I thought about it, it was still early anyway, and I had nothing to do when I went back. I might as well go and sit at Ye Xing's place, so I nodded to him.
Ye Xing smiled happily and led me towards the house he rented in the village in the city.
Ye Xing is a boy who knows how to live well. The location he rented is relatively close to the house, so he is not disturbed by the hustle and bustle around him.
I followed him into the winding alley, and finally came to a building built by residents of a village in the city.
Ye Xing used the key to open the anti-theft iron door and took me up to the second floor.
The room he rented was not small, about 20 square meters, with a small bathroom. In the middle of the room, in addition to a double bed, there was also a bookcase and a wardrobe placed against the wall.
There is a computer desk, which can be said to be small but well-equipped.
This room is not that old, and traces of painting can still be seen, but Ye Xing still decorated the wall two meters below with plain curtains, and also placed some pothos and the like on the window sill and bookcase.
Plants are used as decorations, so the color tone of the whole room looks very elegant, not quite like a boy's bedroom, but a bit like a girl's bedroom.
However, considering that Ye Xing studied art, and boys studying art are more showy, it is understandable that the room should be decorated more elegantly. Just like the boy he shared a room with before, they both studied art.
, their room looked particularly clean and tidy at that time.
I smiled and sat down on the small swivel chair in front of his window, and praised softly: "It's not bad, the little room is very cozy." As I said that, I looked out the window.
It was midsummer, and the windows of Ye Xing's hut were split steel windows. At this time, they were wide open to keep cool. It was on the second floor, so the view was relatively wide, and he had a panoramic view of the scenery downstairs.
The tall and short village houses in the city, the winding and crisscrossing wires, and the few birds that fly by from time to time, all jumped into my field of vision. Looking into the distance, I could even see us opening a store.
The street, as well as some shop signs on both sides of the street, and dense crowds of people.
I leaned against the window, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
"It's not bad to sit here and watch the scenery, isn't it?" At some point, Ye Xing was already standing behind me. He put his hands on the window frames on both sides of my body, lowered his head and said softly to me.
In this position, I was in his arms, his bright eyes were looking at me, and his warm orchid breath sprayed on the side of my neck, which made my heart tremble, and a warm current flowed through my heart.
"It's not bad, I feel relaxed and happy!" I replied as calmly as possible.
He smiled, then stood up straight and said to me gently: "I went downstairs to buy a few bottles of cold drinks, I forgot about them just now." Then he walked out the door.
I watched him go out and slowly got up, wandering around his cabin boredly.
His sheets and pillowcases were all light blue, very clean, and the bedding was neatly arranged. There was no slovenliness at all that some young boys have due to laziness, just like his appearance.
This is also the main characteristic of him that attracted me from the beginning.
Thinking of this, a faint bitter smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and my mood was a bit complicated.
I walked to his bookcase and searched aimlessly for books that attracted me.
Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a plastic-wrapped book tucked in an inconspicuous position at the bottom, because I intuitively felt that it was a photo album.
I slowly took out the plastic-wrapped book and opened it. As expected, it was indeed a photo album.
I opened it and took a look. The first few pages were all photos of Ye Xing when he was a child. Although he didn't tell me, I could still recognize him from the photos at a glance, because even though Ye Xing had grown up, there was still something in his eyes.
The clean and clear feeling when looking at people has never changed. His eyes are particularly bright, which was what attracted me so much at first. Therefore, even if he was among a group of children, I could quickly recognize him.
The photos are all of him and some children. The background seems to be some kind of paradise. There are many toys and musical instruments such as pianos. Ye Xing looks like he is smiling happily. In some of the photos, there is another person on the screen.
The figure of an elderly woman, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, tenderly hugging the children, smiling kindly at the camera.
I continued to flip back and forth, and a unique photo caught my eye.
This is a black and white photo. There is a beautiful, dignified and quiet woman in her early twenties. She wears a beautiful Hepburn-style hair, light makeup, curved eyebrows, and bright eyes. She is looking at
Smiling for the camera.
She is wearing an old-style cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, the specific color cannot be seen. It can only be seen that the black base material has faint patterns on it.
This photo should be old, at least thirty or forty years old, because the photo is slightly yellowed, but looking at this woman's attire, it is impossible for a mainland woman to dress up so beautifully and fashionably at that time, so what is her identity?
Who is it?
With suspicion, I continued to scroll back, and at the back, some photos of Ye Xing and his family began to appear.
Judging from Ye Xing's age in the photos, he should be less than ten years old. There are many photos of him and a woman in her thirties. It seems that this woman should be his biological mother, because there are three of their family behind them.
family portrait, that man should be his father.
Turn to the back again, and the middle-aged woman who took a photo with Ye Xing in the front disappeared. What appeared in the family photo was the figure of another woman. This may be Ye Xing's stepmother. This woman is younger than Ye Xing's biological mother, but
She is not as beautiful as she is, but there is a cunning air between her eyebrows. She holds a small baby in her arms, that should be Ye Xing's younger brother.
In this photo album, there are relatively few photos of Ye Xing, his father, stepmother and younger brother. There are only two or three photos, but in the only two or three photos, each of them has a cold expression and a different posture.
It's very stiff. Basically, Ye Xing's father and stepmother are sitting in the front, holding his younger brother, and Ye Xing is standing alone in the back. From this, it can be seen that the relationship between them is indeed very ordinary.
After flipping through this photo album in its entirety, I got the impression that Ye Xing's appearance is neither like his mother nor his father. It should be said that he is more beautiful than his biological parents, because his parents' appearance is strictly
In a sense, he is just an ordinary person, but Ye Xing's facial features and figure are both outstanding. Perhaps he has concentrated on the advantages of his parents.
I was sitting there thinking silently about this photo album, and I didn't know when Ye Xing had quietly walked up to me.
"Are you looking through my belongings?" he asked me teasingly while smiling and passing a bottle of drink to me.
I smiled faintly, took the drink he handed me, then put the photo album on the desk, turned back to the previous page, turned to the page with the black and white photo, pointed to the beautiful woman in the photo and asked
Ye Xing: "Who is this person? He is so beautiful!"
Ye Xing lowered his head and looked carefully, then touched his nose and replied lightly with a smile: "Oh, she is my first music teacher. She is a returned overseas Chinese who came back in the 1980s."
"Oh, so that's it..." I suddenly realized, no wonder this woman has such a good temperament. She turns out to be a musician, so the good charm in her body should be the temperament of an artist.
Ye Xing's explanation also reasonably explains why that woman wore a cheongsam and had her hair tied up thirty or forty years ago. Because she was an overseas Chinese and was not in the mainland at the time, so her dress should be that of Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan.
edge style.
I was still immersed in the aftertaste of this photo album, but Ye Xing had quietly taken the photo album away from my hand. He took my hand and slowly sat down by the bed, smiling at me.
He said to me: "Don't just stare at that photo album, tell me what you think about my room? This is your first time here since I moved here."
I held a drink in one hand and was held by him in the other. I looked around his room a little cautiously and said softly to him: "It's not bad, clean and elegant." Then I asked him again, "What's this?"
How much does a room cost per month?”
Ye Xing smiled and put his hands on the bed behind him, and answered me: "The rent here is cheap, this room is only 500 yuan."
I nodded lightly and said, "It's very cheap. Such a large area cannot be rented at this price in a community." Then I asked Ye Xing with a smile, "How much is your monthly income now?"
Ye Xing smiled, very brightly, and he said to me seriously: "A man's purse is the same as a woman's age, so you can't ask questions casually." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to hold me.
I was pulled by him and sat down slowly next to him. I pretended to be dismissive and said "cut" in a low voice, "If you don't tell me, forget it."
We sat side by side on his bed, I drank the drink in my hand silently, and Ye Xing watched me beside me.
His gaze made me a little embarrassed, and my ears felt hot. After a while, I couldn't help but turn my head, pretending to be slightly annoyed and asked him in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"
Ye Xing smiled and turned his head, hesitated, and then said slowly: "I'm looking at you to see if you still... hate me..."