Chi Guang

The Jiugongge hot pot on the table is bubbling and bubbling, the red soup and spicy oil are bright, and the aroma of butter and chili soars to the sky, making people want to stop, even if they eat it once, they will have diarrhea—too spicy, Jiang Gong has the whole country The best anorectal hospitals are practiced by the people of Jiang Gong.

Sitting by the window, Mu Shihai watched the sunset paint the whole city through the glass window, orange red all over the sky.Take another look at the empty space opposite, it's a pity that a certain cub missed the beautiful sunset that he has been thinking about all along.

The red and swollen scratches on the right arm were still visible, but not very painful.Although Jiang Huiyu's nails were long but not very sharp, and the bloodstains looked scary, but they were actually just scratches. Xu Chichuan insisted on buying a bottle of alcohol for disinfection, with a serious face and plausible words: "Is this a problem of scratches? You Do you know how many bacteria are in your nails? No common sense at all!"

"...you go and I'll order."

Fat beef, hairy tripe, yellow throat, tender beef, squid, duck blood, crispy meat... The dishes are all served on the same floor, and finally two servings of shrimp slippery and a plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are served.

"Wait a minute," he stopped the aunt who was serving the food: "Put the glutinous rice cakes on the opposite side, thank you."

When the pot boiled, Xu Chichuan finally came back with the medicine, unscrewed the iodophor, and picked up a cotton ball with tweezers: "Stretch out the arm."

Gently wipe the cotton ball along the scratched red marks, the cool touch penetrates into the skin to bring relief, and the two round hair swirls on the head come into view.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Shihai said in his heart that this is where it is, and he will show you the scar on my back another day: "It's okay, just a little bit."

"Tell me about you," Xu Chichuan glared at him, "What are you doing to block that blow? It's just a cut."

"No blocking? Or do you want to be grabbed by her and find a place to talk to each other?"

"Hey ~ don't ~ stop!" The picture is too beautiful to look directly at, goosebumps will fall all over the ground thinking about it: "I can hide myself."

"You can't," Mu Shihai glanced at him: "Too stupid, not flexible enough, hiss! It hurts!"

The mischievous hand calmly raised the cotton head, the small dimples showed danger: "Oh, my hand is slippery."

...Holding his arms to eat the pain, he watched a little bastard sit across from him, crossed his legs and picked up a small glutinous rice cake, chewing so much that his mouth was full of soy flour: "Let's eat, let's eat, I'm hungry! "

"Waiter," Mu Shihai beckoned, "A bottle of soy milk and a bottle of pure raw must be iced."

The beef was blanched for 20 seconds and quickly scooped up, wrapped in sesame oil, mashed garlic and coriander, and quickly stuffed into his mouth. Xu Chichuan squinted his eyes, enjoying the spiciness of the chili bursting in his mouth. His eyes turned and stared at the golden liquid in the opposite cup.Just as I was about to reach out to take it, there was a "snap" and a chopstick hit my hand.

Clutching his hands, he was extremely aggrieved: "Why hit me!"

The steaming white mist blocked the two of them, Mu Shihai's face was dark, he picked up the cup and drank it down: "What do you want to do?"

"I haven't drank it, I want to have a sip."

"Don't taste it, it's bitter."

"Then don't drink it either," the soy milk was pushed over: "Drink this."

Wide-eyed and small-eyed, Mu Shihai was defeated first, let him take his beer away, and took a sip of soy milk, which was slightly sweet and barely acceptable.

After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, it was already the beginning of the night, with neon lights flickering behind, and a huge LED screen lighting up the night sky, Mu Shihai took out his phone and took a look, then put it back in his pocket.

"I stink," Xu Chichuan raised his hand and sniffed his sleeves, feeling that he was rotten: "I smell like butter, as if I've been scoured."

"It's like eating hot pot."

"Good support, let's go back after a walk."

"it is good."

In the crowded square, walk side by side along the musical fountain, and the black windbreaker blends with the night.There are many people on the road, and flower sellers are pushing baskets full of bouquets along the street to sell, and there are all kinds of gypsophila and roses in various colors.

"Brother," Xu Chichuan touched him: "What kind of flowers do you like?"

Mu Shihai glanced at the flower basket: "I don't even like it."

"I like this," he pointed to the lavender on the far side: "This is the best."

A group of children screamed and ran past the two of them. Xu Chichuan pulled him into hiding and stopped in front of a bakery: "I'm going to buy some sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow, wait for me, soon of."

"Ah."

At the intersection where people come and go, Mu Shihai took out his phone and unlocked it for the third time today. There were no messages, unread calls or missed calls, and the screen was cleaner than his face.He turned off the phone with a blank expression and put the phone back in his pocket again, never taking it out again.

Knew it would be like this.

It's because he shouldn't have the delusion of being remembered.

No matter how long he disappeared, it was a trivial matter.

A corner of the hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind, and his tall and straight back showed a little paleness. Suddenly, what Yang Shushu said to him rang in his ears.

"Little sea,"

"Don't live with resentment, go find your sun."

But, Mom, I can't find a reason to give up my resentment, I can't see the bright sun.

Mu Shihai closed his eyes to hide the exhausted despair in his eyes. It's been 16 years, and what I thought was habit and numbness turned out to be nonexistent.Emotionally out of control, his always keen vigilance was off the mark, and he didn't notice that someone was slowly approaching.

One meter away, Xu Chichuan stood behind him, the musical fountain sounded, and the water spray reflected colorful lights, dazzling and gorgeous.

"elder brother!"

He saw Mu Shihai turn around, and there was still emotion on his face that he hadn't had time to hide.

Holding up the steaming sandwich and meal kit, he took out a bottle of orange juice-flavored NFC from the bag like a magician: "Let's go home!"

The music stopped, the lights disappeared, the fountain fell, and a bright moon cleared away the clouds and mist, and hung in the sky again.

"go?"

"Walk."