Wildfire Mambo

Zhou Shuchen also forced Jian Zhuo to keep talking with him on the way here by car, but he didn't speak.Jian Zhuo's mind was blank, listening to the fuzzy music from Zhou Shuchen's car radio.

All kinds of things at the banquet flashed back in Jian Zhuo's mind, and he remembered a lot at that moment, and began to be confused, wondering if everything he had lost could only be exchanged for a broken halberd in the end.

Thinking of the night when his mother found out that he hadn't filled out his volunteer application, she rushed into his room, smashed the electronic organ left by his father like a madman, and tore off the posters beside his bed, with some confusion in her mouth words, making a sword and spear to pierce his round shield engraved with ideals.

Jian Zhuo has always been unwilling to be in the center of disputes, and hearing her words made me sad, so he wanted to leave without taking anything extra.

But he couldn't forget the look in her eyes when he walked out of the house and looked back.It was red, flickering, mixed too much, as if telling him not to go, the emotion was so strong that it almost turned into a roar.He only took one quick look before forcing himself to look back.

Leaving the shelter of his home, the thick cumulus clouds covering the sky in the overcast Chengdu press down on his spine, exerting force for a long time, making it difficult for him to breathe, and making him bow his head.

Jian Zhuo wanted to drive away those untimely memories, staring at the silver watch almost ecstatically, but suddenly his eyes turned red, and he called out "Zhou Shuchen" in a low voice, but still couldn't get rid of her eyes at that time. Time was also blocked: "You also...do you think I'm a bad boy?"

Feeling like Xi Chao patted him, Jian Zhuo opened his mouth in a daze, and hurriedly explained in confusion: "But I don't smoke, drink, take drugs, don't like to fight, and have never done anything harmful."

Zhou Shuchen at the other end remained silent.

In the middle of the night, the radio station broadcast an English dreampop, and Jian Zhuo listened to the intermittent melody folded by the electromagnetic field, as well as Zhou Shuchen's shallow breathing.

Jian Zhuo leaned on the railing and looked up the viaduct repeatedly, seeing the long tail of light left by the traffic passing by like delayed photography in his eyes.He had long been unable to think about why Zhou Shuchen didn't answer him, until he noticed that the white light was pouring over, illuminating a bluestone field in front of him.

He heard the sound of the car door being closed, raised his head hastily, and saw Zhou Shuchen walking towards him quickly, wrapped in the heat inside the car, standing in front of him.

The blood coagulation factor has been working hard for a long time, and it didn't make Jian Zhuo bleed a lot. The viscous liquid snaked and climbed on the black flame on his arm, like a sacrifice.

Zhou Shuchen frowned, his chest heaved violently, he didn't say anything, he squatted down to disinfect and debride his wound, and when he removed the bloody tissue sticking to the wound, he saw the cracked bone.

"Can you move your fingers?" Zhou Shuchen quickly bandaged him with a tourniquet and tightened it tightly, the blood was blocked back, and the upper reaches turned red.

"I can't move anymore..." Jian Zhuo was so painful that he wanted to cry, his hands were a little numb, he just kept staring at Zhou Shuchen's hair, and asked vaguely, "Is this all right?"

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Jian Zhuo wanted Zhou Shuchen to support him, but Zhou Shuchen directly hugged him.

"I want to go home, take me back." Jian Zhuo whispered, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

"I'm afraid that your tendon will be broken again!" Zhou Shuchen didn't look at him, but just cast his eyes straight forward, his voice trembled slightly when he yelled these words.

Jian Zhuo was a little confused, he never thought that Zhou Shuchen would have such an expression.

Clasping Zhou Shuchen's front with his left hand tightly, and smelling his familiar scent of vetiver, Jian Zhuo sticks to Zhou Shuchen's shoulder, thinking in a daze, and then is engulfed in that smell again and again as he tosses and falls, Those chaotic emotions just now dissipated for some reason.

"It's so ugly." Jian Zhuo came out of the sewing room and spread his palms in front of Zhou Shuchen's eyes.The black thread became an earthworm, coiled in his palm.

As a result, Zhou Shuchen was anxious all the way, afraid of scratching the median nerve or tendons, and after talking with the doctor, he confirmed that it was because Jian Zhuo said that he couldn't move his fingers because his hands were numb.

Jian Zhuo unexpectedly sat beside Zhou Shuchen very obediently, and kept looking up at him without saying a word, because he felt that Zhou Shuchen didn't look very easy to provoke.

Zhou Shuchen had nothing to do with him, his heart was softened by the scorching eyes, and he said after a while: "If you get hurt again next time, don't pull out the pierced thing, the blood loss will be very fast."

Jian Zhuo kicked his legs, repeatedly inspecting the pair of small lightnings that scratched his feet.He also heard Zhou Shuchen ask him if it hurts, but he still felt the pain in his heart was greater than the pain in his body.

He shook his head to answer Zhou Shuchen, and the short braid jumped along with his movement.

Doctors and patients in the emergency room in the middle of the night are in a hurry, coming and going.

Zhou Shuchen saw that Jian Zhuo was always staring at the family members who were feeding in the infusion area, lowered his eyes and took out a plate of milk tablets from his pocket, and the tinfoil made a crisp sound as he moved.He originally wanted to give it to Jian Zhuo directly, but felt that he might not be able to exert enough strength, so he peeled off a piece and handed it to Jian Zhuo's holding left hand.

Jian Zhuo really thought it was troublesome, he didn't even want to move, so he just took it with his mouth.The milk piece was infected by the hot temperature of his lips and tongue, and secreted a small amount of milk flavor.He poked out his tongue to grab it, but it also touched Zhou Shuchen's fingertips.

"Not sweet." Jian Zhuo expressed his opinion.

"Still want to ask for candy from the dentist?"

Jian Zhuo wonders if dentists are so rigid, because they are afraid of dental caries and they want to give up the happiest factor in the world?

But Jian Zhuo hadn't eaten this kind of thing much, and the taste was quite novel after trying it.

Zhou Shuchen thought that Jian Zhuo didn't seem very interested, and was a little frustrated, so he warned himself not to flip through the parenting magazines Chen Xu spread on the table in the future.

Sure enough, the things learned in magazines to coax children are really unreliable, and the results are so subtle everywhere.Not only can't it be eaten by the children in their clinic, but it turned out that it can't be eaten by this oversized child.

Just as he was about to put the milk tablets back into his pocket, Jian Zhuo actually reached out to snatch the remaining milk tablets in his hand, and put them into his jacket logically, and explained to Zhou Shuchen's eyes: "... I didn't like to eat too sweet."

The surgeon in the suturing room was too busy, so another nurse came in and called in a hurry. The situation was urgent, so the doctor saw that Jian Zhuo's handling was almost the same, and asked him to do the follow-up gauze wrapping by himself or ask a nurse.But Jian Zhuo seems to have the special ability to disobey the doctor's orders, and he just popped out with his hands raised.

Zhou Shuchen took the gauze and tape from the nurse, helped his wrist, and asked softly, "How did you do it?"

"It's nothing." Just after Jian Zhuo finished speaking, seeing Zhou Shuchen's expression, he knew that he must be dissatisfied with the answer, and explained eagerly, "It's really nothing. I'm unlucky to meet an alcoholic."

"You just let others beat you?" Zhou Shuchen was a little angry, and gave an answer that surprised Jian Zhuo again.

"He ran away." Jian Zhuo didn't want to say more about it.

"Why is it the right hand again?" Zhou Shuchen was wrapped in gauze, as if talking to himself.

"...Why do you know?" Jian Zhuo stared at Zhou Shuchen's hair in a daze, and asked in a low voice.

"You are not left-handed." Zhou Shuchen said, "But when I saw you at the party that day, you were eating with your left hand."

Zhou Shuchen frowned at him, wanted to say something but didn't say anything in the end.

Jian Zhuo hurriedly glanced at the wall clock hanging on the top of the hospital, the two sections of needles were close together with only a small distance, he still felt embarrassed after thinking about it, "I'm bothering you again."

Zhou Shuchen didn't answer, and lightly put his gaze on Jian Zhuo's face, staring at Jian Zhuo so embarrassedly.

Suddenly, suddenly said: "Xiao Zhuo is not a bad boy."

He actually answered the words that Jian Zhuo had scrambled in a daze before.

No one knew how sad Zhou Shuchen was when he heard Jian Zhuo's confusion on the phone.He would even think idealistically, should these chaotic emotions really belong to Jian Zhuo?

Zhou Shuchen's impression of Xia Tian was already very vague, and after searching around, only the free and easy blue figure of a teenager like a pulse signal was left.

That was the second time he saw Jian Zhuo.

When he was called back to school by Jian Mo to participate in activities, Jian Zhuo just rubbed shoulders with him under the ginkgo tree, which looked very thin in summer.Denim retro high-top Converse, wide white and blue flame Japanese version of Thrasher short sleeves, Jian Zhuo didn't look back, and ran forward with all his strength to sing Eminem's Lose Yourself.

Jian Mo pointed to the stage and said that was her brother.

Zhou Shuchen was only surprised. His impression of Jian Zhuo was still that of the kid who complained that he couldn't do the job. Later, when he remembered the child's stinky way of saying "only live once", he realized that his accident was really an accident. .

Jian Mo was complaining about how careless her younger brother was, he didn't go to college and went to work in music, causing trouble for her every day so that she could deal with the aftermath.

The atmosphere became very dry, and the applause surged like a tide.Zhou Shuchen just laughed, looked at Jian Zhuo who was on the stage with the microphone up, and said that he did it.

He once heard Jian Mo talk about Jian Zhuo's father, and he also knew that the suffering Jian Zhuo faced was not the only one that Jian Mo mentioned.

In fact, he still wants to say a lot, "Xiao Zhuo has done a good job", "Take a break, and keep working hard" all came to his lips, but suddenly realized that it was meaningless.In this way, I don't believe Jian Zhuo again.

He knew that every time Jian Zhuo felt pain, he would continue to grow, it was a wildfire, an unquenchable flame that was rampant and brave.

The Jian Zhuo in front of me was from last summer, also from eight years ago.

Zhou Shuchen approached Jian Zhuo, and asked a little stubbornly: "Are you feeling tired?"

Jian Zhuo just stared at him blankly, suddenly felt a soreness in his nose.

"When you are sad, you can go crazy, you can scream, and you can even cry. If you encounter problems, you can come to me, maybe we can find a solution together, but don't be discouraged, and you can't give up, because all these are things you have always insisted on. You won’t be reconciled if you give up halfway.”

Zhou Shuchen held Jian Zhuo's wrist, slightly raised his eyes to look at him, "I don't want you to be unhappy."

Jian Zhuo clenched his molars with all his strength, until Zhou Shuchen finished the last sentence, uncontrollable hot tears poured out of his eyes, his throat was blocked, and he could only let out some bitter whimpers.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't shed tears during the hard times in the past, and he didn't shed tears when he was deeply hurt today.But at this moment, Zhou Shuchen just said a few words to him, which made him unable to restrain himself anymore.

The heavy trust fell on him like a rolling stone. This is the first time in Jian Zhuo's life that he has received an unreserved approval.He even felt that it didn't matter whether Zhou Shuchen's words were sincere or not, if they were coaxing or comforting, it didn't matter, he didn't care.

No one will understand how much he wants to get these simple affirmations along the way.Every little acknowledgment was like pouring oil into his torch, telling him that you could still run in the night.

Looking at the tearful child in front of him, Zhou Shuchen was completely dazed, he hurriedly pressed him into his arms, and asked him if he started to hurt again.

Jian Zhuo could only say "no" vaguely, but was choked up again.Zhou Shuchen didn't ask any more questions, but just hugged him tightly. He didn't realize that everything had changed again until he heard the sound of the New Year's Eve fireworks.

Those are fireworks that only dare to bloom in the outskirts of the city, causing many lingering sounds in the open sky.

Jian Zhuo sobbed, leaning on Zhou Shuchen's shoulder, attracted by those explosions, catching the colorful flowers through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"January [-], [-]." Zhou Shuchen said, and stretched out his hand to brush away Jian Zhuo's hypocritical tears, "It's the new year, and Xiao Zhuo is still crying."

Jian Zhuo felt ashamed, eager for quick success but backfired, still couldn't hold back the sobs, and forgot to escape from Zhou Shuchen's embrace, and only looked away, glued to the fireworks blooming in the distant sky that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Amidst the noisy fireworks, he heard Zhou Shuchen's deep voice jumping out lightly from it.

"I almost forgot to tell you." Zhou Shuchen seemed to smile, "Happy New Year, you are the most precious."