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Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Mu Qing's room looked the same as his people, clean, tidy, and spotless.
The soft carpet was very tactile when walking on it, Yu Yifeng simply kicked off his slippers, stepped on it with bare feet, and carefully observed the entire room.
The light-colored curtains, warm-colored quilts and sheets, and the overall fresh and lively tones made the field of vision extremely comfortable, but Yu Yifeng was a little disappointed—within the scope of the field of vision, any item that could be considered "private" or "personal" was No.
In the photo frame above the head of the bed are two simple landscape paintings, which at first glance are the ones chosen casually during the decoration; on the small cabinet beside the same simple style table lamp, and a half-open book with bookmarks; A part of the wardrobe against the wall is made into a hollowed-out shelf, and only a few books and some architectural models are placed - at first glance, it is the kind that is bought by tourists as souvenirs.
Yu Yifeng's interest was greatly diminished: "This is too boring."
He yawned and sat beside the bed, picked up the book spread out on the bedside table, and tadpole-like Russian came into view:
......Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
The content of the poem is lingering and gentle, but the declension of the words circled above and the knowledge points to be explained make this poignant beauty greatly reduced.
The excitement of entering the door was completely extinguished by the dull reality. Yu Yifeng was about to put the book back, but the bookmark in the middle suddenly fell out and fell to the ground.
He was about to bend down to pick it up, when there was a sudden noise on the shelf, and several books on the edge fell down, revealing the beautifully bound photo albums that had been hidden behind.
The photo album in this location....is he trying to hide it on purpose?
Yu Yifeng's interest returned a little, and he got up and took the photo album in his hand. The heavy feel shows the richness of the content, Yu Yifeng turned a page, and what caught his eye was a group photo with bright colors:
A teenage girl in a gorgeous and elaborate rococo style dress, next to her male companion in a knight's dress; in the middle is a "beautiful" in a cheongsam, but her gender is very suspicious, and a tuxedo with arms in her arms and a reluctant face. Gong Shichen, who was standing there; and in the far corner, there was a man with long hair hanging down and his head bowed not looking forward.
His hands tightly grasped the placket on his chest, the wide sleeves on his arms slipped down to his elbows, and on his fair arms were beautiful red ornaments, and the fringe on the bottom drew a slight arc, showing that he took this photo How flustered his movements were when the photo was taken.
Although he couldn't see his face from the camera, Yu Yifeng was sure that this person was definitely Mu Qing.
The interest that had already faded suddenly rose again, and he turned to the next page with great interest—
"Hold the grass!"
The first thing you see is the extreme red.
clear
Dressed in a gorgeous red dress, she leaned against the bluestone by the water, and touched the flowing water passing by with her bare feet. The hem of his clothes, which was blown up by the wind, had no strands, almost completely exposing his legs to the camera, only covering his waist and abdomen with his hands on the bluestone, so he couldn't see any more beautiful scenery.
Yu Yifeng stared at the well-proportioned legs for a few times, then turned the page back. In this photo, Mu Qing seems to have continued the actions of the previous photo, with half of his body immersed in water, and the camera is closer than the previous photo, so close that he can clearly see the beautiful lines of the collarbone under the loose shirt. .
Turning down one by one, the camera got closer and closer, and Mu Qing's movements became more and more bold. Yu Yifeng looked at it and suddenly became jealous of the photographer: "If I were to shoot... …”
He subconsciously imagined the appearance of Mu Qing in a more seductive posture under his guidance, suddenly took a deep breath, and lay back on the bed: "If we go on like this, before people get soaked, I will first Burned with lust and died."
After a long time.
It wasn't until the restlessness in his heart subsided a little that Yu Yifeng sat up, put the album back to its original position, and put the fallen book back in place. Although he really wanted to watch it again, for the sake of his own physical health and not to make Mu Qing angry - after all, he was so shy on the cover that he didn't dare to look at the camera; he'd better put it away first.
The moment he lay down, the faint scent on the pillow penetrated into his nostrils—it was the scent of Mu Qing.
Yu Yifeng turned his back up, staring blankly at the white ceiling. After a stalemate for a few minutes, he sighed helplessly, rolled over and got out of bed - he'd better deal with his physical needs.
When he got out of bed, there was a cold touch on the soles of his feet. Yu Yifeng looked down and found that it was a bookmark that had just fallen to the ground and was forgotten by him.
He squatted down and picked up this ginkgo leaf-shaped metal ornament. He was about to stand up, but the corner of his eye suddenly passed under the cabinet, and a white thing was lying quietly underneath.
Yu Yifeng hesitated for a moment, but reached out and picked it up. If it was something that Mu Qing accidentally dropped, if he picked it up and returned it to him, it would probably add to his affection for him.
The feeling of holding the "paper" in his hand is quite familiar. Yu Yifeng turned it over and found that it was also a photo, but
Era
It seems to be a long time ago, and it has not been properly protected. The edge of the photo has a faint yellow color, but the person in the middle is still clear.
It was Mu Qing, but not the current Mu Qing.
The boy sitting on the piano bench is tall and straight, with a figure between a teenager and a young man. His slender fingers draw a graceful posture above the black and white piano keys, and his face looking at the camera is a relaxed and no haze mischievous smile. The bright sunlight outside the window covered him, and then it was frozen in the gap of time.
Yu Yifeng looked at his smile and said nothing for a long time.
He has seen many smiles from Mu Qing, polite, helpless, or slightly alienated. But no matter what kind it is, the smiling Mu Qing is always gentle and refined, always moving forward and backward in a certain degree, as if his words and deeds are within the prescribed framework, and he is a person in the box, and he will not step beyond the line.
But who is born to be able to live with such prudence in words and deeds?
Brushing his fingertips across the young man's smile, Yu Yifeng suddenly felt a trace of regret from the bottom of his heart.
If could have met him earlier and watched him go from youth to maturity, it would probably be a very wonderful time.
The surging desire gradually subsided, Yu Yifeng wiped the photo clean and placed it gently on the cabinet. After thinking about it, took out phone and took this photo carefully.
"If you can't experience his past, you can always take a look."
He confidently saved the photo to a private collection and lay back contentedly.
The floor where Mu Qing is located is not too high, but the confidentiality is very good, and it is very quiet. When the lights are turned off, it is pitch black, and only the dim light of the street lights comes in vaguely from the outside.
Yu Yifeng has always fallen asleep quickly, but after a while, he felt drowsiness. When he was about to fall asleep, there was a small light sound outside the door.
"Click."
It was the sound of the door lock being opened from the outside, and the dull sound of something heavy falling to the ground. A cool breeze blew from the door and brushed Yu Yifeng's forehead.
He woke up instantly.
The security of this community is very good. Ordinary people can't enter the community without access cards. The design of one ladder and one family makes it easy to get to other people's floors. Therefore, at this point in time, the door can be opened silently and walked in, it can only be—
"Don't go in, Yunsi, come out." A very low voice sounded at the door, but now the surroundings were very quiet, Yu Yifeng's ears were good, and he could easily distinguish what he said.
"Meow—" The soft cat's meow was mixed with purring, and the subtle "hiss" sounded, the sound of paws slicing across the door.
"Shh, don't make a sound, come out, I'm here...hey!"
There was a dent on the quilt at the foot of the bed. It should be Yun Si who jumped up and took two steps on Yu Yifeng's calf, and the pressure suddenly disappeared - the energetic kitten on the night watch was mercilessly grabbed by the owner. stand up.
"Shhdon't make a fuss, I'll go out and get you something to eat"
Mu Qing coaxed Yun Si carefully, full of helplessness in his heart.
He had just been lying down for more than two hours without falling asleep. In desperation, he was about to knock on Yu Yifeng's door, so that he could get a little melatonin from the drawer of the bedroom. Yun Si took a run, jumped up nimbly, and hung it on the door handle of the bedroom.
The door that wasn't locked opened in response, Yun Si fell to the ground, turned somersaults, and walked in with cat steps.
The light was not turned on in the bedroom, Yu Yifeng seemed to have fallen asleep. Mu Qing could barely see the location of Yunsi by the dim light in the living room, reached out and picked it up and carried it to the guest room.
Anyway, Yu Yifeng was already asleep, so there was no need to knock on the door to wake him up.
"Asleep" Yu Yifeng laboriously pretended to breathe long, half-opened his eyes to watch Mu Qing go and return, and then stopped at the head of the bed.
In an instant, countless random thoughts flew in his mind: Is he going to kill me? No, impossible; could it be that he is going to attack at night? But this is too exciting——
As soon as his fantasy started, the sound of opening the drawer sounded. Mu Qing skillfully touched the vial of melatonin at the opening of the drawer, carefully closed the drawer, turned around and walked out.
Gee, it's just taking things.
Yu Yifeng sighed silently, and was about to close his eyes to sleep when he saw Mu Qing's outline suddenly crooked, and he was about to fall forward. Before he had time to think, he suddenly sat up from the bed and caught Mu Qing's shaky figure.
"You didn't—ah!"
Mu Qing stumbled on Yu Yifeng's slippers, and was suddenly hugged by someone, and reflexively punched the figure that suddenly appeared. After the punching, he realized that it was Yu Yifeng, and quickly turned on the light: "I'm sorry I didn't respond, are you okay?"
Yu Yifeng covered the bridge of his nose, dizzy and dizzy: "Nocough-cough, it's alright..."
He raised his head, and a line of blood flowed from his nose.
Mu Qing: ......
Two fifteen in the morning, a time when most people fall into sweet dreams.
Yu Yifeng sat on the edge of the bed, Mu Qing held the disinfectant wipes in his hand, and carefully helped him wipe the remaining blood on his face: "I'm a little strong, sorry..."
"It's alright, I did it all of a sudden, I don't blame you." Yu Yifeng replied with a smile, tears flowing in his heart: This is the first time he has actively pursued someone, who would have thought that the process would be so miserable.
The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, Mu Qing coughed lightly: "I came here, I just wanted to get some melatonin...... I didn't expect to wake you up, sorry."
"I usually sleep late, I just lay down at that time, and you didn't wake up." Yu Yifeng replied in a stern voice, and then looked at the small bottle that Mu Qing put back on the table, "What do you want melatonin for? Aren't you pretty white?"
"The main function of melatonin is to help sleep. I don't sleep very well, so sometimes I need to eat a little." Mu Qing explained.
"A sleep aid?" Yu Yifeng picked up the vial on the table and looked at the introduction, then glanced at Mu Qing, and suddenly asked, "Are you—recognize the bed?"
Mu Qing did not speak. Yu Yifeng looked at his expression and sighed: "You usually sleep here, but today you suddenly went to sleep in the guest room. The unfamiliar environment makes you nervous, so you can't sleep."
Yu Yifeng's tone was firm, but Mu Qing didn't insist: "There are indeed some, but not all of them. The main reason is that my sleep quality is not very good."
He said it implicitly, but Yu Yifeng didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little annoyed in his heart: Does this person have to be so polite in front of him all the time?
"I thought we were friends."
The person next to him suddenly made a noise, Mu Qing looked up, and saw Yu Yifeng's serious expression, "Let's not say why we contacted in the first place, but now you say that I am your friend. , then treat me like a friend, and be honest with me, okay?"
Yu Yifeng said that he adjusted his sitting posture and changed his posture to face Mu Qing: "Recognizing the bed is not a difficult thing to talk about, you can tell me generously, and then let me clean up the guest room by myself - like treating normal people. friends, not like guests, okay?"
Mu Qing still didn't answer, Yu Yifeng didn't insist any longer, just rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was still aching, picked up the medicine bottle with melatonin on the table, stood up and walked out: "You sleep in Here, I'll go to the guest room."
"But I just put Yunsi over there. It's probably not in a good mood now. If you go there, it may scratch you."
Yu Yifeng paused, but still didn't look back: "I'm going to sleep in the living room."
"No need." Mu Qing walked up to him and looked at Yu Yifeng with a reassuring smile on his face, "You can sleep here, I'll coax Yunsi well, and you can sleep after taking a pill of melatonin. already."
Yu Yifeng looked at him, reached out and shook the vial: "But this is medicine, not candy, you can't eat this often."
"I"
"Why not." Yu Yifeng cut off his words, "Since we both want each other to sleep in a better environment - why don't we both sleep here?"
Mu Qing's eyes widened: "But this will affect your sleep—"
"No." Yu Yifeng shook his head, "My sleep quality is very good, you won't affect it. Also, we are friends, not a couple, let alone an ambiguous object of a one-night stand, so don't worry about brushing the gun. ... it's not normal to just lie on a bed and sleep, isn't it normal?"
Mu Qing looked at his magnanimous expression, and sighed in his heart that you had the courage to say this. The heart of Sima Zhao, who you are fond of me, was already known to everyone during the day, but he pretended to be hesitant. :"But........"
"This is the best of both worlds, or - you don't think I'm a friend?" Yu Yifeng looked at Mu Qing with a hint of grievance in his eyes.
It has to be said that this way of accusing from the moral high ground is really irrefutable-although Mu Qing doesn't want to refute it.
Mu Qing bit his lower lip as if embarrassed, and only slightly nodded when a light water red would appear on his lips. If something happens, then there is a high probability that you are not at a loss.
Yun Si in the guest room had long forgotten the owner's act of forcibly taking it out of the bedroom, and the group slept in the quilt; Yu Yifeng walked over and carefully picked up the pillow, and returned to the bedroom with Mu Qing.
The moment he lay down, Mu Qing was still worried, and if there was someone around him, he might still not be able to sleep; but not long after, the surging sleepiness suddenly hit, dragging him into a dark dream.
Yu Yifeng lay quietly beside him, hearing the breathing of the people around him gradually becoming long and deep, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up in an arc.
Should it be said that he believed too much in human nature, or too much in himself?
The poems in the text are selected from Pushkin's "I Loved You Deeply", and the translation is as follows:
I once loved you silently and hopelessly,
I suffer both shyness and jealousy,
I used to love you so sincerely and so tenderly,
May God bless you and another person will love you as much as I do.
(I have made some fine-tuning in the translation, it does not affect the meaning of the sentence and does not affect the reading)