Lactose intolerance

30.

If we didn't meet again and again, intentionally or unintentionally, maybe we wouldn't even be counted as acquaintances.

After Yu Xin took a shower, he sat at the desk, turned on the lamp, and spread out a diary.About a few years ago, he developed the habit of keeping a diary, but he didn't write it every day. He only opened it when he was interested, and recorded some scattered thoughts or a messy emotion.The diary was a gift from someone else, and it was blue with a cool feeling all over.

The time of the last diary was the day when I exchanged names with Tan Yang for the first time.

That day, sunny, Tan Yang.

From that day on, his life was filled with the figure of this man.

The tip of the pen drew a sharp lead mark on the paper. Yu Xin took a breath slowly, put down the pen, tore up the paper, thought for a while, and wrote two lines on the next piece of clean paper.

cloudy day.

He's here.

The yellow rhododendrons on the balcony whistled loudly, waking up the young people resting on the deck chairs below.The young man opened his eyes, but stretched out his hand and pulled the blanket covering his body to his chin.He turned his head, at this time the night had fallen, and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance stretched into a piece, reflecting the night sky red.

"woke up?"

Tan Yang was startled, straightened up and looked towards the opposite side, You Yufeng leaned on the railing on the balcony next door and looked at him with a slight smile.He had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, with an ashtray by his hand, wearing a diagonally striped tie, drooping his brows and eyes tiredly, and exhaled a puff of smoke.Seeing Tan Yang lying down again, he said, "I won't be afraid of catching a cold if I sleep here."

Tan Yang ignored him.

You Yufeng quietly finished smoking a cigarette, and put the gleaming cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Get up when you wake up, I'll cook."

The yellow cuckoo made a fuss in the cage, jumped up and down, and slapped the ashes on Tan Yang's head.Tan Yang reluctantly opened the door of the birdcage, and the fussy bird flew out and circled above his head, sang twice sadly, and went out for a stroll with its wings flapping.

Tan Yang watched it melt into the night in a few breaths, and just added some feed to the bird food bowl.

Even if an unsophisticated animal has been raised for a long time, it knows in its heart which way is the way home.

31.

There are two plates of home-cooked dishes and a bowl of soup on the table.You Yufeng smiled and asked Tanyang if it was good.Tan Yang nodded appreciatively, and moved his chopsticks even more appreciatively.

"There's nothing to be courteous about, what can I say?" Tan Yang said with a smile, "However, it's impossible to reduce or exempt the rent."

You Yufeng coughed, "I'm just pursuing you."

Tan Yang looked at his face and lost his appetite in an instant, "A good horse never turns back."

"A broken mirror can also be reshaped."

Tan Yang didn't expect You Yufeng to have such a masochistic temperament. When we were together, he was flirtatious, and the breakup was also straightforward. beated.

He sighed: "Go get plastic surgery, we can still be friends."

You Yufeng stared at him in surprise, and touched his face.

Tan Yang said: "Your brother and I are not what you think."

You Yufeng smiled, didn't speak, but clearly didn't believe it.

"What I owed him has been paid back to you."

You Yufeng raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Tan Yang gently put down his chopsticks, pulled away the chair, bent down and patted You Yufeng's face softly before leaving the dining table: "You should be smart, not everyone is a heartthrob."

When Tan Yang wants to be liked, he can make everyone like him; when Tan Yang wants to be hated, he can do it more successfully than anyone else.

The moment he walked into the bedroom, a plate of minced meat and tofu wiped his face and hit the snow-white wall, and the shattered ceramics rushed to his feet, but he didn't stop his steps.

Tan Yang stepped into the room very calmly, turned around, looked coldly at Yufeng Yufeng's fire-breathing eyes, and closed the door calmly.

After about 10 minutes, maybe half an hour, or an hour later, the man sitting at the table stood up and picked up the broom to clean up the food residues at the base of the wall. The tofu really turned into tofu residue, but the minced meat was still Minced meat.

After mopping the floor, the man stood at the door: "I'll paint the wall tomorrow. Tan Yang, I don't think I'm a good person, but you're better than me."

"You're a piece of trash," he said.

32.

The scorching sun, the chirping cicadas, the summer breeze and the big banyan tree.

Tan Yang, who just entered junior high school, was sitting in front of the grocery store, wearing shorts and a vest, biting a strawberry-flavored popsicle.The old fan behind him creaked and shook his head, blowing out even more disturbing hot air.

Sweat was already dripping from the white vest, and the boy poked his head out from time to time, looking at the empty road in the afternoon, until a figure appeared.

Also shorts and vest, black, thin, crew cut, thick eyebrows and big eyes, sweating profusely, ran in from beyond the range of sight.Seeing Tan Yang at a glance, a dark but brighter smile than the sun appeared on his face.

Tan Yang lowered his face and complained to him: "Why did you come so late! I'm going home!"

The man smiled, kept apologizing, and softly coaxed the boy who was a few years younger than him.

Tan Yang coughed twice, ordered him to sit next to him, and opened the sixth grade mathematics textbook on the table: "Did you do the homework assigned yesterday?"

"I did." He nodded, obviously older than the boy, but the posture of sitting on the chair was extraordinarily obedient.

"Did you get the answer right?"

"correct."

"How many mistakes?"

He shyly touched the back of his head and gestured with his fingers.The boy stared ferociously: "Why do you make so many mistakes on such a simple topic! You are so stupid! I can't teach you a new lesson today!"

The boy who was scolded and still cheerful looked at the boy. There was no trace of impurity in his eyes, the blackest black and the whitest white. When he stared hard at a person, that person appeared clearly in his eyes. inside.

At this time, the person reflected in his pupils didn't know that he was being seen by others. He was turning over the paper with his head bowed and muttering, intending to review the proportion problem that he talked about yesterday.

Midsummer Light Year, with that glance, that bow of the head, it might not be just those few questions that were wrong.

33.

In the past three years of junior high school, Tan Yang has completed his studies in a small town, which is where their Tan family's ancestral home is located.When Grandpa Tan Yang got old, he took his old wife back there to guard the old house, and Tan Yang was sent to their knees to have fun.

Many years ago, Grandpa Tan ran an orphanage in the small town to adopt homeless and abandoned babies.Xiao Zhan is one of the children.

From the letter left in the infancy, I learned that my biological father's surname was Xiao, and the orphanage named him Zhan, who looks forward to the future and spreads his wings.

Xiao Zhan was not suitable for studying. He was kept in several grades in elementary school, and finally entered junior high school. His studies were very difficult.At that time, Tan Yang had just transferred to a middle school in a small town, and he was among the best in the Huihui exam, so he was entrusted with Xiao Zhan's tutoring.

In return for Xiao Zhan, he often takes him out to play, in the name of being familiar with the environment and meeting new friends.

Xiao Zhan was the first person the young Tan Yang came into contact with who wore a mask every day.In the eyes of the adults, he is a simple, kind, gentle and reliable kid who doesn't like to study, but in the eyes of the other group of people, he is a fierce, rampant and undisciplined gangster.

Tan Yang smoked and drank with Xiao Zhan, stayed up late at clubs, tried almost all the things that the elders looked down upon during the rebellious youth, and even practiced some things very well, such as playing billiards.

The billiard hall in the town has no formal management. It is hidden in an abandoned factory. There are still some rusty building materials piled up in the corner. There are more than a dozen tables in it. There is a counter at the entrance to sell some drinks and snacks.

For a while, Xiao Zhan and Tan Yang often ran over the wall to play a game here.In the billiards hall, thorns gathered, and there were frequent disagreements and violent fights.Often when Tan Yang bent down and hit the white ball into the pocket with the wrong hand, Xiao Zhan was next to him, grabbing the iron rod and bursting his head with blood.

Compared with Xiao Zhan's pure violence, sometimes Tan Yang's indifference and cruelty are even more shocking.

Standing in the light, he can be an obedient and sensible boy and student, healthy and sunny, and grow upward.With his back to the light, he is like that iron rod stained with blood, cold and savage, helping the evildoers.

While Xiao Zhan was building himself, he was also ruthlessly transforming Tan Yang.

Their first kiss happened the day before the winter vacation in the third year of junior high school.Tan Yang was holding a stack of winter vacation homework, wearing a neat school uniform, and a pure white down jacket over it, and a circle of fluffy white down around the hat set off a small and delicate face.Xiao Zhan stood waiting for him outside the school gate, with dark eyes, several holes in his clothes, and a rare bruise on his face.

At that time, Tan Yang was actually tired of smoking and drinking, and he wanted to stand back under the sun.

Xiao Zhan's excited eyes, distorted face, hidden in the deep alleys are like sunflowers painted by Van Gogh, a lot of black and burning yellow, ostentatious madness and dignified despair.

Tan Yang's books were scattered all over the floor, the corners of his mouth were roughly bleeding, and his pure white coat scraped off the limestone on the wall.He didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Zhan grabbed his hand and walked deeper and deeper.