Xia Chang

By the time he left the north, Zhang Nian had no intention of paying attention to the results of the physics competition. He caught a cold due to the sudden cold snap, and his fever reached 38 degrees Celsius in the middle of the night last night. In the chair in the waiting hall, a crooked head rested on Liu Xiaobai's shoulder.

Liu Xiaobai yawned.

The weather became more and more gloomy, a huge black cloud hung in the center of the sky at dusk, and the wind lifted the clothes of people outside; Liu Xiaobai held a cup filled with hot water in one hand, while the other arm was already I was numb from Zhang Nian's pressure.

The phone screen lit up, then went dark again. The weather forecast said that it would snow heavily tomorrow, and when the time for take-off was approaching, Liu Xiaobai suddenly thought presumptuously that he could stay and watch the snow.

Zhang Nian's breathing was hot, he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his throat was hoarse due to a cold, so he was breathing a bit noisy; his eyelashes were clean, long and lush, with two rows growing neatly and beautifully.

Liu Xiaobai turned his face sideways, and even slowed down his breathing when he looked at Zhang Nian. He didn't dare to move, but subconsciously clenched the water glass on his hand.

"Zhang Nian." Liu Xiaobai called quietly.

In an environment that is neither quiet nor noisy, these two words were not drowned by the noise, but Zhang Nian didn't seem to hear them. He sat quietly, his cheeks were slightly pink when he was sleeping, and he drank a lot of alcohol half an hour ago. Bitter oral liquid, so his breath seems to have a strong smell of medicine.

Liu Xiaobai looked out the window, and he noticed that the sky was getting darker and darker. There were lights on the apron, and lights in the corridor of the terminal building, and a short advertising video with no sound was playing on the monitor beside him.

The old woman in the seat opposite left in short camel-colored boots.

Liu Xiaobai opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't let go of the heavy breath gathered in his heart. His heart had been beating vigorously for too long, and even began to swell and ache.

Zhang Nian suppressed his voice and coughed.

When people are sick, they always reveal unmodified fragility. Zhang Nian has a weak and defenseless side. He even learned to rely on him naturally without realizing it. Good and bad dreams.

Zhang Nian likes to use a little perfume, it is very light and has a very warm smell, which lingers in Liu Xiaobai's breath simply and smoothly. They are sitting in this corner where there are no bystanders, and they feel a little safe.

Liu Xiaobai turned his head sideways, his heart was suddenly soft and hot, only Zhang Nian's face was left in his sight, the process of gradually approaching was very long, Liu Xiaobai closed his eyes, he was like a gu, and in the next second I tasted the bitterness of the medicine.

Zhang Nian's lips were very dry and hot, and the smell on his body and the heat of his breath magnified in an instant, even reaching the limit of intimacy that Liu Xiaobai could imagine.

There were many people coming and going, and the old woman in boots came back and sat down in the same place.

"Zhang Nian..." Liu Xiaobai still called out cautiously, he raised his eyes to look at the wide curved ceiling, the temperature from his heart penetrated his skin, reaching the base of his ears.

Zhang Nian didn't wake up, the temperature on his forehead dropped, and he was still in a deep sleep with an unused tissue still clutched in his hand.

After everything happened, he realized that everything could be so unreal. Liu Xiaobai stuffed the cup into the backpack above the suitcase. He watched his pink and blood-colored nails gather, and then closed his eyes.

The arm was so numb that it was almost numb.

Liu Xiaobai seemed to have used up all the remaining bravery in his life. He was even completely satisfied for a moment. He didn't dare to touch his lips after kissing. In the end, he just raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose.

A plane dragged a long noise and rushed into the sky.

That night, and many days later, Liu Xiaobai maintained the most intimate and lively appearance when he was with Zhang Nian. He could joke, tease or beat him, and tease the person Zhang Nian liked.

Also suffer from insomnia night after night for a period of time.

Zhang Nian was standing on the side of the road in front of the school. He was wearing a thick black coat and jeans, and squeezed the hard lemon candy in the green package into his mouth.

He waved at Liu Xiaobai and said, "See you next week."

The distance is not very close. There was a heavy rain just a few hours ago. Liu Xiaobai huddled in his down jacket, shaking his teeth, and shouted: "Goodbye!"

The south in winter is foggy, there is no ice and snow, but it is still cold. After many turns, people's love and liking seem to be calm again.

But it didn't subside, but became a fire buried in a hard body. Looking forward to spreading and perpetuating, Zhang Nian saw Xia Honglin when she turned around. She was wearing a coat and half of her face was buried in the scarf.

She said: "Go out to play during the winter vacation, I have time."

"Will my dad go?" Originally he knew what the answer was, so Zhang Nian regretted it the second he asked. He clicked the tip of his tongue and followed Xia Honglin into the car.

"If he doesn't go, if your sister wants to work, just the two of us will go."

"can."

Xia Honglin was listening to the harmonica music. Looking at the foggy sky ahead, she suddenly said, "I want to see snow. I suddenly remembered that when I was in college, it often snowed in the north."

"Go to Hokkaido."

Zhang Nian spoke so quietly and easily, he tilted his head and covered his face with his mobile phone, his breath suddenly became unstable, but Xia Honglin didn't notice it.

Zhang Nian was clumsily realizing his dream. From the moment he decided to go abroad, everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion, but he still couldn't be reconciled.

So I want to go to Japan, to a place with snow, to Hokkaido.

The fog was also white, floating and dyed the tops and spires of the buildings. Zhang Nian's face was pressed against the car window. He saw the spiraling overpasses, the huge river rushing, and many, many people.

Every summer seems to be very long, so even in the deep winter, the once bright air has not faded. Zhang Nian is still used to not laughing and talking less in front of many people. He is liked by many people and also by some. People don't like it; he is enthusiastic, waiting for the day when he has to give up his liking.

Zhang Qi escaped from the crew all night.

She was wearing the simplest down jacket, her hair was still shaped into big waves by hairspray, and her cheeks were pasted with heavy makeup, looking formal yet informal.She put on a mask, stopped unexpectedly in front of the flower shop, and left again.

Of course Zhang Qi would not send flowers.

Shen Chenyang is not the protagonist of the tour this time, he was only rescued by his colleagues who were accidentally injured.Zhang Qi looked at the gray print on the ticket, and suddenly she blinked violently.

almost cry.

He was still the same, he was always different on stage from off stage, wearing a very complicated suit, playing the role of a pedantic young master, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the pupils of his pupils shining brightly from the light.

Zhang Qi suddenly felt that he was actually very close to him.

In fact, their lives only intersected for a short time, and then separated mercilessly; Shen Chenyang tried his best to interpret the lines, and in the end, he left the stage alive.

In this strange drama, there is no staring, no hugging, no kissing.

"Beauty," the man sitting next to Zhang Qi handed her a tissue before the curtain call. He comforted her and said, "Everything is fine outside the show, it's nothing."

Zhang Qi clutched the dry tissue in her hand, she couldn't wait for the curtain call, so she got up tremblingly and left. In fact, there were only sporadic parts of the plot in her mind.

Outside, she felt that her cheeks covered with tears were cold and cold.