Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

Sending off the last customer to the north at night, Song Yao handed over the accounts and left after get off work, leaving only him and Dong Xun in the shop.

Dongxun was recording today's business situation in Braille, walked north to him and looked down quietly, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, he first touched Dongxun's with his hand, and then tapped his index finger on the palm of his hand point.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

So he stretched out his hand to Xiangbei: "You can write, but don't grab my wrist."

Xiang Bei concealed himself in every possible way, but he still couldn't change the habit of not knowing how serious he was when he was holding Dong Xun's wrist.From the first time he grabbed Dongxun's wrist, a very dangerous signal was sent to him.

Dong Xun's mind is already delicate, and this detail is easily captured by him.

But he would rather believe that this is a stranger who happens to have the same habits than believe that this person has even the slightest connection with Xiangbei.

Xiang Bei let go of his hand and wrote in his palm: You taught me Braille.

Dong Xun asked, "Why are you learning Braille?"

Xiang Bei wrote again: Talking to you.

"You can continue to write in my palm, there is no need to learn this thing."

- More words, I want to say.

Dong Xun suddenly understood what he meant, "Are you afraid that what you want to say is too long, and I can't understand what you write in my palm?"

Xiang Bei immediately nodded, remembering that Dong Xun couldn't see, he wrote in his palm stroke by stroke: Yes, teach me.

Do you really want to learn?

Dong Xun was about to ask, but suddenly realized that the scene was too familiar, and swallowed the words again.He nodded to Xiang Bei and asked him: "Ji Qiu, have you been unable to speak since you were a child?"

Xiang Bei was stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he decided to continue pretending to be pitiful.

He slowly wrote in the palm of Dongxun, saying that he was unable to speak because of the medicine later, and Dongxun asked him what medicine he took by mistake, he paused for a while, not knowing what to write next.

Seeing that he was motionless, Dong Xun thought that he had touched something sad, so he retracted his hand and comforted him: "You can't speak, but you can still hear and see. When I have free time, I will teach you Braille."

Xiang Bei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt joy in his heart. He couldn't help but want to reach out to hug him. He opened his arms and took a step before stopping again.

He stopped at the same spot, and repeatedly told himself to slow down, and then slow down, deepening the thoughts surging in his heart.

In the next month or so, a tacit understanding was formed between Xiang Bei and Dong Xun, just as they agreed, no matter how early Dong Xun got up, Xiang Bei was already mopping the floor, and then he went to cook noodles.

In fact, he is not very good at frying eggs now, because he can’t see the heat, and he often orders takeaway for himself. If he cooks, most of them are served with soup, which tastes a bit worse, but not too mushy.

This day, he wanted to fry eggs for Xiangbei, so he took a raw egg from the refrigerator and returned to the induction cooker.

He groped to put the pot on the induction cooker and poured some oil into it to preheat it. Because he couldn't see it, when he reached out to test the temperature, his hand accidentally touched the surface of the oil, which made him gasp, and immediately retracted his hand.

Xiangbei, who had been watching at the door for a long time, didn't expect his action, and rushed forward, grabbed his hand and reached under the faucet to turn on the cold water.

"Does it hurt?" he almost blurted out without holding back.

Seeing Dong Xun's furrowed brows, he became a little more careful with his hand movements.

"Hmm..." Dong Xun snorted softly, forcefully opened his fingers and retracted his hand.

Such a hot pot, the bottom of the pot is still full of hot oil, I don't know how painful it is to burn it.Xiang Bei's brows also twisted together with Dong Xun's.

"It's okay." Dong Xun gritted his teeth.

In fact, he is not particularly capable of enduring pain. It was only later that Xiang Bei realized that every time he was beaten for himself, the marks on his body were scary.

At that time, Xiang Rui's temper was not very good, although he didn't hit hard, but when Xiang Bei got angry, he would beat him up severely, and Dong Xun always blocked him and took the heaviest blow. stick.

He didn't realize it when he was a child, but gradually in high school, Xiang Rui stopped doing anything, and the only time he hit him was when Dong Xun left home.When the last and most ruthless blow fell, Dongxun blocked him, and Dongxun still said his "mantra": my brother is not sensible.

Then he bit down the sharp dull pain and swallowed it silently, and he also followed the throbbing pain in his heart.

To the north, he took off his apron and ran out to buy painkillers and disinfectant.Dong Xun was sitting on the chair, and he was standing in front of the bar counter, lowering his head and carefully rubbing the medicine on him.

Dong Xun's hand was held in the palm of Xiang Bei, and the strange and familiar temperature spread to every corner of his body through the skin.

Suddenly flustered, he struggled back.

The word "don't" came to the mouth of the north, and then turned a corner abruptly and pronounced it into a monosyllable "ah".He pulled Dong Xun's hand back, and took the time to write something on the palm of his hand.

Also added an exclamation point.

Dongxun's fingers were in excruciating pain, but he couldn't help laughing out loud when he felt the exclamation mark.

He said: "I don't move, you paint slowly."

If he could see it, the distressed and satisfied expression on Xiang Bei's face would definitely make him laugh even louder.

Because his fingers were burned, Dongxun didn't touch the piano for several days.When acquainted guests came to ask him, he also apologized and explained them one by one.

Since Dongxun's hand was burned to the north, he got up at six o'clock every morning and took care of everything.After washing and boiling the water, he went to wipe the table. When the water was boiled, Dong Xun was about to get up, and he went to cook the noodles again.

Occasionally, he also eats something else, fried eggs, boiled eggs, bread, milk, fruit salad, and Xiang Bei cooks him breakfast in different ways.

Dong Xun is not used to being taken care of so meticulously, even the warm water he needs to drink in the morning is given to him to dry on the bar in advance.

Because Xiang Bei was too careful at this time, the equal sign between Xiang Bei and Ji Qiu in Dong Xun's heart gradually seemed to fade a bit.

——This feeling didn't make him feel at ease, but instead set off his alarm bells.

What should he do if every close and acquainted person he meets from now on looks like Xiang Bei.

Even though summer is over, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It seems that the hot tail of summer has been caught by Li Qiu and Qiuhu. City M has ushered in another wave of high temperature weather.

The air conditioner in the store was turned on more than it was when autumn just entered a few days ago, and Dongxun couldn't adapt to the temperature change for a while and caught a cold without warning.His cold usually starts with a fever, which is 38 degrees.

During the day, his complexion was not very good. After playing a piece of music, he sat on the piano bench with his hands on his forehead for a while, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He took a deep breath slowly, waiting for the It took a little effort to get up and support the wall and go back to the bar.

When he was resting at the bar, his face was pale, Song Yao saw him and poured him a glass of warm water.After drinking half a glass of water, he felt a little better, but he still felt uncomfortable, so he was going back to his room to rest.

"Ji Qiu, come here! The boss is looking for you!" Song Yao saw that his face was really ugly, so she lowered her voice and shouted to Xiang Bei.

After delivering the customer's order, when Xiang Bei returned to the bar, he saw Dong Xun leaning against the wall with no energy, and his breathing became much more rapid.

Before Dong Xun could speak, he walked into the bar, first touched his forehead with his hands, and then he sent Dong Xun back to his room half supported and half hugged.

Dong Xun was shocked.

He was very disgusted that other people had such intimate contact with him. He lay on the bed holding his breath, and it took him a long time to spit it out.

But when he opened his mouth, he was not angry, but said softly: "Thank you, Ji Qiu."

He has no energy, can't lose his temper, and Ji Qiu hasn't done anything wrong, so he can't scold him head and face.

Xiang Bei, who was called "Ji Qiu", felt sweet and sour in his heart, he stood beside the bed and knelt down to write with his hand.

- Boss, you're welcome.

In fact, Dongxun didn't have extra thoughts at the moment, because he was dizzy and depressed, and he didn't have much strength just by waving his hands, and he had to hold his breath to complete his speech.He said to the person beside the bed: "Ji Qiu, I'm fine, you can go to work first."

Xiangbei didn't want to leave, so he wrote on his palm: I will take care of you.

Dong Xun finally smiled helplessly and said: "You are lazy."

He didn't rush out to the north right away, let him stay in the room for a while, and felt that it was not appropriate, so he urged: "It's fine here, I can just lie down and rest for a while, you go to work."

Xiang Bei still did not budge, writing: I am right here.

The stubborn look of this person made Dong Xun feel a little familiar again.

He resented that he thought of Xiang Bei every now and then, so he simply said to the person in front of him, "If you don't go out again, you will be counted as absent from work and your salary will be deducted."

Xiang Bei smiled silently, and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm: I don't want salary.

After he finished writing the last point, he felt that Dong Xun was obviously stunned and retracted his hand, only to realize that he had acted too much.

He wanted to explain, but Dong Xun said, "I have nothing to give you except salary."

Dong Xun is rejecting "Ji Qiu", but it makes Xiang Bei feel very uncomfortable.

He still can't quite tell whether he and Ji Qiu are actually two people, whether Dongxun or Dongxun is in his heart, he can't control whether Dongxun is thinking about Jiqiu going north, he feels that he said this to himself, not to Jiqiu.

He sat quietly by the bed, neither going out nor communicating with Dong Xun, just staring at him like that without blinking his eyes much.

Dong Xun was a little dazed, unable to judge whether he had left or not, and always felt that his eyes were on him.He stretched out his hand to scratch in the air, Xiangbei thought he was in a coma, and held his wrist and moved closer to watch him carefully, but he heard him suddenly say: "Ji Qiu, I'm not asleep yet."

He moved his arms and put his hands back on the bed, and said, "If you want to stay with me, don't stare at me, I can't sleep."

Xiang Bei wrote on his palm: You sleep, I won't read it.

As a result, it took one afternoon to sit north.At night, Song Yao and the others wanted to say hello to Dong Xun after get off work, but they were blocked by Xiang Bei and refused to let them in. They were asked anxiously before thinking of writing to communicate with them.

So several people retreated lightly and left the store.

Dong Xun fell asleep until 09:30. He was woken up by the cold. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache. He coughed a few times. Xiang Bei was pouring medicine for him at the bar. When he heard that he woke up, he hurried back to the room. He took a few steps to the bed and grabbed his hand.

Dongxun's throat was dry and sore, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

-are you hungry?Write north.

Dong Xun shook his head, he was about to vomit due to his headache, and said, "I'm either very hungry, or just a little thirsty."

Xiang Bei took the porridge he just went out to buy from the side, took a spoonful of it to his mouth after blowing it, and pressed it on his lips.

"This is..." Dong Xun understood, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it, and said, "Porridge?"

Xiangbei put it in his mouth again to show his answer.

Dongxun raised his hand to eat by himself, but he moved north, but he couldn't touch anything.

"I can eat by myself."

Xiangbei held the porridge with one hand, pressed his hand down on the quilt with the other, and wrote on the palm of his hand: I can feed you.

Then Dong Xun put his hand on the quilt, and Xiang Bei fed him mouthful.

While eating, he asked, "What time is it, Ji Qiu."

Xiang Bei concentrated on porridge, and the name Ji Qiu was still relatively unfamiliar to him, so Dong Xun asked him several times but he didn't respond.

Dongxun had no choice but to raise his hand and poke his palm, then asked, "Ji Qiu, what time is it?"

Xiang Bei glanced at the time and wrote a ten on his palm.

"Why have I slept for so long..." He rubbed the center of his brows, and then felt a burst of warmth from his forehead.

Xiang Bei saw that his complexion was too rosy, so he reached out and tried it on his forehead.

——Sure enough, Fuyuhiro still had a fever.

After he finished his last mouthful of porridge, Xiang Bei supported him against the head of the bed, went out and twisted a towel for him to put on his forehead.

Dongxun felt dizzy but didn't feel sleepy. He took out a book from his pillow and put it on his lap, and said to Xiang Bei, "Ji Qiu, go and rest, I'm fine."

Jiqiu, Jiqiu, Jiqiu.

Xiang Bei was annoyed.

However, Dong Xun seemed to be reminding himself deliberately, reminding him that the person in front of him was just a poor dumb who couldn't speak, and that the similarity to Xiang Bei that gave him so many illusions was just because he couldn't let it go.

It seems that calling Ji Qiu's name a few more times can completely separate him from Xiangbei.

Jiqiu is the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the last month of autumn, and the month of birth to the north.

Dong Xun felt that this was really a cruel coincidence for him.Every time he called out to Ji Qiu, he had to force himself to take Xiang Bei away from the bottom of his heart.

He obviously felt uncomfortable, but he had to persevere.

Xiangbei didn't leave after all, and stubbornly took care of him in Dongxun's room all night.It wasn't until the dawn of dawn that his fever finally subsided, and his spirit improved a lot.

After helping Dongxun to wash up, Xiangbei asked him to sit at the bar and have breakfast, and he took the time to clean up after eating casually.

Not long after, Song Yao came to tidy up and get ready for business. Dong Xun coughed violently after choking on water. Xiang Bei quickly threw the rag in his hand and rushed to him, patting his heart carefully.

Song Yao froze on the spot, stopped opening the cabinet, and said slowly, "Old...boss, how are you feeling..."

She looked over, bent down to the north, and her movements of giving Dong Shunqi were gentle and ambiguous.She felt that Xiangbei would give Dongxun a kiss in a place she couldn't see.

Dong Xun pushed it lightly, his face flushed from suffocation: "No, cough cough, it's all right, I choked on drinking water."

Frowning to Bei, he wrote in the palm of his hand: Slow down.

Dong Xun thought, why don't you even take care of this.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that there was a secret territory in his heart that he had carefully hidden to the north, and even he couldn't shake it, but it seemed like he was about to be snatched away by Ji Qiu.

He withdrew his hands and clenched them into fists, and said, "Ji Qiu, go and rest for a while, you were also tired last night."

With a snap, Song Yao's key fell to the ground.

Xiang Bei bowed his head and pursed his lips and smiled, turned his back to Song Yao, and faced Dong Xun, the person he thought about day and night, leaned over to his ear.

Dong Xun's ears were warm, and he even thought that the poor mute was about to speak, but unexpectedly, he grabbed his wrist again unpreparedly, and made him write seriously on his palm: No.