tall rose

About one, two, three, four years ago, when my father and stepmother got married, the house hadn't been renewed, only two bedrooms.

The father arranged Yang Sheng into Xia Zang's room on the grounds that the brothers would enhance their relationship.

Yang Sheng lowered his head obediently and said that he could make the floor.

"If you sleep on the floor, you need an extra set of bedding, but I don't have any in my room." Xia Zang sat on the edge of the bed, patted the pillow, "Come here."

Later, when his father bought a new big house, there was a spare bedroom, so Yang Sheng moved out.

But the two of them slept together for a year, but they didn't get along with any deep friendship.

After all, Yang Sheng's sleeping posture is regular, and he has always been in harmony with the river.

"Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you again." Before going to sleep, Yang Sheng knelt on the bedside and apologized with downcast eyes.

Exactly the same demeanor and tone as a few years ago.

Xia Zang was inexplicably a little upset, because the child hadn't improved in the past few years.

"No matter how sorry you are, just go out." Xia Zang lifted the quilt, leaned down and lay down, "Turn off the light."

"Oh." Yang Sheng replied, and the night light went out accordingly.

Xia Zang lay flat and stared at the outline of the three-leaf ceiling fan in the darkness, with rustling sounds in his ears, Yang Sheng also lay down.

He thought he was sleeping peacefully, but the person next to him was breathing carefully. Xia Zang felt flustered when he heard this, and wanted to turn sideways to cover the person's nose, but he felt that he was nervous, after all. Yang Sheng was just breathing normally.

After waiting for a while, his consciousness finally began to gradually blur, and Yang Sheng turned over.

Xia Zang: ...Maybe I just fell asleep and changed to a more comfortable position.He endured it.

Just as he was looking for an excuse, the person next to him turned over again as if he didn't appreciate it.

Put it here to bake big cakes.

Xia Zang couldn't help but said, "Yang Sheng."

"Well, brother!" Yang Sheng was startled, his voice trembling.

"Can't sleep?" Xia Zang asked slowly, not intending to scare the child.

"A bit." Yang Sheng said awkwardly, "Brother, go to sleep and leave me alone."

"You keep turning over, and I can't fall asleep." Xia Zang said frankly.

"I try not to turn over." Yang Sheng said weakly, "Brother, you go to sleep."

Upside down a little bit wronged Baba.

Xia Zang pulled up the quilt, "I'll tell you a story, and then I'll close my eyes and go to sleep. I have to sign up early tomorrow."

"Huh?" Student Xiao Yang was puzzled.

"long long ago……"

All in all, that's how the story began.

Yang Sheng squeezed the quilt and looked at the dark ceiling, wondering who he was and where he was.

However, Xia Zang seemed to be serious, speaking in a gentle and soft voice, as if coaxing a child.

"In a remote and small country, there was a cursed prince who could not stand on his legs and was accompanied by a wooden wheelchair all year round.

"The witch who cursed him gave him a red rose, saying that before the rose faded, he must find someone he really liked before he could touch the curse of disability.

"But the prince lives alone in the castle, and it's not convenient to go out. He survives only by the spell left by the witch, and there is no way to find the so-called true love."

Speaking of this, Xia Zang paused, but Yang Sheng was fascinated, and couldn't help asking: "Is that because a smart and beautiful girl broke into the castle and rescued him?"

"No, the castle is on a cliff, not to mention girls, boys can't climb it." Xia Zang said leisurely.

Yang Sheng inexplicably heard the smile in his tone, so he turned sideways and asked: "And then?"

"Then the prince guarded the rose plant alone until all the rose petals withered." Xia Zang said, "He never stood up again in his whole life."

Yang Sheng felt that Xia Zang had such a bad taste, anyway, after hearing this story, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Just as he was about to say goodnight and turned to sleep, Yang Sheng didn't want to make things difficult for his brother.

Xia Zang started talking slowly again: "That's the original ending of the story, but after you asked me, I'll change it for you."

I don't quite understand his logic, but Yang Sheng still pricked up his ears to listen.

"Although the prince's legs and feet are not convenient, he will still insist on watering and loosening the soil for the rose every day, and will cover her with a glass cover at night to prevent the night wind from blowing her down.

"But despite this, the lifespan of a rose is still short, and the prince watched the wine-red petals fall one by one. He is not interested in lifting the curse, he only cares about his rose. But the rose is about to wither, before his eyes .

"The prince began to try many methods to save his rose, but it didn't work at all. Gradually, he got used to such days of gradual despair, and waited calmly for the day when the rose withered completely.

"But on this day, the prince was taking a nap in front of the glass cover of the rose, and the night was clear and windless. The glass cover was lifted to the side little by little, the prince heard the noise and opened his eyes, and saw the girl with rose-like pupils under the moonlight .

"The prince's curse was lifted because he fell in love with the girl named Rose."

It was a story with a good ending, Yang Sheng rubbed his eyes, "Thank you bro, I'm a little sleepy."

"Then go to sleep." Xia Zang said, "I remember that you seem to be a little sleepy."

Oh, that was years ago, when they were still sleeping in the same bedroom.

It took Yang Sheng a week to get used to that environment and atmosphere, he thought Xia Zang didn't know.

Because when he turned over carefully, Xia Zang was always quiet.

Sure enough, I still didn't fall asleep.

Yang Sheng timidly wanted to apologize again, and was afraid of offending Xia Zang, so he said, "Good night, brother."

Xia Zang exhaled and said, "Good night."

Five minutes before the phone's alarm vibrated, Xia Zang woke up and took out his black brick Nokia from under the pillow.

Turn on the phone and check the time. It is 25:06, which is 30 minutes earlier than the alarm at 5:[-].

For the past two days, I don't know why, and I wake up a little bit every day.

Although Xia Zang is very confident in his biological clock, it is not necessary to be so accurate.

After all, if it continues to be so accurate, Nokia will lose another function, and can only make calls and play snakes.

It was not yet fully autumn, Tianguang bypassed the iron railing of the balcony door and slowly jumped to the foot of the bed.

Xia Zang glanced at Yang Sheng who was still sleeping soundly holding onto the thin quilt, and slipped out of bed softly, and took advantage of the faint daylight to sneak into the bathroom to wash up.

As soon as I unscrewed the toothpaste cap, I heard the ding ding dong dong of the alarm clock and someone's plaintive sound of "turn off the alarm clock".

Xia Zang remained silent, continuing to squeeze the toothpaste calmly.

On the shelf in front of the mirror is a second mouthwash cup, blue, with a doggy toothbrush and a fat tube of toothpaste.

There are also new towels on the hooks of the tiles, reminding Xia Zang that this space that belongs to him has been invaded by outsiders.

It is not appropriate to say invasion, after all, he himself allowed it.

And don't be greedy for cheap in the future, this pure mint-flavored white toothpaste is so unpalatable.

The alarm outside could be regarded as being turned off by someone, and the sound of kicking and tapping footsteps came from far to near, Xia Zang turned his head, Yang Sheng rubbed his eyes in a daze, and his hair frizzed all over the place.

"Good morning, brother."

Xia Zang said "um", turned his head back and rinsed his mouth, and said, "Good morning."

In fact, today is the day of reporting, so go to the old class to sign in, and just go to class on time for evening self-study, there is no need to get up so early.

But after all, it was Xia Zangding's alarm clock, so Yang Sheng didn't dare to complain too much.

And when he was dazedly washing his face with a towel, Xia Zang also said to go downstairs to buy breakfast.

Bought his share too.

Yang Sheng was a little moved, and Xia Zang said in the next second: "You pay, I paid for yesterday's meal."

How should I put it, his brother is good, but he is too clear about public and private.

And more rigorous and self-disciplined.

After Yang Sheng washed up, he pulled the curtains aside, then lay down on the bed without giving up, and rolled around for a while before subsiding.

When I was in junior high school, Xia Zang had already developed such a good routine. Although Yang Sheng was not used to bad habits, he still couldn't stand getting up at 06:30 every morning.

Many times he begged the Fang alarm clock his mother bought for him, saying Brother Zhong, you have a lot of adults, can you let me go.

But to be honest, Yang Sheng still can't take getting up early as a joke, and insisted on getting up at 06:30 in the morning for three years in junior high school, which is not bad.

The main reason is that if he doesn't keep up with Xia Zang's routine, his dear mother will look him over with sad eyes.

According to the compulsory one of the political textbooks, this is called the psychology of comparison.

Fortunately, after entering high school, Xia couldn't hide at home, and Yang Sheng also lived in the school dormitory for a long time, but the sleep time was not prolonged much.

He was able to sleep until seven o'clock, and he only had to spend 10 minutes dressing and washing after getting up, rushing downstairs and then upstairs, and arrived at his class one second before ten past seven.

There is no way, the old class is the reincarnation of the devil, and such inhumane class rules have been set for them since they were in high school: they must go to the classroom before [-]:[-] in the morning to start morning reading.

What about adapting in advance, I got used to it in the third year of high school.

Yang, who has half a foot in the third year of high school, didn't adapt, couldn't adapt at all. Is this something that people can adapt to?

Well, this is, after all, Xia Zang has started at 06:30 since junior high school, so it seems that Lao Ban's rules are quite humanitarian.

After rolling for a while, Yang Sheng woke up completely and got up to get his clothes.

The fabric wardrobe is not big, and when you open it, there is a clear distinction, with Yang Sheng's on one side and Xia Zang's on the other.

Neither of them is particular about people, and the clothes don't add up to fill the closet.

After doing something casually, Yang Sheng looked at the skylight coming in, then threw the clothes and pants on the edge of the bed, and started to change quickly.

Changed the pants first, just after taking off the clothes, the key in front of the door rang, Yang Sheng hugged the clothes and turned his head to look, Xia Zang squinted his eyes, locked on his back, and quickly moved away, "Where are you changing clothes?"

Yang Sheng hurriedly put on his coat, and turned to greet him nonchalantly, "Well, bro, you brought the key."

"I won't ask you to open the door." Xia Zang closed the door with his backhand, and seeing Yang Sheng approaching, he stuffed steamed stuffed bun soy milk into his hand, "What's wrong with the back? It's all red."

Yang Sheng caught it and said perfunctorily, "It's a birthmark."

"Oh, that's still..." Xia Zang looked over his shoulder, and quickly retracted, "It's quite unique."

The author has something to say:

Writing this article is also to commemorate my passing high school~

And Fuyuzo-san is really cold.