This is a coin that people can't refuse.
So Chi Xueyan couldn't stop laughing and put it in his pocket casually.
The cold coin fell into the warm pocket, and it stayed with the necessary keys and candies.
In addition to the mysterious origin so far, He Qiao's seemingly simple personality also has a little unknown at some moments.
Sometimes euphemistic, sometimes frank and direct.
He often does surprising things, and it seems that he should have done so, which is not out of the ordinary.
Under the joint action of the handwritten note and the toothed strawberry, Chi Xueyan accepted the first fine and acquiesced to He Qiao's interfere in his private life.
The second and third strokes that followed naturally had no reason to refuse.
He is not very picky about food and basically eats everything, and the chef in the media company's restaurant is really good. He is much more delicious and rich than takeaway, and he often innovates.
For the new frequency that the company's restaurant suddenly became particularly active, the employees pretended not to notice it, but when they met Mr. Chi every day, they would say him more enthusiastically.
Compared with the strange aust the beginning, those greetings are more relaxed and excited.
Life is still very ordinary, and there is a silent change.
Every night after work, Chi Xueyan will receive the same small gift box.
So he found that strawberries could grow into so many strange appearances.
The round body with two pointed lower edges is a healthy and full tooth.
The edge turned into four sharp horns, and with the bulging upper body, it became a little jellyfish waving tentacles.
When the upper body disappears, leaving only the green leaves next to the four corners, it will look like a crooked butterfly.
The strawberries in each gift box are unusually cute.
Each strawberry will be eaten by the finished Chi Xueyan.
But before eating, he will take photos as a souvenir.
There are no two identical leaves in the world, and no two identical strawberries in the world.
Someone sent him a unique and strange strawberry. It seems like a waste not to make a souvenir.
At the same time, Chi Xueyan's office window also has a unique scenery.
The construction of the open space blocked next to the high-end office building was soon completed and the fence was removed.
It was a large billboard, which was transported in the middle of the night and stood firmly on the maple road.
It is normal to build a billboard for publicity next to the media company.
This morning, when Chi Xueyan walked into the clinic, she heard her colleagues discussing the latest street scene.
"Huh, when was this built? I didn't even pay attention."
"It's just these few days. Haven't you seen it? I was also curious about An'an about what he was doing. I didn't expect it to be a billboard.
"But it doesn't look like an advertisement. There are no goods, just one sentence."
"The media company in the opposite building is in the catering group. Maybe it's going to hold so brand activities later. It's warm-up."
"Yes, it makes sense."
The colleague nodded thoughtfully, stared at the billboard, and couldn't help asking the colleague beside him, "What are you going to eat tonight?"
Chi Xueyan on the side looked down their sight.
On the brand-new billboard, in the flowing and flashing neon screen, the first "advertisement" that appeared was a monochrome background with a line of concise text.
[What are we going to eat tonight?]
It's like asking every stranger who can see this billboard, leaving a little suspense in their hearts with the most ordinary questions, so that countless similar and different dialogues can be sounded on the roadside and in front of the window, in exchange for subconsciously curious eyes in the future.
It's also like asking the real and only recipient.
It is what the advertising company under the catering group will do.
It is also what He Qiao, who has posted a note on the window to leave, would do.
That line is the color of strawberry, and the background is the same color as the gift box.
So after looking at it for a while, Chi Xueyan went to the office. On the way, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to He Qiao, who had just separated.
[Shahryar: Hot pot?]
He doesn't need to make it clear to He Qiao where the answer is.
[Xiao Eleven: Do you want to eat at home?]
He Qiao didn't need him to ask why he thought of the idea of the billboard.
[Little Eleven: It always sticks the window, which seems to be very childish.]
Chi Xueyan replied to him with a smile.
[Shahryar: Eat at home.]
[Shahryar: It looks much more mature now.]
Although behind maturity is the childishness that only he knows.
Before officially starting work, Chi Xueyan took a picture of the billboard.
Then, he sent it to the family chat group.
When the morning's work came to an end, he turned on his mobile phone and saw his parents sending full-screen chat content.
At first, it is simply the answer to the question in the photo.
[Mr. Chi: You can't eat the food cooked by Aunt Ling, haha.]
[Director Han: In fact, I'm wondering whether to go out for barbecue. I haven't been to the intersection for a long time. Is Yanyan coming back to eat together? Let's go to Shangheqiao together.]
[Han Dong: ... Wait, isn't this the road to your clinic in this photo? I thought it was an emoticon just now.]
[Mr. Chi: It's true, it's all maple trees.]
[Dong Han: I remember! Yesterday, Xiaoyue just told me that Heqiao Company was planning some publicity activities recently. Did it actually show it to you?]
The most passionate and straightforward love is the most natural and obscure way.
Even Han Zhenzhen, who was straightforward and afraid of numbness, couldn't say anything picky. After sighing for a long time, he suffocated a meaningful tone.
[Dong Han: Tsk.]
[Han Dong: Lao Chi, how dare you laugh at your son? Look at his Heqiao. If you want to learn from him, you can't learn it.]
[Director Han: I actually wanted to hit him that night. Fortunately, I didn't let him see the club.]
[Mr. Chi:............]
[Mr. Chi: No, I just wanted to play golf at that time.]
[Mr. Chi: Really!]
[Director Han: Fart!]
Chi Xueyan smiled while watching, sliding the couple's leisurely chat to the end. It was Han Zhenzhen who deliberately @ his question.
[Han Dong: In a word, it's romantic enough. This marriage is quite right.]
[Dong Han: This makes me suddenly want to see how He Qiao usually does housework. Last time, I said I would go there to guide him.]
[Han Dong: When do you clean up? How about this weekend?]
[Director Han: @Shahryar Yanyan, remember to reply to me after work.]
...Chi Xueyan suddenly had a feeling of picking up a stone and hitting his own foot.
But he doesn't seem to resist.
[Shahryar: Then this weekend.]
He doesn't even need to ask Heqiao if he is free on weekends.
Because He Qiao never goes out to deal with business on weekends, he only flips through documents, reports and business books in his spare time at home. If Chi Xueyan has something to do with him, he will immediately let go.
This is actually a state that Chi Xueyan is more familiar with.
His parents are the same. They agreed that as soon as they get home from work, they will not be allowed to talk about anything in the company.
Life and work are clearly separated, so the days become pure.
The word "home" has also become very pure.
"Home" appears more and more frequently.
[Shahryar: My mother said she would come to my house on the weekend to watch us clean up.]
[Little Eleven: OK.]
When Chi Xueyan promised Han Zhenzhen, she told her to come in the afternoon, because they would sleep in the morning. After all, it was a day off twice a week.
In fact, this is a rare weekend for him not to sleep in.
There are still a lot of things to do in the morning before the afternoon cleaning.
For example, decorate the cold and empty master bedroom to create the illusion of husband and wife living together.
In the early morning, after eating the same breakfast, when He Qiao cleaned up the kitchen, Chi Xueyan studied the fireplace selected by Sheng Xiaoyue in the living room.
Halfway through the winter, they haven't used this thing, and they still maintain the same appearance when they first moved in.
Because in the days we spent together before, we didn't need that warm and incent atmosphere.
Today is the right time.
Looking at the beautiful fireplace fluttering smoothly inside, Chi Xueyan got up and went to his bedroom to move things.
The same goes for Heqiao.
The spacious and clean cloakroom is gradually filled with two different styles of clothes, quiet and serious.
He Qiao maintained a trace of his unruly nature and habitually placed them clearly, which clearly showed that they were the clothes of two people.
As soon as he left, these things were randomly disturbed by Chi Xueyan.
The high-end suit and the fuctic jacket were shoulder to shoulder, and the sports watch accidentally fell into the drawer full of ties.
The cold sense of order is invaded by the lazy chaos.
It looks more like a family that has been living together for a long time.
When He Qiao returned to the cloakroom, he was stunned at first, and then quickly smiled and admitted that he lacked consideration: "It's better this way."
Chi Xueyan also feels the so.
It's better this way.
They cooperated to pull up the quilt on the big bed without a trace of folds, making it look fluffy and comfortable. The pillow deliberately pressed the marks, as if they had just spent a long night with a beautiful dream.
Fragramented small objects began to decorate the beautiful but lonely furniture in the master bedroom.
The two bedside tables are furnishings of different styles.
There is a TV remote control, a tissue box, and an empty transparent vase on this side of Chi Xueyan.
It's a new vase he bought recently, which he just brought from the cabinet beside his bed.
There are also three things on the side of Heqiao.
A foreign document that looks very hypnotic, a glass of water, and an exquisitely shaped ceramic candy box.
There must be sugar in it rigorously, and the taste should be good.
He Qiao doesn't like sweets very much, so he prepared it for him.
Chi Xueyan, who was standing by the bed, looked at the beautiful candy box. In fact, he wanted to tell He Qiao that he never eats candy before going to bed, because he would go to bed after brushing his teeth every time.
He also wanted to say that he was not used to the position of the glass, and he could accidentally break it.
But when Chi Xueyan was about to open her mouth, she retracted every sentence in an instant.
He thought that he became uncertain.
If He Qiao picked up a candy that didn't taste good from the beautiful candy box and handed it to him, he didn't guarantee that he would refuse it before going to bed.
Anyway, the night is so long that you can brush your teeth again.
Obviously, they are just temporarily creating the illusion of living together.
But this seems to be a very tempting illusion that people can't help but want to put it into practice.
At this uncertain moment, Chi Xueyan suddenly realized that unlike in the past, he didn't think about anything at the moment when he took a photo of the billboard and sent it to his parents.
I didn't think about what people in love should do, and I didn't think about what to say to be more like a loving partner.
It's just that it's done.
He stood quietly and thought of more things.
The fireplace outside the bedroom is burning with a warm orange flame. From time to time, there is a light and soft popping sound. The light reflects the dust floating in the air. There have been many strange-shaped gift boxes of red strawberries on the dining table. The ordinary sweetness is reshaped into different freshness every day. The window frame is light and elegant green, and the outside is a quiet winter.
The scenery in the room is like a flowing oil painting, exuding a smell that will remind people of eternity.
Chi Xueyan once never believed in eternity. Many of the beauties he chased were brilliant and fleeting moments. He had long been used to a kind of reincarnation that appeared again and again in life: he became interested in the same thing, waited for it to bloom to the extreme, got enough pleasure, and then threw it away when it was gloomy.
It is precisely because the rose will wither quickly that it looks precious when it blooms. The most unforgettable beauty is often accompanied by irreparable brokenness.
Chi Xueyan, who used to be, did not think that he would have the idea of spending the rest of his life with anyone in the future.
He has always felt that getting along with himself is a unique pleasure, because only he knows the unpredictable self best and knows where to put the glass in the best place.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that it was irrelevant to put the water cup in the wrong position, and even better. It was a completely different kind of comfort from when he was alone.
If, it's the person in front of you.
What would He Qiao say if the cup was accidentally broken by him?
He guessed that He Qiao would not be angry or blamed, but would take the initiative to get the cleaning tools.
When cleaning up the broken glass, will he talk about broken peace like Han Zhenzhen? Or did you complain that you were scared like the middle of the pool?
Chi Xueyan could guess his general reaction, but he couldn't imagine the specific details.
It takes a long and plain day to fill the gaps in the description little by little.
The real and trivial life spent together.
Anyway - Chi Xueyan thought - he would pull him to buy some new cups after Heqiao finished cleaning up the glass fragments.
Maybe one, maybe many.
He didn't know what kind of cup he would choose at that time.
I don't know what He Qiao would say and do at that time.
But he is imagining these beautiful unknowns floating in the wind.
Whether the relationship is short or long, the ending is broken or eternal.
He is not sure, and it doesn't matter.
Chi Xueyan still doesn't know how to accurately determine the arrival of love.
He just imagined a picture that would happen sooner or later: the broken glass on the floor, He Qiao, who was carefully cleaning up the fragments, and he was about to choose a new cup.
Love is a game that can give brilliant meaning to ordinary memories.
In a very short moment, the past, present and future of time were suddenly intertwined, making the limited space extend into a boundless ocean. On the sparkling summer sea, he sat in the middle of the boat and watched the beautiful flames blown by the sea breeze.
That's the flame burning in the fireplace, the orange-red wind.
The wind gently sent the gentle voice of the people around him.
He Qiao saw that the person standing across the bed stopped moving and fell into a long silence, so he asked him, "What's the matter?"
Being awakened by him, Chi Xueyan blinked and suddenly withdrew her thoughts.
"I'm distracted."
His answer is always very crisp.
So He Qiao asked seriously, "What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about the blue sea, the white yacht, and the three wine glasses shattered by the waves."
His thoughts are always fluctuating.
For example, I remembered the day I went fishing with my loved friend for no reason.
He Qiao didn't ask again, because he knew that Chi Xueyan had not finished speaking.
He looked at the lover on the opposite side, who was shrouded in sunlight. His vision in the morning was particularly clear, and he could clearly see the golden light anchored on the tip of his dazzling hair.
"And the call you called me."
When Chi Xueyan said this, she suddenly laughed, and all the sunlight around her disappeared.
"At the last moment of farewell, I said to you, see you tomorrow, and you said the same thing to me."
While the memory flowed slowly, He Qiao seemed to be able to see his own rich reflection from his clear eyes.
It's the only reflection there.
In the master bedroom where they had never lived together, the person with reflection in his eyes stared at him intently in a light tone.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that day was very beautiful."