Bojun and Xiao never have islands

This week, the whole city is preparing for the super typhoon Sachima. The hottest topic in the office is the typhoon landing on weekends. Can the magic city's barrier be defended?

"Why panic, it doesn't matter if the typhoon blows or not, I won't go out on weekends anyway."

"Typhoon days, the two of you should be at home cooking dramas and eating snacks!"

"Have you been asked to speak? Come to show affection again? Why can't a single dog watch dramas and eat snacks at home?"

The photographer hahaha along with everyone, never expecting that there is no snacks for him to eat at home.

By Friday afternoon, the typhoon advance force began to attack the magic city barrier from the side.The thick dark clouds and the unbridled heavy rain seemed to press down the sky, and the floor-to-ceiling glass of the office building was clattered by the raindrops engulfed by the strong wind... After a while, the rain stopped again, waiting for the next wave of energy accumulation .

"Shouldn't it be released early today?" someone suggested.

So everyone looked at the photographer expectantly.

"OK! Everyone, go home and be safe!" Of course, the photographer will not be stingy with this benefit.

Everyone packed their bags and left work one after another, and the photographer was still backing up the data in his seat.

"Have you prepared all your food reserves?" Sister TrafficManager asked.

"Well... not yet." The photographer thought for a while.

"Don't expect to be able to order takeout on this day. Don't even think about living in the company and not going home!"

"I know."

"Go back early! The road will be blocked after a while."

"I know, I know, you should go back soon!"

An hour later, the photographer turned off the computer and thought, what an exaggeration, the sun has cleared up again, the typhoon won't come for a while!

Another hour later, the photographer stared at the wiper while holding the steering wheel and thought, what an exaggeration, it's raining like this, it might as well just fall down!

Another hour later, the photographer finally drove to the underground parking garage of the T mall that he frequented.It is rare to see the basement of this shopping mall so empty, especially on Friday after get off work.Finally getting rid of the congestion on the road outside, the photographer leisurely turned the steering wheel in the garage, trying to find a parking space closest to the elevator in the mall.

When turning to area B, a familiar motorcycle appeared in the parking space near the corner.

It's his license plate.It was the R6 that he photographed.

Motorcycles are here, so racers should be in this mall too?But shouldn't he be in Beijing?How can he go back after riding a motorcycle in such weather?Do you want to make a phone call?But what if he was with friends?

The photographer struggled for a second, telling himself not to break the safe distance again.

But in such weather, the photographer still couldn't let go of his worries.

So, the photographer parked the car in the opposite parking space, sat in the car and listened to the real-time weather report on the radio.The host said that due to the current heavy rainfall, the low-lying roads have been severely flooded, and some roads have been flooded and stalled. A series of chain reactions have paralyzed some road traffic...

Not long after, that person really appeared, carrying a schoolbag and a helmet, walking slowly in this direction while looking at his phone.

The photographer turned on the headlights and flashed, and the man looked up.

They "met" by chance.

"Ms. Xiao? Why are you here?" The racing driver wore three long and short necklaces, and the pendants clinked together after standing still. He was wearing a pair of ripped wide-leg jeans, and his feet were closed together. stood before him.

"I'm passing by after get off work and go to the supermarket to buy something."

The photographer stood next to the car, which was covered in water and even had leaves stuck to the windshield wipers.

"It's raining outside again?" the racer asked belatedly.

"There is a typhoon blowing in Shanghai today, even if the No. [-] typhoon signal is not strong enough."

"Typhoon? Then, Mr. Xiao, you should be careful when driving..."

"What about you? How are you going to get back?" The photographer glanced at his motorcycle, and his tone was half complaining and half worried, "I don't even look at the weather forecast when I go out by bike."

"It happened that the rain stopped when we went out. It's okay, I only need half an hour to go back." The racer said confidently.

"I'll take you back!"

"No need. It's raining and the roads are congested. It's faster to ride a motorcycle."

The photographer thought, up to you.

The racer thought, Mr. Xiao will keep me a little longer.

As a result, the racer's pace towards his car became extremely slow, but when he put on his helmet and started the car, Mr. Xiao didn't stop him.

Amidst the rumbling engine of the motorcycle, he vaguely heard a sentence: "Squeak when you get home."

The racing driver waved his hand smartly, put away his legs on the ground, and rushed straight out of the basement.

Within 2 minutes, the photographer hadn't reached the elevator yet.The sound of the engine that exploded so that every grain of dust in the basement resonated came from the direction of the entrance again, getting closer.

Now the sky outside can only be described as dark and dark.

The racer was shocked by the waterfall-like rain curtain at the moment, and turned his head carefully at the garage door without getting a drop of rain.

Don't talk about what it will be like to get home after half an hour of driving, but you can be drenched thoroughly after being exposed to the rain for half a second.

The photographer looked at the person who appeared in front of him again, tilted his head, and waited for him to speak.

"It's raining really hard."

"So, I told you I'll take you back."

The racer set up a navigation route on his mobile phone... The destination is a residential area in the western suburbs that is not far from the airport. The road is more than ten kilometers away. The whole section of the navigation is red to black, and the estimated time is "unknown".

"The western suburbs are flooded." Thanks to all the vehicles that broke down halfway!The racer said silently in his heart.

"?" The photographer was puzzled, "You came here from the western suburbs?"

"That's right! Lego here is the only one in Shanghai that has the latest space series." The racer said very confidently, "And then I want to go for a run."

The photographer thought of the first time we met near the airport last time, and finally asked the doubts he had been wondering all along: "Then you circled around the airport last time..." The photographer gave a questioning look, implying to ask Want to ride a bike too?

The racer received the question and nodded.

This person is really bigger than the eye of a typhoon even if he rides his bicycle regardless of the bad weather.

"Then, can Mr. Xiao pick me up and go home?" the racing driver raised his helmet.

The photographer felt annoyed and funny, and angrily walked ahead.

The racing driver walked behind with a backpack on his back, and he couldn't hide his secret joy.

The racer was pushing the shopping cart in the supermarket, feeling that Mr. Xiao was obviously unhappy, and was afraid that the opportunity to "take it home" would be taken back.Therefore, the words that the racers uttered most carefully in every sentence were "anything", "casual" and "listen to Mr. Xiao".

The photographer heard that his ears were callused and decided not to ask his opinion, so the photographer was even more unhappy.

The photographer decides to make boiled beef or boiled fish fillets; the photographer decides to buy both the original flavored potato chips and the crayfish flavor; the change of underwear... the photographer thinks it is better for him to take it himself.

The shopping carts on the upper and lower floors were full of food and daily necessities. In front of the checkout counter, the photographer took the tin box of assorted candies from the shelf and put them in the basket.

After paying the bill, the photographer had half a dozen beers in his hand, and the race car driver took care of everything else. It was called Mr. Xiao's money, and he contributed.

Then, when Mr. Xiao passed by a bakery, he specially bought another bag of Little Meat Dog Danish Cake and handed it to the racer.

"Teacher Xiao."

"what happened?"

"Is it possible to buy too much?" The racer couldn't help but ask.

"Will it?" The photographer saw that he was carrying three bags in one hand, and it seemed that it was a bit too much, "It's okay, it's a weekend!" And there were two people.

Go back to the parking lot and see the motorcycle parked next to the four wheels.

The photographer teased him and said: "Your boyfriend is unreliable, I will ride you out today, and I will pick you up tomorrow when the rain stops!" After speaking, he patted his mirror.

The racing driver behind him burst out laughing, and then said solemnly, "Mr. Xiao, I only consider him a good brother, not a girlfriend."

"Really..." The photographer remembered that when taking pictures before, he mentioned this stalk in order to let him quickly find his emotions. He joked about it at the time, and he seemed to have no objection!

R8 thought, I am a straight car, please Mr. Xiao not to make clay sculptures of me.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh." The photographer moved, turned around and opened the trunk of his car.

While putting the bags in his hand in neatly, the racer pretended to answer unintentionally: "I don't have a boyfriend either."

"Oh." The photographer replied in the same tone as before.

Why is the parking lot so stuffy?The moment the racer put his things away and lifted his body from the trunk, the photographer thought, why can't the air-conditioning of the T mall reach the underground parking lot?

The air conditioner in the shopping mall thought, I am conscientious in cooling, Mr. Xiao himself is irritable and sweaty, please don't blame me.

This is the first time for a racing driver to ride in the photographer's car, and he drives very steadily and attentively.

Before driving, the photographer unpacked the candy box he had just bought, squeezed a blackcurrant-flavored candy into his mouth, moved his tongue, and the hard candy crackled between his teeth.

The photographer passed the candy box forward, and the racer picked one with the same black currant taste.

The photographer closed the lid of the iron box and licked off the white powdered sugar on his fingers.

Along the way, there was a storm.

The mania of the wind and rain was isolated from the car window, the taste of the black currant hard candy was on the lips of the racer, the faint scent of aromatherapy in the car was on the tip of his nose, and the British rock with brisk rhythm and lazy singing was played in the car.

The navigation prompts that there is a traffic jam ahead, and the two are chatting in the car.

"Why did you come to Shanghai this weekend?"

"Because everything in Beijing is over."

"Are you ready for the next race?"

"No. I have to go back and continue working on Sunday."

"..."

The photographer propped his elbows on the car door, held his head, and tilted his head to look at the racer.

"Ms. Xiao will allow us to have a rest day!"

"Yeah!" the photographer nodded while supporting his head, "Yeah! Then congratulations on catching a super typhoon of level 17 in Shanghai, and returning to Beijing on Sunday to catch the typhoon. Is your weekend plan just to follow the path of the typhoon? "

"Are you worried about me? I will pay attention to safety when I return to Beijing the day after tomorrow." The racer's eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were raised, smiling smugly.I thought I was not chasing the typhoon, I was chasing you.

The photographer ignored him and moved forward a little with the traffic.

"Can Teacher Xiao know how to cook?"

"Yes."

"How did you learn it?"

"You don't need to learn this. When I was young, I watched my family cook a little bit. Later, when I went to study abroad and had to rely on myself, I had to know everything..."

"Where does Mr. Xiao study abroad?"

"Germany." The photographer told anecdotes about the kitchen during his study abroad career, and the racing driver listened carefully.

According to the process, when the chat reaches here, the other party will say, is Germany a gourmet basin, only sausage beer?Are Germans not humorous?Are German products super easy to use? ...but the racer didn't say that, none of these preconceived ideas existed in him.

"I remember that every year before the summer vacation, there is also a motorcycle race in Germany."

"The German race is usually the last race before the motoGP summer break."

The photographer threw the topic to the racing driver, waiting for him to continue, but the racing driver suddenly stopped talking.

"and then?"

"The only thing I know about Germany is the Saksenling Circuit... I don't seem to know anything except the track." After all, they have arrived in a competition city, and they spend all their time preparing for the competition throughout the weekend. Where Take time to get to know the city.So when it comes to some place names, the first reaction of the racers must be the characteristics of the city's track, the exciting moments of a certain race...

"I don't understand your motorcycle world. Tell me, I want to hear it."

What was originally a 20-minute drive took more than an hour to arrive.But the racers feel that this road is very fast, and the time is comparable to the speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour in the race.

The photographer's home, in the quiet city center.

Downstairs is the Greenland Park in the city center. Originally, at this time, there were citizens strolling and exercising, but the trees planted at this moment were blown to one side, and the sound of the branches beating each other was a bit manic.A gust of rain hit the glass window more quickly than before, and the entire glass was trembling slightly.

This house is a split-floor apartment, and the south-facing side is double-height floor-to-ceiling glass, with good lighting and a good view.But on a typhoon day, facing the impact of the violent wind and rain head-on, the observation effect is also excellent.

For safety reasons, the two decided to hold on to the glass.

So the photographer is cooking in the kitchen.The racer moved a simple telescopic ladder, and used the sealing tape to pull the M-shaped grid on the glass... After three steps, five divisions and two were done, the racer ran to the kitchen to help.

"Help me get three eggs from the fridge."

The racer opened the door of the refrigerator, which was covered with photos, stickers, and briefings. Except for the fresh ingredients he just bought, the rest of the place was really empty.

How does this photographer usually live?

"Basically, it's all resolved in the company!"

The photographer wanted to say that, in fact, he hasn’t eaten home-cooked food for a long time. Basically, what everyone in the company calls takeaway, just bring him a copy and that’s it.

Boiled beef, boiled fish, cola chicken wings, broccoli in soup, scrambled eggs with tomato, each dish comes out of the pan, and finally the white rice is steamed and baked.

The two sat at the table facing each other and ate a home-cooked meal.

The warm yellow light on the dining table casts an appetizing filter on the dishes, and a warm soft light on the face of the person opposite, illuminating the eyes as bright as amber.

"What do you do after dinner?"

"Listen to Teacher Xiao."

"Watching a horror movie?" The photographer thought of what his colleague said, when there is a typhoon, the two of you should be at home watching dramas and eating snacks!He was a little eager to try.

"Listen to... Teacher Xiao."