Precipitous spring breeze blows drunk sober

Northward's birthday falls in the last month of autumn.Early in the morning on his birthday, he was still cooking porridge for Dongxun.

Not long after the rice was cooked, he was called out by an emergency call from Xu Le. When he was in a hurry to go out, Dong Xun just opened the door and came out of the room. He felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and he reached out and grabbed Xiang Bei's wrist. .

"Are you going out?"

Xiang Bei stopped, bowed his head and typed quickly on his mobile phone: Boss, can I ask for a day off?

"Huh? What's the matter?" Dong Xun thought about it, and let go of his hand.

- I have to deal with some things, come back in the afternoon.

Dong Xun laughed and said, "Then go."

-thank you boss.

Before hearing the last word, Dongxun felt that he had gone far to the north.He leaned against the doorframe and unconsciously tightened his fingers, pursed his lips and groped to the bathroom.

He was absent-minded when brushing his teeth, and the water in the cup was overturned twice in a row, and the corner of his clothes was wet a lot.

Song Yao came from the bar humming a song, and after seeing Dong Xun, she looked at the small kitchen facing the north, and said, "Boss, what's the matter with Ji Qiu? He left in such a hurry."

Dong Xun spit out the water in his mouth: "I don't know, maybe it's urgent, and I didn't tell me."

"But boss, Ji Qiu is really good to you. He left just now, and came back to tell me to let me come in to see how the porridge cooked for you." Song Yao walked to the small kitchen, turned around again Come back and talk to Dong Xun, "I asked him why he didn't come back to cook again. He said that he was afraid that he would not have enough time when he came back, and the porridge was cooked very quickly, so why was it too late?"

Dong Xun put his hand on the doorknob of the room and stopped. He lowered his head and slowly tightened his hands, and said lightly, "Really."

Song Yao frowned: "Hey? Boss, are you in a bad mood?"

"No." He pushed open the door and went back to the room, closing the door gently.

Later Song Yao served him a portion of the cooked porridge, knocked on the door but there was no movement inside.

"Boss, the porridge is ready, shall I bring it in for you?"

She exerted some force on her hands, and finally heard Dong Xun say: "Put it there, I'll eat it later."

So Song Yao pouted, and put the porridge back in the small kitchen.When passing by Dongxun's room, he said to the door: "Boss, I want to eat."

At noon, when Song Yao went to call Dongxun for dinner, she saw that the porridge in the kitchen hadn't moved. She asked worriedly, "Boss, I don't think you've eaten the porridge. Are you feeling unwell?"

She waited for a while, Dong Xun opened the door and said with a smile: "It's okay, just eat."

"But it's cold, let me warm it up for you." Song Yao said.

"No, you go to eat." Dong Xun said, feeling the wall and slowly walked into the small kitchen, "Go, I'm really fine."

"Okay then, boss, if you're not feeling well, you must tell me." Song Yao asked worriedly, turning her head three times, and Dong Xun immediately waved her hand.

The weather was getting colder, and the hot porridge had already lost its temperature in the ventilated small kitchen. Dong Xun picked it up and took a sip, the refreshing coldness spread from the tip of his tongue to his stomach.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and after swallowing it with difficulty, he took another big gulp.

This time, the digestive organs seemed to gradually adapt to this temperature, so Dong Xun finished a bowl of cold porridge one mouthful after another.He was not very hungry, but he filled another bowl full with his spoon.His stomach began to "protest" by the time he finished his last sip.

This dull pain made him wake up again.Standing in the small kitchen, he slowly put his hand in through the hem of his clothes, and followed the skin of his lower abdomen inch by inch to feel the tiny postoperative scar.

He trembled involuntarily the moment his fingertips covered it.

"What should I do with you." He closed his eyes and shook his eyelashes, crystal clear teardrops fell from the corners of his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

One day off from Xiangbei is a whole day.The shop was closed, so Dong Xun found a table and sat down, lying on the table and waiting for him.

There was a small cake in front of him, which was made by the pastry chef before he got off work. It was small and delicate.He also specially asked the pastry chef to make two pink and white flowers on it-two hibiscus, which represent the gentle and persistent love.It blooms during the day and withers at night, and blooms vigorously the next day.

Just like him, with all his love.

At exactly eleven o'clock, the timer rang again.

Dong Xun got up from the table, and the sweet smell of cake entered his nose. He rubbed his shoulders and leaned back on the back of the sofa, thinking about many things, but he didn't understand anything.

He turned to look at the French windows—the moon must be beautiful tonight if he could see it.

The more he waited, the more flustered he became.

One night last fall, it was during this waiting that he didn't know when it would end that he received a call from Su Xia, and then the fierce farewell happened.

He was obviously so reluctant, reluctant to bear Xiang Bei's pain, reluctant to let him cry, reluctant to let him be sad, and even more reluctant to leave him, but that night he not only beat him, but also left again.

It takes that long to go.

It feels like an eternity longer than those eight years.

It was twelve o'clock, and the timer rang once and he turned it off, but he still hadn't come back.

He began to worry again.

When Ji Qiu applied for the job a few months ago, he didn't have any doubts at all. The words "poor dumb" summed up Ji Qiu completely.

He didn't take Ji Qiu's appearance to heart at first, but after a while he became more and more upset because of Ji Qiu's resemblance to Xiang Bei, and wanted to alienate him deliberately.

He tried it, seemed to be able to do it, but also seemed to be unable to do it.

This is the No. 19 years when he and Xiangbei met. From Xiangbei when he was six years old to today when Xiangbei is 25 years old, and from when he was eight years old to now 27 years old. Although he can't see it, he knows Xiangbei better than he knows himself. .

He could have recognized Ji Qiu earlier and more easily as Xiangbei, but Xiangbei is not like Xiangbei.

His mind was disturbed, so he subconsciously rejected Ji Qiu - no wonder he was there, after all, that person's gentleness and meticulousness made him shake his persistent thoughts countless times, and it was normal for him to protect himself.

Although Ji Qiu lacks the paranoia and domineeringness of Xiang Bei, he is as pure and direct as Xiang Bei's persistence. A small movement makes it clear that Ji Qiu is Xiang Bei.

In the past few months, he was cunning and sweet, and he brought Dongxun from the clouds to the abyss, and from the abyss, he picked up his scarred heart and carefully sewed and cared for it.

He was also cautious and focused, and every thoughtful and considerate move easily collapsed Dongxun's tall fortress in an instant.

——Dong Xun actually didn't realize which moment suddenly became clear, and even forgot that he hadn't forgiven Xiang Bei before losing all his principles.

He loves going north, and never evades this fact, the fact that he loves going north no matter what.

From the accidental contact between the two on the stairs that night, when Xiang Bei asked him if he hurt his back, he immediately warned himself sensitively.

An unintentional or deliberate touch, a warm embrace, a word, an unreasonable and forceful cohabitation, a pot of familiar soup, a piano piece that made a mistake in the same place.

A long-lost departure—is there another irreparable mistake that can prove that Ji Qiu is heading north.Dong Xun didn't dare to think about it.

He didn't know if he needed to forgive Xiang Bei, because he couldn't figure out whether Xiang Bei had really done something wrong.

It's just that he doesn't love himself enough, what's wrong with him?

At three o'clock in the morning, Dong Xun fell asleep on the sofa with his pillow in his arms. He woke up wrapped in the coolness of late autumn and found that he had an extra coat on him.

"...came back?"

He smelled a faint smell of alcohol, and subconsciously frowned.

As expected, what responded to him was a sentence read out by the mechanical voice: Sorry boss, I'm late.

Originally, according to the original plan, I could come back and have dinner with Dongxun.In the morning, he met with the appointment doctor. After waiting in the hospital for more than an hour, the doctor performed the operation scheduled for two hours for more than four hours, so he rushed back to the company for a meeting.

It was already noon when the meeting ended, and the morning meeting with the doctor turned into an afternoon.This authoritative and highly respected expert took half an hour to discuss Dongxun's condition with him, and told him that if Dongxun's eyes were operated on after a car accident, he would definitely be able to recover.

But now he has delayed for half a year, and he can only do his best.

Xiang Bei got the doctor's words, got out of the hospital and returned to the car for half an hour, then called Bi Xi.

Bi Xi and Qin Jin also took the time to meet with him, and the three of them contacted the most authoritative doctors they could contact. In the end, everyone still relied on the opinion of the doctor they met with.Surgery can only be done as soon as possible, preferably within a week.

At this moment, Xiang Bei suddenly found that the problem before him was very difficult.

From Bi Xi Tan Jin, he learned that the reason why Dong Xun didn't want to heal his eyes was that he was blind because he thought about being blind, and maybe he could live a little more clearly if he couldn't see.He simply cannot accept this statement.

He knew that Dong Xun was still very angry, but he didn't know if he could ask Dong Xun to forgive him again.

He suddenly didn't dare to face the blind Dongxun, let alone ask him why he didn't receive treatment.

The car accident was an accident, but his reluctance to heal his eyes was the cruelest punishment for himself—why did he punish himself with the mistakes made by others, the mistakes made by a ridiculous person?

Later, Xiang Bei went to the bar to drink alone, completely forgetting that today was his birthday, and never thought that Dong Xun would wait for him until midnight.

The driver sent him to the door of the store, and he vaguely saw Dongxun's timer was still flashing on a table on the first floor, and his heart stopped for two seconds.Then he pushed open the door and went in, and saw Dong Xun sleeping on the sofa at a glance.

He was so annoyed that he quickly took off his coat and put it on him, and sat down carefully beside him.

There was a small fork next to the cake on the table, and he remembered it was his birthday again.

——He never said it, how did Dongxun know?

While Xiang Bei was frightened and thinking for a moment, Dong Xun woke up.

"It's okay, I've been sleeping for a long time. ——Get some rest when you get back." He lifted off his clothes and stood up to go, Xiang Bei grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the sofa.

He wanted to talk, but didn't think about what to say.

"you've been drinking."

Dong Xun sat back on the sofa, almost bumping the back of his head against Xiang Bei's shoulder.He took his hand out of Xiangbei's, with an inexplicably angry tone.

Xiang Bei hurriedly typed to explain: I met some friends, so I drank some wine.

Dong Xun moved to the other side of the sofa, and said: "—the cake is left over from the kitchen today, and Song Yao and the others ate the rest. It's too late, don't eat, go to bed."

In the gap between Xiangbei Huangshen, he found that the people around him had stood up again, and had already taken two steps outside.

He hurriedly stood up, grabbed Dongxun's wrist again, and typed: Have you had your porridge?

Dongxun stood where he was, and responded with a complicated mood: "Drink it."

-tasty?

Then he said, "It's delicious."

Xiang Bei walked a few steps forward slowly, holding the mobile phone in his hand and continuing to communicate with him: What do you want to eat tomorrow?I will do it for you.

"No need, eat with them." Dong Xun said.

- You are not in good health, you need to make up.

"I'm not in poor health."

Thinking of the doctor's words, Xiang Bei hesitated and didn't know how to persuade him to undergo surgery.With my current status, what position do I use to persuade him?He hesitated and stood where he was, Dong Xun frowned and suddenly lost his patience.

He said, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Fingering to the north, he deleted a line of words in the input box, and then locked the phone screen.

He felt uneasy, and after a moment of silence, he typed again: Boss, are you angry?

In the dark, Dong Xun turned his back to him, he couldn't see Dong Xun's expression, only heard him silent for a while, and said calmly: "Angry."

- Boss, I'm sorry, I'll definitely come back early next time.

Xiang Bei hurriedly made a promise without any pause, and before finishing the next sentence, Dong Xun spoke again.

"I'm angry because my younger brother didn't come back very late more than half a year ago, but he asked me to wait for him at home. I waited until midnight, but he made an unforgivable mistake." Dong Xun said calmly, but he was asking A thousand layers of waves stirred up in Bei's heart.

He grasped Dong Xun's five fingers gradually tightened, and the hand holding the phone suddenly dropped to rest on his lap.

"I thought you—" the last part of Dong Xun's words got stuck in his throat, and his arm hurt from Xiang Bei's grasp, so he took a step forward to shake him off and walk in, "I'm going to sleep."

The alcohol in Xiang Bei's blood suddenly ignited his whole body, and the next second he rushed up regardless and hugged Dong Xun from behind.

The author says:

Wait for another chapter.And, since the update of Chapter 25, it has been dropped. After changing it again, several favorites will be dropped every time a chapter is updated. I don’t really know where the problem is. After the modification, I will continue to write according to my feeling. Maybe It’s not bad at the beginning, if you see that this is not to everyone’s taste, I’m sorry~ Then let’s congratulate my brother for dropping the horse! (A younger brother is a younger brother.