fish under ice

It was already ten o'clock at night when Zhong Juntong came home.

Shi Yi sent a text message asking him what he would like to have for supper, Zhong Juntong also said no.

When Zhong Juntong took a shower and went to bed, there was only a small lamp left in the bedroom.

The two were lying on the bed, neither of them talking.Shi Yi turned his back to Zhong Juntong, the pillow stuffing rustled, making his ears itchy.

"What did you do at home?"

Zhong Juntong spoke.

Shi Yi immediately turned around to face her husband, and said with bright eyes: "I cleaned the house, took your watch with some problems to repair, and the pair of boots you ordered have also arrived, I will help you Put it away. I also made you a cake, can I make breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Zhong Juntong hugged him and said for a while, "Don't work so hard."

Don't please him, just love him.

Shi Yi blinked: "It's not hard."

"When the first month is out, I'll take you on vacation. You can think about where to go first."

Shi Yi smiled slightly: "Wait until you, a busy person, are free."

"Shi Yi." Zhong Juntong's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm always very busy. Is there too little time given to you?"

Shi Yi felt warm in his heart.Jun Tong really worked hard and seriously wanted to be a good husband.

"No." Shi Yi rubbed his forehead against his arm, his black hair was slightly disheveled, and said softly, "You work hard. I'm not a child, and I want you to accompany me all day long."

Zhong Juntong was silent for a few seconds, and stroked Shi Yi's back with his hands, stroking vigorously one by one, like soothing a soft animal.

At the beginning of February, the coldest season in the south has arrived.Everything is covered with frost, silently trembling.The whole city is pale gray and white, with occasional snow-green edges and corners, as thin as an egg shell.

When Shi Yi went shopping in the supermarket a few days ago, he met a professor who taught an elective course in children's literature in the university.

He asked, "Shi Yi, are you still writing?"

Facing the teacher's question, Shi Yi was too ashamed to lift his head, and just said dryly, "No more."

The professor with frosted temples said to him very gently: "Why don't you continue to write? There are also picture books. The "Bubbles in Spring" you made when you were in college is very good. I will still read it in class." Show it to the students."

The professor patted him on the shoulder: "Keep writing."

Shi Yi couldn't say a word of excuse or evasion, but felt the strength of his shoulders, blushed and nodded, still like that young and well-behaved student back then.

But what to write?

Shi Yi's thoughts were mixed. At one time, he recalled some inspirations rooted in his college days, and at the other time, he recalled some traditional fairy tales and classic fairy tales.

But they are not new enough, personalized enough, or unique enough for Shi Yi.

Shi Yi was in a trance for several days, Zhong Juntong naturally found out and asked him what was wrong.

Shi Yi said embarrassingly: "I'm a bit bored at home, and I want to write something."

He was ashamed to call this a creation.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Juntong took off his coat, turned around, and said seriously: "That's good. You are really good at writing. Don't put your talent aside."

Shi Yi froze for a moment, and said with reddened ears, "It's not a talent, just write and write casually."

"You can't write casually." Zhong Juntong looked him straight in the eyes, "Write with all your strength."

That night, Shi Yi had a dream. In the dream was a blue sea. He turned into an orange-pink hermit crab, hid in a coconut shell, and started his wandering journey.

He met many special creatures on strange islands, encountered various treacherous and dangerous phenomena on the sea, and was even shot down by a storm and sank into the deep sea.

What is he going to find?

He didn't know yet that he had made friends, a lobster missing a claw, a fat gray seagull, a colorful viper.

The lobster longs to defeat the sneering members of its pack with only one claw.

Fat Seagull aspires to fly as high and as fast as his famous parents.

Venomous snakes crave human touch and admiration.

But he didn't know what he was going to do.

Until he accidentally ran into a boy's abandoned water tank, and the boy asked him, where does the sun rise from?In which part of the sea does the moon set?Are the stars hidden in sparkling coral, only to be spit out at night?

He also wanted to know, this time, he went on the road with doubts.

When he woke up the next day, Shi Yi wrote down the outline of the story and began to refine and polish it.

He writes two or three thousand manuscripts every day.After writing like this for three days, he suddenly asked himself, who is this story for?If it's a three to six year old, it shouldn't be this complicated.

He tried to delete, delete, modify and modify, and finally left a bunch of skeletons and fragments.He realized immediately again that this was not what he wanted.What he craves is the expression of a full and willful self.

He didn't care about anything, the pencil finished writing one after another, and the manuscript paper wrote one after another.

Just when his first draft was roughly formed, Gu Mian came to him.

He was making simple vegetable noodles for himself at home, when Gu Mian suddenly called him: "I'm at the airport, where do you live? Can I come to you?"

Shi Yi was taken aback, thinking that Gu Mian went to this unfamiliar city alone, he felt sorry for him, so he told him the address.

When Gu Mian arrived, it was raining and snowing outside.The snow seeds rolled down and crackled.

Shi Yi opened the door, let Gu Mian in, poured him another cup of hot water, and waited for Gu Mian to catch his breath before saying, "You shouldn't just come here without saying hello."

Gu Mian said aggrievedly: "I said hello, but you still let me come?"

Shi Yi frowned: "You are sophistrying."

Gu Mian was still more used to Shi Yi who was like a big brother, so he said coquettishly, "Let me come and see you."

He looked at the house: "The location and decoration are pretty good. Your husband is quite rich. How is it for you?"

"Of course."

Gu Mian squinted his eyes and looked him up and down again: "Obviously still so thin, not at all happy and fat."

Shi Yi scolded him with a smile: "Okay, you must have something to do when you come to me, so tell me quickly."

Gu Mian explained the purpose of coming, still wanting to recruit him to the cultural company in Beidu.

"The development trend of children's literature in Beidu is much better than here. The children's literature research institutes of several colleges and universities have also matured and become important research centers in the north. My dad has someone in the school. When you come to Beidu, you will not only have a good salary work, and direct access to the Core Institute of Children's Literature. Haven't you always wanted to go to school for an extra two years? It's the same."

Shi Yi's heart skipped a beat, but he still refused: "No, you don't need to say any more. I can't leave."

Gu Mian tried to persuade him again and again, but Shi Yi didn't move. He refilled his cup of tea and arranged a hotel before sending him off.

Not long after sending Gu Mian off, the door lock turned, and it was Zhong Juntong who opened the door and went home.

Zhong Juntong took off his coat and was undoing his tie when he saw the steaming teacup on the tea table with sharp eyes, and casually asked, "Are there any guests at home?"

Shi Yi took the bag in his hand, telling the truth: "Yes. Gu Mian came to see me."

He didn't see that Zhong Juntong's dark pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried his best to suppress his unhappiness and anxiety.

He seemed to ask unintentionally: "Look at you? Hasn't he been in the northern capital?"

Shi Yi responded unconsciously: "Yes. Just like a child, come whenever you want."

"What do I need to do with you?"

Shi Yi categorically denied it: "No."

Zhong Juntong didn't ask any more questions, washed his hands and ate, and then went into the study.

Of course he was willing to give Shi Yi his trust.He just doesn't trust himself.

Zhong Juntong picked up Shi Yi's unsorted manuscripts on the bedside table.

He also liked reading stories written by Shi Yi.

He was seeing "the hermit crab picked up a toothpick. He heard the fat seagull say that toothpicks are used to pick teeth. He has no teeth, but he still hides the toothpick. Because in case his door is blocked , he can use this toothpick to pry it open. This is a useful toothpick, he thought! It may be the most useful toothpick in the world!"

Zhong Juntong laughed softly.

There were always such lovely thoughts in his lover's head.

Shi Yi was taking a shower in the bathroom.The phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhong Juntong leaned over to get his phone, turned it over and glanced at it casually, and saw that the note was a long paragraph of text in Gu Mian's dialog box.

"Brother, think about it carefully. Your talent should not stay at home, nor should you stay in this city. I also really want to go back to the time when I studied and worked with you when I was in college."

A dazzling picture suddenly appeared before Zhong Juntong's eyes.There are piles of red confetti on the side of the road at the end of the year, and the pungent smell of fireworks in the corner.Shi Yi and Gu Mian, who came to celebrate the New Year, walked on the boulevard, and the two of them stepped on confetti.Shi Yi raised his head, Gu Mian lowered his head, talking while walking.It seems that there are endless things to say.

And when serving soup during the Chinese New Year, Shi Yi was carrying a pot of corn ribs soup, which was so hot that his fingers turned red, and the water in the pot seemed to be boiling again.He went to turn off the gas, and when he came back, he saw Gu Mian clutching Shi Yi's wrist, using the iced cola on the table to give his red fingers.

Zhong Juntong hates Gu Mian very much.

When Gu Mian and Shi Yi are together, all intimacy and coquettishness are taken for granted.

But no, he was the one who met Shi Yi first, he was the one who came first.

He was terribly stingy, wishing that Shi Yi could divide every good thing he had equally.He wants to monopolize 90.00% of it, and only give up [-]% to the people in this world whose branches and leaves are connected.

Shi Yi came out of the bathroom and got into bed.

His side of the quilt was a bit cold, so he carefully moved to Juntong's side, and rubbed his foot against Juntong's calf.

As usual, Jun Tong would ask why his feet were so cold, and then warm him up.

But today, Zhong Jun did not move at all, and it took him a long time to turn around and ask, "Shi Yi, if I hadn't proposed to you then, would you have gone to Beijing?"

Shi Yi glanced at him inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm asking you."

"I'll go." Shi Yi replied slowly.

If it wasn't for Juntong, he wouldn't be able to stay in this city.

But Zhong Juntong thought to himself mockingly, sure enough, if it wasn't for the lies he fabricated, Shi Yi and Gu Mian would have gone to Beijing long ago to live the happy life of studying and working together.

Are they the legendary spiritual companions?Do you have common interests and goals?

Anyway he is not.

He was dull, unliterary, articulate, and bad-tempered.