Xia Chang

The alarm clock set in advance pulled Liu Xiaobai out of his dream.

The setting sun after the rain was mixed with mist-like soft light. The moment he raised his head, he was completely awake, and turned to pick up the present in the drawer of the bedside table.

For the time being, Liu Xiaobai forgot where he went in the morning, and had no time to think about the conversation with the fruit stall owner. He didn't change his clothes, but put on the outfit he had carefully matched in the morning, and went to the bathroom to fix his hair in front of the mirror.

There is a red mark left after falling asleep on the forehead.

Liu Xiaobai looked at his sharp and plump face, bit his lips tightly, and finally recalled everything in the dream just now, his cheeks were covered with instant boiling red.

He immediately went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Liu Xiaobai leaned against the back of the sliding door of the bathroom, not even daring to turn on the light, the fabric of the denim jacket stuck to the glass, slightly astringent.

Liu Xiaobai breathed out anxiously and helplessly, his right hand trembled, and he tore off the zipper of the black pants.

The dream was also dark, as vague as the bathroom in front of him. Liu Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly, and then closed them tightly.

Zhang Nian became an adult, wearing a shirt and trousers, holding Liu Xiaobai's school uniform jacket in his hand, and swinging it in circles freely.

"What are you looking at? You don't see much?"

"what?"

Liu Xiaobai squeezed his eyes with all his strength, but Zhang Nian's face and body were always in the dim light of old photos. They were far away, and suddenly, they got closer again.

The tip of the nose and the tip of the nose are almost attached.

The fabric of the black trousers rubbed against the skin on his hands, Liu Xiaobai still bit his lower lip tightly, he raised his neck and panted, as if he was about to drown and faint.

The sliding door behind him continued to sway slightly.

"You don't understand anything..." Zhang Nian in the dream spoke like a sigh, and his fingers rubbed against Liu Xiaobai's hip bone.

The slight sweat in the palms was wet everywhere.

Liu Xiaobai raised his face, he looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, his expression was so fierce that he seemed to be judging a prisoner, the joints of his legs were sore, as if they were about to collapse together with the hot flesh.

He dreamed of Zhang Nian and thought about Zhang Nian.

Next to the zipper of the black trousers was a wet, translucent substance, but it was only a small splash. Liu Xiaobai put the gift in the backpack with a calm and embarrassed body and mind, and said goodbye to Yang Lanfang.

Zhang Nian's birthday this time was neither grand nor caring. Liu Xiaobai was still worried about whether the gift would be suitable until the elevator ascended. The second he stepped out of the elevator door, he met Zhang Qi who was wearing a short coat and a wide-brimmed hat. .

She immediately raised the corners of her mouth, smiled, and said, "Go and play, I have a job."

"us?"

"you two."

Zhang Qi's smile is always so comfortable, she doesn't want to highlight anything, and she doesn't deliberately cover up anything, even though some things in front of her have already revealed their clues.

Zhang Nian was standing in the open space in front of the KTV sofa. He was using a screwdriver to fix the cap of a beer bottle. When he saw Liu Xiaobai, he didn't say a word of compliment, but said flatly, "Sit."

"Where are the others?" Liu Xiaobai put the schoolbag on the sofa.

Zhang Nian was wearing a short-sleeved sweater with colorful Japanese graffiti, and the yellow fabric protruding from the hood was Pikachu's ears.

He rarely dresses like this.

"There's no one else, I'm too lazy to play, so I just sing and drink."

Zhang Nian turned around while talking, looked at Liu Xiaobai with clear eyes, and said, "It's just the two of us."

The light was dim, and tiny colors were flickering everywhere. Liu Xiaobai casually picked up the microphone placed on the tea table. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his hip bone.

"As long as you have nothing unhappy." This is what Zhang Nian said in the dream.

Seeing that Liu Xiaobai was not smiling, Zhang Nian immediately leaned over, holding a beer bottle, and asked softly in a low voice, "Are you unhappy?"

"No."

If the desire is concrete, it is probably much more difficult to control than the water flow. Liu Xiaobai shook his head, he finally came to his senses, he knew and accepted that he was in a fiery torrent, approaching liking infinitely.

It is more selfish and stubborn than the likes between friends.

The gift came out very early, and Liu Xiaobai handed the gray box to Zhang Nian. He seemed to blame himself, lowered his head and said softly: "It's not very expensive, but it's pretty and cute."

"I like all of them."

Liu Xiaobai seemed to force a smile out of his face, he suddenly took two steps back, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, then walked to the touch screen to order a song.

"If you really like to sing, then I'll just sit and listen to it today."

Liu Xiaobai felt that Zhang Nian's voice was right next to his ears. When the temperature around his body converged in a narrow distance, Zhang Nian leaned forward completely, his arm crossed Liu Xiaobai's shoulder, and clicked many songs in succession. , all sung by the same person.

"Don't be funny." Liu Xiaobai straightened the collar of his sweater, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Zhang Nian continued: "If you really don't like singing, then I will try to sing, but I can't guarantee that I can sing well."

Liu Xiaobai exhaled slowly, touched his ears that were starting to heat up with his fingers, and said, "How can you not sing well? You are still learning to compose. This kind of person should be regarded as a singer-songwriter. Do you understand? You see Look at you, you can play the piano, you can play the clarinet, you can play the guitar, you can write songs, you can do everything.”

Liu Xiaobai was forcing himself to turn his head, his emotions were under heavy pressure, so he was looking for an emergency exit, there was no third person here, and the light was very dim, Liu Xiaobai turned his head, he felt Zhang Nian's gaze, he saw his eyes.

"Of course not knowing everything." Zhang Nian breathed lightly, like a soft palm, rubbing against the bridge of Liu Xiaobai's nose.

The sound of the accompaniment that suddenly sounded filled the ear chambers, but Liu Xiaobai didn't seem to hear it. He suddenly laughed and couldn't help but bend his eyes; Be humble, you."

It couldn't be easier to play haha, Liu Xiaobai smiled and hid on the sofa, he raised his head and poured a third of the bottle of beer, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He said, "Hey, happy birthday."

In the long time of getting along, Liu Xiaobai has never drawn any boundaries for friendship, but this time he deliberately does it, making open and conspicuous gestures and expressions, saying friendly but distant polite words, and making people feel at ease. He left by himself from the space near Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian was singing, his back was facing Liu Xiaobai, his body was tall and thin, and he suddenly turned around, without speaking, just staring at Liu Xiaobai, looking at him with gentle eyes.

Liu Xiaobai guessed, he knew that Zhang Nian was singing a love song, and he also knew that Zhang Nian was thinking about the person he liked, whose name he hadn't revealed yet.

The cold beer choked in his throat and made his mouth taste bitter. Liu Xiaobai leaned over to pick up the mobile phone that fell on the ground. He couldn't stand still, so he lay down on the ground while he was drunk.

He felt that the ground was cool and comfortable, wide and without boundaries that could cause people to fall; Liu Xiaobai raised his face, and those colored light spots passed over his face.

"It's time to sleep." Liu Xiaobai was talking nonsense.

Zhang Nian finally saw him who was in danger, and stopped halfway through the song, the brisk accompaniment blared, Liu Xiaobai lay still, and continued, "If it's a holiday next year, I'll go to Hokkaido to play once."

The lights were sliding like stars, with their own fixed and non-colliding trajectories. Zhang Nian squatted down beside Liu Xiaobai. He pinched the tip of his reddish nose and asked, "Are you drunk?"

"When can I go to Hokkaido..." Liu Xiaobai muttered to himself, he frowned and raised his hand, trying to remove Zhang Nian's hand that was restricting his breathing.

"If I...do something I shouldn't do today..." Zhang Nian's tangled words were pressed in his throat, and he said, rubbing Liu Xiaobai's cheek hard, as if to vent.

Liu Xiaobai's eyes were out of focus, and he looked completely drunk. He didn't find it surprising that his face was rubbed, and he didn't resist Zhang Nian's close look down.

Zhang Nian put his hand on the ground next to Liu Xiaobai's ear, he anticipated the insignificant thing that never happened, and looked at the person lying peacefully under his body.

The accompaniment of the song is over, and it continues to the next one of the same style.

The front of the line of sight became chaotic, Liu Xiaobai's eyebrows grew naturally, but not chaotic, there was a beautiful slope from the bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and he could smell the beer on his mouth.

Zhang Nian suddenly closed his eyes. He didn't make any move beyond the boundary, but finally sighed and grabbed Liu Xiaobai's hand.

This time it was genuinely warm, without any strange excuses, without timidity and confusion, without hiding.

Liu Xiaobai blinked, and suddenly he laughed, and held Zhang Nian's sweaty fingers back. He looked at him and asked, "Is Hokkaido... beautiful?"