A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

This time, the Sunday was an ordinary Sunday in early spring. The coldness that was not completely separated from winter was mixed with the damp feeling that every southern city has. It was not pleasant, but it was better than last month.Pedestrians on the road are always brave to death from freezing, timid to death from heat, no more and no less well-dressed, fresh.

Song Zhiyu belongs to the radicals of the elderly school. The gray-black woolen scarf is wrapped in a full set of navy blue No. [-] Middle School winter school uniform, but he is wearing a thin dark green plaid shirt. He is wearing a pair of sneakers that can be used in all seasons .What about long johns?Seeing that his two legs can still dangle freely in the fat school pants, he probably didn't wear them.Dressing may seem contradictory, but it is not. In a word, what is worn inside is the heart, and what is worn outside is mother's love.

Song Zhiyu was empty-handed and had nothing to do, so he put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform jacket. He looked around as he walked, and as expected, his eyes quickly locked on a tall man with a height of 1.9 meters.

"Wear a hat, it's really hard to find you." Song Zhiyu yawned habitually.

Compared with Song Zhiyu, an old school with plain clothes and empty hands, Zhou Cheng is at the other extreme: a black and white sportswear with a pair of cool sneakers, and a big hiking bag on his back.Looks like a handsome... scenic tourist.

"You're really good, you're here to go to the cinema and climb the mountain." Song Zhiyu looked at Zhou Cheng from top to bottom, expressing such emotion.

"I didn't know you brought me to the cinema to enjoy the local scenery." Zhou Cheng also found himself out of tune with the surroundings, and was a little embarrassed.

"Look at my physique, still climbing mountains? Are you carrying me?" Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes.

Zhou Cheng smiled a little embarrassedly, and said in a low voice, "It's not impossible."

"Cough cough." Song Zhiyu coughed dryly twice, "Old Zhou, what are you packing in this bag? How can you be so bulging."

"Two barrels of mineral water. I thought the two of us were going to climb... a mountain." Zhou Cheng stammered.

"Great, we can drink mineral water while eating popcorn!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Well, you're tall, go buy a Coke."

"What are we looking at?"

"Fast and Furious, watch it well, and write me a review after you go back!"

Because the tickets were bought late, there were not many seats available.Two tall and burly boys nestled in the second row, looking up at the screen like a hunched giraffe, very aggrieved.Coupled with the occasional teasing words that came out of the whispers of the two young girls behind, all of this made Zhou Cheng miserable.

"Did you see the boy sitting in front of us just walk in?"

"Although the dress is a bit strange, but the face is really pretty."

"Inexplicably, I feel that the two are very suitable for each other!"

"Keep your voice down, maybe they really are!"

Zhou Cheng sneaked a worried look at Song Zhiyu, and found that Song Zhiyu was single-minded and concentrated on eating popcorn with his head down, only occasionally looking up at the movie. As for whether he heard those words, he was wearing pitch-black 3D glasses, so he couldn't tell There is a change in expression.

A car is speeding up from a distance, accompanied by dust and smoke, it seems to rush out of the screen.That layer of sand seemed to rush out of the screen wantonly, sweeping into Song Zhiyu's heart, forming a long airtight net, covering a haze.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead to the palm of his hand. Song Zhiyu was just about to feel how the heating effect of the movie theater was so good, when he heard a "boom" from the screen, and the two cars collided on the narrow mountain road. Song Zhiyu's The heart also tightened.

The invisible hand pierced through the flesh and grabbed Song Zhiyu's heart, and also strangled his neck by the way.

After that, the hand did not completely let go as expected, but tight, loose, tight, tight, tight...

The rhythm of breathing was completely disrupted!

"How come at this time?"

Song Zhiyu's heart has always been a broken thing, but although he has been in a state of passive sabotage in the past few years, he has never closed down.

Song Zhiyu wanted to unbutton the first two buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe smoothly, but he didn't expect the pain to have spread from his chest to his limbs. He only felt that his fingertips were numb and weak, and he could only turn back and forth on the buttons without any real action. progress.Sweat dripped on the eyelashes like rain, making Song Zhiyu's vision even more blurred.

He wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but felt that opening his mouth was a very strenuous task.

Why don't we just call it a day?

But dying in public is a very troublesome thing for others.

Then resist in the corner?The trembling elbow knocked over the crumbling Coke paper cup, and the brown liquid mixed with ice cubes landed on the ground, but due to the din of the movie, the crisp echo that should have been heard was not heard, and the icy cold water quickly soaked the feet, bringing Came the only feeling.

"Song Zhiyu!" Zhou Cheng's shout seemed near but far away.Song Zhiyu felt that a pair of trembling hands had unbuttoned for him the most difficult button on the top of his shirt that was strangling his breath.

"Medicine..." The voice from the throat was hoarse and frighteningly small.

Zhou Cheng carefully supported the back of Song Zhiyu's neck with his hands, letting him sit on the chair; at the same time, he was looking for the medicine in his pocket.

"Where! Where! Why can't I find it!" Zhou Cheng even cried.

If it was Song Zhiyu in normal times, he might have sarcastically said, "What are you crying about? It's not you who is going to die?" Even if he can say a word now, he will definitely sarcasm, even if it's just a whimper, just At the moment, he is probably already delirious, half of his consciousness is dissociated in reality, and half is in a mess of fantasies.

Zhou Cheng unzipped the zipper of his school uniform with his hands in vibration mode, and groped for the pockets of Song Zhiyu's dark green plaid shirt—from his left heart to his right crotch.As soon as he touched the cloth, he felt a cold and damp feeling. Zhou Cheng couldn't help thinking of some terrible things, but he didn't dare to think about them.

There is a sandwich in the liner on the right side of the school uniform.How could there be a mezzanine in the school uniform!Why is there a sandwich in the school uniform?

"Found it!" Zhou Cheng shouted.

The attack time was very short, the time to find medicine was also very short, and the recovery time was actually not too long, but it always felt very long.Zhou Cheng squatted beside Song Zhiyu, lost in thought.

Song Zhiyu was lying on the sofa chair, his head slightly raised, and his sweaty hair fell back naturally.From the forehead to the tip of the nose, the lower jaw to the Adam's apple and collarbone, Zhou Cheng looked at his profile in a daze.I want to wipe off the water sticking to his eyelashes, the sweat beads on the tip of his nose, and I want to smack off his collar, the slight redness on his slender neck...

"call--"

Freed from the closed space and irregular drumbeats, Song Zhiyu's intuition and strength recovered from his fingers little by little.When he had a little more energy, he turned his head and saw the concerned eyes around him, and the two girls in the back seat were the most eager.

Song Zhiyu immediately cast a complicated look at Zhou Cheng, thinking, "If I had known that I would have died peacefully on the seat, it would be better than being humiliated by being surrounded by people." Holding the seat with both hands, he was about to stand up and leave the place , but unexpectedly, his shoulders and legs were grabbed by Zhou Cheng, his feet were off the ground, and he lost his focus.

The whole person was dizzy for a while, and he was hugged by Zhou Chengheng.

"Put me down!" Song Zhiyu was taken aback by her own voice—husky and weak, as if she was desperately trying to prove that she was actually weak and just needed someone to hug her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the two girls in the back seat, their expressions turned from eager to crazy.Song Zhiyu's clever brain immediately began to imagine what these two people were thinking about.

"Hey, old Zhou, did you just see the eyes of the two girls behind you, can you give me a masculine... image..." Song Zhiyu was out of breath, very lacking confidence.

"Don't talk." Lao Zhou ignored him at all.

Song Zhiyu's head at eight o'clock thought of the forbidden version of the blue love of life and death, and he felt desperate. "Forget it, don't worry about this kind of person who you only see once in a lifetime." Song Zhiyu comforted himself, then tilted his neck, closed his eyes, and began to pretend to be dizzy.

Zhou Cheng ignored him, but quickened his pace.

"Master, go to the First Hospital."

"Don't go!" Song Zhiyu, who originally decided to play dead to the end, couldn't help but speak after being carried into a taxi by Zhou Cheng.

"Go!" Zhou Cheng looked extremely determined.

"Open the door, I'll get out of the car." Song Zhiyu didn't look Zhou Cheng in the eye, but opened the door calmly.

Zhou Cheng grabbed Song Zhiyu's wrist, only to realize that there was almost no flesh on his wrist, as if he could break it with a little force.He sighed and resigned.

"Then I'll take you home."

"No return."

"..."

Seeing that Zhou Cheng was already angry, Song Zhiyu's pale mouth raised an arc: "Old Zhou, is there anyone in your family?"

"No." Zhou Cheng had a sullen face, but he still answered honestly.

"Master, go to his house."

Zhou Cheng honestly reported his address.

Xu was tired, but Song Zhiyu looked groggy all the way, with a bad complexion, and didn't speak, just leaned on the back of the chair in a daze, as if he was sleeping, or maybe he was thinking about something.

Song Zhiyu should have gotten used to all kinds of embarrassing things in front of others.When I was a child, I ran 800 meters on the side of my body and lost consciousness in the middle. Afterwards, I was treated as a negative teaching material and was laughed at by teachers and classmates. When I was in class, I suddenly fell ill and was carried into an ambulance. After returning, I was grateful by my classmates because they escaped a current political situation. dictation...

Later, people grow up and learn to restrain their malice.Although people around you will pity you because of your weakness, but you are their burden after all.

But most importantly, such mercy was not what he needed.He wants to live alone in this world without relying on anyone, but no one in the world can do it, let alone him—a patient in the eyes of most people.

The scenery outside didn't seem to move, and the scenery outside seemed a little familiar, like a high-end residential area in front of Song Zhiyu's house.Song Zhiyu's home is one of the old apartments in the south of the city. It has nothing to do with historical and cultural buildings. It is just the staff dormitory left over from the steel factory that was built here before. However, the steel factory has long since been relocated, and there are few people living in it. factory worker.This dilapidated apartment is surrounded by countless antique pavilions. It is a piece of psoriasis that is difficult to eradicate in the south of the city, but it is also one of the few real ancient relics in this place with rich historical heritage.

Song's mother has been looking forward to when the house will be demolished. With the location of this house, she can share a lot of money, but seeing that the surrounding buildings have been demolished in sevens and eights, and the walls of the new house have begun to leak. However, no one cares about this piece of land all the time, as if it was forgotten, just like Song's mother was forgotten by Song's father who was building a building abroad.

What did she expect?Her name was not written on the real estate certificate.

What is Song Zhiyu looking forward to?This high-end neighborhood is not where he lives.

Master driver: "Here we are, give the money and get off."

"Huh?" Song Zhiyu was a little surprised. He always knew that Zhou Cheng lived very close to his family, but he didn't expect it to be so close.The tragic contrast between rich and poor for a moment made him at a loss as to what to do, and suddenly he felt a tightness around his waist, and Zhou Cheng wanted to hug him again.Song Zhiyu hurriedly preemptively jumped out of the car by himself.

"It's not too late to let you hug me when I'm paralyzed."

"Hurry up."

"Bah..." Song Zhiyu had to respond in a low voice under Zhou Cheng's serious eyes, but then he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Nowadays, young people in China don't believe this, why are you acting like my mother?"

Zhou Cheng still looked dignified, shook his head and said, "It's unlucky."

After swiping the card to enter the gate of the complex, the old man in the security room greeted Zhou Cheng enthusiastically: "Xiao Zhou is back!" Song Zhiyu couldn't help feeling in his heart: It really is a high-end community, not only must the card be swiped to enter and exit, the guard also Can remember the face of each resident and provide service with a smile.

The last time Song Zhiyu saw a living property was when he was in the top class of kindergarten.

The two swiped their cards again to enter the unit door, and walked to the elevator entrance. In the empty elevator, there was a warning sign with four large characters written on it: urgent repair.

Song Zhiyu asked Zhou Cheng vigilantly, "Which floor do you live on?"

"Eighteenth floor." Zhou Cheng looked distressed. On the one hand, he really hoped that Song Zhiyu would come, but on the other hand, he knew very well that this was simply impossible given Song Zhiyu's current physical condition.

"I'll carry you up."

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiyu's face turned red, partly because of shame, but more because of shame.If Zhou Cheng laughed at him at this time and said to him: "You call me daddy, I will carry you up!" His mood at this time would be better than it is now.But he just said it so seriously.

"Old Zhou, are you looking down on people? If you are a man, you can go up to a hundred floors!"

Zhou Cheng didn't know what Song Zhiyu was talking about, but no matter how low his EQ was, he could still read from Song Zhiyu's eyes that he couldn't refuse.