live next door

The next day, Yong Xiang got up at six o'clock on time, went out, and opened the door of Meng Xiu's house.

Meng Xiu's house is very quiet, and the living room is very tidy.Compared with six years ago, there is one more bookshelf, which is placed next to the TV. It is as tall as a person and two meters wide.Half of the space above is filled with books, which are some novels published by others and some novels that have won literary awards.

The remaining half is scattered with things, there is a pot of green plants, a pot of scented tea, and a small chinchilla ornament.

Now there is an extra puppet of "Brother Yixiu", which is ugly.

Yong Xiang opened Meng Xiu's bedroom door, and Meng Xiu was still sleeping.

Yong Xiang pulled open a corner of Meng Xiu's quilt and called Meng Xiu: "Brother Yixiu, brother Yixiu."

Meng Xiu hummed, but didn't respond, as if responding in a dream.

Yong Xiang said, "Your novel has been taken off the shelves."

Meng Xiu opened his eyes, then closed them again.

At this time, Yong Xiang already knew that Meng Xiu was awake, but he didn't want to get up.Then he said, "Didn't you say you were going for a run?"

Meng Xiu opened his eyes, lying on the bed and looking at Yongxiang.He whispered, "I don't want to go."

Yong Xiang pulled him up with some effort: "Let's go."

"Go at night." As soon as Yong Xiang let go, Meng Xiu fell back on the bed.

Waking someone up is tough, and waking yourself up is tough too.

The situation was the same the next day. Yongxiang stood by the bed and watched Mengxiu sleeping peacefully, and bent over to get close to his face: "I know there is a place where you can watch the sunrise. Get up and let's go see it together."

Meng Xiu opened his left eye: "Is it far?"

"Not far, just on the hillside behind the community."

"Okay." Perhaps it was a little embarrassing not to get up for the second time, Meng Xiu sat up and yawned, "Have you been there?"

Yong Xiang stood up straight: "I've been there."

Meng Xiu put on his clothes: "When?"

Yong Xiang sat on Meng Xiu's bed, looked out the window, and suddenly exuded a feeling of vicissitudes. He said: "When I was in high school, I woke up when I came home and I didn't want to stay at home, so I went."

Yong Xiang looked back at Meng Xiu putting on his shoes, and the vicissitudes of life had turned into a smile: "Several times I thought, it would be good if you were here. The sunrise is beautiful, maybe you can use it in writing novels."

Meng Xiu put on his shoes, stood up and rubbed Yong Xiang's head: "Let's go."

Yongxiang asked: "Aren't you going to wash?"

Meng Xiu went out first, and Yong Xiang followed.Meng Xiu replied, "Come back and wash."

Now they were lying on that hillside, and the surroundings were already bright.The outlines of the mountains to the east began to whiten.The two were lying on the green grass, with a few scattered trees behind them, and looking down from the front, one could see one piece after another of buildings.

It feels good, like a lot of things are in your hands.

Yongxiang tilted his head to glance at Meng Xiu who was beside him, and Meng Xiu felt that his eyes were also looking over.The two looked at each other, then smiled.

You don't need words to know the other person's heart, and the joy in the eyes has overflowed.

Later, when Meng Xiu wrote his novel, he mentioned the sunrise on this day. He wrote: The sky was very clear that day, and there was a white spot on the blue background, and then a few golden lights overflowed.It's like the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.Then a fiery red pill came out, getting redder and hotter.

The sun rises, and soon it will be impossible to look directly at it.The two hid in the shade of a tree on one side, Meng Xiu sat on a rock, and Yong Xiang leaned against the trunk.

Meng Xiu said, "It's beautiful."

"Yeah." Yongxiang nodded, "Brother Yixiu, do you plan to keep writing novels in the future?"

Meng Xiu didn't know why he asked this suddenly, and looked at him in surprise: "Well, what else can I do?"

"But you can't be like this every day. I told you to wake up. If you write a novel, you will have to write until midnight or the next morning..." Yong Xiang's voice was a little worried, "Your body will not be able to bear it .”

Meng Xiu smiled: "But haven't I been fine?"

"But in the future..."

"Okay." Meng Xiu interrupted him, "You still smoke, and you will get cancer and die earlier. If you quit smoking, I will go to bed early. If you can do it, I will do it."

Yong Xiang looked at Meng Xiu, hesitated for a while, and unconsciously touched his trouser pocket with his left hand, where there was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.Has he been smoking for two years?

Realizing that what he was touching was a cigarette, Yong Xiang took out the cigarette and the lighter, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and then lit it under Meng Xiu's gaze.

Instantly the smell of smoke filled the air.

Meng Xiu looked at him amusedly: "If you can't do it, then don't..."

As soon as the other words fell, Yong Xiangla stood up and walked down, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was angry.

Meng Xiu sighed: "It's okay if you don't want to quit smoking, I didn't force you to quit, did I?"

Yong Xiang took a puff of cigarette, didn't answer Meng Xiu's words, went straight to a trash can, threw the remaining cigarettes and lighters into it, then looked back at Meng Xiu: "I quit smoking, you go to bed early. More than eleven It’s not early to go to bed when you go to bed.”

Meng Xiu looked at Yongxiang in surprise: "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Yongxiang laughed suddenly, from serious to naive, "I've always wanted to do one thing, but I can't do it if I quit smoking. Brother Yixiu, do you want me to quit smoking?"

Meng Xiu was a little confused, what can't be done after quitting smoking?Still he nodded.

Yongxiang is very glad that Meng Xiu didn't say that many things you don't do for others' wishes, you do for yourself.

Maybe it was the shadow of the last strike. (Before on the train, Yong Xiang asked Meng Xiu: Do you want me to continue studying? Meng Xiu’s answer was: You don’t do many things for the hope of others, you do it for yourself.)

Yongxiang continued to smile: "Then I will quit after I finish this."

Yongxiang held the cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, lifted it up and took a sip, and raised his left hand too, stretched straight over Meng Xiu's shoulder, and supported the back of Meng Xiu's head to press it.

His right hand was put down, and his head leaned over.

Meng Xiu is a few centimeters taller than Yong Xiang, the difference is not that big.So at this height, you can kiss each other without tiptoeing or bending your knees.

Before Meng Xiu could react, a tongue broke into his mouth, and then a big smell of smoke came in, which was a bit choking.But the tongue in his mouth kept pressing against his lips, and he couldn't shut up to stop the smell of smoke from continuing to enter.

Hold!He pushed Yongxiang's chest, but he couldn't push it away.

The air that Mengxiu breathed was all Yongxiang spit out, and so did Yongxiang.

He was about to suffocate.

After Meng Xiu's mind went blank, Yong Xiang let go. Meng Xiu immediately coughed, put his hands on his knees, bent over and coughed fiercely.As for Yongxiang, he just took a deep breath, and contentedly pressed the cigarette in his right hand on the trash can to extinguish it.

Yong Xiang patted Meng Xiu on the back and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

Meng Xiu coughed for a while, stood up and stared at Yongxiang: "Are you sick?"

Because of coughing, Meng Xiu's face was slightly red. (Maybe it's from a cough.)

Yongxiang laughed twice: "Brother Yixiu, are you afraid of this?"

"I'm not afraid, I don't like it. I don't like the smell of smoke."

Yong Xiang patted Meng Xiu on the back twice again: "If I tell you to stay up like yesterday, I will use this method."

"You belong to the devil, right?" Meng Xiu patted Yongxiang's arm, which was heavy and painful.

But Yongxiang just touched the place where he was beaten with a smile, and said innocently: "I am a rabbit."

Meng Xiu laughed, and walked down the mountain with his arms around Yongxiang: "It's time to go back, I'm a little hungry." Yongxiang asked: "What do you want to eat this morning?"

"Porridge."

"What porridge?"

"Lean meat porridge and vegetable porridge are fine."

"Go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, there is no food at home."

"Ah, okay. Buy some more fruit, make a fruit salad or something."

"That would require buying many types of fruit."

"It's okay, I have money, haha."

"I mean every fruit has to be peeled, cut and mixed together. Don't you find it troublesome?"

"No trouble."

"You don't even bother to use facial cleanser in the morning, so you don't find it troublesome?"

"It's not me who does it. I see that no matter how complicated it is, others don't find it troublesome."

"..."

The weather today is good.

Sometime later, Yongxiang thought of this morning, or more precisely, the kiss of this morning. Yongxiang's deepest impression was that Meng Xiu didn't wash up, and she asked for it.At this time, Yongxiang will show disgust on his face.

But at that time, his heart was beating very fast, and there was only the smell of cigarettes in his mouth. He couldn't remember if Meng Xiu had bad breath.

The author has something to say:

Alright, that’s all for saving the manuscript, maybe it will be three shifts today, I’ll see if I can hold back a chapter in a while