fish under ice

The Zhong family's house was unoccupied a few years ago, and only someone was hired to take care of it.Later, Zhong's father and Zhong's mother's business focus was transferred back to China, and at the same time, they were also preparing to take care of themselves, so the house was well renovated.

When Shi Yi came here for the first time, he didn't dare to look around, but Ren Zhongjun led him into the house.

A tall man walked down the stairs, his temples were slightly graying, but his hair was still thick, combed carefully and meticulously.Holding a teacup in his hand, he looked down at the two of them and said flatly, "Here we come."

Shi Yi followed Zhong Jun and called Dad.

"Juntong, come up. I have something to tell you."

Zhong Juntong glanced sideways at Shi Yi, squeezed the back of his hand to comfort him, and went upstairs.

Shi Yi stood there for a while, then walked to the door of the kitchen, and asked softly, "Mom, do you want me to help?"

Song Yuanrong said through the door, "Come in." Shi Yi pushed the door open and went.

Shi Yi was washing cherries when he heard Song Yuanrong ask, "Juntong seems to be a little fatter?"

Shi Yi was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said, "Maybe I made him too much supper. I'm worried that he's hungry."

Song Yuanrong brushed her curly hair with her hand, and said calmly: "I never thought that Juntong would marry a man, let alone the son of the Zhong family. He said it was because your father asked him to, do you believe it?" ?”

Shi Yi bit his lip.Pale lips turned blood-red, like a small wild fruit that has suddenly ripened.He was about to speak when he heard Song Yuanrong say: "Hey, but if it wasn't for your father's deathbed instructions, Juntong wouldn't have any reason to marry you?"

Shi Yi's heart skipped a beat, his face lost all color, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak a whole sentence.He couldn't refute it at all.Because it is.

Shi Yi smiled lightly, his face was soft, with a kind of obedience and gentleness that is rarely seen in men, "Juntong is very responsible and kind, it should be because of this reason."

Song Yuanrong felt relieved when he heard him praise his son, and said, "Shi Yi, you are a good boy. You can't be the responsibility of Juntong for the rest of your life, can you? After all, this is just a verbal promise to the deceased elder."

Shi Yi turned his head to look at Song Yuanrong in surprise, his eyes turned red with anger, and finally he could only say weakly, "I listen to Juntong."

At dinner time, Zhong Juntong's uncle and cousin also came.

Without saying a word, Zhong Jun put shrimp and scallop vermicelli into Shi Yi's bowl, "Eat."

Watching this scene, my cousin laughed mockingly and said, "Juntong is quite a precious man. Brother and sister, take good care of Juntong."

Before Shi Yi could react, Zhong Jun threw the same chopsticks directly in front of his cousin, and the clatter of the thunder made the plate overturned, and the soup and water spilled on half of the table.

"Eat when you eat, and get out if you don't eat."

Father Zhong looked worried.He asked his eldest brother and nephew to come, with the intention of easing their relationship with Juntong, and handing over the agency rights in the southeast to them.

Well now, self-defeating.

The uncle's face was livid: "Juntong! What are you doing! He is your brother! You are brothers!"

Zhong Juntong had already sat back, looking stern and unhuman, looking straight at his cousin.

"You've been in prison once, don't you have a long memory?"

The meal ended badly.

Zhong Juntong said directly to his father: "Dad, you should take care of your retirement, don't take care of yourself."

Father Zhong's face was dull, and he whispered: "You brat, scare me."

"If Dad feels that he is old and strong, I can step down immediately. I haven't had a vacation for a long time."

Father Zhong immediately shook his head: "Don't!"

He has taken care of his old age well, what is this called?

Song Yuanrong was relieved to see the two demon relatives leave, and turned around to beg the young couple to stay.

Zhong Juntong didn't speak, and held Shi Yi's hand under the dining table, his soft and white fingers were wrapped in his palm, with a slight coolness that didn't freeze people.

Shi Yi looked up at him, and whispered, "It's snowing, the mountain road may be difficult to drive."

"Then stay overnight."

Zhong Jun and Shi Yi went back to the room.

This is Zhong Juntong's room when he was a boy, and the furnishings have not changed at all.A double bed, gray checked bedding, a row of white log wardrobes against the wall, and a carpet with a simple pearl gray pattern.

His tennis bag and a blue down jacket were still hanging on the hanger.

It seemed that young Zhong Juntong was still living in this room and had just returned home.

Shi Yi swallowed hard, it was hard to breathe in this room.

Young Zhong Juntong.He fell in love with Zhong Juntong at first.

He began to get timid near love, not daring to move or touch, and the hand he stretched out impulsively was taken back.

Zhong Juntong sat on the bed with his ankles crossed, he irregularly circled the ankles of Shi Yi who was standing, and shackled him to the ground.

So fine.

Everything about Shi Yi is slender and exquisite, the eyebrows and eyes are curved, shoulders, wrists, waist and hips, legs and ankles.

There is only one place where he is slightly plump.

Thinking of this, Zhong Juntong stretched out his hand to pull Shi Yi who was stupefied, and Shi Yi fell down on his lap.

Shi Yi's eyelashes trembled in a panic, his pale lips wriggled pitifully, but his face flushed cutely, helpless and obedient.

Warm hands got in from the hem of his sweater, stroked slowly and tortured, and then extended down.

"Juntong... no..." Shi Yi begged in a low voice.

Intermittent footsteps and human voices sounded in the corridor.Suddenly far and suddenly near, I can't hear clearly, and it seems that I am going to rush in the next moment.

Zhong Juntong let go of him, touched the back of his hand again, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shi Yi began to walk around the room and look around.He is most interested in Zhong Juntong's bookcase.On the upper row were high school reference books and notebooks, on one row were history and military books, and on the other row were literary biographies and essays.

With his fingers groping the cold spine of the book, he thought to himself that Juntong also read Shen Congwen and Mishima Yukio.He carefully pulled out the book, opened it, and found that Juntong still had the habit of taking notes while reading.

He saw the black pen and the blue pen scratched twice under several paragraphs of text, so he must really like it.

Next to one of the lines was written a line of small characters-beautiful, usable.

Shi Yi laughed softly.

He flipped through a few more pages, rubbing the corners of the paper tenderly with his fingers, as if touching the fingertips of the young Zhong Juntong.

Over the long years, reading a book I liked in my childhood with my lover is simply a coral-colored dream.

His sweet and secret little thought is like a bee staying on a flower, paused and silent because of gathering nectar and memory, its small wings folded and fluttering carefully.

He turned a few more pages, but the pages were stuck, and he found a letter inside, a dogwood powdered envelope, with a heart-shaped wax on the seal.

This is a love letter?

Did Jun Tong write it, or did he receive it?

No matter which one it is, it is always cherished and precious after being stuck in the book for so many years.

Shi Yi felt that the letter in his hand was hot.

He wished he hadn't opened the book, why did he want to see a secret love affair that Juntong hid?

He said that he has never been in love, but wouldn't he like someone?Because you are busy studying, you can only bury the feelings of a teenager in your heart?

Shi Yi was not resentful at this moment, he began to sympathize with Zhong Juntong who chose to remain silent.

At some unknown time, he had loved someone silently.

This feeling is like a clock tower in thick fog. When the fog comes, it is a love nest built in the brain. When the fog clears, it is a cold and meticulous clock tower that tells the time.

"what are you doing?"

Shi Yi was startled, holding the letter in his hand, neither hiding it nor throwing it away, just holding it in his hand in a daze.

Zhong Juntong, who was wrapped in a bathrobe, naturally saw the letter in his hand, and his face darkened instantly. He walked up to him quickly, snatched it roughly, and asked anxiously, "Have you opened it?"

Shi Yi desperately shook his head: "I didn't watch it!"

Zhong Juntong turned his head away, glanced at the pearl-gray carpet, then turned his gaze back to Shi Yi, and said inexplicably, "That's good."

Shi Yi stuffed the book back into the bookcase, and hurriedly turned around: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The bathroom door was closed.

Shi Yi saw his pale face and red eyes in the mirror facing the door.

Wronged and unwilling.

Jun Tong attacked him.

Shi Yi didn't know what to do.He used to be bullied all the time, he learned to be smart, kept his head down and became a small boy, and endured for a while.Then do you want to do the same to Juntong now?

"Shi Yi."

Zhong Juntong is knocking on the door.

Shi Yi panicked, patted his stiff face lightly, and replied, "What's wrong?"

"I just had a bad tone."

Shi Yi said in a low voice: "No, don't think too much about it. And... I really didn't take it apart to see."

"You...you can watch it if you want."

Shi Yi refused out of survival instinct: "No! I don't want to watch it."

He didn't want to know the story of the young Juntong and another boy at all, not at all.

Shi Yi was surprised to find that he had begun to have a terrific desire for monopoly on Zhong Juntong.

Not only the current Zhong Juntong, but also the past Zhong Juntong.

This is not good and can make people feel strong, brutal, and controlling.Juntong will feel very uncomfortable.

Shi Yi's chest rose and fell violently because of his panting, and he calmed down his out-of-control emotions, and then said softly, "No need, Juntong."

The conversation with Song Yuanrong came to his mind like a ghost.

The kind-hearted Zhong Juntong married him kindly, all because of kindness promises.

Please, let me pretend I don't know anything.

I can be deaf and blind, I can be a happy fool who knows nothing.

Just don't deprive me of the joy of talking to myself.