gentle night

In fact, even if Yang Huai refused to invite him, he must go to the "New World". Not for anything else, just to see Fatty Yang and his mother Sang. Speaking of these two people, he was very fond of them when he was young. I got to know each other. At that time, he was still immature and flustered. He only knew how to watch the scene wholeheartedly, beat out those who came to make trouble, and ask for a meal of prestige.

The sky suddenly darkened, Cheng Xian looked at those neon lights, and thought of his fledgling self many years ago.Back then, when he had nothing and knew nothing, he met Fatty Yang and his mother Sang, a man and a woman, a soft-spoken Maitreya and a hard-faced Bodhisattva.Maitreya and Bodhisattva are with the "new world".It is true that Yang Huaifang and Sang Zi are not very good men, but they are the least bad people Cheng Xian knows.They waded in the muddy water by themselves, but they always quietly picked up the small fish and shrimp that accidentally fell down.With a wave of their hands, they threw small fish and shrimps to Qingshui Bay, which was more suitable for them, and occasionally took some wind and waves for them.Whenever thinking of these two people, thinking of these two people and the "new world", Cheng Xian felt a little at ease no matter where he was.In many cases, these two people even surpassed his uncle's family and became his last belief in this world.Isn't it weird? ——When Cheng Xian got along with Fatty Yang and his mother Sang, his attitude was not very good. Every time he left, he often didn't say hello, and didn't contact them for a long time in between.But these two people, the existence of these two people, became Cheng Xian's last confidence in this world.It can be seen that there are some people in the world. Although you don't care too much about them, you will be happy for their existence and feel relieved that there are such people in the world.There are very few things in this world that can make Cheng Xian feel joy and comfort, but Fatty Yang and his mother Sang can be regarded as two of them.So no matter what, whenever he came back to City Y, he would go to the "New World" to take a look, even though he would not hold back his animal spirit in front of these two people, and he might even say a few unpleasant words.

But before that, he planned to go to another place to explore.The pictures on WeChat that Fatty Yang showed him aroused his longing, and he wanted to see his little stupid dog with his own eyes.He wanted to see how he was doing now, and what plans he had, especially why Yue Junsheng went to work in the wholesale market...

Cheng Xian ordered a large bowl of spicy pork noodles at the noodle shop, and he was drenched in sweat after eating it, feeling indescribably comfortable.After eating, he raised his neck and poured all the soup and minced meat into his stomach. When he paid the bill, even the soles of his feet felt soft and comfortable.Probably he was too focused on eating, and just before going out, he realized that there was light snow falling outside, hitting his face head-on, it was wet and cold.The snowflakes danced obliquely in the light of the shops along the street, and fell lightly one after another.It melted when it hit the ground, leaving dark water stains on the ground.

Cheng Xian shrank his head, walked back to the hotel stepping on the water stains on the ground, felt the freshness in the air that was different from the past in his breath, and immediately lifted his spirits.As if smelling the old smell of the mountains and forests, he dragged his feet away and became more and more excited as he walked towards the snow.A long-lost feeling of Su Sheng circulated in his body.Even he himself didn't realize that there was a rare smile on his face at this moment, a serene smile that belonged to a beast.Between heaven and earth, he suddenly found the place of his heart again, a solid feeling like digging his claws into the soil.

Walking so quickly, Cheng Xian forgot to turn back into the hotel, but walked straight across the street, following the lights of residential buildings behind the street, to a place similar to a garden in the middle of the street. "Garden in the middle of the street" is also a term of the last century. In today's metropolitan area where every inch of land is expensive, the garden in the middle of the street is either abandoned as a dumping ground for sundries, or is coveted by private car owners. Park the car right here.

The garden in the middle of the street where Cheng Xian is standing now is one that is rapidly being destroyed.The crooked pine tree was pressed on the stone table, and there were only waste bricks in the flower bed, but no flowers and plants.A rusty iron seesaw, half of the base was stolen, and the rest was covered by a high stone stool.Not far away, private cars were parked under the old lamppost, and the cement under the tires was still fresh.There was no one around, except Cheng Xian, a beast that stopped in the cold snowy night.

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Cheng Xian stood next to the stone table.He looked in the direction of the leaning pine tree, at the dim halo cast by the street lights on the tree, and there were flying shadows of snowflakes in the halo.His face was cooled by the snow, but his chest was warm; his face was dim in the shadow of the tree, but his eyes were bright and full of smiles.This night, this snow, this halo, this air, this sense of happiness and fulfillment for no reason.At this moment, there should be a lover by the side. At this moment, if Junjun is here...

Cheng Xian tenderly looked at the frivolous snow particles under the street lamp, thinking about what that little stupid dog would be doing at this time of year.Yue Junsheng is so particular about the taste of life, he is afraid that he will also stare blankly at the snow in front of the window or downstairs.Before he left, he took away some weird gadgets that he had collected in the past six months, and there were many others that he did not pretend to take away. This time, Cheng Xianquan brought him from City H.He wondered if he wanted to find a chance to send things to him, as well as the clothes and other things that Junjun didn't take away, after all, these were once the beloved things of the idiot.The two of them are temporarily disbanded, but these old witnesses still have to return to their original owners.In fact, Cheng Xian never thinks that there is any essential difference between the six or seven-year-old stupid dog, or the 20-year-old Yue Junsheng.The Yue Junsheng who put the toy dog ​​he gave on the bed was the same person as the little stupid dog who drew their names and love graffiti on the window glass.You must know that the little idiot at the end cried and said to him, "I don't want to be a gay"——

Look, if you're not a gay, you're not a gay, why are you crying?At that time, Cheng Xian saw Yue Jun crying, and felt a malicious pleasure in his heart.At this moment, thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help feeling sorry for the sobbing little dog.Of course he would never say such words out of his mouth, he just regretted why he didn't go over to kiss, pat, and hug the little koala at that time.That little koala needs someone to take care of, that little koala needs someone like him to take care of him.To put it bluntly, Yue Junsheng is the incarnation of the boy in the post on the gay forum.Cheng Xian has always liked such boys, and he has always liked such boys.This kind of boy is just like Wei Xue tonight, a little bit of exposure can cheer him up, even if the sky is full of haze, he can forcibly give birth to hope for life.

Cheng Xian stood leaning against the stone table for a long time, he didn't care what time it was and how long he stood here.He is just alone in this abandoned street garden, expressing his hope, facing the old street lamp on the concrete pole, and facing the dancing snow shadows under the lamp.It wasn't until later that he could no longer see the snow particles drifting back and forth in the halo that he suddenly realized that the snow had stopped at some point.In an instant, Cheng Xian felt as if an actor was still intoxicated on the stage, but the lights were turned off and the audience dispersed early.In the quiet theaters and streets, he was the only one who felt a little crazy in front of the old images.But as far as he was a beast, he didn't think it was madness.Cheng Beast is already a madman, and there is nothing strange about crazy monsters doing crazy things.

It was very late for Cheng Xian to return to the hotel this night.However, he has never had a concept of time, so he washes and showers at a leisurely pace, and washes the changed underwear along the way, and hangs them on the bathroom railing on a small hanger.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cheng Xian checked his phone and found that the fat man Yang Huaifang had sent a text message asking: "If Wenlong asks if you're back, or even where you live, what should I say?"

Cheng Xian was stunned for a moment, moved his thumb and pressed the power off button, fell down on the bed and lingered on the quilt, and fell asleep without knowing it.

The next day, he was awakened by the sun's rays.It was sunny after the snow, the clouds were white again, and a few streaks of golden light persevered through the thin curtains and shone on Cheng Xian's face.Cheng Xian's eyelids moved slightly, one hand covered the winter sun, and half of his face reluctantly rubbed against the pillow.The usual noisy lullaby in the street outside would push him back to sleep, but the persistent sunlight just shone on him, shining on him impartially, as if reminding him to forget something.

With such a disturbance, Cheng Xian would have to wake up if he didn't wake up, not to mention that the part in the crotch was also getting up on time every day, so it was hard and uncomfortable at the moment.So I reached in and grabbed it twice, feeling the pulsation in the palm of my hand.

After a while, Cheng Xian got up from the quilt, dressed and washed.He went downstairs to have breakfast, returned to the hotel room, opened the canvas bag, and packed the things that belonged to the small straw bag into a new one.After thinking about it, he ran downstairs to the stewed vegetable shop to pack a large box of dry-cut beef and mixed vegetables.

With a canvas bag on his shoulder and cooked vegetables in his hand, Cheng Xian just went out in a crowded way, got on the bus and got off again.

He got off the car at the stop where Yue Junsheng lived, and at a glance, he found that nothing had changed.The street trees that were knocked down by the car chasing them were replanted later, and now the new saplings have grown quite large, with branches and leaves pulled out from the top.

Seeing these trees, Cheng Xian's face visibly fluctuated.He tilted his shoulders, tightened his canvas bag, looked at Yue Junsheng's apartment building, and walked straight into the community.

The security guards in the community were changed, and a short old man who was smoking and opened his arms replaced the alert young man—maybe that young man was going home for the New Year, so he hired such a person to take over as a temporary replacement.The little man has