Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

It took half a month to close the door for renovation, and Dong Xun, who accompanied the workers to work overtime, finally installed the second floor.

He designed a spiral staircase in the middle of the first floor to the second floor, and all the handrails of the steps are made of glass.Although he couldn't see it, he still pictured the surrounding environment in his heart, and he firmly believed that everything was beautiful.

In fact it is.

His coffee bookstore is just like his people, like his pair of beautiful eyes, like his good piano, so beautiful and gentle to comfort the strangers who come and go.

On the day of reopening, Qin Jin and Bi Xi sent many decorative paintings, all of which were carefully selected by Bi Xi.

Dong Xun joked with a smile: "Are you trying to make me pay off all my debts to you all my life?"

Bi Xi ordered the shop assistants to hang the decorative paintings in different places upstairs and downstairs, while muttering: "This painting is still missing——Mr. Tan, why don't you go home and get some?"

Qin Jin took the car keys and was about to go home to pick up the painting. Dong Xun hurriedly stood up and said, "No need for Bi Xi! Really no need, it's already very good."

"Although I can't see it, this is really enough."

Bi Xi watched the clerk hang up the last painting, returned to the table and sat down holding Qin Jin's hand, the three of them chatted for a while.

Before leaving, Bi Xi said to Dong Xun: "Dong Xun, I used to think it was good to be alone, free and easy, and I didn't like other people always controlling me. It was an accident to meet Qin Jin. When will you be alone? People are not used to it, remember to tell us."

Qin Jin thought that Bi Xi was going to introduce someone to Dong Xun. It wasn't until he got in the car and took out the business card from the storage box in the car that he realized that Bi Xi had such a plan.

Before the call was made, Qin Jin pulled his wrist to confirm with him: "Bi Xi, do you really want to call Xiang Bei?"

"Since it was a misunderstanding, why don't two people fall in love and give each other another chance?" Bi Xi said.

Qin Jin let go of his hand, pinched Bi Xi's face, and said, "If Xiangbei doesn't change his mind—"

"Then I'll send Dongxun away, anyway, I have money."

Qin Jin laughed, and Bi Xi also looked at him and laughed.

From early summer to midsummer, another month flies by.

After the store expanded, Dongxun found that there was not enough staff in the store, so he asked the clerk to type up a recruitment notice and paste it on the glass.As a result, the next day after it was posted, someone tore it down, opened the door, walked to the bar and put the recruitment notice on the counter.

Dongxun was reading a book, when he heard the wind chime ringing, he faced the door and smiled and said welcome.

The person who came did not speak, but only gestured with the clerk, and the clerk asked tentatively, "Excuse me, do you want to apply for a job?"

Seeing that the man nodded and said nothing again, the clerk turned his head and whispered in Dong Xun's ear, "Boss, this man wants to apply for the job, but he seems—he seems to be dumb."

Dong Xun listened and planned to politely refuse.The man borrowed the clerk's pen to write and draw on the bar. Dong Xun wanted to speak but couldn't interrupt him, so he waited quietly for a while.

A few minutes later, under his entrustment, the clerk hesitated to read the content on the paper: "Dear--dear boss, hello... I am a helpless poor person, I can't speak, Many shops don't want me, I can wash dishes for you, I hope you can take me in, I don't need salary, I just want a place to sleep... Um, boss, look at this... .”

Dong Xun frowned, and before he could give an answer, he heard the man writing on the paper again.This time while he was writing, the clerk read out: "I can, if I can have one, I can just have a place to sleep... I can sleep in the warehouse, uh... I just hope that the boss can... take me in."

The clerk was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who couldn't move her eyes when she saw Xiang Bei push the door and came in. Seeing that the boss was a little hesitant at the moment, she helped Xiang Bei to speak: "Boss! Or just leave him alone." Well, it just so happens that we are usually busy and he can help clean up."

Dong Xun smiled and said, "Yaoyao, isn't he good-looking and in line with your standard for a handsome guy?"

Song Yao blushed, and waved her hands again and again: "No! He just—" Song Yao looked at Xiang Bei again, "It's really pitiful, the clothes are all torn!"

Looking down to the north, he was a little speechless.

He asked Xu Le to prepare a slightly shabby set of clothes for him. Only now did he see a hole in the hem of the clothes, a hole in the shoulder, and several repair marks on the trousers.

This is too shabby.he thinks.

When deciding to pretend to be a downcast mute and return to Dongxun, Xiang Bei also decided to let go of all the inexplicable paranoia in the past.

One hot afternoon, he was checking and accepting an important project on the construction site. The site was so noisy that he almost missed Qin Jin's phone call.

Since Dong Xun disappeared, he has answered every phone call, for fear of missing any chance to find Dong Xun.Finally, more than half a year after Dongxun disappeared, he was made to wait for this call.

Qin Jin told him Dongxun's current address on the phone, and told him that Dongxun was blind.He smoked the cigarette he had quit all night, sitting on Dongxun's bed and looking at his bright and gentle eyes in the photo until dawn.

When the sky dawned, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the bed, dreaming that Dongxun smiled at him and told him it was okay.

He was as sad as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows.

That afternoon, he couldn't help but quietly went to Dongxun's coffee and bookstore.He sat quietly in the corner, added a grain of sugar to the coffee in front of him, and stirred it with a spoon.

Dong Xun walked towards him, and his skillful movement of avoiding the table made him unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, almost opening his arms to Dong Xun to embrace him.

He finally held back, and when Dong Xun sat in front of the piano, the soothing piano music jumped out from between his fingers, and the turbulent emotions in his heart temporarily found an outlet.

Sunshine enveloped the gentle and peaceful Dongxun, as if the wind came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, kneading notes into it, and blowing into Xiang Bei's heart.

He sat in the store all afternoon, never taking his eyes off Dongxun.

Xiang Bei didn't dare to approach him rashly again, and didn't dare to recognize him as rashly as last summer.At that time, he would only go on a rampage and self-righteously hurt Dongxun.

Now, even looking at Dong Xun like this, he began to feel uneasy.

Dongxun is kind by nature, so he finally stays with him.He didn't ask him to wash the cups and dishes in the back kitchen, but instead told Song Yao to take him with him for a while.So Xiangbei dressed in rags and became Dongxun's clerk.

On the first afternoon at work, Xiang Bei did everything well.Song Yao dragged him to Qinqin and Dongxun, excitedly said: "Boss! Ji Qiu is so smart, he can teach anything!"

Dong Xun's hands stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped. He said, "It's pretty good."

His name is Ji Qiu, what a nice name.Dong Xun thought.

The store closed at [-]:[-] p.m., and the clerks left one after another. Xiang Bei tidied up the cups and put them in the cabinet. Dong Xun came down the stairs with a book in his arms. He stood on the edge of the bar, and Xiang Bei moved lightly He got out from the bar counter, holding a piece of cake in his hand.

Only then did he realize in embarrassment that he couldn't communicate with Dongxun.

Whenever he speaks, he will be exposed, and Dongxun can't see it when he writes.

"Ji Qiu, you—"

Dongxun never liked to live with other people. Now he realized that there was no extra sleeping place, so he said, "You sleep in the inner room. I'll take the blanket upstairs and sleep on the sofa."

As he spoke, he walked to the innermost part, and followed behind him to the north.

Pushing open the door, Xiang Bei frowned when he saw the furnishings inside—this is too simple.

He also thought of the prefabricated house where he met Dong Xun again after eight years a year ago. It was cramped and stuffy, damp and dark.In comparison, it looks much better here.But there is only one bed and one desk. No matter how you look at Xiangbei, you feel that Dongxun's quality of life is not very good.

Dong Xun fumbled to open the closet door and hugged a cool summer quilt, stood beside Xiang Bei and said, "You can live here, I'll sleep outside."

Xiang Bei immediately grabbed his wrist and almost said something.

He wrote in the palm of Dongxun's hand, writing the strokes as slowly as possible so that he could understand them smoothly.

- we can be together.

After writing, he remembered that Dongxun never lived with anyone.

Sure enough, Dong Xun said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll sleep on the sofa upstairs, you can sleep here, and I'll clean up the utility room upstairs tomorrow."

Although Dong Xun's soft words were addressed to himself, Xiang Bei still had a taste in his heart.

It's been a long time since he talked to himself so gently, and now he was talking to a "stranger" he couldn't see.

Feeling awkward, Xiang Bei wrote in the palm of his hand: Then I'll go to sleep upstairs.

Then he carried Xia Liang from his hand, pushed him into the room, and went upstairs by himself.

Dong Xun sleeps with the window open, it's not hot, he usually doesn't turn on the air conditioner.But there were no windows to open upstairs, and after Xiang Bei lay down for a while, sweat gradually seeped out, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which made him irritated by the heat.

He was about to go downstairs to take a cold shower, walked downstairs lightly, and then bumped into Dong Xun face to face at the corner of the stairs.

Both of them seemed to be afraid of waking each other up, and their voices were so soft that they didn't realize that there was someone opposite them until they met face to face.Dong Xun was startled, holding a fan in his hand and was about to fall backwards, Xiang Bei quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms.

Dongxun pressed against his heart and heard his heartbeat beating faster.

——This embrace is too familiar.

He frowned, Xiang Bei immediately let go of his hand and was about to take a step back, but he tripped himself on the stairs.

The two confronted each other in silence for a moment. In the darkness, Dongxun stretched his hand toward the north and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry to scare you."

Xiang Bei waved his hand straight, and couldn't help but want to speak again, he quickly covered his mouth as soon as he uttered a monosyllable.

He thought, really want to change the way of communication, hand writing is simply too slow.

While writing in the palm of Dongxun's hand, he watched his long black eyelashes twitch slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up and his brows were smiling.

- is your back okay?

After Xiang Bei finished writing the last word, the smile on Dong Xun's face gradually disappeared. He withdrew his hand and said softly, "I'm fine. I'll bring you a fan up here. It's too hot upstairs." He stuffed the fan into his hand Li, and said: "Go to bed early, I have to get up early in the morning to clean up."

Xiang Bei was worried that he would go downstairs, and insisted on sending him down. Standing at the foot of the stairs, Dong Xun said again: "Actually, it makes the same difference to me whether there is light or not, but I still have to thank you."

After returning to the room, he stood facing north for a long time, his back was so stiff that his legs were numb before he turned around and went upstairs quietly.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiang Beimeng was still awake, and barely opened his eyes when he heard the sound of water downstairs.He glanced at the time, slapped his forehead and hurried downstairs holding the quilt.

Dongxun was washing the mop. Although he was already familiar with the environment in the store, he still couldn't avoid the splashing water.Xiang Bei pushed the mop away from behind him, then leaned over to turn down the faucet.

"Am I quarreling with you?" Dong Xun asked.

Xiang Bei couldn't answer, so he sighed helplessly, wondering why he was so nice to his employees, who asked if they woke him up even though the employees were sleeping late.

After washing the mop, he stood by the door, pushed Dong back to the room, pulled him to the side of the bed and sat down, and took his hand to touch the bottom of his trousers.

"Ah, why did I get so wet today..."

Frowning to the north, what is today?Is it like this every day?

He took Dong Xun's hand again and wrote in the palm of his hand.

-I'll mop the floor, you change your clothes.

In order to express every sentence effectively and accurately, Xiang Bei wrote very briefly to ensure that Dong Xun could understand what he wanted to say.

Dong Xun nodded, and said: "Then you go and procrastinate first, and I will come out to help you after I change it."

Go out to the north and close the door, take the mop and go upstairs.

When I was at home, I didn't do much work in the north, and I was already sweating profusely after dragging the second floor.He came down with a mop, Dongxun stood on the stairs, took a rag and wiped up the handrail of the stairs.

When Xiang Bei saw him, he stopped him where he was, took a rag from his hand and wiped it up the stairs.

Dongxun took the mop into the toilet, and turned on the faucet.

As soon as he stood on the last flight of stairs, he heard the sound of clattering downstairs. He hurriedly wiped the handrail in three steps and jumped downstairs in two steps. Panting, he threw the rag into the basin, and stepped forward to pull the man a little further away.

Going north was tired and funny.

While washing the mop, he was thinking about how to express to Dongxun in a simple, clear and accurate manner that the eyes are inconvenient and these tasks should be handed over to him, without hurting his self-esteem.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill in his palm.

Dong Xun held a box of wet wipes in his hand and said behind him, "Is it very hot? Wipe off your sweat."

Xiang Bei turned off the water, took the wet towel he handed over to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and heard Dong Xun say again: "Actually, I have to do these things every morning, it's okay."

- Now I do, you rest.Northward wrote in the palm of his hand.

After thinking about it, Dong Xun said, "I'll clean the table in the future, and you can just mop the floor."

Xiangbei was noncommittal, picked up the mop and went out from Dongxun's side to mop the booth on the first floor.

The next morning, Xiangbei got up half an hour earlier and did all the work that Dongxun said he wanted to do.

When Dong got up, he twisted the rag, and found that the rag was still dripping from the faucet, so he went to the bar and said, "Ji Qiu, did you get up so early today?"

Xiang Bei was still tidying up the tables and chairs, when he heard Dong Xun's words, he walked over to him after setting up the last stool, and naturally grabbed his wrist and wrote in his palm: It's always so early in the future.

Dong Xun felt the warmth of his palm on his wrist, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly surged in his heart.He retracted his hand uncomfortably, and said lightly, "I'll make breakfast—eggs?"

After speaking, his thoughts froze.

Xiang Bei still wanted to grab his wrist to write, but he dodged it lightly, and heard him whispering: "The eggs are finished, let's eat noodles."

Standing in the narrow kitchen, Dong Xun was very annoyed.