Xia Chang

Zhang Nian's fingers were full of strength. In the dark, he groped to push Liu Xiaobai's forehead.

"It hurts!" Liu Xiaobai suddenly screamed out his throat. He kicked his feet that were entangled in the blanket, but he still held Zhang Nian's arm. He said, "I think you are very afraid of me. ah."

Zhang Nian was almost sweating when asked.

"Why do you think?" Zhang Nian's fingers were very hot, and suddenly he wrapped his whole palm around Liu Xiaobai's head, and he gently stroked his hair and ears before asking, "Why?"

Skin-to-skin contact is fatal, Liu Xiaobai's ears are stuck to the rough calluses on Zhang Nian's hands.

They were lying on a bed that was not wide, neither far nor close.

Liu Xiaobai said: "If you are not afraid, you will definitely not push me!"

"Actually, it may not be afraid..."

"Hate?"

Zhang Nian's piano practice hands were stiff, and he slowly smoothed Liu Xiaobai's raised hair on his forehead, and said, "Of course I don't hate it."

Liu Xiaobai was breathing through his nose, and he felt that Zhang Nian's hands were extremely hot, so the skin on his cheeks began to tingle.

"Zhang Nian," Liu Xiaobai said, "don't touch me."

Zhang Nian took his hand down.

He suddenly laughed, so he adjusted his sleeping position facing Liu Xiaobai, put his arms under his ears, and said, "I should admit it, um, I really have someone I like... This time, it's true. I like it."

Liu Xiaobai squeezed out a flimsy one: "Yes."

The night was rippling, and people's breathing began to bend. Zhang Nian was completely different from his usual self. He suddenly became extremely gentle and decisive. He said: "I think it's very beautiful, you may not realize it, and I don't. I can't tell you specifically."

Liu Xiaobai touched Zhang Nian's forehead in the darkness, and he flicked his forehead lightly, then lay on his back on the bed, out of breath from laughing.

Zhang Nian curled up secretly, closed his eyes with some emotion, turned around, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed again.

But in the next second, Liu Xiaobai moved his hand over, put it on Zhang Nian's back, and said, "But in some cases, liking is a disaster, not a good thing."

Zhang Nian didn't speak.

Liu Xiaobai sighed suddenly. He was very close to Zhang Nian, and the other half of the bed was completely vacated. He continued: "People can't recognize themselves, they have no ability to change the environment, and they want to make love timid and heavy. It's unbearable...sometimes I feel disgusting and nothing can be solved."

Zhang Nian's deep and pleasant voice sounded: "Who do you like?"

"I don't like anyone, I don't dare to like anyone... Now I have to take the college entrance examination, and I don't have time."

Liu Xiaobai's nails were cut round and smooth, but they still hurt when they were inserted into the skin on the palm of his hand. He subconsciously patted Zhang Nian's back, and then suddenly retracted his hand.

Every second that passes turns into concrete and falls down, and it will probably be scattered all over the place.

It's time to go to sleep, no one has anything to say, and Zhang Nian and Liu Xiaobai are thinking about the things they care about; the warm early summer is facing the cold winter, if one day, the flexible new branches grow into vines, it will No one can escape.

Wang Zhanyan hasn't woken up late for a long time. When he smelled the kitchen steam in the air, he mistakenly felt that he was in a long dream.

He was awakened by the boy's hand on his forehead.

Ran Yuanchao took off his shoes, got into his quilt forcefully, and said, "Don't burn it, I made porridge for you and steamed a bag of milk buns."

"Don't cook." Wang Zhanyan stared his slightly swollen eyes. He was tortured by the cold, so he was not so energetic, so he only struggled twice in Ran Yuanchao's arms, and then continued to lie quietly.

Ran Yuanchao closed his eyes, then opened the right one playfully, and said, "Don't move, your roommate is outside."

"Then you go, how can I explain..."

Wang Zhanyan exhausted all his strength and finally pushed Ran Yuanchao away after a weak cough; Wang Zhanyan stretched out his feet and hooked out the slippers from under the bed.

A person staggered out of the room door and into the living room.

"Good morning." His roommate was cleaning up a pile of clothes on the sofa. He raised his red eyes from hard work and smiled at Wang Zhanyan.

"Hi, morning."

The rain had obviously stopped, but it was a foggy day outside the window, the steamer and rice cooker in the kitchen were steaming, and the small dish on the dining table contained the pills that Ran Yuanchao had prepared.

He popped up suddenly, jumped up and hugged Wang Zhanyan's waist from behind, and said, "Let me hug for a while."

"Let go, I still have to share the rent with someone else."

The door of the kitchen was ajar, Wang Zhanyan looked at the dark crack of the door, he tried to break the arm that was imprisoned around his waist, but it was in vain.

"My mother called me and said that I'm going to an uncle's house today, and I have to leave immediately." Ran Yuanchao continued to hug him, rubbing his face against his body.

Wang Zhanyan stretched out his sore arms, wanting to take the kitchen knife hanging on the shelf, he said: "Then you go quickly, I will make some side dishes to eat, the porridge smells very good."

"Help me...help me do it once, I can't help it."

"What are you doing?" Wang Zhanyan pretended to be stupid and shook his head. After washing his hands, he dragged the people behind him and picked a washed carrot from the vegetable basket, ready to shred it.

The world turned upside down, the steamer was steaming like a cloud, and Wang Zhanyan shrank his neck for a moment.

His ears were itchy and hot from the nibbling.

Wang Zhanyan couldn't break free, he vaguely remembered that last night the boy said something about being tempted, he never thought that he would be entangled for too long with the person he should have met once.

They will have completely different lives.

The roommate is a northerner with a silent and shy personality. He opened the kitchen door without intention, but felt that the light in the living room was too dark.

The steam in the kitchen was the same as the foggy weather outside. Wang Zhanyan was wearing pajamas, holding a kitchen knife in his right hand. He was being embraced by the young boy behind him. He raised his smooth neck and let out a soft sigh from his pretty mouth.

The two were fully clothed, but Ran Yuanchao looked like an immature lion cub, with one side of his blond hair hanging down, blocking his dark eyes in the wolf's walk.

The roommate and Wang Zhan looked at each other in dismay.

The roommate closed the door.

"Forget it, I'm leaving first, it's too late." Ran Yuanchao reached out to turn off the gas stove, he pretended he hadn't done anything, and kissed Wang Zhanyan's cheek once before turning around.

The porridge is ready to drink.

Wang Zhanyan smiled at his roommate as usual. He put the porridge in front of him and said, "He and I are not lovers, and he won't come here again."

"Understood," the roommate nodded, he didn't seem to dare to look at Wang Zhanyan directly, he suddenly grinned and said, "But I have to go, I can't share the rent with you, our lease period is up next month, I will No more."

Wang Zhanyan was wearing an apron and standing in front of the dining table, motionless.

He hid most of the smile on his face, and suddenly his face was expressionless. He looked at the back of his roommate from the front to the door, and tears slid from his eyes to the ground in an instant.