Xia Chang

The black Times New Roman characters on the test paper became strange symbols. Liu Xiaobai held the beige draft paper with his left hand. Just a second before he closed his eyes, he tremblingly marked the letter C in the brackets.

Zhang Nian's message was interrupted after that link, and it was now past eleven o'clock at night. Liu Xiaobai stood up and put his heavy body in the middle of the bed.

It was a New Year's Day not much different from previous years. Liu Xiaobai saw the bright lights on the building not far away through the gap in the curtains. His eyes hurt after doing homework, so he began to look through the storage on the desk. In the box, I found the unused eye drops in the summer.

Liu Xiaobai suffered from insomnia again, but without any hesitation, he started to lie on the bed with one eye open and send a message, asking Zhang Nian, "Are you asleep?"

A few seconds later, I received two words: "I didn't sleep."

"Still sleeping?" Zhang Nian asked again.

The liquid spread on the eyeballs, forming a cool and moist film of water. Liu Xiaobai is willing to take Zhang Nian's long-standing or ever-present concerns to heart; he is more contradictory, more extremely sad, and even desperate up.

Otherwise, it will not be silent until now.

The cold quilt touched the soles of the feet, Liu Xiaobai replied: "I can't sleep."

"Guess what I'm thinking?"

Liu Xiaobai didn't understand Zhang Nian's mood when he typed this sentence. He was still lying on the bed with his legs bent, biting the bent knuckle of his index finger with his teeth.

"Missing me?"

Liu Xiaobai's smile disappeared in time.

Zhang Nian only replied with one word: "Yes."

During the Spring Festival, there is always a sense of ritual of unknown origin, and the night is sensual; Liu Xiaobai put the mobile phone with the screen on on his chest, and all he could think of was the word "um" from Zhang Nian.

When people break through concealment and shackles, they always put on an unprecedented heroic cloak, and those who make jokes hope that their jokes are the truth.

Liu Xiaobai sat up, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't touch the switch of the overhead light for a long time. On the far right of the closet was a dark gray turtleneck sweater. Liu Xiaobai thought it looked good, so he put it on.

Standing next to the truth, he had already glimpsed everything beautiful and thrilling in the window.

The content of Liu Xiaobai's lie was: "I need the answer to Mathematics Extension Paper [-]."

"I'm already out."

"rain."

When he was drowsy and suddenly so desperate, Liu Xiaobai escaped Wang Yanwen's seemingly empty guard, and he slipped out of the house in the middle of the night, stepping on the reflective rainwater on the ground.

You don't need an umbrella.

The city hasn't gone to sleep yet. In a thousand bars and tearooms, there are stories of everyone. The black and the light rain are closely intertwined. There is such a thin and lingering beauty, and there are two points of desolation.

The scarf was around Liu Xiaobai's neck like a pile of soft snow.

His cold and wet fingertips touched the screen of the phone, and when he typed all the words, he had the illusion that life was in chaos. He didn't have time to think about all the consequences, he just wanted to possess.

Zhang Nian stood up abruptly from the sofa, holding the phone without saying a word, while Zhang Qi casually looked up at him.

Liu Xiaobai asked: "Do you like me? Do you like me?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qi placed the peeled hazelnuts on the plate in front of him.

Zhang Nian walked with the wind, and after stuffing his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, he only left one sentence: "It's okay."

However, he did not forget to bring the answer with the expansion roll, which must be rolled up and stuffed in the pocket of the thick coat; the yard is empty, and the roads in the community hidden among the green plants are also empty, and those raindrops as thin as needles It hit the bridge of the nose, waking up from the coma in the dark night.

The convenience store at the gate of the community is open 24 hours a day. Most of the time, this is the place where Liu Xiaobai waits for Zhang Nian. The blue door is lit with a deserted and white light, fainted in the falling raindrops.

Liu Xiaobai was standing not far from the convenience store, wearing thick clothes, but without an umbrella, the street lights were not too bright, and the dark light and bright light met on the face of the person.

Zhang Nian's next few steps were a bit slow, his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his thick coat, and he held the rolled up answer sheet tightly.

"The answer to the extension paper." Zhang Nian said.

He was holding the rolled up paper, as if he was completing some sacred handover ceremony, his expression and standing posture were very solemn; Liu Xiaobai's eyes drifted to the side again, not daring to look at him.

The rain also seemed to be falling solemnly.

Vehicles drive by on the road, tires squeeze the wet road, seem to separate just before the glue, and then stick into the ear.

Liu Xiaobai came over, he didn't walk very fast, the white part of the canvas shoes was stained with light brown muddy water, he arrived in front of Zhang Nian within five seconds, and looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Nian's smile was hidden deep in his eyes, and he suddenly asked him pretending to be serious.

The rain fell on the hair of the two people, forming white water droplets, like fog, with a clear and hazy feeling. Liu Xiaobai didn't reach out to pick up the paper in Zhang Nian's hand, he tilted his head slightly, and didn't smile.

Ask: "What do you think?"

Zhang Nian didn't respond, he thought about what to do next probably a thousand times in his heart, but suddenly he couldn't say anything, he had too much to say, and he became entangled for a while.

Liu Xiaobai turned his head to look at the spiers of western-style buildings not far away, his hands were put into the pockets of his down jacket, his chin was buried by the wrapped scarf, and his mouth was pursed into a line of useless color.

"Why should you, why should I? I have done the most mindless thing in my life. You are right, I am really brainless." When criticizing himself, Liu Xiaobai always stared at the leaves of the low bushes. , he nodded his chin, so he stopped talking.

Zhang Nian's hand holding the paper began to tremble and become sore.

He was about to raise his hand to tear off the messy thread on the edge of Liu Xiaobai's scarf. He was still worried that he would scare him if he did something out of line... Zhang Nian let out a sigh of relief, and he also pursed his lips. .

In the drizzle, a big one accidentally fell down and hit Liu Xiaobai's shoe toe. He moved his feet, then raised his eyes and stared at Zhang Nian.

Liu Xiaobai's brows were lightly furrowed, as if there were too many questions in his expression, and it seemed to be a kind of coquettishness hidden in indifference; he suddenly didn't look like that high school boy pretending to be careless, or the former main force of the school football team .

He fell silent as if suddenly in the night, and in his sleep he was still listening to the blue glass vessel of the world.

He leaned forward, firmly and suddenly pressed his lips to Zhang Nian's.

The wind disturbed the falling leaves, and the water droplets suddenly fell in a lot of trouble, adhering to people's eyelids, colder than bitter eye drops.

Zhang Nian withdrew his hand holding the paper.

Liu Xiaobai left, probably flustered and shy. He turned around and walked firmly along the side of the road. He even started to trot, ran for a few steps and then stopped, continuing to walk.

Zhang Nian chased him and shouted: "What's the matter, you? Is it right that you don't admit it after kissing?"

There were sporadic pedestrians in the dark on the side of the road, spinning tiredly above the rainy night, Liu Xiaobai was caught by the sleeves of Zhang Nian who was chasing him, and he was almost carried around in a circle.

"No denial."

"I like it." As Zhang Nian was speaking, he suddenly grabbed Liu Xiaobai's icy right hand and clenched it tightly.

Liu Xiaobai took out his new phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and handed it to Zhang Nian.

Liu Xiaobai, who was smiling, had a halo from the street lamp on his face, Zhang Nian pulled his right hand hard to touch Zhang Nian's cold cheek, neither of them was gentle, their movements were jerky and tough.

It's too sudden, it's not fun or interesting at all, the most is just the pulsating excitement, which fills every inch of people's nerves.

"Take it, it's yours." Zhang Nian said.

Liu Xiaobai was trying to break free from his innocent right hand, his knuckles were stiff and curled up, and there was a mark on Zhang Nian's cheek, he saw Zhang Nian's smile emerging from the bottom of his eyes, dyed on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid of my mother and them."

The breath after the words has not been adjusted evenly. Liu Xiaobai is confused in the middle of the night. He rejects sensibility, but he is the most sensual person. Therefore, when Zhang Nian's breath touches the tip of his nose, the senses will disappear. .

This time it's not touching, it's not stealing, it's not robbing, it's not hugging.

It is a real and long kiss, and there is a naked love tightly in the kiss. The teenager is a little beast that fights endlessly, offering its tentacles to the thick forest, and offering bravery for a love full of heart.

Covered by his hood, Liu Xiaobai suddenly felt that his eyes were covered with soft fluff. He didn't want to think anymore, and he didn't want to worry or resent;

He knew that Zhang Nian eventually became a crease in his life that could no longer be healed.