Xia Chang

Liu Xiaobai didn't blame Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian was suffering from a faint headache after being drunk. He turned around in a daze on the floor of the hotel bathroom. When he turned his head again, he saw the dry towel hanging on the metal bar was about to fall off.

Liu Xiaobai was still calling him outside, and asked loudly, "Do you want to order a takeaway?"

"unnecessary."

"Are you still dizzy?"

Zhang Nian was about to stare, his eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of thick black smoke, he frowned and leaned against the wall, vowing for a moment that he would never drink again.

Liu Xiaobai lost his voice outside.

"Dizzy." Zhang Nian put the towel on his shoulders, and then he rubbed his head; he could hear his heartbeat in the impatience and discomfort.

The warm yellow halo of the bathroom enveloped him, as if he had entered the realm governed by the sun. Zhang Nian reached out and turned on the shower. At this moment, he seemed to be a useless person who was unwell and therefore hopeless; the warm water poured water on him. It is transparent, and it is astringent in the eyes, as if you have gone to the Gobi and want to see the sandy wind.

The water is the undissipated sweat after the heat.

Liu Xiaobai sat on the bed, and Liu Xiaobai lay on the bed; he raised one foot, then lightly switched the other foot, and then his body fell lightly into the bed, like a piece of soft feathers stationed on the beach.

He has slender limbs, hands and feet, a youthful thinness, and translucent white skin. He has a face with exquisite bones, with sharp edges and corners on the side. s eyes.

Falling asleep, like floating on the sea, blowing a lukewarm wind.

Liu Xiaobai was woken up by Zhang Nian's gentle shaking. He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Nian looking at him with his dripping hair in a dark circle of light in front of him.

The water drops fell, covering Liu Xiaobai's forehead between his brows. He broke down and screamed, frowning and saying, "My face is full of water."

"Come on, wipe it for you, wipe it for you." Zhang Nian suddenly laughed, and almost walked out of the shadow of hangover. Taking a bath to get rid of most of the boredom, he joked and wiped Liu Xiaobai's face with the towel on his hand. Face.

Liu Xiaobai hit him with his fist.

The short-sleeved school uniform, hotel bathrobe, towel, and quilt were mixed together, Zhang Nian curled up like a snail, he fell into the middle of the bed, lay down next to Liu Xiaobai, then turned to ask him sullenly: "What do you eat? "

"Pork belly bibimbap, kimchi soup, and fried chicken...I'm hungry."

Liu Xiaobai is lively, motivated and self-disciplined, but he doesn't seem to hold grudges too much. He turned over, opened his eyes brightly, then lay down on his stomach, and leaned over to look at Zhang Nian's mobile phone screen that was parked on the ordering page.

The air conditioner was very cold, Zhang Nian took a deep breath, and then coughed lightly.

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But after all, there was no complete meal. The first moment Liu Xiaobai stood in front of the noodle shop cashier, he wanted to escape.

Wang Yanwen was wearing a short-sleeved apron, and was tidying up bundles of unwrinkled banknotes. Her hair had been permed and dyed, but now it was dry and discolored, and tied into a yellow strand at the back of her head.

The fine lines around her eyes were hard to ignore.

"Mom... How is my grandma?" Liu Xiaobai's voice seemed to be hanging on the root of his teeth, and he could smell the mixture of soup, steam, sauce and human smoke in the air. The noodle shop was neither big nor small and clean , profitable for many years.

Wang Yanwen's short sleeves are from Liu Xiaobai in junior high school. She is not tall so she wears them just right. Her cheeks are thin and her narrow back and waist have slightly bulging fat.

The white light dazzled his eyes, Liu Xiaobai sat on the empty table beside him, poured the lemonade in the glass jug, he drank three sips, and poured another half glass.

It was oversoaked, so it was too sour.

Liu Xiaobai came back on foot from the bus stop 300 meters away. He gasped for breath and couldn't say anything else for a while; sweat hung on his black hair, and it fell like rain.

Wang Yanwen said: "I'm so unlucky, what can I do? I saved some money and donated it to the hospital, but the disease still needs to be treated, right? Go and see your grandma."

"What's wrong with her? Is it serious?"

"I have a bad heart."

"She usually cooks and carries things, so no one of you cares about her. She never gets sick," Liu Xiaobai cherished too much intimacy and love for his grandma, suddenly he was like a frightened deer, his black eyes widened, She wrinkled her nose, couldn't hold it back, and cried, saying, "She is sick from overwork.

Wang Yanwen looked at Liu Xiaobai, who threw the last wad of money on the cash register.

"Hey, you are really ignorant... Is your mother tired? Your mother is going to be exhausted, but is the money earned? Who cares about your mother. I have prepared all the money here, and I will give it to the old man. My wife is sick, do I owe her or you?"

The diners in the store turned their heads, and the white lights illuminated their blank eyes.

Wang Yanwen suddenly became so angry that her cheeks flushed, but in the store, she still maintained a stiff smile. She went inside, found a strong plastic bag, put all the money in it, and put it in the cabinet of the cash register inside.

"Your father is coming back to get the money soon, you go and change him." She blinked vigorously, and suddenly reached out to straighten Liu Xiaobai's raised collar.

Her eye sockets turned red, and she gritted her teeth as if she was swallowing something hard when she spoke.

Liu Xiaobai didn't put down his schoolbag either, he and Zhang Nian had a third of the lunch, he was always being a lively person, intending to warm others up.

Actually try to warm yourself up.

Liu Xiaobai could not empathize with someone like Zhang Qi, like enduring a thunderstorm from a place with gentle wind and light rain; Liu Xiaobai could afford food and clothing, but he was a little embarrassed about the cost of clothing. He was familiar with the intimate family of three, but in fact Both parents are constantly busy complaining.

Liu Xiaobai knows that "not enough money" breeds 70.00% of his life's misery.

In a prestigious school, Liu Xiaobai did not escape the surging vanity of adolescence. Even though he was always more economical and confident than anyone else, he knew that money should not be the first priority. He had the hobby of drawing comics to escape the world. Parents are like babies.

Liu Yi was naturally thin, and he was dressed cleanly, unlike a cook who was busy cooking noodles in front of the stove all year round. Today, the first sentence to Liu Xiaobai was: "Have you eaten?"

Liu Xiaobai's heart was hanging, he pretended to smile easily, and replied: "Eat."

"Come in and see your grandma."

The corridor was very quiet, there were occasional echoing words, Liu Xiaobai walked forward, his footsteps weighed hundreds of catties, he suddenly felt a little timid, he didn't want to see grandma anymore.

Yang Lanfang was a little fat, with gray hair. She was lying on the pale pink quilt in the hospital and fell asleep.

The scene was not as desperate and cruel as Liu Xiaobai imagined. Standing beside the hospital bed, he was suddenly at a loss.

On the next bed was a thin woman accompanied by her husband. They were drinking soup from a large bowl supported by a small table.

"No life is in danger for the time being. Don't worry about it. Study hard. Just leave it to mom and dad." Liu Yi took bottled water for Liu Xiaobai and stuffed it.

The couple next door made a "sucking" sound while drinking soup.

Liu Xiaobai's fingers were fair and slender. He stroked Yang Lanfang's slightly swollen wrist, and suddenly said, "Go back, get the money, I'll accompany her first."

Sunlight poured in through the glass windows, and covered the ground with sparkles. It was the freshness after the rain, and it was also a preview of the approaching summer; Liu Xiaobai sat on a low stool beside the hospital bed, he took a deep breath, and then I can't breathe out.

It only turned into too hot tears, flowing silently and spreading away. Liu Xiaobai unscrewed the bottled water, took a big gulp, then raised his arms roughly like on the football field, wiping away the tears all over his face.

His brain seemed to throb, throbbing with pain.

Chen Ninglu was as thin and beautiful as a lily. She wore a gray-blue long dress piled with gauze and lace, and appeared swaying in the dimmed lights of the rehearsal hall.

But Zhang Qi had already met her in the coffee shop downstairs.

"Let me introduce to you, this is my girlfriend Chen Ninglu, a 180-line model." Shen Chenyang was rarely able to make a joke, and then was lightly slapped by the girl next to her.

Shen Chenyang smiled like a good thing is coming.

In fact, it is not. This is the ninth month that he and Chen Ninglu have known each other. More than 100 days ago, they confirmed their relationship. They are still in a hazy and passionate love, without careful consideration of the future, and without a thorough understanding of each other.

Director Zhao is a lively person, he and a few other actors gathered together, laughed and praised, saying: "It's a good match, it's a perfect match."

"Come, come, this is the heroine, let's get to know each other."

Zhang Qi didn't know who had thrown her among the crowd. When she regained consciousness, she was already face to face with Chen Ninglu who was beside Shen Chenyang. Chen Ninglu was taller than Zhang Qi, with a thin and delicate face. , round eyes with single eyelids, clear and light, like a fairy.

Chen Ninglu smiled sweetly and affectionately, and then said in a clear voice: "Hello."

"Hi, I'm Zhang Qi."

This is an acting skill that integrates talent and theory. Even though Zhang Qi was in a daze, she adjusted herself in time. She didn't know what the rest of the older members of the crew were thinking, but she still used the flawless and elegant voice that she had when she was on stage. .

Zhang Qi inadvertently turned his face to look into Shen Chenyang's eyes, but she caught him off guard; probably the seriousness in Zhang Qi's eyes caused a hidden stalemate between them.

"We went to eat that today. The newly opened crayfish at the intersection below is really, really delicious. I brought it to you for supper." Shen Chenyang lowered his head, and when he looked like this, he could only see two rows With twinkling eyelashes, he raised the paper bag in his hand and took out a bunch of lunch boxes.

Chen Ninglu laid out all the tableware in an orderly manner, and she said, "If any of you don't like spicy food, there's Thirteen Fragrances."

After half a minute of funny and useless socializing, Zhang Qi retreated into the crowd again. They seemed to be watching some performance by Shen Chenyang and Chen Ninglu, and completely relaxed into the loving atmosphere. A colleague was helping the two of them. Zhang Qi He went to the window sill and took the cup he put his tea in.

The mobile phone was at the side, Zhang Qi sneaked in, and saw Zhang Nian's WeChat message in time, he added three exclamation points and said, "Choose one for me, hurry up!!!"

A picture was attached under the text, and Zhang Qi opened it helplessly and confused.

She asked, "Didn't you just buy a mobile phone?"

"Bought for someone else."

"To your sister?"

"What are you thinking! Of course not!"

Zhang Qi leaned against the wall, and when she raised her head between typing, Chen Ninglu and Shen Chenyang, who were snuggling and chatting, bumped into her eyes.