nyslfriends Chapter 5 Church
Chapter 5 Church
After Lin He left, Song Qingyao took a shower and didn't want to eat when he came out, so he went to bed wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep.
It wasn't because Lin He said something that made him feel very tired. In fact, at the end of the talk, the atmosphere between them slowly returned to normal.Lin He didn't bother him to ask what he shouldn't ask anymore, but just took a suitcase side by side in the corner, and said "see you tomorrow" to him.
At that time Song Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand until he saw Lin He walk to the room diagonally opposite, took out the room card from his trouser pocket and opened the door.
Before entering the house, Lin He smiled at him, and after Lin He closed the door, he was still thinking about the meaning of that smile.
But after the conversation just now, he felt that Lin He understood what he meant, and maybe the phrase "see you tomorrow" was just a polite way.
Song Qingyao thought so, and soon fell asleep.In the dream, he saw the person he least wanted to see, and that person also caught him messing around with Lin He, chasing him and questioning him loudly, completely disregarding the people around him and each other's faces.
Opening his eyes in the dark, Song Qingyao took a while to see the surrounding environment clearly.
He didn't draw the blackout curtains when he went to bed last night, and the white gauze curtains were slowly lifted by the gust of wind between the cracks in the door, cutting the reflection of the moonlight on the wooden floor into irregular shapes.
He turned sideways, staring at the constantly changing shape of the moonlight, watching and closing his eyes again.
His two-bedroom house in Xiamen has the same layout as this hotel room, and there is a large sea on the opposite side of the balcony.Recalling that Yang Tingwei had blocked buying a house in that area at the beginning because the house price was inflated, Yang Tingwei said that if he liked it, he could rent it there, and there was no need to buy it.
He has also considered the issue of renting a house, but he has lived in Xiamen since he was a child. Since he has completed his studies and returned to China, he has no plans to develop in other cities, so buying a house in Xiamen is a matter of time.
What's more, Ye He also wanted to buy him a flat at that time, and took him to see a large apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms.He thought it was because his family wanted to change the house, but later he found out that his mother wanted to give it to him to celebrate his success as an emergency doctor.At that time, he refused. First, he wanted to rely on his own ability to buy it, and second, he was concerned about Yang Tingwei's feelings.
Their family backgrounds are very different. Yang Tingwei's parents are both ordinary employees. They have exhausted their savings for decades to support their son's study abroad. The family still lives in an old community house of only more than 50 square meters.
That community didn't even have a formal gate, vehicles and people came in and out at will, and there was a garbage station next door that lacked effective management for a long time, and people passing by had to hold their noses in summer.
He and Yang Tingwei have been together for two years and have only been to Yang Tingwei's house once.It's not that he doesn't want to go again, but that Yang Tingwei doesn't want him to go there.
They also kept their relationship behind Yang Tingwei's family.His open-minded mother, who discovered his sexuality when he was in high school, reconciled within a week.He has always understood how lucky he is, so he chose to understand and accept Yang Tingwei's reluctance to come out publicly with his family.
The incident of buying a house later was the first time that he and Yang Tingwei had obvious differences.Although Yang Tingwei said in the end that he would not interfere with his decision, he could see that Yang Tingwei was still very unwilling. He always felt that it was unrealistic for him to buy a house with an inflated price just for a sea view.
Amidst his chaotic thoughts, he unconsciously fell asleep.This time he didn't dream again, he fell asleep until he woke up naturally.
Stretching, he put on a coat and opened the balcony door, and the dewy mist shrouded the balcony lightly, and the world became unclear again.
Song Qingyao put his hands on the guardrail, and the corners of his lips curled up watching this scene.He doesn't dislike weather with advection fog, because not all advection fog completely blocks the view.
Just like at this moment, the line of sight can penetrate the hazy fog and see the looming sea level.The cool air in the morning penetrated into the lungs, and the whole person felt refreshed.
The glass windows of the financial building next door reflected a faint halo, he looked at it for a while, and then went back to his room to wash.
While brushing his teeth, he picked up his phone, replied to some important messages, and then looked at the strategy.
Yesterday he only visited Badaguan and the beach, but there are many scenic spots in Qingdao, and he didn't go to Laoshan. Thinking that he will go back the night after tomorrow, it seems that he has to make good arrangements.
After changing his clothes, he stuffed the umbrella into his chest bag, planning to go to the McDonald's yesterday for breakfast, but he didn't expect to see a person leaning against the opposite wall with his hands in his trouser pockets as soon as the door opened.
"Morning senior." Lin He stood up straight, walked up to Song Qingyao and said with a smile, "You haven't had breakfast yet, shall we go together? I know there is a restaurant that serves delicious breakfast, and it's nearby."
Song Qingyao opened his mouth and closed it again.He came out and closed the door, looking at Lin He's expression, he couldn't explain it: "Are you waiting here?"
"It's not special." Lin He raised his wrist to check the time, "It's 39 minutes and [-] seconds earlier than you."
The timing was quite accurate.
With a slander in his heart, Song Qingyao walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.Lin He put his hands back into his trouser pockets and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's okay." Song Qingyao replied lightly.
Lin He nodded: "I can't sleep."
Song Qingyao didn't answer this sentence, and Lin He didn't seem to intend to wait for his answer.
"I made a strategy all night," Lin He took out the phone, opened the memo and handed it over, "I've been thinking for a long time how to ask you out for a stroll so that I won't be rejected."
Song Qingyao's eyes fell on the densely packed text on the screen, but his mind was processing Lin He's last words.Then, he turned his head to look at the people around him: "Don't you think I'm not familiar with you?"
"I don't think so." Lin He shrugged his shoulders naturally, the elevator door opened at this moment, and he and Song Qingyao went in together.There were other residents coming down from upstairs in the elevator. Lin He lowered his voice, leaned his head down and leaned into Song Qingyao's ear and continued, "We're already getting acquainted. Senior, it's boring to go shopping alone. I'm half from Qingdao after all. , being a guide for you can also prevent you from stepping on the pit."
Song Qingyao moved a little to the side so that Lin He wouldn't talk so close again.When he didn't answer, Lin He assumed that he agreed by default, and put his hands back into his pockets.
The two stood on the left and the right, Song Qingyao's eyes were focused on the electronic display next to him.Compared with the slow ascent last night, the elevator descended very quickly today, reaching the first floor in the blink of an eye.Walking out of the lobby, Lin He saw a taxi parked beside him sharply.Raising his hand and waving, he said to Song Qingyao, "Let's go there."
Song Qingyao was pulled up by his wrist, and he almost tripped when he didn't keep up at first.After getting into the car, Lin He said the location and turned to look at him: "Senior, did I go too fast just now?"
Song Qingyao's left wrist was a little red, and he pinched it unaccustomedly: "Just say something in the future."
After he finished speaking, he turned to the car window on his side. Although his tone was very flat, Lin He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, raised his right arm and leaned against the car door, and agreed, "Okay."
Breakfast is eaten in a very ordinary-looking shop, which is located near a quiet neighborhood in the midst of noise. Usually, only local residents can find this kind of place.
Song Qingyao is from the south, and he is used to the food in the south. He has a little indigestion for Linhe's seaweed pork ribs and the Qingdao steamed buns that are as big as two palms.But aside from being easy to choke, the taste is quite good.
Lin He said that there was nothing special about Qingdao, so he put it down after seeing him eat a few bites, so he ordered millet porridge and deep-fried dough sticks for him, and finished the remaining meat buns and steamed buns by himself.
After breakfast, the two of them walked out of the shop, Lin He led the way, Song Qingyao followed, and stopped the car after walking for a while.The two got in, and Lin He said to the driver, "Go to Zhongshan Road."
Xiamen also has a Zhongshan Road, which is the most prosperous commercial area in the urban area.Before Song Qingyao saw that there was no Zhongshan Road in Ji Qianfa's strategy, he asked, "There is also Zhongshan Road here?"
Lin He said: "Yes, I searched Xiamen last night when I was doing the strategy, and there is also Zhongshan Road there."
"However, the Zhongshan Road here is different from Xiamen, it is not so prosperous."
The driver heard it, and interjected: "This little brother is right, but it was still very lively before, and it was all a matter of planning later."
Song Qingyao listened and looked out the window, but when he stopped talking, Lin He fell silent.When the taxi stopped at the destination, Song Qingyao got out of the car and took a look. Next to it was a wide stone ramp, with specialty shops and shopping malls on both sides. At the end of the ramp was a church with two towers with a cross on the roof. .
Lin He stood beside him. Seeing him staring at the church intently, he explained: "This is St. Michael's Church. Many people will come here to take wedding photos, isn't it beautiful?"
While they were having breakfast, the advection fog in the city had been gradually dispelled by the sunlight. This Gothic-style church was backed by the blue sky, and the wind tore apart the only white cloud, dotted on the right side of the church.The beige exterior walls are set against the orange tile roof, and the huge rose windows and stained glass add a bit of solemn beauty to this modern building.
A couple of newlyweds stood at the end of the ramp to take pictures. The bride's white gauze trailed very long, and the veil fell lightly and was blown up by the wind from time to time.
Looking at the couple staring at each other, a long memory flashed before Song Qingyao's eyes.
At that time, he was still studying clinical medicine in Rotterdam. On a sunny Thursday evening, he drove to the supermarket to buy daily necessities.While backing up in the parking lot, he saw a couple in tuxedos taking wedding photos in front of a nearby chapel.
The Gothic spire building seems to be covered with a layer of holy light under the setting sun, the magnificent clouds are rolling towards the sky, the wind blows the bride's long veil, and the couple kisses intimately in the backlight.
This scene was so beautiful that he even forgot that he was reversing the car.It was too late when he heard a screeching horn, and he slammed into the car behind him.
The collision was not serious, but he immediately came down to apologize and said he would cover the full cost of the repairs.The other party was in a hurry, and perhaps because they were both Chinese, the man didn't get angry, only left his mobile phone number and drove away.
It was not until two weeks later that he received a call from the other party. After a short conversation, he found that this person named Yang Tingwei not only came from Xiamen like him, but also studied in the same clinical medical school at the same university.
Noticing that the people around him didn't respond, Lin He patted him on the shoulder: "Senior?"
Song Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, and when he turned around, his eyes were still a little empty: "What?"
Lin He asked, "What were you thinking just now?"
Realizing that Lin He was staring at him, Song Qingyao lifted the strap of the breast bag that had slipped off to his shoulder, and took a step forward.
"Nothing, let's go."