moonlight

Lin Yue took a denim jacket from the closet, put the phone in his trouser pocket and walked out.

"Going out?" Dad was standing in front of the kitchen door frame to check the situation of being smashed by him. When he saw him going out, he turned his head and asked.

"I want to go out for a breath." Lin Yue replied.

"Okay," Dad nodded, "I bought a screw from the supermarket on the way back." He knocked on the door frame twice with a screwdriver, "You're pretty strong, aren't your hands torn?"

Lin Yue glanced at his hand with the band-aid on it, looked up at his father, and walked over with some embarrassment, "Is it serious?"

"It's just that the screw is loose." Dad glanced at him, "Go out and get some air! I'm afraid you'll smash the door again soon."

"Let's go." Lin Yue took two steps forward, "Do you need me to bring anything else?"

"Buy two more cans of beer," Dad said.

Lin Yue responded, turned around and went out the door.

When he stepped out of the unit door, the cold autumn evening wind blew violently on his face, and Lin Yue immediately shrank his head and put on his denim jacket.

As he walked out, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

【Miki】Drinking?

Less than two seconds passed over there, as if the phone was still in his hand, he immediately replied.

【Hairdryer】Drink!

【Miki】See you on the rooftop

【Hair dryer】Hao Didi

【Hairdryer】Hurry up.jpg

The corners of Lin Yue's mouth turned up inadvertently, and he put the phone back into his trouser pocket, exhaled comfortably, and finally calmed down.

He bought a case of beer from the supermarket with a lollipop in his mouth, and walked towards the rooftop with the bag.

When I got there, I saw Yuan Hang leaning against the stairs waiting for him with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke surrounded him, and the flame on the cigarette butt was faintly visible.

After looking up and finding him, Yuan Hang squinted his eyes, put his hand in his pocket with a cigarette in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Here we come."

The cigarette butt shook twice under the action of closing the lips up and down.

Lin Yue nodded without saying a word, walked over and patted his shoulder and climbed up.

Yuan Hang followed with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to a flower pot, took the cigarette from his mouth, and flicked the ash on the flower pot in front of him.

Lin Yue put down the beer in his hand, looked up, and stopped immediately: "Hey - why are you flicking soot into the flower pot!"

After Yuan Hang finished listening to the music, he turned his head and looked at Lin Yue: "You really sound like my dad when you talk."

Lin Yue didn't speak. He sat on the recliner and stared at the tall building in front of him for a long time. He glanced at Yuan Hang and thought for a while, then stood up and walked over.

He pointed to the cigarette in Yuan Hang's hand: "Taste it for me."

Yuan Hang raised his eyebrows, pointed at the lollipop in his mouth, and said nothing.

Lin Yue bit the candy in his mouth two or three times, and looked up at him: "Give it to me."

"No," Yuan Hang said, "What kind of cigarettes do children smoke?"

Lin Yue looked at him, and after a while, said softly, "I want to have a taste." There was a trace of request in his tone.

Yuan Hang looked up at him.

"Give it to me?" Lin Yue said, "Just one bite."

Yuan Hang actually heard a different smell, even with the meaning of acting like a baby.

He was shaken.

"It's a bit choking for the first time, you—" Before Yuan Hang finished speaking, Lin Yue immediately snatched the cigarette from his hand and put it near his mouth.

Lin Yue stared blankly at the cigarette holder for a while, then slowly brought it to his mouth, and licked the cigarette holder casually with the tip of his tongue.

Yuan Hang's Adam's apple moved.

"Okay." Lin Yue took a puff, looked up at him, and interrupted the strange things that were about to pop up in his mind.

Yuan Hang coughed fiercely and swallowed softly: "...how is it?"

"It's not good," Lin Yue replied, "It's so bitter." He paused, "Didn't it mean that the first time I smoked, I would choke, why didn't I?"

"You didn't have a lung," Yuan Hang said, "It came out of your mouth directly."

"Do you still have to pass your lungs?" Lin Yue glanced at the last bit of smoke left.

"Crossing the lungs is not good for the body," Yuan Hang said, "Don't learn."

"What's it like to pass through the lungs?" Lin Yue asked, "Did it come out of the nasal cavity like you just did?"

"Well," Yuan Hang said, "but you—" He just wanted to stop it, but Lin Yue moved the cigarette holder to his mouth and took another puff.

This time I sucked it harder and swallowed it down.

"Ahem——" Lin Yue almost coughed up tears.He didn't care about the flower pot that didn't allow the cigarette to be flicked before, he slammed the cigarette butt in the flower pot, and waved his hand backwards, "...Damn, I'm choking to death!"

Yuan Hang laughed behind him.

Lin Yue turned to look at him, frowned and took out a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped the candy wrapper and quickly put it in his mouth.

"Damn it, I'm so miserable." Lin Yue looked at him, then took out another one and handed it to him.

Yuan Hang took it with a smile, put it in his mouth and tasted a few mouthfuls, and frowned: "What does it taste like?"

Hearing this, Lin Yue stretched out his arms and glanced at the candy wrapper in his hand, pouting and said, "Lemon."

"..." The muscles on Yuanhang's face immediately wrinkled into a ball, his expression was indescribable, "Damn..." Then he quickly pulled out the sugar in his mouth, and stuck out his tongue suddenly, "Sour..."

"You can't." Lin Yue looked at him.

"It's really sour," Yuan Hang frowned for a while, and asked, "Why do you have this smell?"

"You don't like sour?" Lin Yue asked back.

"I don't like it," Yuan Hang replied, "I don't even like sour ones."

"Then I'll change it for you." After hearing this, Lin Yue searched in his pocket.

"It smells like milk." Yuan Hang said hurriedly.

"Understood, you are so annoying." Lin Yue took out a handful and rummaged through it, found a milk-flavored one and threw it to him.

Yuan Hang had sugar in his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Let's go, drink."

The two sat on a deck chair each, pulled the tab of the beer can, and touched each other.

"Yuan Hang," Lin Yue said, "is smoking a way for you to decompress?"

Yuan Hang was stunned after hearing this, and turned to look at him: "Almost."

"Actually, you can use sugar instead." Lin Yue glanced at him.

"So lollipops are your way of decompression?" Yuan Hang asked.

"It doesn't count," Lin Yue said, "but it's better than smoke, at least it's sweet."

Yuan Hang didn't speak.

Sugar is sweet, smoke is bitter.

This is the concept in Lin Yue's heart.

But for him, cigarettes are sweeter than sugar, even addictive.

"I just took a sip," Lin Yue said, "It doesn't relieve my boredom."

"In a bad mood?" Yuan Hang asked.

"I got angry with my parents," Lin Yue took a sip of wine, "and smashed the door frame, which is quite hypocritical."

After hearing this, Yuan Hang put his eyes on his hand, only to find that there was a band-aid on the back of his right hand.

At night, the lights on the roof were weak, so he didn't pay much attention to Lin Yue's hands.

"Broken skin?" Yuan Hang pointed to his hand.

"I rubbed against it, it's not serious," Lin Yue said, "I didn't feel any pain."

Yuan Hang looked at the back of his hand, feeling uncomfortable, took a step forward, thought for a while, then backed away.

"Being angry proves that your emotions are still normal," Yuan Hang looked at him, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Lin Yue glanced at him, took a sip of his wine and said nothing, which was his tacit consent.

If one day I lose my temper, or even be indifferent to everything, it is really abnormal.

Having a temper means that you have emotions and emotions, but it is a normal performance.

Thinking about it this way made me feel a lot better.

Yuan Hang's words made him feel at ease for no reason.

Before, I was angry with my mother, but later I started to be angry with myself, angry at myself for getting angry for no reason, I feel sorry for my parents.

It's not sad to be pointed out by Yuan Hang inexplicably at the moment.

"Tell me when the plaster cast is removed from your arm," Lin Yue said after a long silence, "I want to personally witness the moment when you cast off your shell."

"You've already said that," Yuan Hang Le said, "This opportunity must be given."

"Thank you, Brother Yuan." Lin Yue reached out and touched his beer can.

Yuan Hang hooked his lips and smiled, took a sip of wine and did not speak.

The rooftop at night is unusually quiet, like a treasure land, but also a secret base.

Although everyone in this area knew about it, whenever the two of them came, there was no one there, as if the flowers planted above and the deck chairs all appeared out of thin air.

It's amazing.

"I have to go back and buy something for my dad," the two drank for a while, Lin Yue looked at the time, it was 8 pm, "the supermarket will close if it is later."

"Do you want to buy screws?" Yuan Hang asked.

Lin Yue suddenly turned his head and stared at him: "Are you monitoring my conversation with my dad?"

Yuan Hang looked at him: "I also installed a pinhole camera in your bedroom, are you afraid?"

After hearing this, Lin Yue ignored him, turned around and climbed down the roof.

Yuan Hang, who stayed behind/behind him, laughed wildly.

Lin Yue: I can't afford to be provoked by severe brain damage.

***

Originally, Yuan Hang thought that the broken arm and the heroic dunk in the basketball game were already a big storm. Now that he has passed the mid-term exam, he can rest assured that he can tutor his cute deskmate.

Unexpectedly, when I got off my dad's car the next day and turned to buy this material, I was blocked at the intersection.

Those who blocked him were a group of strong men with five big and three thick.

"Tell me," Yuan Hang stood in front of the group of people and said, "How much is it to let me go? Tell me the number."

The strong men looked at each other, one of them took a step forward, stretched out a finger and said, "It's not a fucking question of money."

"Then what are you doing with your fingers?" Yuan Hang said, "I don't have a dollar in my pocket, so I scan the QR code now."

The strong man was silent for a long time, stepped back, and patted the shoulder of his companion next to him: "You should go."

The companion looked a little thinner, but tall.

In fact, Yuan Hang is about the same height as them, but not as strong as them, and the strong ones are a bit greasy.

"Are you crazy?" The companion stepped forward to look at him, "Boss Yuan?"

Yuan Hang frowned after hearing this: "Who sent you here?"

"I just want to say one thing," said my companion, "Backstreet basketball court on weekends, dare you?"

Yuan Hang paused, and suddenly realized: "Are you from the attached middle school?"

One of the strong men snorted and said, "Our competitions are always won in an open and honest manner, unlike your No. [-] High School." He glanced at Yuan Hang's arm, "I dropped my arm to play the emotional card, just like a dog. "

Yuan Hang felt baffled, his last dunk was a real shot, what kind of bullshit emotional card.

These people are fucking looking for trouble!

"I can't beat my arm." Yuan Hang decided not to argue with them, turned his head and walked out.

"I can't find Boss Lin if I can't fight," the strong man said in a strange tone, "isn't he quite capable?"

Yuan Hang suddenly felt very upset, he turned his head and looked at the strong man in front of him with raised eyebrows: "You are not worthy."

The burly man stood up abruptly, and took a step forward: "You really are a fucking bitch!"

"If you want to play, it's best to change to another place," Yuan Hang pointed to the school gate not far away, "With the speed of my sprint champion in the sports meeting, you can't catch up with me."

"Fuck/you—" the latter words were stopped by the thinner and stronger man.

"I'll take my leave first," Yuan Hang glanced at them, turned and walked out, "Remember not to be late."

One of the people behind him sneered and shouted, "Remember to say hello to Boss Lin for me!"

Yuan Hang frowned after hearing this.

Does Lin Yue have a relationship with the school team of the attached high school?

When was the beam formed?

Or something else he didn't know about?