Don't run after school

That night Cheng Jin had a dream, dreaming that he accompanied Zhou Baoshan to participate in a painting competition when he was a child.

He was ten years old at that time, Zhou Baoshan was nine and a half years old.

The Chinese painting competition invited a lot of teachers from the city, and Zhou Boshan was very familiar with their faces, they were those teachers who often went to the Children's Palace as judges on weekends.

Cheng Jin accompanied him in a long, long line. On a hot summer afternoon, they sat on the steps eating popsicles, wearing shorts of the same color, and their legs were longer than theirs.

Not long after, Zhou Bo went in happily, and gave Cheng Jin a high-five before leaving.

Unexpectedly, when he came out, he was dejected, his little head drooped, his brows were frowning, and his soft hair was limply attached to the roots of his ears.

Cheng Jin walked over to pat him on the back, but he shook it off without saying a word, then raised the back of his hand and began to wipe his tears.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jin asked.

Zhou Boshan replied with a twitch of his shoulders, "They said that I don't have the talent to draw at all, and I can't draw well."

Zhou Baoshan picked between her fingers that were stained black with ink, and sadly squatted down and hugged her knees, "But I really like drawing."

Cheng Jin knew that he liked painting very much.

So he drew stickman doodles all over his sketchbook, and he filled in all the blank spaces in textbooks. His imagination was unconstrained, and he had drawn eight-legged tigers, mouthless crocodiles, and others. Lizard with wings.

Cheng Jin squatted down with him, hugged his shoulder from behind and said: "But I think you are great, don't give up, okay, in the future, you will definitely draw very well, just like your father .”

Zhou Baoshan looked at him with red eyes, "Really?"

I don't know why, as long as he dreams of Zhou Baoshan, he must be at a very young age, with soft, white and clear hair, eyes narrowed into crescents when he smiles, and a small dimple at the corner of his mouth.

As long as he cries, Cheng Jin is willing to give him candies of all colors in his hand, just to make him happy.

After waking up from a hangover, Cheng Jin found himself lying on the sofa in the living room with no pants on.

He was so thirsty, he didn't even bother to put on his pants, so he went directly to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp, just as Zhou Baoshan came down from the stairs.

"Go take a shower." Zhou Baoshan pouted at him, "Do you want soy milk or coffee in the morning?"

"Soy milk."

"It's ready in the soymilk machine, pour it yourself."

When Cheng Jin walked to the soybean milk machine, he already had a premonition in his heart, but when he actually saw it, it was not the case.

As soon as Zhou Baoshan left, a man in a brown silk shirt appeared on the chair. The man sat elegantly at the table, holding a white porcelain cup, and was looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Brother, I've been looking for you for a long time, so you are here." Soymilk, a sunny boy in sportswear, sat on the armrest of the sofa and looked at the man with a smile.

"Can you stay away from me, I don't want to see you now. Go away." The man's brows were slightly sullen.

"Brother, you turned your face and turned your back on people too quickly. Last night you..." Before Soy Milk could finish speaking, the coffee grabbed hold of his collar.

"I'm warning you to be careful. We are brothers. What happened yesterday was just an accident! Accident! Do you understand?" Coffee's ten fingers gradually tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged, showing his anger .

Cheng Jin was so frightened that the cup in his hand almost fell to the ground, "Damn..."

Soymilk smiled instead of anger, he lightly opened the coffee, and said in a very frivolous tone: "What's the matter, brother, you are so happy that you are about to cry out. Others say that you often have a bitter face. , it doesn’t look very tasty, but I find it surprisingly sweet.”

"Get lost!" A blush appeared on Coffee's furious face.

The coffee cup on the table of "Pata" was suddenly knocked down by Zhou Boshan's cat, and turned over on the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I don't agree with this marriage." Cheng Jin shook his head, wiped the soy milk juice from the corner of his mouth with a paper towel, and when he saw the milky white liquid left on the paper, he paused, thinking that he could imagine a The picture of "last night" in the mouth of the whole "coffee".

"Go to Xingbei's house to see him later." Zhou Baoshan suggested, "I don't know what's wrong with this guy. Steam hasn't been online for several days."

"Okay." Cheng Jin said, "Do you need to buy a wreath or a flower basket?"

"Buy fart flower baskets, go to the fruit stand and weigh two catties of oranges." Zhou Baoshan said.

"Okay, I'll change my pants after I take a shower."

Zhou Boshan glanced at him, "You were like a hooligan last night, no one can stop you when you get home, you have to take off your pants when you sit on the sofa."

"Maybe it's too hot, me, idiot." He read the last word very emphatically, Cheng Jin pointed to himself.

"Then you need to take a cold shower to wake up." Although Zhou Boshan said so, what he was thinking about was the mermaid line that Cheng Jin showed last night and his frivolous movements.

Having known each other for so many years, Cheng Jin is closer to him than his family.

It is the third possibility above friendship and love, an indispensable companion in life.

That is, recently, he found that the way he looked at Cheng Jin seemed to have changed a little bit, and he couldn't say what the specific change was.

Boys have grown up.

His body seems to have experienced an earthquake, and his undulating chest changed from plains to hills and then to coastlines, winding into invisible mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas. The young man’s eyes also have mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, as well as deserts and winds. These rivers and seas are choppy. Rivers and seas, deserts with heavy rain and unrestrained winds.

Zhou Baoshan drank up the rest of his soy milk, and heard the upstairs bathroom door being closed with a bang.

Cheng Jin came out of the bathroom, his upper body was still naked, he stood upstairs and looked at Zhou Baoshan and said, "I have to go home."

"Where? Imperial Capital?" Zhou Baoshan saw that his eyes were not right, so she was a little curious, "What's the matter?"

According to his character, he should be beaten to death and never go home, so why did he want to go back all of a sudden.

"My family sent me a message just now, saying that my grandfather is dying soon." Cheng Jin's voice lowered, and his voice was blunt, like hot sand in his mouth.

"Then hurry up and book a ticket to go back." Zhou Baoshan turned on the phone and looked at it, "The latest time seems to be around six o'clock in the afternoon."

"I'll take the high-speed train back." Cheng Jin turned around and put on Zhou Baoshan's T-shirt hanging on the balcony, his movements were neat and quick.

"Have you bought the ticket? I'll see you off." Zhou Baoshan put the phone in his pocket, turned around and went to push the little sheep parked in the yard.

"Are you in time for this car?" Cheng Jin asked.

"how long?"

"About an hour."

"The station is not far away, there is enough time." Zhou Baoshan said, "Have you brought your ID card?"

"Bring it."

"Is that enough money?"

"That's enough." Cheng Jin had no cash, and basically gave Xing Bei all the cash he could get.

Zhou Baoshan fumbled in his pocket, the wallet was still there, "I'll take you to the station to get some later."

Cheng Jin didn't refuse either, the two of them had lived together for so long, they had long been inseparable from each other.

When he was going to withdraw the money, Cheng Jin was standing at the entrance of the station smoking a cigarette. He looked down and found the glass display column with photos of foreign presidents next to him.

Thinking of it, this is the place where I reunited with Zhou Baoshan.

The summer has not yet passed, and they will bid farewell here again.

For the train at 10:30, you have to go to check the ticket at ten o'clock.

Zhou Baoshan gave Cheng Jin the money, and sent him to the security checkpoint where he could no longer enter.

With his back turned, Cheng Jin waved at him, walked two steps away, turned around, lowered his head and said to Zhou Baoshan, "Hold one."

Zhou Baoshan held him in his arms, pressed the back of his head, patted him lightly twice, and whispered in his ear: "Don't be too sad, go early and come back early, I'll wait for you."

The voice was soft and lazy.

Cheng Jin felt as sad as if a torrential flood suddenly hit him, so he couldn't help asking, "Can you go with me?"

Zhou Baoshan froze for a moment, "No, I don't feel relieved that my brother and sister are alone at home."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Baoshan untied the cinnabar Buddha that had been worn for many years around his neck, and tied it around Cheng Jin's neck in silence.

The pendant carries body temperature and a faint woody fragrance.

Cheng Jin said, "Then I'm leaving?"

Zhou Baoshan pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand in her pocket, and gently stroked his hair.

"Bye-Bye."