Flight of the Bumblebee

He Qi walked out of the villa and told Xing Yan that he wanted to drink today.Xing Yan said yes, then I will accompany you.He Qi said that I might get drunk tonight, Xing Yan said it's okay, I'll look at you, you've been drunk not once or twice.He Qi smiled and said that last time you sneaked a kiss while I was drunk, don't think I will forget.Xing Yan blushed, and he swore that this time he would not steal a kiss, at most he would kiss him openly.

He Qi was originally smiling when he heard this, but after taking two steps, he sighed involuntarily.

He said that when he thought of going back tomorrow, he felt extremely heavy.Xing Yan said that he could understand his feelings. When he was young, he lived in Beijing. His mother’s teacher and father lived in the courtyard.

He Qi complained that he never told himself about the teacher's father. Xing Yan explained that he only lived there for a short period of time, and he forgot many things. He only remembered the white-haired teacher's father in the yard. With a long pole, he knocked down the apricots from the tree, and kept the biggest one for himself.How can you make fun of him and say that just one apricot bought your young heart?Xing Yan said, for a long time later, all I had was one apricot.

Golden, warm, in the cold childhood, there is only such an illuminated corner in memory.

He Qi couldn't help but hugged him, and then said, I am the saddest now, so don't compare me.

Xing Yan hugged him back and said that you are right, can I kiss you now?

How can I say no, I am full of anger and grievances.He leaned his head against Xing Yan's chest, and said with emotion: "It's so good to be in love, to have someone to hug you when you're sad."

Xing Yan said in a low voice, you should raise your head first, what are you talking about, he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, He Qi pretended to be angry and patted him on the back, Xing Yan hurriedly begged for mercy and said I was wrong.He Qi let go of him, and walked on the path under the night with his slippers on, Xing Yan followed, He Qi said that I want to cry now but can't cry, what should I do.

Xing Yan said that alcohol must be able to force your tears out.

He Qi said to him: "I miss my mother. My mother is the best woman in the world. Maybe she is not as beautiful or capable as others, but she has been doing very well. There are many potted plants at home. They are all dead now. When I first came back, I visited my old house, and the furniture was covered with dust. Can you imagine? My house used to be the cleanest and tidy among my classmates. She would clean it every day and then water the flowers Water, cooking, waiting for me to go home. My dad sits at the desk every night, turns on a small lamp, corrects the students’ homework, and never speaks. He is still awake when I fall asleep, and when I wake up He has already gone out. At that time, I didn’t need to think about anything at home, and I only knew to go out with my friends every day. Looking back, I’m really happy.”

When he said this, his face was full of loneliness, and Xing Yan didn't know what words to use to comfort him.No matter what Cheng Qi himself said, he wanted to cry but couldn't cry.It has been a long time since the sudden death of his mother has always been a thorn in his heart, and now the thorn is stuck in his chest, as if it was naturally fused with his ribs, and it cannot be separated no matter what method is used.

They moved a case of beer, why did he say that he couldn't drink much, this case was enough, Xing Yan was sad with him, so naturally he couldn't drink much.If he is also drunk, why is there no one to take care of him?

The beer is a local brand, and Xing Yan has never seen it before.He Qi said that Aunt Li wants to support the local industry, so she only buys this kind of beer.The taste is actually not bad, but it is not circulated and saved.

They moved the wine to He Qi's room on the second floor of the hotel. This was the first time Xing Yan saw the whole picture of this room.It was similar to his room next door, with a window, a balcony, and a bathroom. The wardrobes and beds were placed according to the same standard. The difference was that this room was full of smells inside and out.

The dried clothes on the balcony were not collected, and the bed was the evidence of getting up in a hurry in the morning, and He Qi never folded the quilt.

It has been ten months since he was in the same room with He Qi, Xing Yan's heart beat extremely fast from the moment he entered the door, he was almost moved to tears by the long-lost peace of mind overflowing in his chest.

He Qi didn't notice the change in his expression. He dragged the two stools in the room to the balcony outside, turned around and said to Xing Yan who was standing in the middle of the room, come here, sit down, and talk to me.

He sat over, He Qi opened a can of frozen beer and took a big gulp, sighing contentedly.He also opened a can for Xing Yan, handed it to him, and the two of them clinked glasses. He Qi finished the beer in the can without saying a word, and Xing Yan just took a sip.How can it be said that it is wrong for you to drink like this, you have to drink like me, and then you will feel it.Xing Yan dubiously took a big gulp, but felt nothing but the smell of beer.

He Qi opened the second can. He stood up, leaned against the railing of the balcony, and started talking more to Xing Yan.He said Haruko, don't look at her so cute, she is actually a cruel girl.Today was the last time she got together with that group of friends, and she was going to transfer schools next semester, but she didn't say anything to her friends.Can you believe it?After getting off the plane, those classmates who have the best relationship with her will receive a "notification message from Haruko" - "We will not meet again, goodbye to you".If I were her friend, I would never forgive her again in my life.

Xing Yan asked him how he knew.

He Qi hiccupped and told Xing Yan: "She told me when she was leaving today, she was on the first floor of this house, and you weren't there at that time."

"What else did she say?"

"I didn't say anything..." He Qi looked at the beer can in his hand, his fingers were wetted by the condensed water droplets, and he said: "She asked me to persuade you to go back to the stage, and also showed me Xiaoxiao's photo. She is now The change is really big, have you seen it?"

Xing Yan said: "When I was in Vienna, I saw her performance on TV. The style of the piano has changed, but it is still her."

He Qi said without confidence: "I think she liked you..."

Xing Yan looked surprised: "No."

He Qi glanced at him complainingly: "You still say I'm slow, why haven't you discovered anything yourself?"

Xing Yan said confidently: "She never told me."

"If you say your secret love, it's not called a secret love, and not every liking has to be said."

"I'm very glad that I expressed my feelings for you at the beginning."

When I think about the scene at that time, I can only use one adjective to describe it, that is "tragic".He said: "Anyone who is confessed like this will be shocked. Your method is not worth promoting at all."

Xing Yan smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, this method is not humane at all, it must be made into a negative teaching material, and it is always put on TV to warn children not to imitate easily."

He Qi was amused by him, and he said, "You can actually joke now? How did it change so much?"

Xing Yan stretched out his hand, took He Qi's hand that was propped on the railing, pulled it over and rubbed it gently on his face.

He Qi's expression became gentle, Xing Yan carefully kissed the back of his hand, then carefully looked at his hand, put it on the palm of his hand, measured it with his fingertips, and said: "Your hand It feels so soft, what is it made of?"

He Qi smiled and said, "Aren't you drunk?"

Xing Yan spread out his hand and compared it with He Qi's ten fingers placed side by side, and said softly, "And it's smaller than my hand."

He Qi said, "It's because your hands are too big."

He could feel a thin layer of calluses on each of Xing Yan's fingers, which was left by years of practicing piano.From a closer look, his hands are not perfect, they are too long, and some joints are even deformed.How could he have thought that Xing Yan had a pair of beautiful hands?It feels rough and hard to the touch, but looking at the hands from a distance, they are so slender and white, how can he still remember that he was even surprised that the homeless man could have such beautiful hands.

Xing Yan interlocked his fingers for a while, and then let go after a while.He Qi raised his neck, leaned his head back, looked at the stars all over the sky and sighed: "I feel like I've returned to that time, but the floors here are a bit low." Xing Yan took a sip of wine, and he agreed: "I feel the same way, as if I'm back on the iron roof of City S."

He Qi asked him if he thought about going back, Xing Yan smiled and said yes, if He Qi didn't agree to associate with him, he would go to the Baishui Bridge in S City to reminisce about his life.He Qi asked him whether the Baishui Bridge should be demolished. It has been so long, and a new bridge may have been built.Xing Yan said that when his brother went back this year, he didn't see the bridge, so it must have been demolished.

He Qi said that he didn't want to look back on his life, and he might not go back to S City.Although for Xing Yan, that city has a special meaning.The last time He Qi spent there was good, but bad memories still accounted for the majority.Forget about revisiting the old place, just let it stay in memory forever.

When he said that, Xing Yan didn't say anything more.For him, S City is the restart point of his life, without that time, there would be no him now.At the same time, he also understands He Qi's mentality. Before meeting him, He Qi spent countless lonely years in that leaky iron house. The nights on the rooftop in his memories were not all beautiful.

They drank a lot of alcohol and went to the toilet many times, until the alcohol content in their bodies gradually increased.He Qi's footsteps were a little floating, and he finally expressed his fear. He said that he was afraid of tomorrow's arrival, afraid of having to say goodbye to that house, and he had been working hard all these years not to let his mother disappear in his memory.He was afraid that in a few years, even he would get used to the fact that she was not around, no one would be able to remember her, and they would even pull out the old tree in the yard.What should he do?

He cried out in Xing Yan's arms, sobbing like a child.Tomorrow this memory may disappear, and he will not even remember what he once said.

This is the benefit of alcohol. It can make you do stupid things that you would not normally dare to do, and it can also completely liberate your long-standing emotions.

He Qi hugged Xing Yan hard, rubbing against his body.Xing Yan wanted to take him to bed, but he didn't want to.He said he wasn't drunk, he just wanted to have a good cry, but he didn't expect to cry while looking at the fucking room tomorrow.

The moonlight came in from the balcony, and the white curtains were blown like waves by the wind.The floor reflected a layer of illusory white light, even if the room was turned on with the lowest night light, Xing Yan could clearly see He Qi's bewitched eyes and blushing cheeks.

He was really drunk, even though he kept denying it.

Xing Yan looked at him and said, "If you don't let go, I'm going to kiss you."

He Qi didn't seem to hear this sentence, he leaned on his chest, weeping and caressed the injured area, He Qi remembered that there was once a shocking purple here.He asked softly, "Does it still hurt here?"

Xing Yan replied softly: "It's been gone for a long time."

If you don't believe it, he must have a look.As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of Xing Yan's clothes and lifted it up. Before he could lift it up to his chest, he tripped over himself first, took two steps back, sat down on the bed, and burped heavily.

Xing Yan walked up to him slowly, raised his confused face and asked in a low voice: "Why are you really not drunk? Do you know what you are doing?"

He Qi closed his eyes and obediently rubbed his palms. When he opened his eyes, under the moonlight, those eyes were extremely clear.

At this moment, he has no worries.

Xing Yan took off his shirt as he wished, revealing his white muscles.He Qi leaned up, hugged him, and whispered sorry, he said he didn't mean to hurt him, he was sorry, his heart was about to die of pain.He didn't know what he was talking about at all, Xing Yan kept comforting him, saying that the injury was healed, the bone was reattached, and now it doesn't hurt at all, if you don't believe me, touch it.

He Qi placed his trembling hands on Xing Yan's chest with suspicion, and the joyful heartbeat came from under the palm of his hand. The voice was so clear that even He Qi could hear it.Staring at the unharmed chest, he murmured, "Really..."

Xing Yan held his face up again, and those eyes were full of desires that he couldn't understand.He was still suppressing the rising heat, and tried his best to calm down his increasingly heavy panting.But how could it be possible not to notice that the temperature of the skin under the palm of the hand is changing quietly?They all knew what was going to happen that night.

Xing Yan said: "If you feel uncomfortable, let me stop."

He Qi nodded silently, he was a little worried, with bewilderment written on his face.When Xing Yan pushed him down on the bed, he was still thinking about the trash can he saw in the morning.

Xing Yan was kissing him, he could feel his size and weight, and the clearer heartbeat came from Xing Yan's chest, so he thought it was his own.

The wind poured into the balcony from all directions, and the empty beer cans discarded on the floor rolled and jingled in the night wind.

The white curtains rolled over the ceiling like ocean waves, engulfing him and Xing Yan.

Some nights are destined to burn with fire like enthusiasm, burning life, body, desire and soul.

Forever longing, always insatiable.

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