gentle night

. "Referring to the cigarette case in Cheng Xian's hand.

Soon Junjun left with his mother Sang and the nanny, leaving Cheng Xian staring at the closed door in a daze.Slowly, he looked at the cigarette case in his hand, as if looking at some meaningful token.At this time, someone sent by Yang Huaifang called him outside the door, and he had no choice but to pick up the cigarette case and go out in a hurry.

That time was almost the last time he saw Yue Junsheng when he was a child, and the next time he saw the boy who gave him cigarette shells, it was the time when the sad news of Zhang Lili's death came.And in the middle, how many things happened!

"Have a goblet of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, don't dream about the cold tonight—" The clarinet on the opposite building finally stopped playing after the last note.The early morning wind blew through the buildings, and there were wild cats singing in the dark night.

Cheng Xian changed his position in front of the window sill exhausted, and decided to go to bed and sleep before the memory swept his consciousness.Tomorrow, he will go to visit his uncle's family.

six,

Cheng Xian was raised by his uncle.Since he was sensible, he slept on the broken sofa in the living room of his uncle's house, and slept until he graduated from elementary school.Both his uncle and aunt had little education and worked in factories in the early years, but they were laid off as a large number of factories were restructured.After that, they did various jobs, such as reselling CDs and running long-distance freight.At that time, Cheng Xian remembered clearly, looking at the streets where cars were passing by in Taiping, in fact, many people were living in a difficult life, especially the small citizens like his uncle and aunt.A small cubicle was set up in a corner of the old building, with a piece of snakeskin cloth on the top, an old light bulb inside, and the inside was darkly covered with pirated CDs.Cheng Xian's uncle and aunt stood at the door of the cubicle with their hands folded, stamping their feet tremblingly to keep out the cold, while poking their heads to guard against the city patrol.The adults were watching business outside, while Cheng Xian was at home with his cousin Cheng Liang in the one-room apartment on the second floor.Usually Cheng Liang is in charge of playing video games, and he is in charge of cooking and cleaning.Sometimes Cheng Liang would call him: "Don't be too busy, come and fight tank battles with me!"

Cheng Xian stood at the edge of the sink washing vegetables, and said without emotion on his face, "You can play by yourself!"

Cheng Liang lifted his pants and stopped calling him.

When the uncle and aunt came back in the dark, the door slammed shut, and the husband and wife were cursing and cursing whatever they saw, but nothing was pleasing to the eye. "You little bastard, eat me to death!" This is what my aunt yelled most often, and she picked up a clothes hanger and whipped her son Cheng Liang's head for no reason, "I have no bed to sleep at Cheng's house!"

Cheng Liang was whipped and ran all over the room, and the uncle over there was also annoyed, "It's nothing to get angry!" He grabbed a bowl and smacked it on the ground, "Smack!" The ground shattered.

"This bowl costs [-] cents each!—" The aunt felt distressed immediately, and jumped up to push her husband.The two staged a scuffle in front of the children.

When they got to the dinner table, uncle and aunt generally calmed down.Uncle opened a bottle of baijiu, the most common kind, poured a small glass in drizzling drops, curled one leg up on the stool, and began to eat vegetables and drink without saying a word.His short and stocky wife also began to feel sorry for her son at this moment, stirring the big spoon in the chowder soup, and put some fish balls, meat slices and belly in the soup into Cheng Liang's bowl , said in his mouth: "Have you finished your homework today? Did you play the game console for another day?"

Cheng Liang has always had no memory, no heart and lungs, so he said casually: "It's done, it's done! I didn't play the game console..."

Cheng Xian, who was sitting next to him, almost buried his head in the bowl, slowly picked up the rice without making a sound.He never takes the initiative to take the essence of those dishes, and always just picks up the rice silently.After finishing a bowl of rice, he put down his chopsticks and his eyes fell on the floor tiles.

"Cheng Xian go get another bowl of rice to eat," the uncle who had been drinking all the time would suddenly say this, without beginning or end.

At this time, my aunt probably couldn't speak, but just turned her face away.

Cheng Xian hesitated, but was urged by his uncle again, "Go get some rice, young man, can a bowl of rice be enough?" The light poured down from the top, and the top of the uncle's head became thinner every year.

Cheng Xian went to serve the meal.He had to be grateful for this extra bowl of rice, it made Cheng Xian at least not suffer from hunger during the days when he was growing up.

When I graduated from elementary school, my uncle's house was notified to be demolished, and the four of them were moved from the city center to affordable housing in the suburban fringe.From then on, Cheng Xian bid farewell to that narrow broken sofa, and the old mattress on the floor in Cheng Liang's room became his new nest.

It was also that year that my uncle and aunt decided not to run long distances to deliver goods to people. They went fishing for three days and dried their nets for two days.The two wandered around in the suburban area, and saw a small storefront on the main street. After squatting for a few days, they felt that there was a lot of people, so they rented it out once they got together, and planned to open a small shop selling fast food.For people like them, life doesn't really have many options.Most of the savings were put in, and soon the small shop opened.

The business was good at the beginning, the couple are hard-working masters, buying goods one after another, one at the cashier and the other at the table, and when they are busy, they call Cheng Xian and Cheng Liang to help with the preparation and deliveries.At that time, both Cheng Xian and Cheng Liang had entered junior high school, and they had entered a very ordinary middle school nearby, which was by no means a place where elite parents would send their children.The school is average, and the books of the two brothers are even more average.Cheng Liang doesn't like reading by nature, but he looks like his uncle when he was young, he had a kind of frivolous flair.Every now and then, my uncle would be called by the teacher, saying that a certain female classmate had passed a note to Cheng Liang during class, asking her to go back to teach Yunyun.The uncle scratched his bald head, agreed with a smile, and said in his heart, "It's none of my son's business to pass a note to my son from a female classmate!"On second thought, I'm quite proud.

Although Cheng Liang's grades are not very good, he is not too disgusted with going to school every day.Cheng Xian is different.In all fairness, his homework is better than Cheng Liang's, and he is considered safe in the class.Although most of the girls prefer to fight with handsome guys like Cheng Liang, they don't completely ignore Cheng Xian. "You're quite masculine." On a certain Valentine's Day, when a girl she didn't know in the next class gave him a bag of chocolates, she said this to him.After speaking, the girl blushed and ran away quickly.

What is masculinity? ——Cheng Xian thought about this problem for a long time, during which the bag of chocolates went into Cheng Liang's stomach without a single one left.From childhood to adulthood, it can be said that he has never had any special feelings for any girl in the school.To him, a girl is just a girl, without a chick, but with a baby.During those youthful years, Cheng Xian's gaze was always following the black-haired teenagers on the football field, basketball court, and track.With a hint of confusion, his eyes kept chasing those boys like him, staring at their backs, admiring the upright buttocks.He felt a sighing urge, and day after day he knew where his longing was.But he couldn't show this, especially in the school's atmosphere of "only reading is good".

Cheng Xian, who is in his teens, matures day by day, he seldom speaks, but his eyes become more and more exposed.He often thought that maybe he was a beast and needed to go back to the wild mountains and forests.Cheng Xian felt a great discomfort with the little tricks between boys and girls around him, and the rhythm of following the rules and step-by-step on campus, and this discomfort grew day by day.At that time, my uncle made some money selling fast food, and occasionally secretly gave him five or ten yuan behind my aunt's back for pocket money.There were always a few times when after school, Cheng Xian unloaded his schoolbag and wandered here and there, into an unlicensed martial arts gym, and paid a little money to learn to fight with others.He was still in middle school and he had no idea about it, and neither did the people who opened the martial arts gym.The boss set up a venue, prepared some plasters, and somehow recruited a group of characters who claimed to be retired soldiers and Shaolin lay disciples. They didn't even need to register, and they directly opened the door to teach skills.Every time Cheng Xian took off his school uniform and walked in, looking at the muscles all over the place and smelling the male hormones in the air, he immediately felt at home.Every time he fights with someone close to body, and hits him with a punch, or he is lucky enough to hold the opponent under his body, a ray of electricity seems to surge through his brain, and his whole body is almost convulsed with excitement.

However, he needs to be careful, he doesn't want to be seen by others before his own beast is fully mature.After graduating from junior high school, he chose to go to a vocational technical secondary school.It was also that summer that he moved out of his uncle's house and started a career of working and renting a house.

"Brother, why did you move out so well? Could it be that you can't stand my mother's pan face?" Once, Cheng Liang came to his residence to look for him, sat on his bed, and asked him this way.

Cheng Xian was stirring the eggs in the bowl with chopsticks, but didn't make a sound.While his aunt's pan face was one reason he decided to move out, there was another secret reason.And this reason, he couldn't tell Cheng Liang, because the reason was Cheng Liang himself.

Cheng Liang was recognized as handsome, and Cheng Xian naturally noticed this.He warned himself not to have any thoughts about Cheng Liang, in fact, even if they were not cousins, it would be difficult for him to include Cheng Liang in his mate selection.Cheng Liang is born with a joking temperament, which does not fit Cheng Xian's imagination of lovers.He didn't want his boy to be a jerk, even though he himself might not be a jerk.More often, he is more like a dirty beast.But even dirty beasts will prefer those beautiful and pure things, such as the delicate roses in the rich man's garden, at least that's what Cheng Xian thought at the time.

Whenever Cheng Liang's face shows some silly