A flash of cold-tuned electric lights flashed from the horizon, and Yudouzi, who was very sincere in both weight and quantity, was still smashing hard. With the full and lively atmosphere outside, the number of people in the bookstore is rare. It seemed too quiet.
Li Zhiqing was squeezed in his arms by the man and looked at Song Junlin, who was stuck at the door of the store and did not immediately go forward. This stupid expression was put on a painful face, and he just revealed a few words. It's so cute, innocent and cute.
Due to the angle problem, Song Junlin could not see the appearance of the man in black, but he could clearly see the face of Li Zhiqing from the man's arms.
He grinned and thought: Oh my god, this young man is so pretty.
And Li Zhiqing's mind only shook the same sentence back and forth: Who is the one who hugged him and didn't let go?!
If reality can add special effects like anime, his hair at this time will probably be stiff and stretched.
The shop was quiet for a few seconds, but it seemed like ten minutes had passed.
Song Junlin suddenly realized that it was impolite to stare at the young man, so he hurriedly looked around the bookshelf, and then when he looked at Li Zhiqing, he found that the other party was still looking at him with wide eyes, and his expression seemed to be a little bit surprised.
Song Junlin was puzzled for two seconds, and then reacted.
The two big men on the opposite side hugged each other so intimately. It was very likely that it was the kind of unusual relationship that surpassed the same-sex friendship. He suddenly broke in here and bumped into the face, probably frightening the young man.
"It's okay, don't be nervous." Song Junlin inserted the umbrella into the umbrella stand behind the door and said with a smile, "My job is to draw cartoons on the Internet, and I have read a bit of related works. I think this is normal."
normal?
Li Zhiqing didn't understand what he meant, why is it normal to be held by a strange man for no reason and not let go?
The arms hooped behind him are firm and strong, and Li Zhiqing's face is placed on the upper part of the man's chest. Through the clothes, he can feel the soft touch of the other's chest texture and the slight coolness passed by.
He slowed down, struggling for two times and couldn't break away. Seeing that the man didn't mean to let go of him at all, he squeezed out a voice from his faintly tight voice: "...Let me go."
When the voice fell, Li Zhiqing obviously felt that he was being held tightly by the other party.
The man seemed to resist this sentence a little, but quickly let go of his strength, let go of his hand obediently, and stood still and stared at him.
Li Zhiqing took two steps back, the hairs still standing on the back of his neck.
At this time, he felt more deeply that the man was really tall, even though there was still a few steps away, he still needed to lift his chin to look at him.
The man's facial features are cold, without a slight expression, no matter the corners of his mouth and eyebrows are full of indifferent, hard lines, only the eyes show a little humanized heat.
Li Zhiqing could even see a hint of joy and joy in his eyes, it seemed that there was something inexplicable...
……obedience?
Li Zhiqing was looked at by him with this look, and he couldn't help but think of the Labrador raised by the family's uncle.He felt like he was a little dazzled after the scare just now.
He looked at the tall and silent man in front of him, then at Song Junlin who was smiling brightly there, wiped his forehead and asked the latter: "Are you... Song Junlin?"
"Yes, that's the one who came to rent a house." Song Junlin had a small unshaven stubble, which was twisted and pulled away as he spoke. "Is Boss Tang in the store? He has seen me several times. ."
Li Zhiqing didn't answer the question about Tang Shunshi's presence or absence. He turned around and asked the unthreatening man in front of him: "Then who are you?"
The man stood upright. He moved his gaze to his lips when Li Zhiqing was speaking, trying to imitate the opening and closing movements of his lips. Finally, the corners of his lips moved and his mouth opened a bit, but it still didn't go well. Make some noise.
This can't blame him, after all, he hasn't expressed anything in words for a long time, let alone communicate with others, and now it is inevitable to feel powerless to speak.
"What are you going to do in the store?"
The man kept silent.
Li Zhiqing looked at the umbrella stand except for the spare automatic umbrella in the store, only the one that Song Junlin had brought, and asked him: "It was raining so heavily outside, didn't you bring your umbrella when you came?"
The man was silent.
Li Zhiqing said damn, is this not only a facial paralysis or a dumb?
"You don't know each other?" Song Junlin was a little puzzled after hearing the questions Li Zhiqing asked the man, "Then you two just..."
Why were they holding each other just now?
Li Zhiqing looked at Song Junlin and explained helplessly: "I thought of him as you before and wanted to shake his hand, but he would be wrong and thought I wanted to hug him."
Song Junlin was amused by the oolong. He walked in with the suitcase in his hand, and when he approached, he instinctively looked at the man's face.
As soon as he looked up, the man glanced at him lightly.
Song Junlin twitched his heart, and a layer of goose bumps suddenly exploded on the back of his neck.
It's not how scary the man looks, it's simply that his expression is too indifferent, and there is no temperature in his eyes. When he meets him, he feels cold in his heart. Song Junlin was so ignorant of him to see all the features of the man. contour.
Song Junlin hurriedly pulled his gaze away, swallowed hard, and looked at the man a second time without confidence.
He was worried, but Li Zhiqing looked at the man more carefully.He found that, except for the one he had just cast at Song Junlin, the other party's eyes were stuck on him from beginning to end.
The man stood in place and let Li Zhiqing look at it, his eyes became more gentle as time stretched, and there was not a trace of danger leaked from his body, and he gave the impression of being kind.
Li Zhiqing gave Song Junlin a wait gesture and said to the man: "Now I'm going upstairs. If you don't speak, I don't know what you are doing. If you are not in a hurry, I can temporarily think that you are coming to the store. Is it raining?"
The man hesitated, then nodded.
"I will come down later. If you need any help, you can tell me at that time." Li Zhiqing thought that he might be inconvenient to speak, so he added, "Express it, you can use the chair over there. Go sit."
The man didn't follow his fingers to look at the soft chair, he nodded and stiffly lifted the corners of his lips up.
Li Zhiqing smiled back at him and raised his hands one step forward: "Although you look innocent and harmless, you don't look like a criminal, but for the sake of insurance, can I check your pocket?"
The man nodded again, and coordinated his arms to slightly spread out.
Li Zhiqing touched him and found that the man didn't even have a pocket on his body. He couldn't help but smile: "Then you can rest here, I'll go up first."
Song Junlin stepped onto the stairs in Li Zhiqing's footsteps, and also wanted to laugh a little, but with a wry smile.
Just because of the glance that the man just glanced at him, he couldn't get involved with "Innocent and Harmless". This young man named Li Zhiqing doesn't look bad.
"If you leave a stranger in the store, you are not afraid that he will steal something and run away?" Song Junlin felt that Li Zhiqing walking in front was the one who was truly innocent and harmless, and could not help but remind him.
"Just the broken bookstore, there is something to steal for him." Li Zhiqing smiled carelessly, took out the key to open the door, and blinked at him. "The most valuable thing in the store is me. He can't I'll steal it."
When Song Junlin heard this, he sneered.
Don't say it, if Li Zhiqing intends to rely on looks to eat, his face does look very valuable.
Different from the shabby simplicity of the bookstore on the first floor, the house on the second floor is decorated in a simple and elegant style, with complete living arrangements and no problems with lighting. Song Junlin finally walked into the bedroom he wanted to rent, full of satisfaction from head to toe.
Li Zhiqing faded a rubber band around his wrist to his fingertips, tied his hair skillfully behind his head, removed the dust cover from the bed, and helped Song Junlin put on the bedding he had brought.
He turned his back to the floor lamp in the room, his figure was cut by the warm light, and he seemed to be shining, as eye-catching as the fairy prince in the movie.
Song Junlin watched his hair dangling behind him, and couldn't help but ask him: "You look at most twenty years old. Our country's school rules and regulations are so strict. How do you keep your hair to this length?"
"I don't have much time in the country, and those rules and regulations can't control me." Li Zhiqing answered with a smile.
"I also wore braids when I was a child. My mother made it. But when I entered elementary school, I was asked to shave my head straight." Song Junlin chatted with him. "There is a saying from our hometown that children who are weak are given long hair. , Parents who have hair and skin can bind their souls and prevent their children from dying early."
Li Zhiqing was about to shake the sheets away, and paused when he heard the words.
"It is said that the more painful the parents are, the tighter they are. I can't remember the details." Song Junlin chuckled, and finally laughed, "When I was born, I was almost nine kilograms, and I was as strong as piglets. There is no need to tie the soul."
Li Zhiqing lowered his eyes to listen to him, neatly laid out the sheets and straightened up and smiled: "Okay, you have to clean up the rest by yourself. I'll see if the person is still there."
Song Junlin was about to nod his head. Li Zhiqing had already pushed the door to leave. He went down the stairs and raised his eyes, and found that the man hadn't moved his chair to sit at all, but stood there quietly watching him.
Just as Li Zhiqing was about to speak, the man suddenly opened his mouth and said three words unskillfully.
His voice is low and hoarse, like an ancient string that has been buried in the ground for thousands of years without seeing the sky. The first time he plays it, it shows the intoxicating charm of the vicissitudes of life.
But Li Zhiqing obviously couldn't appreciate the sound of that person's voice right now, nor could he be surprised that the man was not dumb.
He felt that most of his ears were about to die, and he stared for a moment and raised his eyebrows, looking incredibly stupid: "Huh?"
The man looked at him intently and repeated, this time his mouth was much smoother than before.
He said slowly and clearly: "I want you."