Xia Chang

It has been a long time, and there is no news about Liu Qing.

When the rain on the mountainside was getting heavier and heavier, Wang Zhanyan was dizzy from the sound of water all over the sky. He only remembered that when he left home a few hours ago, Wang Yufeng was sitting on the sofa with cigarette butts stuffed into the old ashtray.

The house is still the same as before, but without Liu Qing, it will be more quiet. Wang Yufeng has no time to cook when he is busy. He lies on the sofa drinking tea and smoking, watching war movies that have been replayed hundreds of times on provincial satellite TV.

"Be careful, don't touch the sofa and burn yourself." Wang Zhanyan gritted his teeth before leaving. He was wearing sweatpants and hiking shoes, and he had sunglasses and an umbrella in his messenger bag.

Wang Yufeng wasn't angry either. On the contrary, after Liu Qing left, he relaxed a lot. He raised his eyelids unpreparedly, and only said two words: "Let's go."

With a "bang", Wang Zhanyan slammed the door hard and left.

The blue-gray stone steps under the feet are newly built, washed by the rain, smooth and clean, and the pure music is playing on the phone, a very slow cello piece.

Wang Zhanyan went to the temple on the mountain to ask for a lottery today.

It's an ordinary Saturday evening.

The water hit the branches and leaves of the tree overhead, and then pooled into more plump water droplets, covering the top of the blue umbrella. Wang Zhanyan turned on the flashlight. He overcame the sudden dizziness and stepped forward to the next step with his right foot.

The cold wind in the mountains crossed, mixed with the slanting rainwater, hitting Wang Zhanyan's body and face, and his umbrella was almost toppled over.

When he raised his head, he could see the gray and black sky disappearing on the top of the mountains in the distance. Wang Zhanyan supported the glasses on his face, then leaned forward and sneezed loudly.

It took him three hours to get back to his home, and he had a very uneasy sleep in the taxi; his roommate had gone to work, but his dry clothes were piled on the right side of the sofa and hadn't been folded yet.

Wang Zhanyan looked at himself through the mirror in the bathroom, and tore the cracked skin on his mouth. He blew on his own bangs, and then took out the mercury thermometer from his armpit.

"38 degrees... 38 degrees..."

Wang Zhanyan muttered, and paced back and forth in the living room twice. His head hurt so much that his teeth and the muscles on his face also hurt. Later, he couldn't hold on any longer, so he fell into the sofa.

He deliberately avoided his roommate's clean clothes.

Ran Yuanchao came here last night. He bought a lot of food and drink. Up to now, they are still piled in the refrigerator in the corner of the living room. He stood by the door of the living room for about 10 minutes last night, holding up his mobile phone and scrolling slowly.

Later, I took a bath with Wang Zhanyan.

"I seem to be sick," Wang Zhanyan's voice on the phone was gentle and lingering. He closed his eyes while talking, and reached out to feel for his pajamas in the closet. He began to unbutton his wide shirt and leaned against the wall. Go and say, "Can you help me buy some medicine? Just buy it online and let them deliver it. I'm not clear and I'm afraid I'll make a mistake."

Ran Yuanchao over there didn't ask any more questions. After silence and hesitation, he said, "Okay."

It was still raining heavily, and Ran Yuanchao was holding a gray umbrella and a bag of medicine in his other hand. He was not at all careful about his clothes today, wearing sweatpants with a denim jacket with a hood.

"I didn't tell you to come by yourself." Wang Zhanyan stuck out his tongue pretending to be disgusted.

Ran Yuanchao ignored what he said, and went to the kitchen to boil hot water as soon as he entered the door. He knew the way well; he poked his head out again and asked, "What did you have for dinner?"

"I didn't eat. Not long after I came back from the mountain, I went to ask for a lottery."

"Can you lie down? It's okay." Ran Yuanchao asked himself and answered in a commanding tone. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Wang Zhanyan's wrist, and dragged him into the bedroom.

When you look closely, Ran Yuanchao is really a little boy, his face is immature, even though it is hardened by exercise, it can still be seen that it has not stopped growing. Wang Zhanyan was lying under the quilt doing the work of a sick number, he stretched out his hand, He touched Ran Yuanchao's shoulder.

Under the clothes, the young body was flowing with hot blood. They had seen each other's naked bodies long ago, but when Wang Zhanyan closed his eyes and thought about it, he felt that he was greedily tearing at each other's young soul.

"How old are you?"

"Yes, I'm almost 19 years old." Ran Yuanchao grabbed Wang Zhanyan's hand not too gently, and stuffed it into the quilt.

After he finished speaking, he walked away alone.

Wang Zhanyan's heart is like calm water. After more than [-] years of indifference and danger, he seems to have encountered a port that can temporarily anchor at night.

Ran Yuanchao grabbed his hand and said nothing, and the two looked at each other expressionlessly.

"I'm really tempted." The little boy said in a tough tone.

The medicine can relieve pain and hypnotize. Wang Zhanyan felt that he was placed on the suspended bed. He looked at him, shook his head, and said, "You didn't."

I can't see it.

Zhang Nian never felt that Liu Xiaobai's bed was very comfortable.

Liu Xiaobai held him back in the evening, folded his arms and couldn't help admonishing him, saying: "Think about it, go back now, and spend time coming over tomorrow morning, we all know that 'an inch of money is hard to buy an inch of time', you stay Well, my parents and grandma don't come back to live, how free."

Sweet words are not really a sharp weapon, but Zhang Nian was dizzy for a moment by Liu Xiaobai's smiling face. He threw his schoolbag on the sofa and asked, "Can I sleep in your bed?"

"That won't work." Liu Xiaobai supported the back of the sofa with his hands, and smiled slyly in front of Zhang Nian. After a few seconds, he became serious again, and then shook his head.

Everything couldn't be more normal, but the communication with smiling faces was not warm at all. I don't know when Zhang Nian and Liu Xiaobai each put on their masks, and they were trying to spy and defend themselves.

My heart was tangled in one place all night.

It was a ridiculous rainy night outside the window, Liu Xiaobai was standing on the balcony in his slippers, he called Wang Zhanyan, but Wang Zhanyan did not answer.

Ran Yuanchao's voice became deeper and deeper, and he said, "He is sick and fell asleep."

"I don't care. I have something urgent. I have to listen to him." Liu Xiaobai was not in a hurry. He originally wanted to chat with Wang Zhanyan, but when he ran into Ran Yuanchao who answered the phone, he suddenly became worried about Wang Zhanyan's safety.

There was silence for a long time.

"Xiaobai, what's the matter? I didn't sleep, I just didn't want to talk just now, so I closed my eyes."

"Right now, my parents are not here." Liu Xiaobai raised his head, looking at the pitch-black zenith.

"Ah."

"I am alone at home."

"You pay attention to safety."

"Cousin," the words that had been thought many times in my heart came to my lips, and suddenly they became strange again, and the topic was shy and sharp, and even cruel to a certain extent, Liu Xiaobai asked, "Why do you think you are Bent?"

Liu Xiaobai mistakenly thought that he was on the edge of a deep and dangerous cliff, and there was already wind near his toes.

Wang Zhanyan laughed and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to ask."

"Did your father ask you to ask? I don't want to talk about it now, it's inconvenient for me." Wang Zhanyan's voice was full of exhaustion, and there was no reason, because those who can calm down can't actually dig deep, even if he It was smoothed by the past, but he was temporarily in pain, and he willfully grew edges and corners.

Liu Xiaobai finished the phone call.

He walked back into the room, put the phone on the desk, and plugged in the charging cable, only to hear Zhang Nian saying, "Your bed is very narrow."

Liu Xiaobai turned his head and saw Zhang Nian on the edge of the bed. He maintained a gentlemanly and quiet posture, sleeping on his side and facing the bedside table.

"I don't eat people."

"I know." Zhang Nian said, still not moving a millimeter.

Suddenly, Liu Xiaobai gritted his teeth and jumped onto the bed. He reached out and hugged Zhang Nian's arm, and lay down leaning on him. The two of them were very close and firm.

Liu Xiaobai closed his eyes and said, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead if I sleep like this."

The air is about to collapse, but it hasn't collapsed yet. It seems that everything is on the edge of the cliff. Liu Xiaobai's cool forehead is pressed against Zhang Nian's shoulder, and his skin is sticky with sweat.

Zhang Nian reached out and turned off the lamp beside the bed.