Xia Chang

It was still dark, and the sky in early spring was dark blue and quiet; Wang Zhanyan pushed open the window of the kitchen balcony.

He took a deep breath of the cool air, but he still couldn't relieve his sore and tired body after staying up all night. His brain turned on slowly and began to hum.

After the sound of "boom", the dumbbell that fell out of the closet fell to Wang Zhanyan's feet. Before he could back up, he put the stacks of clothes in the closet into the suitcase beside him.

He has a lot of clothes, hat accessories of various styles, hanging and ironed coats, and many pairs of jeans in different shades, but after thinking about it, Wang Zhanyan picked some, and he couldn't take them all away .

Ran Yuanchao seems to never be able to fold his clothes well. Even though he always puts them away carefully, his stubborn habits prevent him from becoming a very organized person. He is used to being taken care of a lot of the time.

"Throwing away again..." Wang Zhanyan threw the silver dumbbells into the basket beside the bed and yelled in a low voice, but after complaining, he suddenly sighed and stopped talking.

The light went straight into the eyes.

Wang Zhanyan felt warm palms on his waist, and he fell into the boy's arms instantly, so he leaned on him with peace of mind, and was hugged tightly.

"Hey, go to sleep." Wang Zhanyan closed his eyes.

The man's breath was dry and hot with the smell of smoke, a little choking, and spread out at the base of the ears, like raging flames.

He said, "Where are you going?"

It was a kind of questioning that was pushed hard. The boy was a little taller, almost surpassing Wang Zhanyan.

"Go home and live, live your own life well, and find an ordinary man."

"This is your home."

"No," the words were suppressed by a heavy breath, Wang Zhanyan articulated words with difficulty, it was difficult to speak when holding back tears, so his teeth were clenched, he shook his head and said, "No."

Ran Yuanchao buried his face on Wang Zhanyan's shoulder and did not speak.

"Stop smoking, you are still young, you have to protect yourself, go home and see your family more, find someone to learn from."

Wang Zhanyan is not the bravest person, because his bravery is like fireworks that bloom in an instant. He can have a one-night stand but not a lifetime; what's more, Ran Yuanchao is the most unsuitable type of person for a lifetime.

His life was naturally radiant, and the radiance seemed to be childish and playful, so it shone into the corners of ordinary people, and shone on the face of Wang Zhanyan who was sleeping.

Ran Yuanchao was restless. He stood at the door of the second bedroom and saw Wang Zhanyan lock the huge dark blue suitcase. He suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Wang Zhanyan's thin wrist.

The violent and impulsive young man wanted to hit him recklessly, or throw him on the bed and slap him again.

But the reality is that in a second of lax and pity, Ran Yuanchao was pushed by Wang Zhanyan in front of the closet next to the wall. The sound came from the impact of bones and wooden furniture, and Ran Yuanchao's fair forehead fell straight to the sharp corner of the cabinet.

He frowned and fell to the ground.

His breastbone began to rise and fall rapidly, and then, the fishy liquid from the wound slid down onto his trembling eyelids.

"It's okay." The boy's eyes are full of understanding, he has already been swept away by love, he is subject to Wang Zhanyan's rebellion, and also subject to Wang Zhanyan's tenderness.

Wang Zhanyan's head was tense with the stubbornness about leaving, but at this moment, his heart suddenly softened.

So the two of them went to the emergency department of the hospital in the cold early morning of early spring, and later, they took advantage of the rising sun to go home and had breakfast on the way.

Ran Yuanchao fell asleep after taking the medicine.

He was wearing a set of gray plaid pajamas, lying on the dark blue bedding that was newly changed yesterday, and the white patch that saved the wound was attached to his forehead.

In his dream, he also held Wang Zhanyan's hand.

The breathing was even, but it made Wang Zhanyan so anxious, he slowly withdrew his right hand, stared at the peaceful eyelids of the boy in his sleep, everything was peaceful, but it was really about to be separated.

Wang Zhanyan endured the shaking of the bus window, his forehead pressed against the foggy glass, he covered his nose with a tissue, and sneezed loudly.

But tears also gushed out.

So far, there is no trace of Liu Qing. Wang Yufeng is at work, so it is always difficult to go home. His coat is thrown on the side of the sofa, and Wang Zhanyan picks it up and hangs it in the closet.

The "beep" sound of the air conditioner starting brings people into another dream.

Wang Zhanyan fell asleep on the sofa, he was not waiting for Wang Yufeng, because he really missed him, he was not waiting for Liu Qing, because she probably won't go home.

The tobacco ignited thick white smoke. After a long time, Wang Zhanyan blinked his red eyes. He threw his mobile phone to a corner of the sofa. On it was the message just sent: Come out for a drink.

Sent to a friend.

Zhang Qi's chin was stuck in the pillow, and her rest time was forced by the night play, so she could only move to the daytime, but later, she couldn't sleep during the daytime, the sound effects of the game blasted in the headphones, and her eyes were so sore that she couldn't close her eyes.

Xia Honglin started working and socializing, and Zhang Chengwei continued to live away from home all year round. Zhang Nian was sometimes at home, but recently Zhang Nian was not often there.

Zhang Nian would occasionally bring Liu Xiaobai back.

Peeping into selfish desires is like a sinful one-way mirror, Zhang Qi always examines Zhang Nian's state in the pretended plaything despondency, she buttoned up her pajamas, opened the door and left the bedroom, but the living room was empty.

The boys keep the secret behind a door.

Life seemed to be really boring. On the coffee table was the script that Zhang Qi was reading and spread out. She leaned over it again, looked at her lines marked with a highlighter, and let out a sigh of relief.

"There are three types of people," she read, "the one who is doing nothing, the one who is busy, and the one who is in love."

Also read: "I am dying now, but I am afraid of many things."

In his imagination, a tall man in a shirt and trousers was holding her in his arms, and the wind suddenly poured into his collar, making it very, very cool.

Liu Xiaobai's footsteps were different from Zhang Nian's, so Zhang Qi could hear it. She turned around and stopped him, and suddenly asked, "Brother, which university do you want to study?"

"Go north and read."

"North is also Zhang Nian's favorite."

"Ah."

Zhang Qi's feelings are very special and wonderful. She may not have been able to imagine Liu Xiaobai answering her with a certain "hmm" a long time ago, and it was related to Zhang Nian.

She didn't know what consensus Liu Xiaobai and Zhang Nian had reached, but she didn't have the desire to ask questions. She understood that when it was time to speak, Zhang Nian would take the initiative to speak up in front of his family.

But she also knew that Zhang Nian was going abroad.

"But maybe he likes the north of America. He's talking to his teacher about going abroad. I know it's not a big deal, but maybe he hasn't told you yet." Zhang Qi took a deep breath after he finished speaking, feeling that he didn't Doing good.

But of course it's not a bad thing.