very close to the clouds

The fireflies in the dark are particularly obvious.

There is no beach at the lower part of Dongji Island, so Shen Yanbai could only squat on the reef and light the fairy sticks. He lit them one by one, watching the light of the fairy sticks fade away, and finally sank into darkness again. A fairy wand burned out, and everything was quiet except for the sound of waves.

Shen Yanbai almost thought that he was the only one left here again.

But in the next second, Jiang Zhongyu suddenly hugged him and asked him, "Do you still want to play?"

"No more." Shen Yanbai said, "Actually, I don't like playing fairy wands at all."

Jiang Zhongyu smiled: "You don't like it."

"I don't like it." Shen Yanbai said, "I don't like it at all."

In his memory, the fairy wand happened with sad things.So no matter how much I wanted to play when I was a child, I don't want to play now.

But he still played, as if he could make up for those things that were lacking in his childhood.

"I want to lie down for a while." Shen Yanbai relaxed and put his head on Jiang Zhongyu's lap. Only then did he realize that there were stars in the sky, and not just one or two, but many, many stars. It was late at night in Hoh Xil, but there was the sound of waves here.

Jiang Zhongyu plucked Shen Yanbai's hair and asked him, "Why is your hair always curled up?"

"It's been like this since I was a child." Shen Yanbai said, "My mother always said that to me when I was a child, my hair always curled up."

Jiang Zhongyu searched for Shen Yanbai's information on the Internet, but there are many things about his father on the Internet, but there are very few things about his mother. He only knows that his mother passed away very early and was gone long ago. Mom, Jiang Zhongyu was stunned for a moment, and said, "Really."

Shen Yanbai said "Yes": "When you put on my shoes just now, I was thinking, why are you just like my mother. When I was young, my mother also loved to put on socks and shoes for me, and she loved to say these things to me."

After his mother passed away, Shen Yanbai never met anyone who put on shoes for him, and Jiang Zhongyu was the first one.

His palms were hot and hot, and the feeling on the soles of his feet was actually different from his mother's in memory. Mother's hands were soft and small, but they were also very hot.

Jiang Zhongyu said: "Then I will often wear it for you in the future."

Shen Yanbai let out a "hmm", turned his head and buried his head in the opponent's stomach, and said in a muffled voice, "Aren't you curious about Song Zizhen at all?"

Jiang Zhongyu never took the initiative to ask him about Song Zizhen. Although rumors and rumors were flying all over the Internet with different opinions and countless versions, Jiang Zhongyu never believed it. He only waited for Shen Yanbai to speak out on his own initiative.

Fortunately, he finally came.

"Curiosity." Jiang Zhongyu looked down at his hair, and said, "Do you want to talk?"

"It's not about what you want to say or don't want to say," Shen Yanbai said, "I have no one to talk to, sometimes it's good to find someone to talk to."

Jiang Zhongyu let out a quiet "Yes", playing the role of an audience.

"Some time ago, my accident was quite a big deal. There were news everywhere on the Internet, and you should have seen it," Shen Yanbai said. Take money from God, but I can't give him money."

Shen Yanbai closed his eyes, as if caught in that memory: "Before I was ten years old, Song Zizhen seldom appeared in my world. He was in other places all the year round, and I lived with my mother, and my life was not bad. .”

"But when Song Zizhen came back when he was ten years old, everything was different. He was irritable and even touched his mother. My mother endured it for three years until the day when I was 13 years old and found out that Song Zizhen's cheating mother had sex with him. quarrel, the drunk Song Zizhen missed..." Shen Yanbai's body trembled slightly.

The blood in his memory came back again, dyeing the blush in front of his eyes, and he seemed to smell the blood again, occupying every corner of his body inch by inch.

Screams, cursing, and those swear words all flooded into his mind. His mother tried her best to cover his ears, but she still got in through her fingers. Everything was in chaos until he heard Feeling the smell of blood, feeling the mother's embrace is almost suffocating.

He looked back in a daze, only to see the bright red color, which was the blood on his mother's body.

Song Zizhen held up the kitchen knife, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at him in the same horror.

His face was pale, and he looked at the darkness in front of him in a daze, his fear was uncontrollable.

Jiang Zhongyu clenched his palm, rubbed his rough thumb slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Shen, don't be afraid."

So Shen Yanbai was suddenly not afraid. He was dragged out of his memory by the voice, only to realize that what he smelled was the fishy smell from the sea breeze, and the orange smell from Jiang Zhongyu's body, which was so sour that it made teeth hurt.

There is no bloody red in front of my eyes, but only a sky full of stars.

"My mother died. I buried her with my own hands and held the funeral," Shen Yanbai said. "From then on, I hated Song Zizhen. He deserved his imprisonment. I can't figure out that he killed a person. Why did you release him from the prison? If he kills someone, he will pay for his life. I don't believe that he missed it. Even if he missed it, it is still a human life..."

Jiang Zhongyu lowered his eyes, silently looking at Shen Yanbai's hair, and didn't speak for a long time.

Shen Yanbai continued: "You also know what happened later. He got out of prison and became addicted to gambling again. He owed a lot of money. When he saw that I had it, he wanted to come to me to get it. I didn't want to give him any money." , he simply exposed me upside down on the Internet, causing me to lose all my dramas, variety shows and endorsements, and fell to the bottom. Not long after that, I learned that Qin Sangyu was about to marry a girl, and I couldn't think about it for a while. talent……"

Jiang Zhongyu's fingertips brushed against the scar on Shen Yanbai's wrist.

It still bulges out, knotted and twisted, forever clinging to his wrist and becoming a part of his body.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Zhongyu asked him.

"It didn't hurt a long time ago." Shen Yanbai said, "Later, I still felt that I was quite stupid. I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I punish myself with other people's mistakes?"

This is what Shen Yanbai learned from Jiang Zhongyu—this world is still so beautiful, he deserves to see a better world, and most importantly, to see a better world with Jiang Zhongyu, so he has to live well go down.

"Yeah." Jiang Zhongyu lowered his head and kissed the scar on his wrist, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt."

"Jiang Zhongyu, I still won't give him a penny," Shen Yanbai said, "If I can't get along in the future, I'll go back to Hoh Xil with you, and we'll be volunteers together. You have to support me."

Jiang Zhongyu smiled: "I can afford to eat only rough tea and light rice. If I eat something else, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

"It's not that I can't eat simple food." Shen Yan gave him a white look, "I'm easy to feed, just eat some green leaves."

"That won't work, I still have to eat meat." Jiang Zhongyu touched the corner of his eyes, and put a kiss as thin as a cicada's wing on his lips.

Gentle and intimate, without any lust, a simple kiss.

At that moment, the fireworks illuminated the entire sky again, countless stars dotted the silent night, and the blue fireflies in the distance also bloomed on the sea.

There were girls screaming "Happy New Year" in the distance, and Shen Yanbai seemed to hear the ticking of the hour hand towards the new year.

The past that he cared about or hated seemed to stop because of this "tick".

Shen Yanbai pressed his nose against Jiang Zhongyu's breath, looked at him earnestly and piously, and said, "Happy New Year. Jiang Zhongyu."

"Happy New Year." Jiang Zhongyu responded to him gently.

The author says:

You Baozi asked when it would end, about 20 words~