left pocket

left pocket

My jacket has three pockets, two on the left and one on the hem, and one on the heart.Near the heart, I usually put a tube of pens and a tube of gold pens.The pen cap is clamped on the edge of the pocket, with a cold metal glow, like an old cadre in the 80s and [-]s, with a strong country style.

A lot of people like to come over and hook my shoulder and make irresponsible remarks, and then reach into my right pocket restlessly.There are often some small surprises in the pocket, a few toffees, a small box of chocolates, and sometimes some coins, five or ten change notes.There is no such thing as a hundred grandpa Mao, because he is poor after all.

When I was with Zongze, few people reached into my pocket.All my bags are for his favorite strawberry flavored candies.I don't like this taste, it's too sweet, it makes you panic, it's not suitable for our good son who is a hardworking and simple farmer.

I complained to Zongze about the taste of this candy, and he rolled his eyes and said, "You know a fart".

So I shut up and took his right hand and put it in my left pocket.

Zong Ze always walks on my left.

To explain it in his own words, the right side of his face looks better, and there is a dimple in which he made honey, which he gave me to drink when he made me angry.

I poked his fair face, "How much honey can such a shallow pit hold?"

"You can't finish drinking so much in your life!" He smiled and threw himself into my arms.

I also hugged him back, and I will buy him strawberry candy for the rest of my life even if I am not afraid of my sweet honey.

It was already eight o'clock when I got home, and I thought that even if there was any leftover food, it would be cold, so I planned to heat it up first after entering the door.

"You're back!" Xiao Ming rushed out to meet me, throwing the water on my face.He quickly wiped his hands dry on his clothes, and went to take two paper towels to help me wipe my face.

"I just washed my hands, and I heard you come back before I dried them." He said apologetically.

I waved my hand and said it was okay, and asked if there was any food left.

"Haha, I haven't eaten yet!" Xiao Ming looked very happy, "Shall we eat together?"

I looked at the steaming dishes on the table, feeling blocked in my heart, as if nothing had happened.

Oh that's fine.

In a few days it will be the university celebration, and several friends from the university have greeted me in advance and told me to come.

When the phone was about to hang up, they all added the same sentence, "It's been a long time, just don't be sad."

Then they hung up the phone tacitly.

I threw the phone aside and lay on the bed in a "big" shape, which still couldn't fill the space of the double bed.I got out of bed and walked to Xiao Ming's bedroom door and knocked, and there was the sound of "bang bang bang" inside, and the door opened in the next second.

"Brother?" Xiao Ming was probably about to fall asleep, and looked at me puzzled.

I hugged him and kissed him hard.After waving his helpless hands in the air for a while, he slowly encircled me, trying to respond to my kiss.

"I want you today," I gasped, "is that okay?"

Xiao Ming nodded, lowered his head and began to unbutton the button.After removing the last one, he raised his head and smiled shyly at me, revealing a dimple on his right cheek.

My heart hurts.

"Forget it," I said suddenly, "I'm going back, you go to bed early."

Xiao Ming was left alone at a loss.

I haven't heard the sound of the door closing for a long time. I don't know if Xiao Ming closed the door in the end.

On the day of the school celebration, I took Xiao Ming with me. He stopped and stopped all the way with his camera, very excited.

"Your university is so beautiful, and it's so big! Look at these buildings, they're all so interesting. Is that a library?" He stopped talking, went to the door and looked up.

I smiled lightly, as if it didn't matter.

I don't want to come to the school celebration, very much.

Not only the school celebration, but also every grass and stone about this university, I don't want to see it again.

It’s just that Xiao Ming knew from nowhere that my university was going to hold a school celebration, so one night he carefully opened the door of my room and came in and told me that he wanted to go and have a look.

"Yes, can you?" he asked.

"Nothing to see, a lot of people," I replied, a little impatiently.

"I, I want to take a look," he held tightly the camera in his hand, which I bought for him as a birthday present, "I haven't been to college, and I really want to see what it's like in college..."

"And it's your university." He added weakly.

"...I'll think about it again." I said, closing my eyes.

I heard the sound of Xiao Ming walking out gently, and closed the door for me smoothly.

Not like, I pinched the bridge of my nose, thinking wearily, not at all.

If it were Zong Ze, he would rush up and pester me desperately, I want this, I want that, I want, I want, I want...

Like a disobedient and ignorant child.

He would not allow me to say "Think about it again", if it is possible, it is possible, and if it is not possible, it must be forced into yes.The attitude is resolute and resolute, like a chug-chug tank.

"What a bad description." After listening to my description, he held his stomach and laughed non-stop on the bed. I was a little embarrassed by his smile. I stretched out my hand to brush away the bangs on his forehead, leaned over and slowly pressed my lips against it. , to cover my reddish ear tips.

"Gangzi!" Lu Yuan was the sharpest-eyed in our group, and was the first to see me, "You're still here." He came over with a sigh.

I smiled and pointed to Xiao Ming who was bouncing excitedly in the distance.Lu Yuan froze for a moment, and quickly adjusted his expression again.

"Let's go together." He said, "Take your little friend."

I shook my head, patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder, and walked towards Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming looked very excited, but I knew he was secretly nervous.

Like he said, he never went to college.Compared with others, university is not his ivory tower, but a golden house that he cannot forge.

"Where else do you want to go?" I asked him.

"Can I go to the classroom where you are studying?" Xiao Ming was very happy that it was only the two of us, his face was flushed, and his two bright eyes looked at me like a deer.

"Let's go then."

Xiao Ming clearly showed his curiosity about the classroom.

"Is the teacher in the university also standing here to give you lectures?" I took him to a large lecture hall, and he ran around curiously, "If you sit in the back row, you can't hear it?"

He moved to the last few rows, slightly amplifying the decibels of his voice, "Brother—did you hear that?"

I smiled and stood behind the podium, "I heard that."

There were only the two of us in the empty classroom, even if we spoke in a low voice, it seemed to have an echo, spinning round and round to the top, and then falling down again.

Xiao Ming laughed happily, as if he didn't expect me to respond to him, or maybe he thought this kind of conversation was very interesting.

"Brother, I like you so much." He seemed to have exhausted all his courage to shout out this sentence, and then lowered his head in embarrassment.

His chest felt like he had been hit, and he felt a dull pain.