let him land

There was a pause for several seconds, as if time had been stopped.

Xie Chuan's fingertips scratched his palm hard, and he forced himself to say in a calm tone, "Zi Yuan, you're here."

Liu Ziyuan had a dumbfounded expression: "Ah, it's..." After all, he was just a child.

"Then you...put on your clothes first."

"Oh, oh, yes—" Liu Ziyuan rushed into the bathroom as if waking up from a dream, and closed the door with a "bang".

Alright, Liu Ziyuan has gone into hiding, so - what should we do next?What the fuck do I do next?Shall I explain but how should I explain the truth or—

"Xie Chuan," Zhuo Lidong patted Xie Chuan on the shoulder, and said gently, "I'm going downstairs to smoke a cigarette."

"Okay...okay." Xie Chuan didn't even dare to look back at him.

Zhuo Lidong went downstairs.

Xie Chuan's mind was in a mess, so he knocked on the bathroom door: "Zi Yuan?"

"Hmm..." Liu Ziyuan was only wearing a pair of underwear, his voice trembling, "Then, is that your colleague? Did he see it? Did I cause trouble for you?"

Xie Chuan felt even more dizzy, and thought it would be better if he was a colleague, so that he could still lie and say that he was my brother.But Zhuo Lidong—Of course Zhuo Lidong knew that Xie Chuan didn't have a younger brother at all, and he didn't have any brothers, cousins, or cousins.

"It's okay...you don't have to worry about this," Xie Chuan frowned, "Go back first. Do you have any money?"

"...Well, rich." Liu Ziyuan quickly got dressed.

"By the way," Xie Chuan sighed silently, "You leave the key to my house."

Liu Ziyuan put the keys on the coffee table, turned around and took two steps, then turned back: "Have you taken a fancy to your colleague?"

"...don't ask."

"Xie Chuan," Liu Ziyuan continued to ask, "This is the two of us, is it over?"

Xie Chuan was upset, but he still said patiently: "You are about to take the college entrance examination."

Liu Ziyuan scratched his hair: "Okay."

Then he left.

The second after he closed the door, Xie Chuan received Zhuo Lidong's WeChat message: "There is something wrong with the company, I have to go there quickly, and I will contact you when I am free."

Good, very good, Xie Chuan fell on the sofa and thought wearily, he is really a person who can be a senior executive.

Xie Chuan replied: "Okay, you are busy with your work." Looking at the conversation on the screen, Xie Chuan laughed himself. A few minutes ago he was still talking about mixing milk tea, but a few minutes later it seemed as if nothing had happened.

In fact, Xie Chuan never let Liu Ziyuan stay overnight at home, and even Liu Ziyuan seldom came to his house.The key was given to him at the beginning because he once forgot his own key at school, and his parents were out of town all year round. Unfortunately, the lock picker said that he could only go there at night to open the lock.Xie Chuan was working overtime that day, so he gave Liu Ziyuan the keys to his house and asked him to go to his house to sit for a while.

But is it useful to explain such a lot?Originally, he and Liu Ziyuan were not in a serious relationship.Besides, besides, Zhuo Lidong is a smart person, he has made it clear that he wants to pretend not to know.Just pretend, I understand—from Zhuo Lidong's point of view, there is really no need to know too much about Xie Chuan, a "not very familiar friend".

Xie Chuan was lying on the sofa, and suddenly thought of a question: maybe Zhuo Lidong had no interest in revisiting his old place at all.Yes, but what are the places of interest and historic sites to visit?It's nothing more than an old community where they lived.When Zhuo Lidong said that, he was probably just being polite—then why mention old Yongchuan?It sounds like it's true.

The more Xie Chuan thought about it, the more he felt stupid. He even became a little angry. What is there to "turn around" in the family court?The elders passed away and returned to their hometowns, and sporadic ones went to other places with their children; as for the younger generations, they were floating around like fluffy grass.Anyway, for them, Gancheng has always been a foreign land, or an unqualified hometown.People have left, and the family courtyard has withered into ruins with only memories. Now that it is Chinese New Year, I can no longer see the scenes I used to when I was a child: the window sills of every household are covered with bacon and sausages. After a period of drying, they look like dark red flags. .

Like people who will never come back, such a grand scene will never be seen again.

For a whole week, Zhuo Lidong did not contact Xie Chuan.

After the anger subsided, Xie Chuan felt sorry again, Zhuo Lidong finally went back to Gancheng, he didn't invite Zhuo Lidong to have a meal, but surprised him instead.Zhuo Lidong must have been terrified, right?Did he see it?I can see it, I must have seen it, and then the straight man of steel, seeing a naked man appearing in another man's house, and the atmosphere is so embarrassing, he should understand everything.

Judging from the current situation, the best solution is to stop contacting—of course, after a month or so, you can hypocritically send Zhuo Lidong a Wechat message: Are you still in Gancheng?Are you free to hang out?At this time, Zhuo Lidong should return to Shanghai. Even if he didn't, he would probably decline politely: Hey, I'm too busy to leave recently. I'll contact you later when I'm free!

This way it won't look too awkward, and it won't look too guilty.very good.

In a flash, it will be the end of October. In late autumn and early winter, the North China Plain has cooled down for several rounds.When Xie Chuan went out in the morning, he found that the trees in the family courtyard had become bare.Sniffing, he went home and added a pair of long johns to his jeans.

On the bus in the morning rush hour, Xie Chuan clicked on WeChat, and the chat history between him and Zhuo Lidong stayed on the afternoon of September 9.There was a lot of people around, old men and old ladies were discussing where to go to listen to health lectures, primary school students were discussing how beautiful a certain new skin in Glory of Kings is, and young office workers were chatting on the phone with earphones on... Xie Chuan looked down at him and Zhuo Lidong's chat records were not disturbed at all, he thought, it's been a month, and he should be able to greet him in a nonchalant manner.

So he sent a message to Zhuo Lidong: Lidong, when are you free, come out to get together?

Zhuo Lidong didn't reply until Xie Chuan finished his breakfast downstairs in the unit, then sat in the office and turned on his slow computer.

Shouldn't it?Today is Monday.

...Maybe I was too busy to take care of it?

However, Zhuo Lidong still did not return until another cold wave swept through Gancheng on Friday.

Xie Chuan understood in his heart that Zhuo Lidong didn't want to go back.Well, the hearts of straight men are really fragile.

On Friday night, Xie Chuan and a new girl stayed in the office to work overtime. The girl was in a hot relationship recently, and she couldn't hold on until 07:30. She picked up her boyfriend's call and complained: "It's almost the end of the year, There are so many things... What can I do? Brother Xie and I are working overtime together. We are all busy...Can you eat by yourself? I want to come back early too, I can't help it...Okay, okay, I will try to hurry up... ..."

She hung up the phone, and smiled apologetically at Xie Chuan: "It's so annoying, I'm so grown up, and I still need someone to accompany me when I eat."

Xie Chuan bit the bread in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Little Liu, go back first."

"Huh? I haven't finished this yet."

"It's okay, you send me your document, I'll do it for you," Xie Chuan swallowed the bread and smiled at her, "Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go back, you go first, the girl won't be late if she goes back Safety."

Xiao Liu said with joy on his face, "That's really troublesome for you, Brother Xie!"

"No trouble, go back quickly, the temperature has dropped again today, and it's windy."

Xiao Liu left, leaving only Xie Chuan in the office.

Xie Chuan is not out of favor, but he is really not in a hurry to get off work like other colleagues - picking up the children, cooking, dating... Xie Chuan is alone, so he thinks it is good to help his colleagues , everyone worked hard.

It wasn't until after 40:[-] that Xie Chuan finally saved the file and turned off the computer.He stood up and stretched his waist, feeling a little hungry, and the bread for dinner was really not enough.When he walked out of the office building, Xie Chuan glanced at the weather forecast on his mobile phone. The temperature will drop below ten degrees tonight.No wonder, the cold wind whistled and burrowed into the clothes along the collar.I'm going to wear a scarf tomorrow.

What to eat?There is KFC not far away, but Xie Chuan doesn't want to eat it.It's not because he's afraid of gaining weight, but because he's really tired of eating.

Counting forward—let’s say ten years—when my parents were still alive, when autumn and winter came, the family often stewed sour radish and old duck soup.Almost every household in the family courtyard makes their own kimchi. A round kimchi jar is layered one by one: soaked cowpea, soaked young ginger, soaked white radish, soaked pepper... pickled radish tastes best when used to stew duck , the farmed meat duck in the supermarket is not good, it must be the duck raised by the farmers themselves. The duck soup is sour and hot. If you drink a bowl when it is cold, there will be thin beads of sweat on your back, and your whole body will be wet. warm up.

Or even if there is no sour radish and old duck soup, a bowl of soaked cowpea is enough for dinner.When Xie Chuan was in high school, he ate dinner at school, but he was often hungry when he came home from self-study in the evening. If there was no food at home, his mother would pick up a few pickled cowpeas from the kimchi jar, cut them into small pieces, pour a few drops of sesame oil, and serve with Soaking rice in boiling water is simple, but very refreshing and delicious.

It has been six years since his parents passed away. In these six years, Xie Chuan has never had sour radish and duck soup once, nor has he eaten soaked cowpea with boiling water and rice once.It's not that he can't drink or eat, but he did it on purpose, and he punished himself on purpose.

But punishments come and go, and on such a cold and windy autumn night, the smell of those foods still makes him flustered.

Xie Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, planning to go home and make instant noodles.

When I came to the station to wait for the bus, there were not many people waiting for the bus at this point. A mother and daughter stood beside Xie Chuan.The girl looked like she was only in the fourth or fifth grade, and her mother helped her carry her bulging schoolbag.

"Ran Ran, what class did Teacher Long teach today?"

"Gauss summation."

"Understand?"

"Understood—" the girl curled her lips, a little impatiently, "Why didn't my dad come to pick me up?"

"He has a party tonight." Mom hugged the girl, "I bought you a cheese stick for tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I'll eat it tonight!"

"Hey, eating at night is not good for your health..."

Xie Chuan was so fascinated by their conversation that he almost didn't see the No. 302 bus coming.At this time, it should be the last train.

The bus gradually came to a stop, and Xie Chuan was about to walk off the platform when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.For a moment, doubts flashed in his heart: Was it a harassing phone call?Otherwise, who would look for him so late?

But no.

Caller ID: Zhuo Lidong.

Xie Chuan's heart trembled, he even thought that he was dazzled from looking at the computer for a long time—is it Zhuo Lidong?What is he?

He hurriedly picked it up: "Hello?"

"Xie Chuan," Zhuo Lidong's voice was heavy, "I have something to ask you."

"Ah? You...you ask." No. 302 drove past Xie Chuan, and a gust of night wind lifted his clothes.

"What's your relationship with that boy that day?"

Xie Chuan was silent.

"Are you gay?"

"...I'm sorry," he didn't know why he apologized, "I... am."

The other end didn't speak. For several seconds, Xie Chuan thought he was about to hang up the phone.

However, Zhuo Lidong smiled in a low voice: "Litian Hotel, 405, come now."