Xia Chang

After the beginning of autumn, the weather did not turn cold quickly. The summer sun and rain stopped, washing the people and buildings in the city in turn. After more than ten days, when the thunder in the sky was no longer violent and the weather was still hot , the school season is just around the corner.

Wang Zhanyan was wearing a light blue fisherman's hat. He was tall and thin, and he was standing under the jujube tree in front of the kindergarten. It was getting dark, and it was an evening full of fatigue.

Xia Honglin was wearing a red dress. She walked out of the garden gate calmly, still holding the car keys in her hand. She deliberately went to Wang Zhanyan, smiled at him, and said, "It's so late, it's time to go home."

"You're off work... I, let's go."

"Take my car and I'll see you off."

"Thank you, no need, you can go first, I am still waiting for a friend, I will take his car, thank you."

Wang Zhanyan always smiled brightly. He was able to treat people with gentleness and distanced himself appropriately. He said goodbye to Xia Honglin, then put his mobile phone into his shoulder bag, turned and walked on the narrow road leading to the bus station.

The residential area is crowded, but this is a shortcut. Someone is cooking, the oil pan makes a harsh "sizzling" sound, and the signboard of the evaluation barber shop is shining, and there are old people lying on their faces waiting for a shave.

Wang Zhanyan still couldn't find Liu Qing.

He was about to start busy with his work again. After spending a fairly leisurely summer vacation, he also did unspeakable things in the middle of the night. He didn't contact Ran Yuanchao anymore. They only met a few times.

There were not many people on the platform, and it was long after the off-duty rush hour. Wang Zhanyan's hands were still stained with the paint that had not been washed off after the environmental innovation. He took the pocket bread from the bag, tore open the package and chewed slowly.

He was eye-catching, and he was much taller than the people around him. Before the bus came, there were already girls beside him, covering their mouths and whispering to each other.

Before Wang Zhanyan finished chewing a small bread, he followed the crowd to get on the bus and swiped his card, and sat in the back row by the window.

He kept holding the plastic bag of the bread in his hand until he got off the car, and then he found a nearby trash can to throw it away. The weather was very hot, and someone set up an open-air mahjong in front of the newsstand at the alley.

Wang Zhanyan went forward and picked out a new magazine. He turned on his mobile phone to pay, but was startled by the sudden message prompt.

The light was not bright enough, and people's faces and bodies were all in a comfortable warm color. After reading the news, Wang Zhanyan turned around in astonishment. His unreserved beauty was reflected in Ran Yuanchao's eyes.

The boy was wearing shorts, a half-sleeve sweater, and basketball shoes with stockings. He didn't smile, with a sullen face; he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhanyan's wrist with his free right hand.

Wang Zhanyan was in a very puzzled situation, he was dragged by Ran Yuanchao forcefully, and went to a darker road. The two of them staggered, and soon arrived in front of the unfinished building, where mosquitoes were rapidly swirling under the street lamps, Wang Zhanyan Finally broke free from his imprisonment.

"It's agreed that we won't contact you again!" Wang Zhanyan was really angry, his eyes were flushed, and he clenched his teeth lightly after speaking.

The things on Ran Yuanchao's left hand were packed in a cardboard box. He took another step forward and replied without showing any weakness: "I have been waiting for you for five hours."

The kid was tall and straight, but his baby-fat face was not cruel. When he was angry, he had a lovely seriousness. He showed an aggrieved look, and was staring at Wang Zhanyan.

"Ten hours is useless. Do we understand each other? Now we don't even count as friends. I'm very busy with work and I'm tired today. Don't bother me."

Wang Zhanyan was not disturbed at all, he always reminded himself to clarify the relationship between them, what happened could become a vulgar modern story, and what did not happen will never happen again.

Ran Yuanchao always followed him, and the two walked silently one after the other. Wang Zhanyan stuffed the earphones into his ears downstairs. When he turned around again, he only saw the broken lock of the unit door behind him.

There was a faint damp smell in the stairwell, and there were new leaflets on the wall. Wang Zhanyan reached out and took out the keys from his bag. He was very hungry, and his stomach hurt.

Even if they broke up and planned a vacation, when the school actually started, Zhang Nian didn't say a word after meeting Teng Xi. It should be because Teng Xi was shyly avoiding him because he hadn't seen him for a long time.

It seems that this situation can be resolved with sincerity, but unfortunately Zhang Nian has no willingness to resolve it, he suddenly disappeared, standing where he was, staring at the neatly arranged gray bricks under his feet.

Liu Xiaobai didn't talk much, he had a lollipop in his mouth and a bunch of newly bought daily necessities in his hand, standing behind Zhang Nian.

"I heard that He Letian's lover passed away." Zhang Nian suddenly turned around, he shaved his temples, his facial features were highlighted to be more delicate and clear, and sweat slid from his forehead to his cheeks.

Liu Xiaobai almost crushed the lollipop in his mouth.

"He resigned." Zhang Nian continued.

According to common sense, regret and sympathy would be enough, but last semester he experienced a long disagreement with He Letian, so Liu Xiaobai would always feel guilty, even though he also understood that the cruelty of the illness would not be changed because of the money.

Zhang Nian was also for more people.

People are always contradictory. Zhang Nian shook his head and said to himself, "I hope he can live well."

Liu Xiaobai was also touched, he suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Nian's shoulders, and said, "Think about it, if he can leave, maybe he has to start over and cheer himself up."

"hot."

Zhang Nian only said one word, and when he tilted his face slightly, he could clearly see Liu Xiaobai's distinct eyelashes. Liu Xiaobai's eyes were very dark and bright, like grapes.

The breathing of two people is a thread, and in an instant, it will be firmly woven into a fluttering net.

In the wind is the tail of summer that is about to dry up, wrapped in the less obvious autumn coolness, pouring into the collar of the short sleeves of the school uniform, Zhang Nian smells Liu Xiaobai's body.

It is a kind of pure and lingering warmth, and probably does not use any perfume. It is a bit astringent, but not bitter or pungent.

The lollipop was orange-flavored, and when it collided with Liu Xiaobai's teeth, there was a chaotic sound. His eyelashes began to flicker faster, and after two seconds of looking at Zhang Nian, he suddenly smiled.

Ask: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why don't you use the mobile phone I bought?" Zhang Nian took out the mobile phone from Liu Xiaobai's trouser pocket and waved it in front of Liu Xiaobai's eyes.

"Don't mention it, why am I really embarrassed to use it? I always remember to return it to you, but every time I'm afraid that you will get angry. It's too expensive and it's stressful. At least, it's a lot of stress for me." Liu Xiaobai let go of Zhang Nian's shoulders, straightened his collar, and finally opened his heart to say this.

Zhang Nian sloppily straightened his hair blown to one side by the wind, he said: "But I have planned it for a long time, I was thinking about what you would like, and I also considered whether it is practical or not, and I asked someone else to choose the color. I'm afraid...I'm afraid you don't like it."

"Zhang Nian, you are so stupid."

Even Liu Xiaobai himself didn't know the motive for saying this sentence, he just blurted it out under special circumstances, he turned around and left, regardless of whether Zhang Nian followed or not.

It seems that the bugs flying around the flower beds can move faster, and the stairs to the dormitory are very short. Liu Ningning is reading a book at the table, with one foot on the edge of the chair.

Liu Xiaobai's heart was so sour, as if he had squeezed a green lemon and tasted it bit by bit.

But what was even more real was that this feeling affected his whole body, causing Liu Xiaobai's head, hands and feet to go numb.

He may or may not like the feeling.