dust in the chest

Lu Jiaming was stunned for a moment, but did not react.

"You said my wife would be blessed." Song Yanshu folded his arms, the corners of his mouth curved into an imperceptible arc, and his eyes were indeed more sincere than joking.

"Ah, that's of course," Lu Jiaming said as he walked out, "I'll go get things and clean up the debris."

"The vacuum cleaner and the trash can are here." Song Yanshu crossed his long arms, blocking his way, then grabbed him vigorously, brought him to his chest, and put his head on the opponent's shoulder.

Lu Jiaming was embarrassed immediately, blushing, and stumbled for a long time to say: "You... you... let go."

"I haven't answered my question yet. If you don't answer, you won't let go." His breath immediately ignited every cell in Lu Jiaming like a prairie fire after touching the skin.

But the perpetrator laughed like a child who succeeded in playing a prank.

"What, what's the problem?" The heartbeat from behind was beating vigorously, but it completely disrupted its own rhythm.

"Do you want me to remind you?" Song Yanshu's voice was mixed with a demagogic element, and his damp tongue wrapped around his earlobe.

With a jolt, Lu Jiaming suddenly broke free from the man's embrace with the strength he didn't know where, and ran into a bedroom as if fleeing, closing the door behind him.

Song Yanshu stood where he was, laughing at himself.

Still, is it too fast?But for this, I have waited for several springs, autumns, winters and summers.

When did it start?Song Yanshu couldn't even remember.Maybe it started from that tacky Maitreya Buddha, maybe it started from that sultry afternoon, or it started from the earlier evening when he was woken up by the teacher to answer questions while sleeping.

Probably because of his lively personality, he is always surrounded by three or five people.Song Yanshu really wanted to get closer, to bring that confident, nonchalant smile closer to him, but he couldn't get it right.Looking at him in the crowd from a distance, he felt as disappointed as a child who was not praised by his teacher.

Just look at it from a distance, it's good just like this.

But later, that face always inadvertently showed a bewildered and bewildered expression.Afterwards, even the chance to see him was rare.Every passing by is like an extra gift from God.He obviously still attends the same class and plays the same game, why can't he be seen anymore?

Probably, it's love.Song Yanshu struggled to accept this idea.

Luo Zhi was still chattering in his ear.Song Yanshu couldn't tell what it was like for this girl next door who had been clingy since she was a child, but it was probably a glimmer of light in the long years of loneliness.He didn't want to explain his relationship with Luo Zhi, because he had already explained it to the person he cared about the most, so what did other people think about him?

But, what can I do to bring me closer to you?

Lu Jiaming's running heart hadn't calmed down yet, he leaned behind the door, and heard the sound of "rumbling rumbling" in his ears, like a train speeding past.

Is that what I thought it meant?But why did he ask such a question?Shouldn't he find a woman to marry and have children, like I once imagined for myself?

Or is this just an irrelevant joke?But you don't know I take it seriously, do you?I mean everything you say.

The once hopeless pursuit suddenly appeared in front of him with an extremely clear attitude at this moment. Maybe, if you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again.So, even if it is a joke, I want to tell you: I have thought about it, I have been thinking about it.

From the inexplicable joy at the first meeting to the determination of my heart later, I always want to get closer to you, a little closer, a little closer.But I know this shouldn't be. Gradually, I am more troubled than happy. I am afraid that you will see my thoughts, and I am afraid that others will see my thoughts.So I have to stay away from you, and then stay away.I want to calm myself down and get you out of my sight and out of my mind.

But it's useless, even if you've been away for four years, it's still useless.The reunion after a long absence is just like an invisible hand, pushing away the dust on the land left for you in my heart.And once it starts breathing air again, it becomes more ravenous than ever.It tells me that only you are its only antidote.

Lu Jiaming took a deep breath, gathered his courage and prepared to tell the other party his answer.Opening the door, he saw Song Yanshu was still at the door of the kitchen, answering the phone with his back turned to him.

"Hello, Priscilla."

"Whendidthishappen" (When did it happen?)

"OK, I'll figure it out." (OK, I'll figure it out)

"OK, I'llbebackassoonaspossible." (I will go back as soon as possible)

"Don't worry about that. I'mamanofmyword." (Don't worry, I keep my word.)

"Bye."

Most of the courage that had just been packed was vented after this short few minutes of phone calls. Who is Priscilla?It's clearly a feminine name.Moreover, judging from Song Yanshu's tone and posture, she is not an ordinary woman.So, who is it?

Lu Jiaming hesitated for a while, and finally walked out. When he was about to pass Song Yanshu, he slowed down and repeated in his heart: ask again, ask again, ask again and I will answer you.

But when he squatted down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, Song Yanshu still didn't say a word.

"Let me come." After a long time, I finally heard him speak, but it was not the sentence I wanted.

Lu Jiaming stood up and looked at the debris on the ground, with the whole ocean in his eyes.

"Do you know who attacked me?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh."

Then they both broke off on the unanswered question.It's as if it wasn't asked at all.

Lu Jiaming went to work again.A few days away, nothing seems to have changed.

Clerks still greet him; papers and coffee still sit on desks in the office; sunlight still filters in through the shutters.

But he knew something was different.For example, the next door has become Song Yanshu's office; for example, instead of returning to his own home, he returns to Song Yanshu's home; for example, he can hardly control his heart.

Once some things have tasted a little bit of sweetness, I want to have more, and I want more. After I become addicted, it is already the water of encroachment, and I can't take it back.

Just like him to Song Yanshu next door.People who could only watch from a distance, now they can meet each other every day.Even, this person has some intentional or unintentional actions that make you feel that you are not worth mentioning to him.

Lu Jiaming didn't look at the file, but opened the browser and searched for a name: Priscilla.

The first in line was a Korean-American singer named PriscillaAhn, who ordered a song at random.Cheerful accompaniment and crisp female voices rippling in the office.

Comeon,

the day is ending.

And wear tired from walking over and under this town.

Look here,

the fight is starting.

Aswen the people are parting.

Oh my, my tired soul

Arewegonna figure this out

Arewegonna figure this out

Areweshy, arewesettingnewground

Arewehighwhenwe'rewatchingdowntown

Are different

Of course Lu Jiaming knew that he would not be able to find the Priscilla that Song Yanshu was talking about.He was just, just looking for an outlet, for his helpless heart.

After waking up on Saturday morning, Song Yanshu had already prepared breakfast: porridge, boiled eggs and a glass of milk.It doesn't look like it was bought earlier, because there is no plastic bag, and the porridge is also served in its own bowl.

When going to work, Song Yanshu always brings some things from the early shops outside the community for breakfast after running in the morning.Although this made Lu Jiaming very embarrassed, this feeling of guilt disappeared without a trace after Song Yanshu said that it was completely unnecessary and that he was just following along.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and the taste was a little familiar.When I looked up at Song Yanshu on the opposite side, I remembered that it was the porridge I ate every morning when I was hospitalized.

"Did you buy it or make it?"

"I made it."

"Oh... You also made the porridge in the hospital?"

"Ah."

After an awkward silence, Song Yanshu raised his head with an unnatural expression, there was still an egg in his mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow.

He seemed to have just realized what he was answering.

Lu Jiaming laughed, handed him the milk, then lowered his head and started to drink the porridge.

"I... just happen to be fine..."

"Ok, I know."

I know, at that time you would come to see me every day and give me the porridge you made yourself.When I don't know.

After the meal, it was Lu Jiaming who cleaned the dishes as usual, and it was done quickly without breaking a single one.Lu Jiaming was shocked, and even joked: "Song Yanshu, look, I've improved in washing dishes!"

Song Yanshu, who was leaning against the door, also smiled: "Well, I can work as a dish washer in a hotel."

Although it was rare for someone Song to say something that was forced to be regarded as a joke, Xiao Luzi still rolled his eyes: "You are naked jealousy, I think you don't know how to wash dishes at all, otherwise you will let me do it anyway." .”

Song Yanshu just smiled: "Let's change clothes later and let's go out."

"what?"

"Buy vegetables and eat at home at noon."

Lu Jiaming changed into a loose light gray pullover thin sweater and distressed blue jeans.Song Yanshu was still the off-white V-neck cardigan in the morning, with two black stripes on the cuffs, and a pair of khaki casual cropped pants.

"Handsome!" Lu Jiaming gave him a thumbs up.

Song Yanshu smiled, stretched out his hand to open the door, and when he stepped out, he saw Lu Jiayi and his mother standing at the next door.

"Mom, Chiayi, why are you here?" Looking at the two people's questioning eyes, Lu Jiaming was thinking about how to explain.Song Yanshu next to him spoke first.

"Hello, Auntie. I live next door. Jia Ming came to my place for breakfast in the morning."

His mother has never met Song Yanshu, so she just replied politely: "Hello."

"I still have something to do, so I'll excuse you first." Song Yanshu said to Lu Jiaming's mother, patted Lu Jiaming on the shoulder casually and left.

Lu Jiaming looked at the slowly closing elevator doors with some annoyance.

"What are you still doing, open the door."

"Ah, I didn't bring the key! Mom, you and Chiayi wait, I'll go down and find him, the key is at his house." As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called Song Yanshu.

In fact, Lu Jiaming had the key, but it belonged to Song Yanshu's family. Song Yanshu gave him the prepared key on the day he was discharged from the hospital.He said that just to take another look at Song Yanshu.The plan to buy groceries that had been promised was so ruined, Lu Jiaming expressed his helplessness.

When Song Yanshu saw Lu Jiaming chasing him, he smiled, a big smile.

Maybe it's because we spend more time together, Song Yanshu seems to have more and more smiling faces.

"Then what, let's go shopping tomorrow."

Song Yanshu paused for a while before replying: "Okay."

Later, Lu Jiaming knew the reason for his brief pause.He flew to the United States that afternoon, and before leaving, he only sent a text message: something happened in the United States, I will go back.Take care of yourself.