Xia Chang

Ran Yuanchao ran lightly like a deer, he walked through the warm and bright corridor of the hotel, and then, panting heavily, he stood in front of the room door, he took out the key card from the pocket of the down jacket in a panic.

There was no light in the room, let alone the expected person waiting, Ran Yuanchao sighed, he put the milk tea with a plastic bag on the TV cabinet, and then turned on the overhead light.

Someone began to knock on the door very slowly, and Ran Yuanchao's breathing had not yet calmed down. The second he opened the door, his legs became weak, his cheeks trembled uncontrollably, and he was about to cry.

Wang Zhanyan didn't expect the boy in front of him to be like this.

"Are you looking for me?" Wang Zhanyan came in, sat on the soft stool, and began to carefully untie the boots on his feet. His body was stained with the smell of cold night air, and he asked him softly.

"Where did you go?" Ran Yuanchao pinched the chin of the person in front of him with his right hand and asked softly.

The two people's eyes met, only to realize that the other party was just like him, using indifference to hide his panic, Wang Zhanyan's cheeks were pinched sunken, and he squeezed out a sentence: "I said this morning that I would go out for a walk. Let's go."

Neither of them took off their heavy attire outside. Ran Yuanchao stood in the center of the light yellow halo. He knelt down and put a pair of cold hands on Wang Zhanyan's lap. He leaned closer and swallowed his saliva in a panic. .

Said, "I bought you something to drink."

Wang Zhanyan's eyes were full of temptation, hesitation and guard. He stopped what he was doing, looked at the face in front of him with some seriousness, and pursed his mouth.

Ran Yuanchao didn't have much age and experience yet. His fierceness and softness were like steaming milk and cocoa powder mixed in a glass. His eye sockets were red, which was the same color as the tip of his nose after experiencing the ice and snow.

He suddenly moved closer, controlling his limbs with the emotion of regaining what was lost, so he hugged Wang Zhanyan very hard.

Wang Zhanyan closed his eyes.

"I bought you a small gift. I didn't run around, nor did I not come back on purpose." Wang Zhanyan's tone was cold, and his throat was dry.

But this is already the result of his best efforts to give in. It is difficult for him to wipe away the grudges about family background, age, and concepts, but Ran Yuanchao has the most sincere eyes. I said "don't contact me again" in my heart.

His arms wrapped in thick clothes were bent, and his cold palms were stuck under the boy's hot hood. He stroked Ran Yuanchao, and he also stroked his own heart in a belated tranquility.

The boy swallowed a faint sob into his throat.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the gray sky is still snowing, and the air in Hakodate morning city is cold and salty.

Zhang Nian was wearing a light milk tea-colored down jacket, and his black disposable mask was hanging on his chin. He saw someone carrying a basket of king crabs in front of a roadside restaurant.

Xia Honglin said: "That crab is so big, you can see that its feet are very energetic."

The camera was hanging on Xia Honglin's body. She was wearing a very pointed red wool hat, and pointed the camera at the lively seafood. Later, she smiled in the snow and said to Zhang Nian: "Stand back, I will help you Let's shoot."

But when Zhang Nian took pictures, he always seemed to be in a daze. He was in the middle of the snow-covered road, and when he turned around, soft snowflakes rested on his eyelashes.

There is no shortage of beauty in any form in Hokkaido, but there is always a lack of someone who loves it the most.

Zhang Nian suddenly laughed, the corners of his mouth were curved into the most natural arc, he smiled with neat teeth, his narrow and bright black eyes narrowed... everything was mixed with the snow in the breeze, and became the scene in Xia Honglin's lens A painting.

"So happy! Why are you so happy, Zhang Nian," Xia Honglin leaned over and held up the camera for Zhang Nian to admire. She sniffed and said, "You have really grown up recently, and you are not rebellious anymore, are you?"

"Is there..."

Zhang Nian wanted to talk a lot, but knowing that Xia Honglin was not the right person, he hesitated to speak, and then raised his cold hand to touch the tip of his nose. Xia Honglin's camera was still capturing many novel people and things, but suddenly, she Take the camera away from the face.

There were not too many pedestrians on the narrow road, Xia Honglin was very close to Wang Zhanyan in front of him, Zhang Nian stood behind Xia Honglin, he was a little dazed.

The boy had shiny and beautiful hair hanging around his ears. He was tall and had a lean and strong body. His broad shoulders were pressed against Wang Zhanyan's back, and he held a white ice cream cone in a chocolate cone in his right hand.

The fingers of the two people intertwined and clenched tightly.

"Xia, Director Xia...what a coincidence."

"Zhanyan, what a coincidence! You should relax when you're on vacation. I came here with Zhang Nian, and we've been here for many days."

When Xia Honglin was talking, Wang Zhanyan always had a smile on his face. He was secretly exerting all his strength to break free from Ran Yuanchao's hand. His fear welled up from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes even went dark for an instant.

He was finally swayed by prejudice, ready to trade hiding for a safe chance to make a living

"I've just been here not long ago." Wang Zhanyan pulled his hand out of Ran Yuanchao's hand at the same time as the words fell. His fingers were about to go numb, and they were extremely hot in the ice and snow.

Xia Honglin shifted her gaze to the side, and nodded her chin at Ran Yuanchao.

The stubborn Ran Yuanchao had long-established sternness in his eyes, and he didn't smile, but while responding kindly to Xia Honglin, he suddenly pulled Wang Zhanyan's trembling hand with his strength.

The breathing of the two people seems to be connected, and they are about to merge into one.

Later, long after bidding farewell to Xia Honglin, Ran Yuanchao felt Wang Zhanyan trembling, and the ice cream was still intact, so Ran Yuanchao licked off the top of it and said, "Don't be afraid."

"Of course you don't have to worry about whether you have a job, but for me, work is the most unaffected... But forget it, I've already been seen, so there's nothing I can do about it." Almost helplessly, Wang Zhanyan let out a sigh of relief, He looked closely at Ran Yuanchao's eyes, and then smiled softly.

Breathing and words were soaked in the warm white mist, and every second passed, the two of them would fall into a deeper dependence. In the middle of the road, Ran Yuanchao also laughed, and he kissed Wang Zhanyan's mouth.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Zhanyan finally raised his arms cautiously. In the snowy sky of Hokkaido, he sniffed the fishy smell in the morning city air, and hugged the boy's solid and broad back.

Everything is slow, the illusion is that time has been extended to the limit, from plants to insects, from ceramics to wood, everything will not grow old; Ran Yuanchao, whose body has been precious since he was a child, has forgotten all the expectations from the environment, and he is a bit decadent , but beautifully decadent.

The bookstore was overcrowded during the holidays. Liu Xiaobai was holding some hardcover masterpieces with cardboard covers. He walked through the crowded children in the children's area. When he looked up, he saw a cup of coffee spilled on the ground next to the bookshelf.

So, Liu Xiaobai handed over the book in his hand to a colleague, and went to find the cleaner in the room to get a mop. During this period, the phone vibrated countless times.A few hours later at dusk, the surroundings finally became quiet. Liu Xiaobai clutched his empty stomach and squatted under a tree with flashing lights on the side of the road, wearing an apron with the bookstore logo on his body.

The weather was very cold, but the exhausted Liu Xiaobai was only wearing a turtleneck sweater. He put the last bite of bread in his hand into his mouth.

He held up the phone and heard the person on the other end say, "I met your cousin and his boyfriend."

"They went too..."

"I sent you that postcard. It's snowing here now, which is different from the snow in our country."

"Yeah." Liu Xiaobai swallowed the food in his mouth. He looked up and looked at the flickering lights on the downtown road and the changing color display on the opposite building.

Zhang Nian asked softly, "What are you doing? Are you taking lessons from your tutor?"

"I'm exhausted. I take tutoring in the morning and do coolies in the bookstore in the afternoon. I earn a little money and save it up. If you celebrate your birthday next time, I won't be able to give you too cheap things, right?"

Although Liu Xiaobai's tone was so relaxed, Zhang Nian, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, suddenly had a sore nose. It was not pity, but a kind of emotion that filled his chest and mind. He was wearing pajamas, curled up into a comfortable position, and then rubbed Rubbing his sore eyes, he said, "The previous ones weren't cheap, I think... I really like them."

"Forcibly like it."

The breathing was light, but there was also a kind of intoxication like drinking wine. Liu Xiaobai's fingertips touched the cracks between the bricks on the ground, and he laughed.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Zhang Nian said, "Hokkaido is fun, beautiful, and beautiful. I want to bring you here once."

"Come on, you are going to go abroad. After the college entrance examination, I don't know when we can meet. Where will the time come from? If I want to go in the future, I will go by myself."

Zhang Nian nodded, the sudden sadness finally burst into tears, and his chin was also wet.

The milk tea shop next to the bookstore was playing the theme song of "Spirited Away". Liu Xiaobai closed his eyes, so those tall buildings, traffic waves and light spots all disappeared from his sight. The smell of melting snow.

Zhang Nian's breath came to his ears from far away, and he said, "I will always go back to China."

A cold, damp wind blows.

Liu Xiaobai's quiet smile was a bit concealed, and it seemed to be a kind of gentle showing off; he suddenly recalled that dry and warm kiss that slept in the airport in a foreign country...