Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

"The soup seems to be almost done, I'll turn off the fire for you." Dong Xun said.

Xiang Bei then took out his mobile phone and typed on the software: Why did you go to the kitchen, don't go in alone next time, there are too many things and too messy.

"It's okay, I'm very careful not to 'destroy' the fruits of your labor." Dongxun put down the watering can in his hand, stepped back to the French window, groped and walked back to the door of the store, his fingers unconsciously grasped the doorknob, He turned his head and rushed to the north and said, "I took a small sip first, and it felt pretty good—is this the first time making soup?"

——The first time it was cooked like this, it is quite talented.

Xiang Bei thought, if he said yes, would Dong Xun still answer like this?So he took a step forward and gently wrote in his palm, no.

Dong Xun was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "No wonder, it's quite delicious."

The two were in Xiang Bei's small kitchen, Dong Xun was sitting on the sofa by the window, and Xiang Bei served him soup.He reached out to catch it, and backed away again.

He immediately understood Xiang Bei's meaning, and said again: "I will do it myself."

Xiang Bei simply rejected him with actions.He lowered his head and carefully blew a spoonful of soup until it was warm, and brought it to his mouth. Seeing that he hesitated for a while, and then took a small sip, he pulled a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth contentedly.

Dong Xun said, "I won't be bothered to eat by myself in the future when you're like this."

Xiangbei moved a stool and sat in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled and typed a line of words on the phone: Then I will feed you from now on.

Originally, Dongxun just wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to follow his words. He didn't know how to react for a while, so he coughed twice and said, "The soup is delicious."

-It tastes good, but you can't drink too much, it's too nourishing, and now your body can only replenish it slowly.

Dong Xun's words of gratitude were read out by a cold mechanical voice, otherwise the emotion in his heart that was getting hotter and hotter by the soup might only be ignited into a flame by these words, and then it would burn more and more intensely.

"okay, thank you."

Being polite, being polite can put a little distance between the two of you, Dong Xun thought so, and said, "Well... I'll adjust your salary a little bit for you, and Song Yao will tell you the details later."

Xiang Bei fed him a few more mouthfuls before typing: Because I am passive and sabotage my work, will the boss deduct my wages?

Dong Xun waved his hand and explained: "It's for your salary increase, you've done a great job, um..." Before he finished speaking, Xiang Bei scooped up another spoonful of soup to feed him.

-Then thank the boss for affirming my work. Cooking soup is not considered work, and the boss must not favoritism.

Xiangbei put the bowl in Dongxun's hand, put the spoon on the table, and typed: It's cold, the boss drinks slowly, it seems a bit busy outside, I'll go out to help.

Dong Xun smiled and said yes, before he went out, he turned around with his mobile phone and told: put the bowl on the table after drinking, and slow down when you come out.

"Okay, I get it, go get busy."

Xiang Bei came out to help pack the takeout, and delivered some waffles to the second floor. Just as he came downstairs with an empty plate, Song Yao handed him two drinks, and he turned and went upstairs again.

When he came down from upstairs, Dongxun was already standing inside the bar.He leaned on the handrail of the stairs, his eyes fell on Dongxun unscrupulously, watching him smile and talk to Song Yao, rubbing Song Yao's head like a big brother.

Song Yao concentrated on writing and calculating, and walked to the north to rest her elbows on the bar to watch Dong Xun chatting with her.

"Oh, if we can have a bowl of soup, we won't feel tired all day long." Song Yao teased, raising her eyebrows when she looked at Xiang Bei: "You mean Ji Qiu."

Dong Xun patted her on the shoulder: "It's yin and yang."

Song Yao curled her lips: "I don't have one."

Xiang Bei smiled, and reached out to remove the confetti from Dong Xun's hair.

"...Ji Qiu, bring out the soup you stewed for everyone to drink together." Dong Xun said.

Xiangbei picked up the awl and the braille paper again, poked a word proficiently, and pushed the braille paper in front of Dongxun.

Dongxun stretched out his hand to touch it, his face changed subtly as he touched it, and he tried not to laugh.

- That soup girl can't drink it at home.

What is this nonsense.

Later in the afternoon, there were more and more people in the store. Dong Xun sat on the piano bench and played the piano, and Xiang Bei followed the other two waiters in the store to busy himself. He didn't have a little time until the sun went down.

He sat at the table not far from the piano, staring at Dong Xun intently.

Dong Xun was playing the piano in his ears. In his eyes, Dong Xun was gently enveloped by the afterglow of the setting sun, and his whole body exuded a soft light. Where his fingertips passed, the black and white keys cooperated seamlessly, playing a harmonious and moving melody.

Xiang Bei suddenly remembered the days when Dong Xun taught him to play the piano.

No matter when and where, Dongxun facing the piano is always so easy, it makes his heart soften boundlessly, like a cloud chasing the direction of the wind, swaying by itself, and then falls on his eyebrows and eyes as if nothing seems to exist In a smile.

Dongxun is probably also a gentle magician, who comes slowly with the spring breeze, and uses his innate magical power to calm the noise around him, and soothe the restless hearts in people's chests.

Just like going north now, I suddenly felt unprecedented ease and comfort.

The surrounding guests left one after another, and Dong Xun's playing came to an end. He stood up from the piano bench and swept his fingers over the black keys, talking to Xiang Bei: "—Ji Qiu, you know that the most regrettable thing after I can't see is what?"

North walked up to him and there was no response.

So Dong Xun said again: "I couldn't read the score, I couldn't write, and I couldn't even read the book before I learned Braille. During that time, no one chatted with me, so I felt," he gently closed the piano cover, "feeling to unprecedented loneliness.”

Sitting on the piano bench to the north, he took advantage of the situation to pull him down and sit down.

Then he opened the lid that Dongxun had already put on, and tentatively played a few notes.

Xiang Bei played the first piece Dong Xun taught him, and as expected Dong Xun stopped talking suddenly, sat on the piano bench with his back stiff, unable to say another word for a long time.Until the music entered the second section, after a few unharmonious chords, he turned to face Xiang Bei and said, "So—so you know how to play the piano?"

He found a place to stop, pulled his wrist to the north and wrote in the palm of his hand: just a little bit.

"When did you learn it?" Dong Xun asked again.

- You play badly, but you play well.

Dong Xun shook his head: "If you like playing the piano, you can practice it often in the future. Practice makes perfect."

Xiang Bei looked into his smiling eyes, so he agreed, and slowly wrote "Hello" in his palm.

In the evening, Xiang Bei tidied herself up, her hair was half-dried and pushed open the door of Dongxun's bedroom.He draped the towel over the back of the chair and sat on the edge of his bed.

Dong Xun put the finished Braille books on the desk, took a few more and put them on the bedside bookshelf, lifted the quilt and got in.As he read, he got up and walked over to him.

Walking to him and standing still, Xiang Bei leaned over and smiled in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Dong Xun asked.

After thinking about whether to use writing or reading aloud, Xiang Bei finally chose the latter.The latter is faster, and chatting will not delay Dongxun's reading or rest.

One minute later, the so-called magnetic male voice came from Xiangbei's mobile phone: Boss, tell me your story.

Dong Xun was taken aback, and after a while, he closed the book in front of him and asked him, "My story?"

Xiang Bei thought, as a question that Xiang Bei could not ask in the past, it is better to leave it to Ji Qiu to ask.

- How does the boss think about opening this coffee shop?

"I can't do other jobs after I can't see it. It just so happens that a friend of a friend has a store to sell, so I will take over."

It was a well-regulated answer, and Dong Xun thought about it after answering.

Xiang Bei then asked again: Boss, can your eyes still be cured?

"Eye...it should be curable." Dong Xun said, sighed, and said: "But I don't really want to be cured."

Xiang Bei almost immediately asked why.

Fortunately, the male voice of the system did not have any emotional color, and it was not too abrupt to ask a word.

Dong Xun thought for a moment and said, "Although I will be lonely, it may be a good thing for me to be lonely."

How could it be a good thing, Xiang Bei gritted his teeth and calmed down a bit, then he asked, "Won't the boss feel it's a pity?"No regrets?

"—Have you ever loved someone sincerely?" Dong Xun asked him back.

Xiang Bei vaguely felt that Dong Xun didn't want to ask this question. Seeing Dong Xun's unchanged expression, he slowly squatted down, half-kneeled in front of him, and took his hand to write a word: Yes.

Dong Xun was speechless for a while, and Xiang Bei waited quietly for his next words, but after a few minutes of quiet confrontation between the two, Dong Xun had no further words.

- It's getting late, the boss should go to bed early.

Xiang Bei took the initiative to ease the awkward atmosphere at the right time, and before turning around after thinking about it, he bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead.

Dong Xun didn't have time to hide, but a pair of soft lips were imprinted between his eyebrows, he couldn't help but clutch the bed sheet tightly, and then he heard the man get on the bed rustling.He secretly looked towards the direction of the north bed, seeing pure darkness as far as he could see, and sighed almost inaudibly.

In this unhurried manner, October has moved forward halfway.There are more and more fallen leaves on the sidewalk outside the store, and the hibiscus is almost at the end of its flowering period, struggling to bloom, adding a bit of vitality to this late autumn.

The small kitchen in the north is "open" every day, and cooks food for Dongxun in different ways.

As the flowering period was coming to an end, Dongxun asked Song Yao to buy him a few hibiscus plants for a flower pond outside the shop.Xiangbei finished his work in the store and carefully transplanted them into the flower pond before the sun went down.

He cultivated the soil carefully, and Dong Xun also squatted down to help, but he pushed back with the back of his hand to stop him.

"Ji Qiu, I can do this. All the plants here are taken care of by myself, I—" Dong Xun said as he stretched out his hand, and as soon as he touched the shovel, he heard a familiar mechanical sound in his ear.

-That's because I wasn't here before, you are waiting for me, I'll be right away.

He stood behind Xiang Bei with his hands clenched into fists, took half a step forward and squatted down, put his hand on Xiang Bei's arm and touched his wrist along the way.Xiang Bei was stunned for a moment, and he took the small shovel out of his hand, and while touching the soil with the other hand and patting it down carefully, he said: "When I was young, my mother was also in the yard. Planted hibiscus and hibiscus, I also help her take care of it occasionally.

"She told me that these two kinds of flowers bloom in autumn, and these two kinds of flowers are very interesting. The hibiscus will have different colors at different times of the day—"

Having said that, he stopped the movement of his hands and turned to face Xiangbei, as if he could see him.After a moment of silence, he continued to reach out to touch the second plant.

"It changes different colors every day, no matter what color it is, I like it very much." He groped for a watering can and handed it to him in the north. It’s also very unique. It’s also called morning bloom and evening fall flower, because it always blooms in the morning, withers in the evening, and then blooms the next day.”

"It seems to be tireless, and it can be open from July to October in our place."

A familiar picture flashed back in Xiangbei's mind.

At that time, Xiang Rui took him and Dong Xun to write a plant observation diary in the courtyard. He wanted to draw the observed plants. He was impatient and was always scolded.But Dongxun didn't look like a first-grade child at all. He squatted silently beside the hibiscus flower for an hour, and tried his best to draw the hibiscus plant that hadn't grown tall in his homework book.

Xiang Rui couldn't help feeling Dongxun's talent in painting, and often pinched Xiangbei's cheek with his backhand, letting him learn Dongxun's cuteness and understanding.

As Xiang Bei traveled through memory, Dong Xun had already transplanted the hibiscus. He stood up, clapped his hands, and turned to the water pipe to wash his hands.

Following him to the north was a little apprehensive.

Dong Xun smiled faintly while washing his hands, and asked softly, "...Ji Qiu, do you know what the flower language of hibiscus flowers is?"

After washing his hands, he took off the towel and wiped it, then turned and stretched out his hand toward the north.

Xiang Bei froze in place, Dong Xun took another step forward: "Let's go back."

In the middle of the night, the two of them were lying on the bed. Before going to sleep, Dong Xun turned around and faced the bed facing north.He couldn't see the moonlight, nor could he see the person on the opposite bed, but he seemed to see the sunshine, the breeze, and the new sprouts in the early spring morning.

He said softly: "The flower language of hibiscus is gentle persistence."