Strawberry West Toast

On Friday afternoon, Wang Zhen and Pei Yiwei went home, hugged for a while in the corridor, and their necks were already wet when they entered the room.

At this time, Pei Yiwei is different from when he was outside.

He would wipe his sweat with a wet towel, squat down and take off his sneakers, slowly untie the laces, take off the socks, pull his trousers down to his ankles, and then pull off his coat, layer by layer. Stripped out, like a doctor on the operating table, carefully picking him up and taking him into the bathroom, and he let him do what he did like a child, rewarding him with kisses every time he untied something.

The evening sun, with its warm yellowish tint, shone through the shutters on his skin, making him look like smooth china.

He shivered as the hot water hit him.He closed his eyes obediently.In the darkness, he felt Pei Yiwei take off his coat and come looking for her.His breath hits his chest.He began to wash his shoulders and arms, put floral soap on his waist, raised the shower to rinse off the excess foam, then dried his body, put on his coat, and carried him into the bedroom.

After finishing this, Pei Yiwei peeled an apple for him, he ate the apple, slept on the sofa, or drew a picture, and when the alarm clock sounded at seven o'clock, he set off home.

The days seem to be on the clouds, Wang Zhen almost forgot that the winter vacation is coming, and he is about to go to Beijing for training.

When Liang Qing called to inquire about him, he sat up from the sofa and began to regret not choosing to stay in the province.

"Going to Beijing?" Pei Yiwei asked.

"Well," Wang Zhen said, "go for half a month and return a year ago."

Pei Yi checked the weather in Beijing and asked him, "Have you brought thick clothes?"

"Bring it with you," Wang Zhen said, "it's thicker than the Northeast Army's coat." He made a gesture and felt that it was not enough image, so he found the picture and showed it to Pei Yiwei.

Pei Yiwei was not at ease, and checked his luggage before going, and after confirming that he had everything, he sent him to the airport.

Before getting off the plane, Wang Zhen took a picture of the gray sky and told Pei Yiwei that the plane had landed.

Pei Yi asked slightly: "Is it cold?"

Wang Zhen walked out of the cabin, felt it, and replied: "It's not cold, it's a little dry."

Pei Yi replied slightly: "Be careful of nosebleeds, buy a humidifier."

Wang Zhen touched the tip of his nose, and slowly replied: "Little old lady!"

Putting the luggage into the hotel, Wang Zhen walked around the park, but couldn't find a store that sold humidifiers, so he bought one online, and sent a screenshot to Pei Yiwei, expressing that he had a good life.

Pei Yiwei's reply quickly jumped in: "Good boy."

Wang Zhen sat down at the convenience store and bought a cup of Ceylon milk tea. Because he didn't want to go back to the dormitory, he leaned against the long table by the window and chatted with Pei Yiwei.

Pei Yiwei was doing homework in the room, and took a picture of the desk for Wang Zhen.The window of the room faces west, and the light is dim at dusk. Perhaps because of this, Pei Yiwei lit up the desk lamp at the corner of the table. The lampshade has small light blue floral flowers, which should be the appearance that Hu Xiaoe chose.

There was nothing special on the first day. The studio arranged basic classes for the second-year students. During the day, plaster head portraits were drawn from life, and at night they were sketched. Those with good foundation were picked out to draw busts with the third-year students.Wang Zhen came late and painted plaster statues for four days. On the fifth day, the teacher in charge of the class arranged for him to paint a bust. He thought it was okay, so he asked him to attend class with the senior year.

In the third year of high school, I was preparing for the college entrance examination years ago, and I was very nervous and busy.Wang Zhen's roommates are three repeat students, the oldest is 20 years old, named Lu Yu.The three of them came from all over the country and flew back to their respective cities on the eve of the entrance exam to prepare for the exam, and the dormitory was emptied in no time.The cigarette butts and beer cans left by several people accumulated in the corner of the room. Wang Zhen took the time to clean up the dormitory and accidentally found a condom under the bed.

After cleaning up, Wang Zhen broke into a thin layer of sweat.There is heating in the room. He was sitting in front of the balcony in a thin coat and called Pei Yiwei.

"Hey?"

Pei Yiwei's voice came from the receiver, Wang Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and a secret, vigorous joy rose from the wet bottom of his heart.

"what are you doing?"

There paused for a few seconds, and then said: "Buying new year's goods, in the supermarket."

"Oh." Wang Zhen smiled and sighed mysteriously.

"What's wrong?" Pei Yiwei asked immediately.

Wang Zhen said calmly: "Alone in the dormitory, lonely, cold, and want to cry."

Perhaps not knowing how to answer, the receiver was silent for a while.The loud music from the supermarket rushed into the ears, and Pei Yiwei's breathing became faster, followed by the sound of vague footsteps and the "thump" sound of the door being closed.

"Tell me." Pei Yiwei finally spoke again.

"Where are you?" Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "Why is there no sound from the side?"

"Bathroom." Pei Yi replied slightly.

"Okay." Wang Zhen said.

Strangely, there were many things I wanted to say before the phone call, but I forgot all of them after I spoke.Wang Zhen bit her finger lightly, and said, "Pei Yiwei...I want to kiss you, what should I do."

Pei Yiwei didn't speak.

After half a minute, Wang Zhen bit his red index finger, changed his thumb and began to bite.He sat on the floor mat in the bathroom, kicked off the slippers, put the socks aside, and let his bare feet stick to the cold tiles.The toe squeezes the gap in the pattern, releases it after the blood is full, and then puts it on again, repeating this tedious and painful process endlessly.

The sound of the elevator opening and closing came from the other end of the phone, followed by a "ding" and a turbulent human voice.

The bathroom is warm as spring.When Wang Zhen unbuttoned his shirt, Pei Yi spoke slightly and asked him, "Are you taking a shower?"

Wang Zhen was stunned, and then asked, "How do you know?" He looked around the four walls of the bathroom.

"The exhaust fan makes noise." Pei Yiwei replied.

Then said: "I'm home, downstairs in the community."

Wang Zhen also described himself to him: "Well, I just entered the bathroom, and it's very warm inside." Unbuttoning the buttons, he subconsciously began to count: one, two, three...seven, there are seven buttons, untie to the first Seven grains, Wang Zhen heard Pei Yiwei say, "Here we go."

"Oh," Wang Zhen looked at the person in the mirror and sighed, "I look in the mirror, and I seem to have lost weight."

Pei Yiwei imagined this scene: Wang Zhen was naked, frowning in front of the mirror.But in fact, Wang Zhen didn't frown, just lowered his head, untied his belt, put the black trousers on the shelf, and then turned on the shower to let hot water flow into the bathtub.

While waiting for the hot water to fill the bathtub, he took out a damp cigarette, lit it, and instead of approaching the filter immediately, he held it between his fingers, let it burn, radiate heat, and fell to the ground.Before soaking in the bathtub, he smelled a faint fishy smell, and suddenly thought: Has anyone ever had sex in the bathroom?

He blushed, scooped up a handful of water, washed away the foam in his chest, and then hung up the phone lightly.

It snowed in Beijing on Sunday morning, and the three roommates returned from other places one after another, preparing to take the school exam for Ymei.After class, Wang Zhen and Lu Yu went to the painting material store to buy paints. The owner of the painting material store knew Lu Yu very well, and Wang Zhen listened while the two were chatting.

"You can study in whichever one you can get into, and it won't happen next year." Lu Yu said.

The boss said: "The family can't afford it?"

Lu Yu didn't deny it, and said: "I used to really like painting, but now I can't tell whether I like it or not. I feel sick when I see the same color."

After he finished speaking, he settled the bill, said goodbye to the boss, and went to the convenience store with Wang Zhen to buy dinner.

The convenience store was full of students with different expressions, most of them were high school seniors who had just returned to Beijing from various places, and there were quite a few people talking about the entrance exam.Wang Zhen and Lu Yu couldn't find a vacant seat, so they sat down in the nearby coffee shop.

Lu Yu drank his black tea and asked Wang Zhen, "Where do you want to take the exam next year?"

Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "Everyone who comes here should be the same."

"...That's true," Lu Yu laughed twice, "I think you have a good foundation, work hard next year, and let's try to be an alumni."

Wang Zhen smiled, thinking about Lu Yu's re-study, he couldn't help being curious, because Lu Yu's paintings were not bad, and he was considered good among re-students.

Lu Yu explained: "Study exams are not all based on strength. Sometimes someone who is at the same level as you gets out of the exam, but your score is very low. Sometimes, in turn, people who are better than you do worse than you in the exam. It’s hard to say. So don’t be too high-minded, go ashore if you can, and you don’t have to go to those few schools.”

Wang Zhen fell into silence after listening, Lu Yu observed his expression, smiled and said: "The old senior is sad after a long time, there is no other meaning, of course I hope you are the lucky one."

Wang Zhen and him came out of the coffee shop, and Lu Yu told him one thing: the owner of the painting materials store is a G beauty graduate.

Wang Zhen was very surprised, and then thought of the teachers around him: There are not many Y beauty and Q beauty. They took classes in the studio when they were students, and were admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts.

In the evening, Wang Zhen told Pei Yiwei about this, saying: "If the result of graduating from G Beauty is to open a painting material store, then I might not take the art test."

Pei Yiwei said: "Is it not good to open a shop?"

"Vulgar," Wang Zhen said, "I won't come to Beijing because of this."

Pei Yiwei thought for a moment, and asked, "Want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing?"

"Of course," Wang Zhen said, "It snowed this morning. Let's come to Beijing together in the future. We can still see snow in winter."

Pei Yiwei said, "Like snow?"

"Not really," Wang Zhen said, "It's lonely to watch the snow alone, but it's different when you're here."

There was silence for a while.

"Where's the person?" Wang Zhen asked, "Pei Yiwei?"

Pei Yi called his name in a low voice: "Wang Zhen."

"Huh?" Wang Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"Do you still want to kiss me?" Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen glanced at the balcony, and Lu Yu was collecting clothes on the balcony.He lowered his voice and said, "I thought about it before, but I don't want to now."

Pei Yiwei said, "I think so."

"...Really," Wang Zhen said, "you should kiss the phone."

He heard Pei Yi smile, his deep laughter was very charming, like a feather brushing the tip of his ear.Wang Zhen's heart became hot and swollen, and he shuddered all over. He couldn't help hiding under the blanket, and quickly kissed the phone.