【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-After a nap accompanied by heavy rain, I huddled in the entrance where the first aid kit was placed, and woke up to the aroma of carrots in the room, swirling, fuzzy, clear, and dazzling.

Human's evasive nature made Putin instinctively choose to turn around and open the anti-theft door at home again.

The man moved faster than him, his wrist was held down, and he was forced to corner the hallway.Kirilenko didn't care about Putin's stubborn averted eyes, reached out and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and took out the jade pendant with a red string hidden inside.

Only then did Putin turn his head straight, staring at Kirilenko who was holding the jade pendant in his palm.

Suddenly the atmosphere was a little awkward.Putin saw a lot of embarrassment and lack of self-confidence in Kirilenko, and he also gained some confidence in his heart.

Everyone is not good at this kind of thing, and at worst, they will die.

Kirilenko folded his palms together, made a fist, bent down, and touched his forehead with Putin's, and the hot air from his nose hit Putin's face.

Looking down at Putin's still tightly pursed lips, he held the boy's face with his hands, and slowly traced the line of his lips with his thumb,

"At that time, you called my name."

How is it possible, thought Putin, I can't even say my own name.

"You yelled, I saw the shape of your mouth." Kirilenko continued to sing his one-man show, "You yelled many times."

In Kirilenko's arms, Putin took out his mobile phone and started typing,

[I didn't shout, and I can't shout. 】

"No, you yelled."

[I can't speak at all. 】

"You can, you just don't say it."

Then it just fell silent again.

Kirilenko watched Putin lock the screen of the phone in silence again, put it in his trouser pocket again, sighed and wrapped his arms around Putin's back, holding his shoulders and pressing him into his arms.The person who clenched his lower lip did not struggle, and quietly rested his head on Kirilenko's shoulder, and slowly pinched the corner of his clothes with the hand hanging by his side.

Putin remembered that it was still a sunny afternoon when he returned home.From the gap in Kirilenko's arms, he saw the sun's rays slowly shifting on the living room floor until he became unconscious and his legs and feet became weak.

He was also curious in a daze, how could he not be tired while hugging the man who was slightly bent over him?

He felt Kirilenko's hand slowly slide down, over his arm, and around his waist.The young man was fascinated by the cocaine around the man's neck, and his fingers gripped from the hem of his clothes to the corner of the man's clothes.

When he finally turned his head and fell asleep in a daze, a ghostly voice bit his ear, "Since you don't want to say it, then never say it."

The breathing of the head resting on the shoulder gradually took longer, and Kirilenko slowly vented his strength, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.He reached out and took out the mobile phone from Putin's trouser pocket, plugged in the earphones, and unlocked it with Putin's fingerprint.He didn't flip anything, just turned on the music software, chose a song out of thousands of choices, and let it flow in each other's ears.

Kirilenko lowered his head, and the memory was again, mixed and chaotic.

After a nap accompanied by heavy rain, I huddled in the entrance where the first aid kit was placed, and woke up to the aroma of carrots in the room, swirling, blurred, clear, and dazzling.

The blond boy is sitting sideways in the arms of the pink-haired man and sleeping on his shoulders. Both of them have white earphones in their ears. There is a medicine box next to the man's legs. There is a light yellow light on it, and the lightning outside the window is so white In a daze, the fried pork with carrots on the dining table not far away was still steaming.

Kirilenko closed his eyes, as if he was very confident in putting him back on the bed before Putin woke up tomorrow, and even had room to kiss the jade pendant around his neck.

When Putin woke up, Kirilenko had gone out.He could tell by the smell in the room that the man was not at home yet.So he also went out, and took a long way across the park to another station to catch a car to find Komanic for breakfast.

Komanic watched Putin lying on his stomach on the greasy wooden table in the snack shop without any distaste, and asked knowingly, "Why did you run off yesterday."

The jade pendant on his chest caused Putin's chest to hurt, and he directly used his mobile phone to send Komanic a message [Going to worship Buddha. 】

Kemanic rested his elbows on the wooden table and continued typing, 【Very good, Buddha pays attention to letting nature take its course. 】

Putin clicked on the emoji and sent a series of emoticons.

The two sat across from each other in silence, sending messages to each other.

If it is seen by social investigators, it will be ruined again.

[Can your dormitory be crowded with one more person? ] Putin asked while typing.

Komanic looked at the person who looked away guiltily, raised his eyebrows, and typed, 【No. 】

[Accompany me to the 24-hour bookstore tonight. 】

[Why are you an otaku still thinking about not going home?Before, I ran back every day like a housewife. 】

Putin blinked his beautiful green eyes and turned off the phone guiltily.

The leaflets for the lecture hadn't been distributed yet, and a stack was placed on the iron frame in the corridor of the college.Putin walked by, took another sheet, and kept folding it into a small piece of paper with only Missbell's face on the outside.

Komanich also squinted at Kirulek's name printed on it.

Can't help you, great writer, wish you luck.

Putin was absent-minded all day, and Komanich ignored it.

Komanic played a cover for Putin and asked Putin to go back to the locker room to be lazy.He turned back and shouted to Putin, "I still have that magazine in my cabinet that you said you couldn't find before. If you are bored, just read it."

Putin nodded, went back to the dressing room, took the magazine, flipped through the pages casually, and turned to a page that was folded at a corner.

It was Mr. Bell again. Putin reflexively looked at the signature on the page header——Kirulek.

Putin was stared at by the same green eyes as himself, and couldn't feel at ease. He didn't dare to read the content of the article carefully. He could only turn to the cover to see the date of publication, which was almost a month ago.

He was so close to Kirilenko and Kirilek.

Putin is a little inexplicably guilty, it seems that he has a sense of insecurity that the enemy is already in the dark.Putin's mind was in a mess, and he leaned his head on the cabinet door and tried his best to stroke it, but he couldn't think of a reason.

He thought of the deep pool under Kirilenko's red eyes,

Think of juice under the hot sun,

Think of a man's white sweater and white hat,

I thought about the forest in my green eyes again.

Near midnight, Putin was still hesitating at the bus station.Komanic pushed from behind, pushing him back to the car door and staggering a few steps,

"Go home, have a supper and sleep, and have a quiz tomorrow," he said.

Putin got out of the car, walked at night, climbed the stairs, and saw the man sitting in front of the door with his head drooping and fell asleep, like a dead doll.Putin's heart tightened, and he leaned in front of Kirilenko to take a closer look. He could see his eyelashes trembling slightly with the frequency of his breathing.

"I didn't bring the key, I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said.

Waiting may not be so difficult for you,

No grand ambitions, great ideals have nothing to do with you,

You just have to sit on the pier at the corner,

Watching the birds and listening to the wind,

The wheel runs over the manhole cover and clangs,

The second hand goes by tick tock,

Hasty footsteps press down on the fallen leaves, click, click,

Your heartbeat is pounding.

-TBC