rose memory

Of course it is impossible for Shen Xing to fall in love with Meng Xian, how could the transference be so fast, he was just surprised.

He didn't completely lose consciousness during the time he was lying on the bed, and he couldn't help remembering that when he and Meng Xian met at the school gate for the second time, the other party directly touched his hand.

This time they even matched their foreheads.

Because of certain things, Shen Xing was not able to have skin-to-skin contact with others. Once there was an uncovered touch, he would be shivering with chills and vomit, and if it was serious, he might faint directly.

He was surprised that time at the school gate, but this time he knew in a daze that Meng Xian was touching him, but he had no resistance as if he was acting on instinct.

He also deluded himself into thinking that he was weak and too lazy to resist, so he tentatively touched the other party's hand when he took the cup, and the final result made him dumbfounded.

Shen Xing has this problem, if it is not cured, he will be alone for the rest of his life. After all, he doesn't think that his appearance is so good that anyone is willing to play Plato with him, and he doesn't want to be abstinent for the rest of his life.

It's strange that he got better all of a sudden, and it's only for Meng Xian.

Shen Xing felt a bit sad in his heart, the empty room was not very bright, he pressed and pressed the desk lamp beside the bed, the warm light flickered non-stop.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains. The moon was extraordinarily bright tonight, but the moonlight was not dazzling. Maybe it was really good luck, or maybe something had changed in his mood.

When he returned to the bed, he finally let go of the desk lamp, he didn't want to pay Meng Xian for breaking it, it would not be cheap at first sight.

is a dream.

"Brother!" He shook his brother's shoulders, raised one hand to prop himself up from the bed, and inserted the other into his brother's curly hair.

His brother told him that his ancestors had a bit of white blood, so his brother's skin always looked lighter than ordinary people, and the same hair was also a bit naturally curly.

His brother opened his eyes and asked him, "Xiaoxing, why are you up?"

"Look at the moon outside!" He lifted his brother's body, and whispered to his brother's ear: "Look at the moon outside, isn't it very round and bright?"

His brother sat up and looked out the window, he saw the silvery moonlight shining on his brother's face, his already white skin seemed to be glowing.

His heart suddenly stopped beating.

He didn't understand why at the time, but now he understood, but the person disappeared.

"It's very beautiful." His brother responded very appreciatively.

"Let's go to sleep after seeing the moon?" He asked courteously.

His brother smirked: "No, I'm tired."

Hearing this, Shen Xing held his breath, rolled his eyes for a while, and then moved his lips to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it. I don't eat people." His brother rubbed Shen Xing's hair.

"Then I said it." He said.

His brother replied: "Yeah."

"Brother, can you dry your hair before going to bed?" He blinked.

"Why?" His brother "modestly asked for advice".

He wondered why his brother didn't even know this: "Because if the hair is not dry, you will have a headache when you sleep."

His brother reluctantly said: "How do you know?"

He rubbed his hair, hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Because I used to be the same as brother."

"What kind?" His brother was still asking.

"Just..." Halfway through his words, he was suddenly interrupted by an angry cock crow.

"Okay, let's watch the moon together, and sleep after our hair is dry." His brother smiled.

"Why does your chicken crow in the middle of the night?" his brother suddenly asked.

"I... don't know." Shen Xing continued, "They don't usually do this."

The moon that day was really big, round and beautiful.

Shen Xing is so beautiful that until now, seeing the moon again is still a conditioned reflex from the heart...

fear.

But he always looked at it over and over again, he didn't want to torture himself, he just wanted to get out and start again, but in the past two years, every time he dreamed back at midnight, his body still stiffened when he saw the moonlight projected by him.

When Shen Xing opened his eyes, it was pitch black, the moon probably hid in the clouds, he got up and turned on the light, picked up the phone next to the pillow and realized that he had barely slept for two hours.

He just walked to the door and wanted to push the door to wash off the sticky tears on his face.

The door suddenly opened.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Xian asked.

"Me?" Shen Xing asked doubtfully.

Meng Xian's gaze swept across the tears on Shen Xing's cheeks inadvertently, and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Xing walked past Meng Xian to the bathroom, Shen Xing with a hoarse throat didn't want to say anything more, so Shen Xing said, "En."

This is a particularly horrific nightmare.

Meng Xianyu was behind Shen Xing. In the bathroom, Meng Xian scooped up a handful of water and slapped it on his face. He suddenly looked at himself in the mirror. The thick dark circles under his eyes were like ink blobs rubbed on by someone. He was trembling, and he didn't know why, probably because his mind was uncontrollably recalling the scene in his dream again.

The moonlight is no longer beautiful, but pale and cold enough to make people tremble.

The bathroom door was not closed, Meng Xian could go in anytime, but he didn't.

Seeing the silence inside for a long time, Meng Xian saw the veins on his forehead twitch violently. When he walked to the door, he saw Shen Xing staring at the mirror in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In a daze, he seemed to see that when he went to pick up Shen Xing, Shen Xing was frozen in place like a sculpture, with such confusion in his eyes, what was he thinking at that time?

He was suddenly afraid that Shen Xing would collapse again in the next moment, and then wake up and tell him that it was because he was allergic to water or something.

A few nights ago, Shen Xing said: "Are you here to pick me up and go back to your home?" He originally said that he wanted to listen to Song Yuan, but later he realized it was not.

What Shen Xing dreamed just now was "Brother." Does he have any other brothers?

Who does Shen Xing keep in mind?

When Shen Xing walked to the bathroom door, Meng Xian suddenly stretched out his hand across the exit, he looked at Shen Xing and said, "You..."

"What's wrong?" Shen Xing looked up at Meng Xian, originally he was shorter than Meng Xian, and the floor of the bathroom was much lower than outside.

However, Meng Xian suddenly paused for a long time, Shen Xing looked at him and waited for him to finish speaking.

"Go to bed early." Meng Xian dropped the words and turned around.

Shen Xing just wanted to say hello, but the other party had already left. He saw Meng Xian first went to the study room and turned off the lights, and then went back to the guest bedroom.

Meng Xian thought as he walked, he only saw Shen Xing fall asleep two hours ago, and Shen Xing also stayed in the study for two hours before, so what was Shen Xing doing in the study for those two hours.

Shen Xing returned to his room, "go to bed early" as Meng Xian wished.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the room was empty. The bedroom was very bright, but the living room was dark. He walked to the French windows and opened the curtains, and he froze in place the next moment.

Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the yard is full of yellow roses, densely covering almost every inch of land in his field of vision, leaving only a path for people to walk through.

Meng Xian...

If it's not an infatuated kind, then it's a real person, as the name suggests, who is too idle to die.

Shen Xing turned his stiff neck and planned to pack up his things and leave after a brief wash, but the door opened the next moment.

Meng Xian walked in, and he leaned into Shen Xing's ear and said, "Are you interested in going out for breakfast together?"

Shen Xing opened his eyes wide and was amazed at how the eldest young master was so close to the people.

Meng Xian had already pulled him out.

An ordinary noodle shop.

The noodle shop after seven o'clock in the morning was extremely lively, and the small space was very noisy. Shen Xing propped his chin with one hand, and gently stirred the noodles with the disposable chopsticks with the other.

Meng Xian looked at him with a smile, waiting for Shen Xing to express his opinion.

"Why isn't mine spicy?" Shen Xing asked.

Meng Xian said, "Do you eat spicy food?"

"I don't choose." Shen Xing said disconsolately.

"Actually, you can add it, but you'd better not eat it..." Meng Xian said and wanted to get up.

"I said I won't pick." Shen Xing said as he stuffed a chopstick into his mouth.

Shen Xing swallowed this mouthful and didn't take another mouthful. He raised his head and glanced at Meng Xian, and couldn't help frowning.

"Why did you come to this kind of place?" Shen Xing didn't quite understand, even though he didn't know Meng Xian the first time, he didn't know the background of the other party, but after last night, how this man made people feel , like a little prince who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, or the kind who is in the rebellious period.

This kind of noodle restaurant, sitting here, Meng Xian is not very awkward, this unexpected fit made Shen Xing inexplicably panicked, he always felt that the other party was going to throw out a set of moving words to tell his sad story Childhood, family misfortune and so on.

"Why can't you come?" Meng Xian said, "Is there a sign at the door saying 'Meng Xian is not allowed to enter.'?"

After Meng Xian finished speaking, he suddenly let out an oh, as if he had just realized the meaning in Shen's jargon, and said, "Then where do you think we should go? Isn't it too reserved to make such a request on the first day of cohabitation..."

Although Meng Xian looked like he hadn't turned on the door, but in fact the sole of his foot was on the brake, and when Shen Xing felt a little disgusted, he pressed the brake firmly.

"Meng Xian, is there something wrong with you?" Shen Xing interrupted.

Meng Xian acted as if he hadn't heard the insult. He continued, but changed the subject: "You must think I'm a young master from a rich family, but I'm not. I..."

"Isn't your family rich?" Shen Xing asked back.

"No." Meng Xian said, "I don't live with my family, I have my own business, and I'm not young anymore, I'm 22."

Meng Xian said that he did not know where to get a bottle of chili powder, and began to pour it into Shen Xing's bowl, and then evenly stirred it with chopsticks.

After finishing, he looked up at Shen Xing.

Shen Xing didn't speak again after he finished speaking, his eyes were dimmed, and he stared blankly at him.

Meng Xian didn't know, so, don't this kid think he's old?

"Meng Xian." Shen Xing said lightly.

"Huh?" Meng Xian replied.

"Do you think playing with me is fun?" Shen Xing said.

Meng Xian's face darkened and he immediately realized that the situation was not good. He remedied: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Did you find out about my brother?" Shen Xing asked coldly.

Meng Xian said, "Song Yuan? You..."

"No." Shen Xing's words were obviously very short, but Meng Xian felt as if they were mixed with ice scum.

"Do you have another brother?" Meng Xian asked, and when he said this, he spoke very slowly.

"..." Shen Xing was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, this movement was very incongruous with his current expression, like a red flame suddenly ignited in a lump of ice slag.

"It's gone." Shen Xing said, and then he picked up the noodles as if nothing had happened, chewed them in his mouth, and then said very naturally: "It's much better after adding spicy."

Meng Xianjing didn't say much about the accident just now, the brakes had already been slammed to death, and everything had to be suspended, so he just hummed lightly at that time.

Countless times afterwards, Meng Xian thought, if he had asked a few more questions at that time, would he not have missed it again later.

But just like what was sung in a certain youthful and sad song, it is a pity that there is no such thing, and the gap between the world and the north is doomed.