live next door

Meng Xiu's computer is in the bedroom, and Yong Xiang can hear the sound of Meng Xiu typing on the keyboard while lying on the bed, sometimes tense and orderly, sometimes quiet as nothing.When it is tense and orderly, it is when Meng Xiu has ideas, and when it is quiet, it is Meng Xiu who is thinking about the plot behind or thinking about how to write it properly.

Yong Xiang remained motionless, and cars passed by outside the window from time to time, making noises.He can't sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dim light in the room.The lights in the bedroom were turned off, and Meng Xiu turned on a desk lamp next to the computer.

Yongxiang saw Meng Xiu's figure magnified and projected on the white wall, he stretched out his hand, the shadow of his hand poked Meng Xiu's shadow, Meng Xiu did not respond.

He turned his hand into a hammer and hit Meng Xiu on the head, but Meng Xiu still didn't respond.Only Yongxiang and the two shadows know all this.

Yong Xiang was having a great time playing alone, Meng Xiu suddenly turned around, Yong Xiang was startled, and quickly put down his hands.

"What are you doing?" Meng Xiu turned back and turned off the computer and lamp, and the room became dark.

Yong Xiang whispered: "It's nothing, have you finished writing?"

"Yeah." Meng Xiu stood up and stretched, "The two chapters are over. Why are you still awake? Did I disturb you while typing?"

"No." Yong Xiang heard Meng Xiu take off his T-shirt, "I was a little excited on the first night of the holiday."

Meng Xiu smiled: "It's time to be excited. It's the third grade of junior high school. Enjoy your current vacation."

Yong Xiang was taken aback: "Is the third year of junior high very hard?"

Meng Xiu pulled back the quilt: "There is no suffering in the third year of high school."

Yongxiang moved inside, and tentatively said: "Brother Yixiu, Brother Qiu has already found a girlfriend, why are you in no hurry?"

Yu Qiu and his girlfriend met on a social software, after a few visits, they made the right choice and found out.

Yong Xiang heard a voice very close to his ear, it came from the pillow over there: "I'm not interested now, I'm busy coding."

In two years, Meng Xiu wrote two novels with more than 20 words, and both of them ended.

Yong Xiang clicked his tongue: "If you don't talk about it, you will grow old."

Meng Xiu didn't care: "I'm old now, I'm already 24."

"You're 11 years older than me?"

"Ten years and four months, just celebrated my birthday."

"You...don't plan to find a girlfriend?"

"Not at the moment."

Yong Xiang asked jokingly: "Then think about a boyfriend."

"Not interested either."

Yong Xiang saw a ray of light hitting Meng Xiu's face suddenly. Meng Xiu's eyes were tired and his face was a little pale, which was because he had not seen the sun for a long time.

Meng Xiu said, "Go to sleep, it's one o'clock in the morning."

After that, the beam of light disappeared, and the source of the light was placed on the bedside table by Meng Xiu, and there was a bang.In fact, he played very lightly, but now there is silence, so the sound is very loud.

Yong Xiang nodded in the dark and closed his eyes.But he couldn't fall asleep, he heard Meng Xiu's breathing became steady and then became the only sound in the night, he still couldn't fall asleep.

At night, it seems that everything that should be thought or should not be thought has emerged.I said forget it before, but now I am a little unwilling.

Yongxiang stretched out his arm to Mengxiu's side, and slowly, the fingertips felt warm, and then the warm skin.He touched Meng Xiu's arm, and when he touched him, he withdrew his hand suddenly. When the temperature of his fingertips disappeared, the temperature in his mind also disappeared, and when the heartbeat of two people became Meng Xiu's alone again in the dark night, Yong Xiang stretched out his hand again.

Meng Xiu slept soundly at night, but after sleeping for a while, he would be woken up by a little sound.

This time it was Meng Xiu's stomach.Meng Xiu's stomach is soft, but there is not much fat, and it is still a little cold.Yong Xiang wanted to touch it a little further, and when he was about to touch the other side of Meng Xiu's waist as if embracing Meng Xiu, his hand was suddenly held by another hand.

Meng Xiu's low voice came: "What are you doing?"

Yong Xiang was already very close to Meng Xiu, and when Meng Xiu spoke, it was as if he was speaking in his ear.

Yongxiang froze instantly, his hand was held by Meng Xiu, to be precise, it was pressed on Meng Xiu's waist, he still seemed to be holding Meng Xiu now.After a while, he said cautiously, "I'm hot."

Meng Xiu kicked his leg: "I'm not hot? Your hand is so hot and you stretch it out, and it's so hot and you still come over. I fell asleep and was woken up by your heat. You are like a small stove."

Yong Xiang withdrew his hand and moved inside.

Meng Xiu said again: "Why is your heart beating so fast? I heard it all."

Yong Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You scared me by speaking suddenly."

Meng Xiu probably didn't expect what a thirteen or fourteen-year-old brat or the same sex would think of him, so he apologized, "I'm sorry, it's mainly because I wake up from the heat and feel uncomfortable."

Yong Xiang whispered: "It's okay, I'll sleep farther this time."

"Yeah." Meng Xiu was a little annoyed, "Don't come closer! If you wake me up from the heat, you can sleep on the sofa."

Yong Xiang said impatiently: "Understood."

The bedroom became quiet again, and Yongxiang's heartbeat gradually subsided.After that, Yong Xiang and Meng Xiu slept in the same bed many times, but the more he told himself not to think about something, the more he thought about it.It's like the more you are afraid of the dark, the more things you will think of in the dark.

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Time flies, and the first year of the third year of junior high school has passed like this.

Nothing major happened this year, that is, whether to continue in high school or not, Yong Xiang had several serious discussions with his parents.Yongxiang didn't want to continue studying. During the senior high school entrance examination, his parents were afraid of affecting his mood and thus affecting his grades, so they didn't say much.

At the end of the senior high school entrance examination, his parents came to pick him up, and the family of three sat together and had a good meal.They haven't sat down to eat together for a long time, either Yongxiang is going to school, or Dad is away on a business trip.

Yongxiang should be happy that the family of three got together for dinner, but he couldn't be happy when he was halfway through the meal.

Because mom and dad began to secretly talk about the various benefits of continuing to study, Yongxiang didn't want to hear it, but she tried her best to endure it until the mom said: "If you don't study, you're as worthless as the next door."

Meng Xiu didn't participate in the whole process, and Yong Xiang really couldn't think of why his mother would involve him.Yong Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, patted his chopsticks and said loudly: "Have you finished talking? Eat well after talking!"

The old mother stared, and also patted the chopsticks: "How dare you teach your mother a lesson?"

Yongxiang folded her arms, her face full of displeasure: "You don't have to worry about my affairs, I don't want to study, and I can't afford high school."

"You!" Mom pointed at his hand that seemed to be trembling slightly, "What are you talking about? Why are you so young if you don't study?!"

Dad stopped eating, and looked at Yongxiang: "You are still young, you must finish high school, and you will be able to venture out after you become an adult."

Yongxiang didn't resist his father that much, because his father never cared much about him.Now that Dad has spoken, Yongxiang can't lose his temper so much, so he calmed down and said, "I don't want to study anymore, sitting in the classroom is boring."

Dad’s tone was not as tough as mom’s. Dad said: “But you are not yet an adult, and you can’t find a job without studying. The minimum recruitment for our company is a bachelor’s degree. What do you think you can do now?”

Yongxiang didn't think too much, but he never wanted to study.Now when Dad asks, he can't answer.

The mother stood aside, staring at Yongxiang and said: "Now you go to move bricks for others and they don't want you. You are only 14 years old, and they dare not want you."

Yongxiang was a little dissatisfied after hearing this, and her tone became tough again: "I can go to Brother Qiu, or I can be like Brother Yixiu..."

With a slap, my mother slapped Yongxiang's face, and Yongxiang looked up unexpectedly at the standing mother. The mother's face was full of resentment: "Do you want to get a haircut or stay at home for the rest of your life? You like this What can I get out of it?"

Think about the children of two college students who have only graduated from junior high school, and my mother can't afford to lose this person.

Dad pulled mom away, patted mom on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, the child will always have his own ideas when he grows up." Then dad turned his head to Yong Xiang, who hadn't reacted, and said, "Don't hate your mom, either. Your mother is just in a hurry."

One side of Yong Xiang's face was sore and numb. He watched his father's mouth open and close. It seemed that it took 5 minutes to realize what his father said. He sneered, got up and pulled the chair out, opened the door again hit on.

He also seemed to hear his mother yelling behind him: "If you don't hide in the bedroom, hide in the next door. What's the deal with the next door? If I knew it, I wouldn't have come here..."

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After finishing the junior high school part, slowly enter the high school part