shoes are handsome and rich in the eyes of girls.

Qin Shuo is here.