I'm still doing fine

There are a total of five temples on Yangling Mountain, hidden at different elevations. The flow of people is like waves hitting the beach. It is bustling at the foot of the mountain. The incense can dye half of the night sky red, but there are few people on the top of the jagged mountain, like sporadic drops of water. Occasionally splashing, the incense is lonely, only a few clear smoke is curling up.

"Above...is there anything else up there?" Tang Xiaozheng and Chen Chen should have been able to climb to the top with brisk steps without the burdens of old people and children. After wearing out the novelty early, he pushed and pushed among the crowd for most of the night. He was obviously tired, so he stopped and grabbed Tang Xiaozheng's cuff, and pleaded from the bottom of a step, "If it's all the same, let's not go." OK, okay?"

"Not good." Tang Xiaozheng turned around, gave way to the pedestrians following him, and patted Chen Chen's face with a smile, "I can't walk this far? Hold on, it's all here."

"Learn how I speak..." Chen Chen gasped for breath while supporting his knees, pulled the scarf away a bit, and showed a wry smile with his mouth puckered, and then broke the pot and continued to walk forward reluctantly, "Walk 5 more minutes, at most 5 minutes..."

"Come slowly, walk at your own pace, don't chase the person in front." Tang Xiaozheng caught up, ignoring the muttering like chanting sutras, only slowing down Chen Chen's pace, teaching him how to adjust his breathing, he gently Slapping Chen Chen on the back, it is obvious that he can handle this intensity with ease.

It didn't take long to look around, and they became isolated red dots moving slowly on the mountain road with no village or shop behind.

The vigilance began to decrease, and the ears gradually became quiet. After Chen Chen was tired and lost his voice, Tang Xiaozheng went out of his usual way and walked side by side with Chen Chen, pointing his finger at the shadowy mountain high in the distance, "Do you recognize it?"

"What?" Chen Chen looked up and saw a mountain peak under the night that he was used to seeing along the way.

Tang Xiaozheng smiled and said nothing, and when he passed by a nearby policeman on duty, and the next duty station was still far away, he suddenly reached out and turned off the colored lights of the two people's headbands, and turned away from the plan The road, stepping into the dense hillside bushes.

It was a green forest with no road at all, and there were too many people walking, stepping out of a very narrow bare land, like the soft distribution line between the girls' blue hair.

The road is not far away, and the journey is not long. After crossing the creeping hills and breaking through the layers of branches that block the moonlight and the sky, Chen Chen's eyes suddenly opened up.

Tang Xiaozheng turned around and stretched out his hand towards him, as if he was wearing a sky filled with stars, and he was carrying a winding mountain stream.

"Do you recognize it?" Tang Xiaozheng asked again when the two of them stood firmly on the ingenious viewing platform, and as expected, he saw Chen Chen shaking his head in a daze, so he gave another reminder, pointing to the opposite side of the valley, a piece of Neat terraces, "That's the Martyrs Cemetery."

Chen Chen stared there for a long time, slowly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly realized, "This is... the place where I visited the grave that year!"

"Hush..." Tang Xiaozheng's index finger blocked Chen Chen's overflowing cry, and soon after slightly bending his eyes, he softly said, "You remembered."

Through the creeping arc of the peaks, he seemed to see a bright day many years ago.

At that time, Chen Chen and Tang Xiaozheng were both primary school students who were not as tall as the girls in the same class. One was holding a delicate and beautiful little daisy that Shang Qing had made out of white juan, and the other was holding a crude so-called white flower that he had made out of toilet paper. In the grave-sweeping team, standing under the huge stele of "revolutionary martyrs are immortal", climbed up the long steps one by one, and threw the white flowers in their hands at the foot of the stele surrounded by wreaths.

At that time, the children didn't quite understand the difference between patriotic education and spring outing. During the short break after the morning schedule, they gathered in piles and groups around various tombstones engraved with achievements and lives, and each shared a lesson. Snacks and lunch.

Lovely soft bread, buckets of rolling jelly, or half a bag of potato chips filled with air... pass it between a pair of hands.

The heroic souls of the martyrs live in the ground, looking at the mountains and rivers laid down by blood, it is probably very gratifying for the descendants to finally live and work in peace and contentment without worrying about food and clothing, but in the prosperous age of He Qinghaiyan, people are still a little different.

At that time, Tang Xiaozheng was wandering outside with his bag containing only white steamed buns and a small bag of mustard, not belonging to any group.

Unlike many of his classmates, Tang Xiaozheng's frugality did not come from his family's poverty or his mother's strict constraints, but from the fear that Zhang Jishu would not be able to wake up for a few days before allocating a sum of living expenses for him to spend.

So taking into account the self-esteem and the concept of face that will be bred, he ignored all solicitations and invitations, and planned to find a corner where no one was around, and quietly settle his lunch.

So everyone gave up the invitation again. After all, this person never drinks milk tea with them at the school gate for [-] yuan a cup, buys a stack of hero cards for [-] cents, or goes out to spend the weekend together. The boy who has a bus card and goes home from school on time is just a strange classmate who has good grades and is loved by the teacher, so he won't be bullied by the mischievous boys.

Of course, among these people, there is no Chen Chen who never knows how to look at people's faces.

When Tang Xiaozheng strode ahead, he didn't have to turn his head to hear the crisp sound of the iron spoon hitting the lid of the lunch box, which made him even more irritable, and out of inexplicable anger, his pace became faster and faster.

The two of them didn't notice that they had already stepped out of the range of activities stipulated by the teacher while they were catching up.

Chen Chen no longer remembered how far the two of them had gone. He only remembered that when Tang Xiaozheng stopped to chase him away, he was standing on the edge of this hidden viewing platform, panting heavily and looking dazed.

"Why do you want me to go away?" Little Chen Chen sat down on the ground, pulled off the red scarf that had just been tied not long ago, panting like a puppy, "Where else are we going, why don't we just eat here."

"...I have no money." In fact, Tang Xiaozheng never had any money when he was a child, but even in front of Chen Chen, it was the first time he uttered these three words from his own mouth. He wanted to say so I I don't have anything to exchange with you, so don't bother me, can you go to eat by yourself, but he remembered that Chen Chen was crying so much, so he took the words back.

"I know, but I'm not here to ask for money." Chen Chen didn't understand the meaning behind his words, and opened his lunch box. The cauliflower flowers carefully prepared by Shang Qing were spread on the white rice. With a grinning face, he picked it up and handed it to Tang Xiaozheng like offering a treasure, "Look, there is no cauliflower today, and there are a lot of small sausages. Mom said it was for the two of us to eat."

"I also gave me two spoons, two pairs of chopsticks, and two boxes of milk." Tang Xiaozheng probably couldn't see his expression, and he also forgot what he wanted to say. He only heard Chen Chen's tone suddenly become flustered. With a crying voice that was about to cry, "Hey? Why do you only have one pair of chopsticks left? Didn't I lose them again... What should I do?"

"Don't cry! What a big deal." Tang Xiaozheng's stubbornness disappeared, and he sat down beside Chen Chen, opened his pocket and took out his own, "I'll take this pair home for you, don't say anything, Your mother won't know."

So the lunch box is half for each person, the steamed bun is half for each person, and the small bag of pickled mustard is half for each person. Two children in blue and white school uniforms sat on the ground. In the rare Qingming Mountains where there is no rain, they couldn't finish everything. In the end, they were all confiscated by Tang Xiao. Put it in your pocket, take it home and make a living, and it will become a later dinner.

Then the whistle sounded faintly, and the two hurried back. Chen Chen was clutching the red scarf he swore to be fastened by the teacher earlier, worried that he would be taken back after making a mistake, and at the same time vowed to turn around and talk to Tang Xiao. Zheng confessed, as if chanting some kind of wonderful spell, "It is said that the steamed bun accidentally rolled over, we just picked up the steamed bun so we ran a little farther, the teacher will not punish us, and my red scarf is fine, no Will or will not..."

Facts have proved that Chen Chen did not lie since he was a child, and he was always worrying too much. The steamed buns would not roll from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and the teacher did not value the red scarf as much as he did. After some criticism and education, the journey of Qingming began again .

Later, Chen Chen went home with chopsticks and spoons. At that time, his undeveloped IQ was not enough to make him react. Even if he didn't say anything, one of the two pairs of stainless steel chopsticks suddenly became wooden. Green eyes, but the fashionable green didn't say anything, just smiled and pretended not to see the difference.

"Why do you still remember this place?" Tang Xiaozheng chuckled, pulling back Chen Chen's thoughts that had drifted far away, and he came back to his senses, "Come here often to climb mountains?"

"No." Tang Xiaozheng shook his head, with the corner of his mouth raised, "It's just a good memory."

"Alas... the scenery here is unique, I remember that too." Chen Chen wrinkled his nose as he watched him, then secretly changed his foot and continued to stand.

What Tang Xiaozheng didn't say was that he remembered this place not because of the scenery, but because of the people. Maybe there was nothing special about it, maybe it was just some silly jokes. As long as it was related to Chen Chen, he would remember it for many years.

For many years... He looked sideways at Chen Chen, saw him constantly changing his standing posture, and suddenly felt a little tired.

He found out that both of them were growing up and changing. Chen Chen was no longer that heartless and freewheeling child who was afraid that his new clothes would get dusty, so even though his tired legs hurt, he still endured the fight. .

And I am no longer that simple child who is obstinate and superficial, and starts to worry about the unwarranted future, restraining all the surging desires to get close.

so tired...

Clothes and dust can be cleaned as long as they are washed, so the consequences of indulging one's mind to get close are not so irreversible?

This person named Tang Xiaozheng, the only life that will never return, who is he compromising with, and who is he working for?

For a long time, for a long time, until the fire-like smoke and dust under the feet melted into a distant light ash, and there was a call to myself in my ears.

"Chen Chen."

"Ok?"

Chen Chen turned his head, his pupils reflected the shadow that was approaching under the moonlight, and his lips touched a somewhat barbaric moist softness.

The world turns upside down and spins in the eyes.

Messy memories in Chen Chen's mind, stir-fried rice cakes, squirrel mandarin fish, braised prawns, fried vegetarian meatballs...

He was sure he hadn't been drinking, and he was indeed a little overwhelmed.

With a trembling heartbeat and staggering footsteps, Chen Chen put his arms around Tang Xiaozheng's neck, exploring the intimacy between the two in the dark.

In the early morning, Chen Chen followed Tang Xiaozheng back to his unoccupied home. Before going upstairs, he saw this man run into the only convenience store with lights on, and walked out after a while, putting his empty hands in his pockets.

"What... did you buy?" With a strange premonition, Chen Chen took a step across and pulled half an arm away.

"These." Tang Xiaozheng opened his pocket at him, and under the street lamp, he revealed a small bottle of transparent jelly and a small box of rubber dairy products with eye-catching trademarks.

"Oh...oh." Swallowing, Chen Chen looked away, feeling a little intermittently suffocated while his heart beat, "I see clearly, you put it away."

The rest was silent for a long time, Tang Xiaozheng opened the door with the spare key left by Chen Chen, turned around, locked the lock, and turned on the light.

"Buy whatever you want." He turned around, took off his coat and hung it by the door, patted Chen Chen on the shoulder, "Keep it as a spare, don't be nervous."

"My bedroom was tidied up this morning - yesterday morning, you go to sleep in my room." He walked out two steps, then turned back, "I sleep in my mother's room."

"Ah?" Chen Chen, who was somewhat inexplicably restrained, came back to his senses after hearing this sentence, "Why? Aren't you crowded in your room every time? What are you doing?"

"Not today." Tang Xiaozheng stopped, thought for a while, then suddenly approached and took off Chen Chen's coat, "I might not be able to bear it."

He just took off Chen Chen's coat, dusted it and hung it by the door, "Go and wash, your set of things is in the old place."

"Why are you going?" Chen Chen grasped the corner of his clothes this time with quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Sleep." Tang Xiaozheng seemed to be the familiar person again, and smiled, "Why don't we stare at you? Go ahead, I'll use the bathroom after you clean up."

"...I don't." For a long time, Chen Chen pursed his lips, and suddenly asked his teacher, "Why are you like this?"

"You didn't ask me, you bought those things, and you didn't ask me, and you just did something to sit around, but you are Liu Xiahui, you have the wind

What about me? "He clenched his hands tightly, his fingertips were pinched and turned colorless, "I, I didn't say I didn't want to, then I'm going to ask you to sleep with me, isn't it a bit like Pan Jinlian..."

Chen Chen stood on tiptoe and kissed Tang Xiaozheng's cheek, the lingering sound of those words turned into hot and humid water vapor, rubbing the pinnae of his ear and getting into his mind, itching deeply, "I'm just a little afraid of pain, please be gentle. "

In a certain gap between the mountains and the sea, the morning sun is lazily rising, and the sky is dimly gray, and it is almost bright.

Tang Xiaozheng draws the curtains, and the room is full of darkness, pressed into a blurred sigh.

"...Happy New Year..." When the light-colored curtains could no longer cover the sky, someone murmured in a low breath.

Tang Xiaozheng tucked the quilt up for him, smiled, and knew that no matter how he defended the matter of being together, it was no longer a way of trying to escape and perfunctory him.