A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

A decadent life is just wanting to secretly drink a bowl of sugar water after brushing your teeth. - say whatever you want

"Lao Song, hurry up, don't dawdle on your seat!" Guo Nanxing secretly said to Song Zhiyu, "Shhh - Lao Xiang forgot to distribute the exercise book, we have to hurry up, or he will be too late to remember!"

"Let's go then, I won't bring my schoolbag." Song Zhiyu made a decisive decision.

As soon as he left school, Guo Nanxing looked around, as if he was looking for someone.Song Zhiyu asked him what he was looking at, and Guo Nanxing replied straightforwardly: "Let me see where your good old friend is!"

Guo Nanxing often teased the two of them like this, which is strange to say.In the past, when Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng were not in that relationship, Song Zhiyu could still say with a shy face, "What's the matter, I'd love to be with our old Zhou every day." On the contrary, it has become a taboo. How could a big man say such a thing, he was so ashamed.

"Get out." So Song Zhiyu responded simply and rudely.

"My sixth sense tells me that the two of you have a story." Guo Nanxing sniffed out some doubts.

Song Zhiyu thought of what Tong Wen said to him, and now he passed this sentence to Guo Nanxing: "If you spend half of your speaking time on studying, your grades will be much better than now."

Guo Nanxing shook his head, disapproving: "That's easy to say. You know, I can't do it."

Yes, it can't be done.Song Zhiyu suddenly realized that answering Tong Wen's question was actually very simple, it was just that he couldn't do it, he couldn't do anything wholeheartedly, because he was tired.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu suddenly felt a slightly hot object touched the back of his neck, and the touch felt like old dry bark, and he was startled.He looked back, Zhou Cheng was holding a big potato in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

"You scared me to death..." Song Zhiyu took a deep breath, feeling that what he inhaled was turbid.

"Just now there was an old man who sold roasted yams in oil barrels. I smelled delicious so I bought two. This one is for you, and it's still hot." Zhou Cheng unzipped his school uniform and took it out of his arms. A slightly smaller potato was handed over to Song Zhiyu.Song Zhiyu held this not-so-big potato with both hands, feeling his palms and fingertips greedily sucking heat from it.

"Come, come, I'll tear it open for you." Zhou Cheng opened a small hole in its scorched outer shell, and the area near the outer skin showed a warm orange-red color, and after one bite, the inside turned golden yellow.If the weather is colder, there will be steaming steam on it.

In the foggy day, everything was hazy like an impressionistic oil painting, only the orange sweet potato held by the two of them was the only warm color in this foggy day, like two small lamps, emitting a faint light.

Although Song Zhiyu didn't have much appetite at this time, he still took a symbolic bite.

"Sweet."

"Of course, I don't even look at who bought it." There was a hint of complacency in Zhou Cheng's words.

When Zhou Cheng wasn't paying attention, Song Zhiyu slipped it into the school uniform pocket.

This time coincided with the rush hour for commuting, and due to heavy smog, the road was congested.With the fast pace of life in the city, coupled with the generally not-so-gentle personality of the people in N City, the horns of the cars are sometimes rhythmic, and sometimes they just howl indiscriminately. Honking the car horn to urge is also to vent my inner impatience.

Infected, Song Zhiyu was also a little impatient.His heartbeat seemed to gradually resonate with the "beep beep" car horn, and over time it evolved into a special drum sound that made it impossible to ignore its existence.Song Zhiyu tried his best to adjust his pace, but found that no matter how he changed the frequency of walking, he couldn't keep up with the drumbeat in his heart.

"Why don't you leave?" Zhou Cheng, who was walking side by side with Song Zhiyu, had already walked ahead without knowing it, and he turned back to ask Song Zhiyu.

"Huh? Haven't I been walking?" Song Zhiyu felt that Zhou Cheng's question was strange.

Zhou Cheng's expression became serious, and he said, "Recently...do you feel uncomfortable in your heart again?"

"Tell me the truth, don't lie to me." Before Song Zhiyu could answer, Zhou Cheng added another sentence.

The corner of Song Zhiyu's mouth pulled out a fake smile subconsciously, but he was wearing a mask at this time, Zhou Cheng didn't see it.In order to prove that he could run and jump, he took a few quick steps and surpassed Zhou Cheng.

"You've said that, I feel like I'm lying to you as long as I answer 'no'... Well, there is a little bit, but it's really just a little bit." Song Zhiyu closed his eyes hard, and said sincerely.

"Really?" Zhou Cheng was dubious.

"Fake. I'm so tired. Carry me on your back." Song Zhiyu grabbed Zhou Cheng's school uniform with his cold hands, and his eyes that had been closed just now remained open.

A sour feeling surged in Zhou Cheng's heart, and he didn't know how to react for a while, but finally he tried his best and said in a relaxed tone: "This time, you are not afraid of affecting the appearance of the city?"

According to Song Zhiyu's logic, the intimacy between lovers does not conform to the rules in school, and affects the appearance of the city in public.

Song Zhiyu lay on Zhou Cheng's back, ignoring the other party's teasing.It was not cold enough, and Zhou Cheng hadn’t worn a school uniform liner yet, and the large school uniform jacket was opened at the neckline, but Song Zhiyu seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he stretched it a little bigger with his hands, and then silently turned his head Lean between the angle formed by your shoulders and neck.

"Sometimes I think I'm a pretty selfish person, like now, knowing that I have a cold and cough, but I still can't help but want to get closer to you."

Zhou Cheng had a smile in his eyes: "Compared to the past when you pushed others away and ran away, and almost fell yourself when it was over, your progress now is really touching. Especially touched me."

"Really? Why don't I remember." Song Zhiyu blushed slightly, but luckily he was the only one who knew.

The drums kept going.

Zhou Cheng was worried about Song Zhiyu, and insisted on sending him home before going back.When he got to the downstairs of the unit, Zhou Cheng made an inch of it again, saying that he had to send him upstairs to feel at ease.The legs were on Zhou Cheng's body, and Song Zhiyu couldn't stop him, so he had to let him do it.

Zhou Cheng repeatedly warned: "I have to go to the hospital tomorrow no matter what. If you don't go, I'll call you downstairs until you go."

"It's really long-winded, I got it." Song Zhiyu waved his hand, trying to drive away the fly Zhou Cheng.

"That's how you behave." After speaking, Zhou Cheng quickly kissed Song Zhiyu on the head, and flew down the stairs at lightning speed.

Song Zhiyu tidied the hair on his forehead casually, and wanted to reach for the key to open the door, only to realize that the key was in his schoolbag and he didn't bring it back, so he reached out and rang the doorbell.The doorbell opened just before it rang.

It's almost like standing at the door all the time.

"I didn't expect to come back so early, and the house is a bit messy and I haven't had time to clean it up." Wang Zhijun said to Song Zhiyu with a little apology.Just like yesterday, he was still squatting in the kitchen to pick up the garbage. What was different from yesterday was that there was a long nail scratch on the side of his arm.

"Who was the person talking to you outside the door just now? It sounded like your deskmate? I remember his surname is...Zhou?" Wang Zhijun casually mentioned that he only met Zhou Cheng once last semester. , I didn't expect to still remember his voice today.

"nothing dealing with you."

Walking into the living room, there was a mess of overturned chairs and a table.Song Zhiyu wanted to help it up, but felt that bending over was too tiring, so he just glanced at it indifferently, and then closed the door of his room.

"Children of this age are like this. They are rude and rebellious. Don't take it to heart." Song's mother said to Wang Zhijun.

Wang Zhijun smiled and said nothing.

The scenery in Song Zhiyu's own room did not change.Iron windows, bookcases, single beds, and even the waste paper in the trash can under the desk have not had time to clean up.Song Ma was always happy to clean the house for Song Zhiyu, but not today.Song Zhiyu didn't bother to clean it himself, so he simply put it there and waited until tomorrow.

……

Song Zhiyu only looked in the mirror while washing up. The right side of his face was no longer swollen, but it was still a little red, while the rest of his face was equally pale.If he was a girl, he would probably be happier. Doesn't it mean that every soft-looking person usually has a dream of becoming a muscular man in his heart?Of course, this matter has not been verified, but Song Zhiyu himself thinks so.

The toothpaste was almost used up, and Song Zhiyu spent a long time trying to squeeze out a little bit.As soon as the handle of the toothbrush was thrust into his mouth, Song Zhiyu, who had a shallow throat, felt nauseous for a while. He coughed a few times and rinsed several times before his mouth eased.

"What's wrong?" Mama Song's voice came from this side.

"It's okay, you don't need to come over." Song Zhiyu replied shallowly, and I don't know if Mama Song heard it.

After some actions, his hands trembled a little. When he wanted to put the mouthwash cup back into the small washstand, he knocked down the other two cups placed on the stand.Toothbrushes and plastic cups were scattered all over the floor.

However, just when he was about to bend down to pick it up, Song Zhiyu suddenly felt his heart sink, and had the illusion of momentary weightlessness. His center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.The position of his chest seems to be tied with hemp rope, and it is still shrinking and tightening a little bit.

"You daredevil, you can still fall at home, why don't you get up quickly, isn't it cold on the ground?" Mama Song blamed casually.

Song Zhiyu moved a few times when he heard the sound, and smiled bitterly with the remaining strength: "Mom, I can't seem to get up..."

Before, Song Zhiyu heard a song called "Drum Soul" when he was dying.When the drum hits the most intensely, it is accompanied by rustling electric current or the sound of hacksaw, which is very similar to the feeling of breathing.

Song Zhiyu couldn't remember the rest clearly. He lay on something vaguely with his head up, and a person wearing a mask asked in his ear repeatedly: "Can you hear it? Can you hear it?"

"Heard and don't tell you."

The author has something to say:

Sweet potatoes are sweet potatoes or sweet potatoes.

In the middle of writing, I suddenly felt that so-and-so is a tormenting little goblin... (Dong Fog)