meet on slag road

Chapter 17

Mu Qing's room looked the same as his own, clean, tidy, and spotless.

The soft carpet has an excellent touch, Yu Yifeng simply kicked off the slippers, stepped on it with bare feet, and carefully observed the whole room.

Light-colored curtains, warm-colored quilts and bed sheets, and the overall fresh and bright colors make the field of vision extremely comfortable, but Yu Yifeng is a little disappointed - within the range of vision, a "private" or "personal" item is not No.

In the photo frame above the head of the bed are two simple landscape paintings, which look like the ones randomly selected during decoration; on the small cabinet next to it is a table lamp with the same simple style, and a half-open book with a bookmark in it; The middle part of the closet against the wall is made into a hollowed-out shelf, and only a few books and some architectural models are placed - it looks like the kind that was bought as a souvenir when traveling.

Yu Yifeng's interest was greatly reduced: "This is too boring."

He yawned and sat by the bed, picked up the open book on the bedside table, and the tadpole-like Russian came into view:

...... Яваслюбилбезмолвно,безнадежно,

Торобостью,торевностьютомим;

Яваслюбилтакискренно,такнежно,

Какдайвамбоглюбимойбытьдругим.

The content of the poem is lingering and gentle, but the declension of words circled above and the knowledge points marked to be explained make this poignant beauty greatly reduced.

The excitement when 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 fluttered to the ground.

He was about to bend down to pick it up, but suddenly there was a sound on the shelf, and a few books on the edge fell down, revealing the beautifully bound photo album that had been blocked behind.

The photo album in this location.... Did he try 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 texture shows the richness of the content. Yu Yifeng turned a page, and what came into view was a group photo with bright colors:

A girl in a gorgeous and complicated rococo-style dress, next to her male companion in a knight dress; in the middle is a "beauty" in a cheongsam with a very suspicious gender, and a tuxedo with her arms crossed and her face full of reluctance Gong Shichen; and in the far corner, there is a man with long hair hanging down, with his head down and not looking forward.

His hands were tightly clutching the skirt of his chest, and the wide sleeves on his arms slid down to his elbows. There were beautiful red ornaments on his fair arms, and the tassels on the bottom drew a slight arc, showing that the picture was taken How flustered his movements were during the photo shoot.

Although he couldn't see his face from the angle of the camera, Yu Yifeng was convinced that this person was definitely Mu Qing.

The interest that was about to subside suddenly rose again, and he turned to the next page with great interest——

"Hold the grass!"

The first thing you see is the ultimate red.

Mu Qing was wearing a bright red dress, leaning against the bluestone by the water, touching the running water passing by with his bare feet.The hem of the clothes blown up by the wind was not covered, almost completely exposing his legs in front of the camera, only his waist and abdomen were covered by his hands on the bluestone, so he couldn't see any more beautiful scenery.

Yu Yifeng stared hard at those well-proportioned legs, then turned a page backwards.In this photo, Mu Qing seems to have continued the actions of the previous one, half of his body is submerged in water, and the camera is closer than the previous one, so close that he can clearly see the beautiful line of the collarbone under the loose skirt .

Flipping through one by one, the camera got closer and closer, and Mu Qing's movements became more and more daring. Yu Yifeng watched and suddenly felt a deep jealousy towards the photographer: "If I were to take the picture... ...."

He subconsciously imagined Mu Qing posing in a more seductive pose under his guidance, suddenly took a deep breath, and lay on his back on the bed: "If this goes on, before the person gets soaked, I will first Burned to death."

After a long time.

It wasn't until the restlessness in his heart subsided a little that Yu Yifeng sat up, put the photo album back to its original position, and put the fallen books back.Although he really wanted to watch it again, it was for his own physical health and to prevent Mu Qing from becoming angry—after all, he was too shy to look at the camera on the cover; let's put it away first.

The moment he lay down, the faint fragrance from the pillow penetrated into his nostrils - it was the smell of Mu Qing's body.

Yu Yifeng turned his back up, staring at the white ceiling expressionlessly.After a few minutes of stalemate, he sighed helplessly, turned over and got out of bed - he should go to solve his physical needs.

When he got out of bed, he felt a cold touch on the soles of his feet. Yu Yifeng looked down and found that it was a bookmark that he had just dropped on the ground and was forgotten by him.

Kneeling down to pick up the ginkgo leaf-shaped metal ornament, he was about to stand up when the corner of his eye suddenly passed under the cabinet, and a white thing was lying quietly underneath.

Yu Yifeng hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick it up.In case Mu Qing accidentally dropped something, if he picked it up and returned it to him, it would probably increase his goodwill towards 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 it seemed to be a bit old, and it had not been properly protected. The edges of the photo had already appeared. A faint yellow, 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 keys, and he looks at the camera with a relaxed and mischievous smile.The bright sunshine outside the window sprinkled his whole body, and then it was frozen in the crack of time.

Yu Yifeng looked at his smile and remained silent 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 elegant, and always advances and retreats with limits, as if his words and deeds are within the prescribed framework, and he is a person in the framework, and will not cross the line.

But how can anyone be born to live with such caution in words and deeds?

Rubbing the young man's dimple with his fingertips, Yu Yifeng suddenly felt a trace of regret from the bottom of his heart.

If I could meet him earlier and watch him grow from youthful to mature, it would probably be a very wonderful time.

The raging desire gradually subsided, Yu Yifeng wiped the photo clean, and put it gently on the cabinet.After thinking about it, he took out his phone and took a careful photo of it.

"You can't experience his past, but you can always take a look."

He confidently stored the photo in his private collection, and lay back contentedly.

The floor where Mu Qing is located is not too high, but the secrecy is very good, and it is very quiet. When the lights are turned off, it is pitch black, only the dim streetlights faintly seep in from the outside.

Yu Yifeng always fell asleep very quickly, and he felt drowsy not long after. When he was half asleep, there was a faint 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.There was a cool wind blowing from the door, blowing over Yu Yifeng's forehead.

He woke up instantly.

The security of this community is very good. Ordinary people cannot enter the community without an access card, and the design of one elevator and one household makes it impossible to easily reach other people's floors.Therefore, at this point in time, the door can be quietly opened and walked in, the only possibility is——

"Don't go in, Yunsi, come out." The extremely low voice sounded at the door, but now the surroundings are extremely quiet, and Yu Yifeng has good ears, so he can easily distinguish what he said.

"Meow——" the soft meow was mixed with purrs, and there was a subtle "hissing" sound, which was the sound of paws scratching across the door panel.

"Shh, don't make a sound, come out, I'm here... Hey!"

There was a slight dent in the quilt at the foot of the bed. It should be that Yunsi jumped up, took two steps on Yu Yifeng's calf, and the pressure suddenly disappeared - the energetic kitten on night watch was mercilessly caught by the owner stand up.

"Hush—don't make noise, I'll go out and put you something to eat—"

Mu Qing coaxed Yunsi carefully, feeling helpless in her heart.

He just lay down for more than two hours without falling asleep, and was about to knock on Yu Yifeng's door in desperation to get some melatonin from the bedroom drawer. With an approach run, Yunsi jumped up nimbly and hung on the bedroom doorknob.

The unlocked door opened at the sound, and Yunsi rolled over on the ground and walked in with catwalks.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and Yu Yifeng seemed to have fallen asleep.Mu Qing barely saw the location of Yunsi by the dim light in the living room, reached out to hug it and sent it to the guest room, then turned back by himself, ready to take a little melatonin quietly and go out.

Anyway, Yu Yifeng was already asleep, so there was no need to knock on the door to wake him up.

Yu Yifeng who was "asleep" worked hard to pretend to be taking long breaths, half-opened his eyes to see Mu Qing go back and forth, and then stopped at the head of the bed.

In an instant, countless messy thoughts flew into his mind: Is he going to kill me?No, it's impossible; could he be attacking at night?But this is too exciting——

As soon as his fantasies started, the sound of drawing a drawer sounded.Mu Qing skillfully touched the small bottle of melatonin at the drawer, closed the drawer carefully, turned and walked outside.

Tsk, it's just taking things.

Yu Yifeng sighed silently, and was about to close his eyes to sleep, but 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 precarious figure.

"You didn't—ah!"

Mu Qing tripped over Yu Yifeng's slippers and was suddenly hugged by someone. Reflexively, he punched the figure that suddenly appeared. After the beating, 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, feeling dizzy: "No—cough, cough, it's all right..."

He raised his head, and a line of nosebleeds flowed down.

Mu Qing: ...

It's [-]:[-] in the morning, a time when most people fall into sweet dreams.

Yu Yifeng was sitting by the bed, Mu Qing was holding a disinfectant wipe in his hand, and carefully helped him wipe off the remaining blood on his face: "My hands are a little strong, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I did it suddenly, and I don't blame you." Yu Yifeng replied with a smile, and the tears in his heart flowed into a vast ocean: This is the first time he took the initiative to chase someone, who would have thought that the process would be so miserable.

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and Mu Qing coughed lightly: "I came here, originally just to get some melatonin...I didn't expect to wake you up, sorry."

"I usually go to bed late, and I just lay down, and you didn't wake me up." Yu Yifeng replied in a low voice, and then looked at the small bottle that Mu Qing put back on the table, "Why do you want melatonin? Aren't you quite white?"

"The main function of melatonin is to help sleep. I don't sleep very well, so sometimes I need to take a little." Mu Qing explained.

"Sleep aid?" Yu Yifeng picked up the vial on the table, looked at the introduction, then glanced at Mu Qing, and suddenly asked, "Are you—recognizing the bed?"

Mu Qing didn't 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 made you nervous, so you couldn't sleep."

Yu Yifeng's tone was firm, and Mu Qing did not 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: Is this person going to be so polite in front of him all the time?

"I thought we were friends."

The person next to him suddenly made a sound, Mu Qing looked up and saw Yu Yifeng's serious expression, "Let's not talk about the reason why we contacted at first, but now that you said I am your friend , then get along with me the way you treat a friend and be honest with me, is that okay?"

Yu Yifeng adjusted his sitting posture as he spoke, and changed it to the posture facing Mu Qing: "It's not something difficult to admit to the bed, you can tell me openly, and then let me clean the guest room by myself - treat it as normal Is it okay to treat me like a friend instead of a guest?"

Mu Qing still didn't answer, and Yu Yifeng didn't insist anymore. He just gently rubbed the bridge of his nose that was still aching, picked up the melatonin medicine bottle on the table, stood up and walked out: "You sleep on the bed?" 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 over there, it might 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 to him, looked at Yu Yifeng with a comforting smile on his face, "You can sleep here, I'll coax Yunsi well, and I can sleep after taking another melatonin gone."

Yu Yifeng looked at him, reached out and shook the vial: "But this is medicine, not candy, you can't take this often."

"I--"

"How about that." Yu Yifeng cut off his words, "Since we both want each other to sleep in a better environment——then it's okay for us both to sleep here?"

Mu Qing opened his eyes wide: "But this will affect your sleep—"

"No." Yu Yifeng shook his head, "My sleep quality is very good, you won't be affected. Also, we are friends, not lovers, let alone a one-night stand, so don't worry about rubbing your guns. ...isn't it normal to get out of the fire and just lie on a bed and sleep?"

Mu Qing looked at his frank expression, and sighed in his heart that you actually have the face to say such words. Everyone knows about Sima Zhao's heart that you are trying to flirt with me today; :"But........"

"This is the best way to get 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 at the right time.

It has to be said that this way of accusing from the moral high ground is really impossible to refute - although Mu Qing doesn't want to refute.

Mu Qing bit his lower lip in embarrassment, and then nodded slightly when a light water red color would faintly appear on his lips—Anyway, Yu Yifeng's force value doesn't look very good, if he really If something happens to you, there is a high probability that you are not at a disadvantage.

Yun Si in the guest room had already forgotten the act of the owner forcibly carrying her out of the bedroom, and she was sleeping soundly in the bed; Yu Yifeng walked over and carefully picked up the pillow, and returned to the bedroom with Mu Qing.

The moment Mu Qing lay down, he was still worried, and if there were people around him, he might not be able to fall asleep; but not long after, the turbulent drowsiness suddenly hit him, dragging him into a dark dream.

Yu Yifeng lay quietly beside him, and when he heard the breathing of the people around him gradually becoming longer and deeper, the corners of his lips suddenly curled up.

Should he be said to have too much faith in humanity, or too much faith in himself?

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The poems in this article are selected from Pushkin's "I Loved You Deeply", and the translation is as follows:

I loved you silently and hopelessly,

I suffer both shame and jealousy,

I once loved you so sincerely and so tenderly,

May God bless you and someone else will love you as much as I do.

(I have made some fine-tuning in the translation, which does not affect the meaning of the sentence or the reading)