Xia Chang

The mint-flavored chewing gum clings to the tip of the tongue and palate, leaving only the last trace of sweetness. Liu Xiaobai stepped on the steps by the side of the road, so he stumbled. He turned around and walked backwards.

The light from the street lamp is a warm color with a chilling effect, reflecting the face of the person in half-darkness; the wind is cool, passing through the tip of the nose, and a little bit of it slips into the nasal cavity.

"I have always known that you are going abroad, and there is no need not to mention it deliberately. I can understand."

After Liu Xiaobai finished speaking softly, he took another deep breath and swallowed the last words into his throat; he stopped and stood where he was.

Zhang Nian explained: "Zhang Qi is always like that, she thinks about everything directly and seriously."

"Isn't it serious?" Liu Xiaobai suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he raised his face, looking at the lights above his head in a circle, and at an extremely thick cloud in the night sky.

"It's true that I don't have the ability to control the overall situation, but I never lose myself because of love, and I have to pursue my dreams—"

"I didn't let you pursue your dream!" Liu Xiaobai's eyes widened, and he suddenly became serious. The next second passed, his eyes were full of tears, and his sternum even began to tremble. The secret is that it should be worn in early spring. in a thick coat.

He gasped slowly.

The grievances suddenly poured into his thoughts, and Liu Xiaobai didn't understand why he suddenly turned tit for tat. What he wanted to express was not to blame, but his tone was always blaming; while Zhang Nian was the most unable to extricate himself in love, but he suddenly expressed it openly Talk about dreams.

The flaws in thinking are tied to intimacy, and they always have to find a time to show up. If they were friends in the past, there would never be such boring conflicts between them.

Zhang Nian's eyes had eyelashes that could feather under the light, he buried his anger in his pupils, then lowered his eyes again, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, both of them seemed to be tired after a long hike.

Liu Xiaobai turned around and walked to the other side of the road. On this not-so-familiar street, he clearly knew that was not the direction to go home, but suddenly he didn't want to turn back.

Zhang Nian just stood there. He has never been a person who likes to compromise, and probably cannot accept other people's sudden and irrational remarks. What is Liu Xiaobai's satisfactory result?Zhang Nian didn't know.

Zhang Nian looked at Liu Xiaobai's back, and fell silent for a long, long time. The two of them got farther and farther away. Zhang Nian touched the tip of his cold nose with his fingers.

I don't want to say anything.

Downstairs in the garden there was a pool of stagnant water with ripples, and a child was throwing stones into it, one grain after another...they fell into the water, creating circular ripples that gradually expanded.

Ran Yuanchao's forehead was still hurt. He took another sip of the cigarette in his hand, then frowned and looked into the distance. There were always few people in the community, and the residents who came and went were in a hurry; return.

Ran Yuanchao didn't know the address of Wang Yufeng's home, nor did he contact any of Wang Zhanyan's friends, so he couldn't find a person who disappeared without authorization in a short time.

The light of the cigarette flickered, and then it was wiped out on the stone pillar by the pool, and a group of children who were playing also went home.

"Where is it?" Ran Yuanchao asked coldly and eagerly after answering the first sentence on the phone.

The person on the other side of the phone had his tongue limp in his mouth. He panted heavily, raised his voice again, and said, "Come and pick me up. I've sent you the address."

"I'm waiting for you, I'm not healed yet..." Even though his tone was indifferent, Ran Yuanchao's whole body was filled with natural attack power, he suddenly became angry, he walked forward with his mobile phone in his hand, and then, Just run.

I ran on the road under the gloomy night, blowing the wind that did not get rid of the cold air in early spring.

Ran Yuanchao's blond hair was blown wildly by the wind, until Wang Zhanyan stretched out his hand, he rubbed it lightly, smiled innocently with the smell of alcohol, and said softly, "I miss you."

"Hmm..." Ran Yuanchao's mouth stuck to the corner of his mouth.

In the bar, the lights were full of distracted colors. Wang Zhanyan's friends stood in a row, staring straight at their eyes, surprised to see Wang Zhanyan left by the little boy. The two were about the same height, but Wang Zhanyan Thinner, the whole body is a kind of natural stretch without deliberately exercising, and the body is so thin that it is visually weak.

"You never miss me." Ran Yuanchao said again.

The two were staggering, and Wang Zhanyan was thrown on the bed in the master bedroom. He returned after less than 24 hours away from home.

Wang Zhanyan opened his clear and affectionate eyes. He was still laughing. After a few seconds of silence, he pleaded and said, "Help me pick out the eyeballs."

Two transparent contact lenses were attached to his black pupils. Ran Yuanchao leaned down without hesitation. He finally found a comfortable position, bowed his waist and knelt on the floor beside the bed, and unscrewed it again. reading light.

He held Wang Zhanyan's hot cheeks and said, "You shouldn't sneak away."

"The eyes are uncomfortable."

"You only care about your own happiness, don't you?"

"I miss my mother." Wang Zhanyan is such a proud person, but at this moment, his whole face is under the soft light, and his mouth is suddenly pursed, like a little beast that has been abandoned for a long time. He raised his hand and rubbed it. With his messy bangs, he pulled the slightly longer hair of the person in front of him.

Tears slid down from the corner of his eyes.

Wang Zhanyan said again: "I miss you the most."

"it is good……"

"like you."

"it is good."

A word was squeezed out of Ran Yuanchao's throat, slightly hoarse, he waited too long, so long that he also suspected that he had a false feeling that was easy to see through; he was pinched by Wang Zhanyan's hand, and Wang Zhanyan sat up He knelt down on the bed and said, "Sit."

The smell of alcohol stained the air, as if it could make everyone in the space drunk. Ran Yuanchao took a deep breath, and the two sat on the edge of the bed with their feet hanging down, looking into each other's eyes.

Boys always have a new look every day.

Wang Zhanyan adjusted his hot breathing, and said, "I can't live without you."

Tears stained the contact lens that hadn't been taken off, and Wang Zhanyan's nose began to tremble. Suddenly, like that, he put all his courage into his arms and hugged the boy's shoulders.

"You just understand."

Ran Yuanchao was not untouched, but he was not sad, the dust settled, Wang Zhanyan, a swan growing in the storm, melted into a gentle cloud in love.

Perhaps, one day, they will put all the troubles behind them and leave together at night.