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Yang Sheng's class teacher asked them to make goal cards, and put one copy on the desk and one copy in the residence.

So in the free time of these two days, Yang Sheng was cutting, writing and drawing in various ways.

When Xia Zang was free, he stared at him and drew. In the end, he asked him to borrow a piece of cardboard, and scribbled on the science admission scores of J University and H University, and then pasted it on the head of the bed with double-sided tape. live.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng imitated his example and scribbled a copy and pasted it on the bedside, and sent the other carefully tailored one to the school.

"No way, that copy is for Lao Lu to see." The young boy still wanted to save face.

A little rain fell outside the window, and at midnight, it was even more quiet.

It was rare for Xia Zang to wake up in the middle of the night. It wasn't a nightmare, but he suddenly wanted to wake up, and then found that his left arm was wrapped in someone's arms.

Crisp, crispy and warm.

On rainy nights, you have to cover yourself with a quilt, not to mention that the temperature has dropped a few degrees now.

Yang Sheng's sleep quality improved a lot, he didn't toss and turn, and he didn't have shortness of breath, he lay obediently by Xia Zang's hand, occasionally crossing the boundary.

as it is now.

But Xia Zang didn't hate it, and sometimes approached him on his own initiative.

Humans are actually like moths, they naturally have phototaxis, and Xia Zang is no exception.

Sometimes he wondered what Yang Sheng was made of.

The rigor of science students told him that it was bones, blood, muscles and various organs.

In this way, it is no different from thousands of people in the world.

But Yang Sheng was the most different one.

He should be composed of the wind in the morning or evening, the bright sunshine in the afternoon, the quiet rain at this moment, and the colorful candies in the glass jar.

For some reason, when Yang Sheng was mentioned, Xia Zang wanted to extract all the poems he knew.

Those black eyes are quiet and quiet, like obsidian gemstones, when listening to Xia Zang's words, they will have a serious expression; at the same time, the pair of thin lips are gently opened and closed, making Xia Zang say anything without being cold, occasionally. , and because the smile is too wide, pointy canine teeth will be exposed.

All the poems can't describe him, Xia Zang can't be so hasty, just give him a definition.

I just know that now I am restrained by his emotions, just seeing him make jokes will soften my heart, and even bragging and talking about the mountains feel cute.

Although sometimes I don't know what he is thinking...

Xia Zang turned over, and according to his inertia, his right arm put around Yang Sheng's waist.

It's a half hug gesture.

He likes it very much, because of the close body temperature, the pulse and breath under the undulating fabric.

It is fresh, it is close and perceptible, and it is gentle.

It seems that a simple hug can hold the wind in the morning or evening, the bright sunshine in the afternoon, the quiet rain at this moment, and the colorful candies in the glass jar.

He wanted to keep Yang Sheng, even if he was beside Xia Zang's pillow and in Xia Zang's arms right now.

But can people catch the wind and rain and trap the sunshine?

Glass jars are also fragile items, and if they are broken, they cannot be put back together.

Xia Zang himself... never left anything behind.

"Xiao Zang, go and tell your mother that you are reluctant to leave her. She must be soft-hearted towards you, and she will definitely stay. On your father's side, grandma will scold him, and grandma must wake him up .”

"Xiao Zang, you go, you go quickly, do you want to become a child without a mother?"

The white-haired old woman squatted halfway in front of Xia Zang, clutching his slender arm, begging and ordering one after another.

Nine-year-old Xia Zang asked the old woman, "Isn't it wrong for Dad to bring other aunts home?"

The old woman's hand gripped his arm tightly, and the nails scratched him sorely.

After a while, the old woman said: "Yes, but he is your father. As a younger generation, you can't say that your father is wrong. He just, alas, all men in this world have the same virtue! Xiaozang, don't worry about it, grandma I will definitely scold him..."

"Dad brought aunt home and made mom very angry, shouldn't that be right?" Xia Zang turned a deaf ear and asked on his own.

"It's about their husband and wife, what do you know about your child!" The old woman became anxious, and the nails on his arm deepened a bit.

"Then mom is very angry. She will definitely not forgive dad. If she doesn't forgive dad, no matter what I say, she won't listen." Xia Zang frowned. He wanted to get rid of the old woman, but unfortunately he wasn't that big strength.

"You son of a bitch, do you want a stepfather and stepmother so much? You can't listen to good or bad words!" The old woman was angry. She threw Xia Zang away and pushed him back, "This family It's about to break up, and you won't have a place to cry when the time comes!"

In fact, Xia Zang wanted to cry at that time, the old woman's nails were too strong, and when she let go, her arms were bloody.

But he tried not to shed tears. His mother said that a man does not cry easily.

So when my mother really left with the suitcase, Xia Zang sent her to the gate of the community to take a taxi without saying a word.

His mother asked him if he had anything else to say, and he shook his head.

"So heartless and ungrateful." After a month or two of quarreling, my mother's face was haggard, but she still teased him with a smile, reaching out her hand to caress the top of his hair.

"Take good care of yourself." Xia Zang turned away his face and said in a businesslike manner.

"Don't be like this, Xiao Zang." His mother hugged him into her arms, and he remembered that it was the smell of lisianthus flower perfume.

Very light and soft, like a mother's voice.

"If I said, I want you to stay, would you stay?" Xia Zang asked softly, with a nasal tone.

Mom was silent for a while, "Yes, my son is still very cute after all."

"Then I don't have anything to say, let's go." Xia Zang sniffed, and withdrew his vibrato, "The farther away from my dad, the better, and then I might as well find a better uncle than him to marry, anyway, my dad would I found my aunt..."

"Ouch, who taught you this?" Mom patted the back of his head, laughing lightly.

"I read books and TV shows." Xia Zang closed his eyes, and after a while to make sure that no tears came out, he opened them slowly, "You won't be happy if you stay, I want you to be happy."

So, let's go, live the life you like better, and find someone who likes you better.

I am still too young to give you anything; I can only try my best not to hold you back.

"I was very surprised that you would say such things to me at that time, even more mature than your father as an adult." Later, my mother resettled in the main city, and occasionally chatted with Xia Zang about the past.

Xia Zang only said that it was you who remembered it wrong, and he didn't want to hear his mother feel guilty about it inexplicably.

At that time, he also had countless ways to get to his mother. Although it was true that his father had detained his household registration, it was not impossible.

It's just that Xia Zang didn't bother to think about it anymore, so it would be good to dilute his extravagant hopes, so as to save him from floating in the void every day, which is unrealistic.

At that time, my mother had already had Xiaohe, and Xia Zang, who had gone to the main city for summer vacation in the third year of junior high school, felt that he was very embarrassed in that family.

In that family, there are grandparents, parents; uncles and aunts sometimes come to visit, and there is an aunt who lives for a long time.

But those are Xiaohe's grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts and aunts.

The perfect family has nothing to do with Xia Zang.

After returning to Yunshan, he took advantage of his father's old troubles to play, to the point of throwing books on the table.

He didn't know if the old woman had really scolded his father, but he only knew that the old woman had passed away for many years, and his father still believed in the fallacy that house flowers had no fragrance from wild flowers.

But what made him feel unreasonable the most was that his father slandered his mother, saying that the divorce back then was all because of his mother's "disobedience to women".

"Don't think your mother is some kind of pure and pure fairy, she is just hooking up with men outside..."

Xia Zang punched the mouth that was full of nonsense.

"One, my mother never did anything to offend you; two, even if she did, it was because you hooked up with others first."

It's okay to refuse to admit your mistakes for so many years, and pour dirty water on other people's heads.

"I remember everything. I remember everything you did and what grandma said, so don't talk nonsense in front of me. Otherwise, if you die, I won't burn paper money on your grave."

That's it, it's over.

He moved out, and his father cut off all his living expenses.

It's a cold war, and it's a clean break.

My mother called to ask, and he answered truthfully, which made my mother hesitant to speak and had nothing to say.

"Sorry, I have caused you trouble." Xia Zang finally had to talk to himself, "On my side, you don't have to worry too much."

It was also since then that my mother said that his tone was strangely indifferent and no longer naturally enthusiastic.

Perhaps in order to compensate for something, his mother sent him a lot of money. At one time, he thought that Dashui had sent his mother's money, so he half-jokingly and half-seriously refused some of it.

In addition, fortunately, he asked his mother to open a bank card for him during the summer vacation of his third year of junior high school, otherwise he might starve to death in Yunshan County.

His father could do anything, and Xia Zang knew it from the time he cheated on him.

After entering the first year of high school, Xia Zang began to learn to live alone; although there is nothing to learn, even if he lives at home, he still lives alone.

It's a pity that he didn't know Yang Sheng very well at that time, if he did, maybe that time would be more interesting.

Because Yang Sheng is a very interesting person.

Xia Zang originally wanted to withdraw his arms, turn over and lie down and continue to sleep, so as not to wake people up.

But inexplicably thinking of Yang Sheng's spring//dream, he couldn't help hugging him tightly, and the butterfly wings in his stomach were still churning out of season.

If the person in the dream really exists...Xia Zangyou missed the beat because of his heartbeat, whether he still can't keep anything this time.

What is he hoping to keep?

Silently withdrew his arm, but didn't want to be hugged back already.

Yang Sheng pressed his forehead against his heart, rubbing against him like a small animal.

The seeds that got into the crevices of the rocks took root a little deeper, and were absorbing nutrients in the barren soil. Slowly, due to the expansion of the root system, the rocks rolled down a little, and the soil in the crevices finally saw the sky and emerged. There was a small bud.

Xia Zang didn't know what kind of affection it was, he only knew that with Yang Sheng's gentle breathing, the bud in his heart stretched freely.

Light and soft, even if it rains, it can't make this feeling sink.

The only thing he can be sure of is that this is joy.

It would be nice to get acquainted with you earlier and get closer to you.

Such remorse was also born, as if the previous many years were wasted.

So Xia Zang doesn't want to recall the past, and he doesn't want to think about the future. He can hold on to what he has now, which can already make him feel satisfied and safe.

This is a cocoon, and he can escape those damn right and wrong by locking himself.

Yang Sheng opened the cocoon, let the light in, and stretched out his hand to pull him out; but he wanted to follow the light and lock Yang Sheng into the cocoon.

"I'm sorry." Xia Zang murmured, the end of which fell into Ye Yu's rustling moan.

Waking up in a daze according to the biological clock again, Xia Zang really didn't sleep well.

However, Xia Zang felt some comfort from seeing the target cards next to each other by the bedside through the light.

This "retention" is sustainable, that is to say, in fact, Yang Sheng also wants to stay by his side.

Although my mother also said at the beginning that she wanted to stay and stay by his side.

But he refused and let go.

If one day Yang Sheng wanted to leave, Xia Zang knew that he would still choose to let go.

Unconsciously, he smiled wryly, but there was a layer of warmth on his back, and Yang Sheng pressed against him.

"Morning, brother." The warm wind blowing softly by his ears, this is the normal state of Yang Sheng getting up early.

Xia Zang didn't feel that such intimacy made any difference, but sadly thought that if this continued, he would be even more reluctant to let Yang Sheng leave.

Close it up.

"Morning." Xia Zang replied softly, and Yang Sheng's hairy head was pressed against his shoulder, itchy, "Aren't you going to have your hair cut?"

"Ah, go another day, don't worry." Yang Sheng closed his eyes and muttered, "It's time to cut an inch!"

Well, it seems that I really didn't wake up.Xia Zang smiled and said: "Don't be so extreme, just sweep your bangs to reveal your eyes."

I really like... those eyes.

"Well... listen to you." Yang Sheng said.

Obedient, cute, soft and glutinous, yes, why don't people like it.

Anyway, Xia Zang knew himself and liked it quite a lot.

The author has something to say:

In other words, liking is really a word with multiple meanings, which is easy to be misunderstood.

And Xia Zang's filter for Yang Sheng is really 8000 meters thick...

The progress is 55%, the self strategy is so powerful~

Everyone can guess who confessed first.

No prize quiz, buy it and leave~

The other thing is, why do I always write about scumbag fathers, anyway, their fathers are too much for each other...