nostalgic

On the way from the bar to Linling's apartment, Wei Jiaman was silent all the way, the brim of his black hat was pulled down to cover half of his face. To avoid embarrassment, Linling released Linkin Park's "Intheend" casually, and Wei Jiaman quietly leaned on the heavy metal rock Leaning on the seat, his eyes fell on the flow of people passing through the rainy scene outside the window.

Before leaving the bar, after Wei Jiaman took off his overalls and changed back to the old black clothes as he wished, Lin Ling seemed to feel that the gray and black cloud above the young man's head also returned silently.

"Where is the emotional switch of the Wei family?" Lin Ling couldn't help but guess secretly in his heart.

"The clothes are all wet." Lin Ling complained as he took off his coat when he returned home.

"Go take a shower, don't catch a cold again." Lin Ling turned around and glanced at the shivering young man and instructed.

Wei Jiaman took off his coat and walked into the bathroom without looking at Lin Ling after hearing the sound, showing a kind of righteous determination in his steps.

Lin Ling looked at Wei Jiaman's back in surprise, recovered his senses, took off his underwear and walked into another bathroom in the attic. The scalding hot water in the bathtub made Lin Ling, who was so tired, almost fell asleep. The coldness hidden deep inside was driven away by bursts of warmth.

When Lin Ling came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, he saw the Wei family waiting beside the double bed silently.

Lin Ling walked over with his pockets in his pockets, and Wei Jiaman stood up in front of Lin Ling, and dexterously pulled away Lin Ling's bathrobe belt with both hands. .

Lin Ling backed away with a penetrating gaze, Wei Jiaman took a step forward and took off the bathrobe hanging on Lin Ling's shoulder, Xin Chang's body sank slowly, and his fingers passed silently over the hidden area of ​​Lin Ling.

Lin Ling shivered, his mind suddenly cleared.

"Slap." Lin Ling raised his hand and slapped the face.

"Sister Lin Ling." Wei Jiaman covered his face and yelled like a remote control dump truck whose battery was almost exhausted.

"What do you take me for? What do you take yourself for? You think that's why I brought you here? Wei Jiaman, I have no problem with you insulting yourself! But please don't insult me ​​again!" Lin Ling pushed Wei Jiaman to the ground with one palm, closed the door in two steps and left.

Wei Jiaman's heart trembled violently when he heard the sound of the door being thrown open.

Wei Jiaman was unprepared when Lin Ling pushed the wine glass in front of him, but when Lin Ling threw out the phrase "Go to my house tonight..." Wei Jiaman keenly smelled some dirty and familiar hints.

After the death of the grandmother who depended on each other, the Wei family was tumbling in the world like a rootless weed. Occasionally there would be enthusiastic people. For example, Aunt Lin, who opened a small restaurant in the alley, would often choose some leftover meals from the guests and bring them to the Wei family. Full.

When Wei Jiaman was helping in the restaurant after school, he saw those customers who helped indirectly. Most of them had black and red complexions, holding bamboo chopsticks with fingers like dry tree forks, and three or two bottles of beer that were about to bottom out stood on the edge of the table.Those guests especially like to talk loudly in the restaurant, and the table in front of them seems to be a podium that attracts everyone's attention.Of course, when the conversation suddenly breaks down, during those eerie seconds of silence, someone picks up food, someone smokes, someone coughs, someone raises a glass, and someone stands up to rekindle the noise. Alcohol gradually numbs the mind.

Those people hooked their shoulders and stumbled open the thin store door, waving their arms exaggeratedly while swaying slowly in the narrow and dark alleyway, bragging at the top of their voices.

Opposed to these people who live a simple and ordinary life are devils with ulterior motives, such as the thousand-year-old single Chen Bo who winks and whistles when he sees young girls at the shoe repair stand on the roadside, and the ones who are always staring at The garbage king who drools among young women and girls--Dong Hei.

For example, Gao Xinran, the husband of the class teacher Gong Qingping, has a high number of ranks.

When Wei Jiaman had a high fever at school when he was young, he was taken home by the head teacher Gong Qingping. Gao Xinran took advantage of Gong Qingping's absence to go shopping, and repeatedly went in and out of Wei Jiaman's resting room in the name of checking his illness.

"Hey, this kid, why don't you cover the quilt well?" Gao Xinran used the motion of covering the quilt to quickly rub Wei Jiaman's hot limbs up and down with his palms.

"Let me see if it's still hot." When Gao Xinran withdrew his palm symbolically covering Wei Jiaman's forehead, he bumped Wei Jiaman's chest with an elbow that didn't show any secondary sexual characteristics.

In the life after that, Wei Jiaman gradually understood through all kinds of encounters like this, that a helpless and weak girl living alone is like a delicacy in front of the evil ghosts who are dissatisfied with desires. It's inevitable, and sooner or later they will start. Those people are either brutal and primitive like erotic animals, or they want to give you a little sweetness in exchange for the release of some desires.

After Wei Jiaman realized this, he deliberately wrapped himself up very tightly. The skirt that Aunt Lin's daughter had withdrawn was washed and sent back by Wei Jiaman. At the same time, what was brought back was the dress worn by Aunt Lin's youngest son last year. Black clothes, and a black flat hat that was thrown aside after being deeply disliked by the younger brother of the Lin family.

Wei Jiaman didn't know how to explain to Lin Ling these paranoia caused by loneliness, and it was difficult to put together those complicated and detailed feelings in words. How much can we understand?

The next morning, when Lin Ling calmed down and returned home, the Wei family was no longer there. A notepad was left on the desk in the guest room.

Lin Ling closed the notepad and squinted his eyes, as if he saw Wei Jiaman sitting at the desk and writing with his head buried in his head last night.

After running away in anger last night, Lin Ling drove aimlessly in the car. When the anger gradually dissipated with the night wind passing through the car window, Lin Ling began to calmly think about the message leaked from the depths of Wei Jiaman's behavior.

When Lin Ling came to a conclusion after deliberation and dialectics, for a moment, Lin Ling seemed to be frightened.Afterwards, Lin Ling seriously reflected on his words and deeds after drinking last night, it was indeed too casual, and he didn't care about his carefree appearance towards his friends on weekdays, but that child was different, the heart buried under the stone was too sensitive and delicate.

After Lin Ling cleared his mind, he went to Lucheng University to look for Wei Jiaman without stopping. Wei Jiaman, who was dressed in black across the road, ran out of the school gate and looked around. His eyes collided. Lin Ling saw Wei Jiaman Worry and joy interspersed in the gray-black pupils.