The weekend filled with movies is over.
Chi Xueyan thinks that this weekend can be in the top ten of his favorite days.
Although he was very happy to get along with He Qiao on this day, he liked too many days to rank in this row.
As the temperature continues to drop, the calendar finally turns to December.
In the last month of this year, many people are looking forward to snowflakes, gifts, Christmas and New Year's Eve.
Chi Xueyan was not in the mood to welcome the festival.
At the end of the year, not only will there be more patients with appointments, but there will also be a variety of summary reports to write.
He doesn't like to watch this kind of thing, let alone write.
In this nine-to-five job, the only annoying part of Chi Xueyan is writing a report.
It's annoying enough to write a summary report of the day before leaving work every day.
There are more annuals to write this month.
So he began to avoid this matter silently from the first day of December.
For example, after waking up during lunch break, there is still a while before going to work.
In the past, Chi Xueyan would choose to look out of the window, letting his thoughts wander for a while until he slowly entered the working state.
But not now.
He always thinks of a blank report document.
There are even strict word count requirements.
So Chi Xueyan decided to play with his mobile phone.
The dynamics of friends are always wonderful, which helps to divert attention.
[Wang Shaojing: I don't want to hear the word fortune-telling anymore/prayer]
This was caused by Chi Xueyan, so he smiled and gave a thumbs up.
[Ren Xuan: The second basketball court at 8 p.m., passion 3V3, currently one is missing five, enthusiastically sign up (college students are not allowed to participate, your physical strength is too good, I can't beat)]
The seventh blind date, Mr. Ren, who often mingle with the students, recently became single. Chi Xueyan specially changed his note to his full name.
He hasn't gone out to play for a while, and he has no other plans tonight.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan casually commented on a 1 below, and Ren Xuan quickly replied ok.
This is the communication between the two people who occasionally go out for sports.
The next one is sent by He Qiao.
Seeing this dynamic, Chi Xueyan was a little surprised.
[Little Eleven: New Icon for Christmas.]
The supporting text is very simple, with only a few words, but the picture is very cute.
It is the festival limited edition icon of the mobile phone application "Three Trees".
Previously, Ye Qing said that he would change the name of the application, consulted the two people, and finally accepted Chi Xueyan's proposal.
Like the application name, the new LOGO is three small trees side by side. The design is simple and the brushstrokes are childish, which is easy to stimulate users to produce positive feelings.
In the new Christmas icon sent out by He Qiao in advance, there is a small red and white Christmas hat on each tree, with snowflakes floating beside it, and the small hairballs on the tip of the hat are blown up by the wind.
It looks clumsy and cute.
But Chi Xueyan subconsciously glanced at the date displayed on her mobile phone.
It is indeed December 1st.
So he couldn't help leaving a heartfelt emotion.
[Shahryar: The staff of the design department work hard.]
The work content in 20 days has been completed so long ago.
And he is still resisting to write an annual summary report.
He Qiao's reply also came very quickly.
[Little Eleven: The bonus has been paid.]
Looking at this very convincing reason, Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.
He is worthy of being a capitalist with a good appearance.
He took another look at the three small trees wearing Christmas hats and forwarded the pictures to the family group.
[Shahryar: Does it look like a family of three?]
This is the origin of the name of the three trees.
Successfully at the time of work, Chi Xueyan put away his mobile phone.
The busy afternoon is short and long, as usual.
When the day's work was completely over, when Chi Xueyan picked up her mobile phone again, it was already full of unread messages, which was the same as always.
There was a message from Ren Xuan, who told him that there was a new product in the school canteen. He could go there for dinner, then take a break for a walk, and then go to the basketball court.
In the university taught by Ren Xuan, the canteen dishes tasted very good and were quite famous. Chi Xueyan would taste whimsical new products every time he went there, so he came back neatly.
There is a gentle and ruthless abandonment from parents.
[Han Dong: Like, I also saw what He Qiao sent. This little hat is very cute.]
[Han Dong: Oh, are you implying that you want to spend Christmas with us?]
[Han Dong: When you grow up, you should learn to celebrate the festival by yourself. Mom and Dad are going on a date.]
[Mr. Chi: Your mother is right.]
[Mr. Chi: Haha.]
Chi Xueyan:...
He didn't think so much.
I don't really care about the overly loving couple, so I also replied with a cold "haha".
There is also the message from Heqiao.
This news is the latest and delivered on time after his work.
Probably from the opposite window, I saw him finishing work and changing his white coat.
[Little Eleven: How do you want to spend Christmas?]
It's still late autumn outside.
Chi Xueyan only thought that he was reminded by the new icons made by the staff of the design department, and asked casually.
So he also answered casually.
[Shahryar: I don't care, it's up to you.]
[Shahryar: Don't you have to celebrate your birthday with your family?]
He knew that He Qiao's birthday was on Christmas Eve, and he had been waiting to cooperate with the other party's arrangements.
The other party entered for a while before sending a new message.
[Xiao Eleven: My mother asked us to spend it together.]
[Shahryar: Fine.]
His reply was very simple and there were no unnecessary questions.
At the top of the chat box, there is another burst of input that appears and appears.
Chi Xueyan didn't care. She got up and left the clinic to say goodbye to the colleagues she met.
After he walked out of the elevator, he received the next message.
[Xiao Eleven: What do you want to eat tonight?]
[Shahryar: I played ball with Ren Xuan in the evening and went to his school canteen to eat.]
So he didn't go to the opposite office building to wait for He Qiao to get off work today.
Chi Xueyan walked into the underground garage. As soon as he opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, the mobile phone in his pocket kept vibrating.
He answered the sudden call and asked, "What's the matter?"
He Qiao's tone was similar to usual, as if he just confirmed the evening arrangement with him: "Do you want to go there now?"
"Right." Chi Xueyan responded, "We are about to leave."
I don't know what new dishes are released this time.
I hope I don't have to wait in line for too long.
In his imagination of food, he began to feel hungry.
Perhaps he couldn't wait to hear his voice. He Qiao didn't say any more, but just asked, "What time will it end?"
"I'm not sure. It starts at eight o'clock, and maybe it will break up around ten o'clock."
"I'll pick you up."
Chi Xueyan wanted to say no, but these short four words were obviously still gentle, and seemed to have a taste that could not be refused.
So he did not refuse: "Okay, on the second basketball court."
I'm so tired after playing football that I'm too lazy to drive anymore.
After hanging up the phone, the jewel-blue sports car drove out of the basement.
Chi Xueyan vaguely remembers that in their last similar conversation, it seemed to be a question at the end: Will I pick you up after the end?
It is slightly different from what you just said.
The maple leaves on both sides of the road have quietly fallen to the ground, spreading a crisp blanket on the clean road.
The dazzling blue rose and went away.
Today's air is particularly calm. Most of the time, the balloon man on the windowsill of a high-rise building just waits softly.
Occasionally, when a wisp of wind blows, its body suddenly fills up.
Become very brilliant.
The new dish launched in the canteen is the best-selling squirrel fish.
It sounds more expensive, a little more than the standard of a university canteen.
However, this dish is only sold for three yuan.
There are neither squirrels nor fish in it.
The ingenious raw material of this "squirrel fish" made Chi Xueyan remember the whole basketball game at night, so that he missed two of the best three-pointers in everyday life.
It just so happens that Ren Xuan, who is in charge of the game, can't be said to be very dedicated.
The two were ridiculed by several other friends who played together as if they were in love with ball skills.
Dr. Chi, who has been single for many years, has just got married, and Mr. Ren, who has been single for many years, has a new relationship.
The players agreed that the main purpose of Ren Xuan's match was to find a way to show his love.
Mr. Ren is quite popular among the students, and there are people on the basketball court who are very handsome, so there are many college students who come to watch.
The basketball fell into the box, and the young and enthusiastic spectators suddenly cheered.
Ren Xuan glanced at the crowd and said regretfully, "It's a pity that he has something to do today, so he can't come to see me play ball."
Football players: "...Tsk."
This is a relatively simple show, and everyone can say something.
There are also relatively high-end show methods that only people who like to read books can understand, such as Chi Xueyan.
At the end of the ball game, the night was darker, and most couples said goodbye with a simple good night.
But the university teacher who teaches literature has a more romantic and subtle way.
Putting down the basketball in a sweat, Mr. Ren couldn't wait to talk about the good night part he had carefully conceived.
"I have saved a lot of novels, just wait for this day." He shared with Chi Xueyan with great interest, "I'm going to start reading from the article of Kotasal. Have you read it?"
Ren Xuan cleared his throat and skillfully recited the beginning of the novel: "It sounds like a joke, but we are indeed immortal..."*
Chi Xueyan accurately caught his foreign literary stalk and joked, "Do you still want to put a yellow flower at the head of the bed?"
The name of that novel is "A Yellow Flower".
It tells the story of a person who is numbly waiting for the end of the suffering in life. One day, he met an ordinary small yellow flower in the park and suddenly felt a breathtaking beauty, and the rest of his life was born with a new meaning.
This is an image suitable for association with your lover.
"Oh, you reminded me." Ren Xuan's eyes lit up, "This seems more romantic. I'm going to buy a beautiful vase later. Sure enough, it must be you."
Seeing his undisguised excitement, Chi Xueyan also smiled: "Remember to treat me to dinner later, just squirrel fish."
Love always seems to make people full of desire to share.
On the court in late autumn, unrelated yellow flowers, squirrel fish, and onlookers outside the court flashed in his mind.
Suddenly, Chi Xueyan remembered something.
He turned his head and looked at the sidelines.
With the end of the game, in the gradually dispersed crowd, there was still a figure standing in place, and his straight coat was similar to the night.
He saw Heqiao.
I don't know when you came here.
He never cares about the audience.
He Qiao was staring here from afar, and his eyes were at each other, so Chi Xueyan took the initiative to raise his hand to respond.
Ren Xuan looked over and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile: "Well, now it's my turn to be shown."
Unlike couples, they both got the certificate and are about to return to the same home.
He Qiao came to pick up Chi Xueyan, and also greeted him and shook hands with him.
Ren Xuan felt that He Qiao seemed to have changed a little compared with the wedding day.
He can't say what the specific difference is.
Because the other party's attitude is still gentle and polite.
...It's just that the hand is a little stronger.
It doesn't look like Chi Xueyan's sports-loking personality?
Ren Xuan wiped his sweat with a towel puzzledly and swit the two leave side by side.
On the way back, Chi Xueyan chatted with He Qiao, who was driving.
"Have you found any difference between Ren Xuan and before?"
"...No, where?"
"He fell in love, and he felt that he was different, but he was still more normal than Su Yu."
Chi Xueyan's words fell, and the speed of the sports car seemed to slow down a little.
"Are you in love?"
"Well, I've known my former classmates for a long time."
He Qiao paused for a moment before asking him, "What's your mood?"
Chi Xueyan felt that this question was a little subtle and strange.
But he still answered truthfully, "I'm happy for him. He's the kind of person who really wants to get married and have a family."
"Do you think he will marry his current object?"
"It's possible. After all, we've known each other for a long time. We're good friends, but recently we found out that we like each other."
This kind of long-term relationship is probably relatively stable.
Chi Xueyan's tone was very ordinary, and the speed of the sports car also became normal.
He Qiao held the steering wheel and stared intently at the way home.
As soon as he entered the house, Chi Xueyan went straight to the bathroom of the second bedroom and sweated a lot when playing. The first priority was to take a shower and wash away the stickiness all over his body.
Just as he walked to the second bedroom with a clear purpose, He Qiao behind him asked him, "Do you want to take a bath in the master bedroom after coming out? I'll help you get water."
Chi Xueyan thought for a ter and found it difficult to refuse the offer. She nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."
With the fatigue of exercise, he soaked in the warm bathtub.
The bath water placed in advance, the mist is steaming, the foam is floating, and the water temperature is hot.
Chi Xueyan suddenly remembered the empty and beautiful yellow flower in foreign novels.
So, at the moment when he was about to walk into the shower, he stopped.
In a short moment of stillness, Chi Xueyan talked about what he saw and heard today in a very tune: "I ate squirrel fish in the canteen at night."
He Qiao also stopped to walk to the master bedroom, looked back at him, and answered without surprise, "What did you do?"
He won't take the initiative to mention ordinary things.
Hearing the words, Chi Xueyan laughed and answered him seriously.
"It's made of potatoes."
The golden potatoes cut with knives and poured with sweet and sour eggplant red sauce can almost confuse the truth.
It's the strangest squirrel fish he's ever eaten.
But the taste is also the best.
Chi Xueyan walked into the bathroom with a smile.
The door closed, leaving only a warm yellow light on the floor.
A wisp of wind blew, and the balloon man floating outside the kitchen quietly opened his arms in the night.
He Qiao's eyes moved away from the door that gradually sounded like water and walked through the living room to the master bedroom.
On the coffee table in front of the TV, there are a few books that Chi Xueyan has been reading recently.
One of the exquisitely framed fairy tale collections was put on the top, and he just turned it over last night.
It's a wedding gift from a university teacher who teaches foreign literature.
The bathroom of the master bedroom is also lit.
When Chi Xueyan simply took a shower and came out wrapped in a bathrobe, the water in the big bathtub was almost full.
When passing through the living room, the surrounding ordinary scenery has changed slightly.
The fairy tale collection was pressed at the bottom of several books.
Chi Xueyan didn't find it.
His hair was wet, and the drops of water kept falling between his neck, and then seeped into the snow-white bathrobe, leaving winding water stains along the way.
Just like the day when He Qiao previewed the bath water, the bathroom door of the master bedroom was half-closed.
This time, Chi Xueyan walked over as usual.
Under the dim yellow light, he leaned against the door and admired the students' concentrated homework.
The rolled-up shirt cuffs were wet with water again.
It made him think of the pure black coat that was as silent as the night when Heqiao was waiting by the basketball court tonight.
It's pretty good-looking.
He Qiao still didn't seem to notice the wet sleeves.
The sound of water finally stopped, and Chi Xueyan walked to the bathtub and said, "Good night."
He Qiao walked towards the door and responded, "Good night."
But this is not the last dialogue tonight.
In the hot bathroom, Chi Xueyan heard his voice ring again.
Familiar voice, familiar serious tone.
Only the emotion behind the words is strange and vague.
"That day, you said you owed me a detail."
In the same place, the same fog, and the same passing by, He Qiao asked him softly, "Can it still be cashed in?"
The author has something to say:
*Note: "It sounds like a joke, but we are indeed immortal." Quoted from Julio Kotasal's novel A Yellow Flower, translated by Moyani.