Forbidden color

Wen Sitian was unhappy downstairs helping others to water the flowers, but was once again driven away by the old couple who lived on the first floor. He watered the flowers as soon as he saw them three times a day, and the flowers couldn't bear it.

Although generally speaking, his life has achieved staged victories, but this is based on the destruction of others, and he has sympathy for this.

It has been more than half a month since school started, Wen Sitian hadn't seen Xu Qingyang at school very much, he would occasionally stop when passing by the basketball court, but he didn't dare to stay longer, although he also wanted to pray for Xu Qingyang's forgiveness, but he did He had no face dangling in front of his eyes, and he still acted alone.

But he didn't feel too depressed because of his betrayal of Xu Qingyang. Instead, he ate well and slept well, and he looked much healthier.

Although he would still wake up from Xu Qingyang's aggrieved eyes in his dream, and then condemn himself anxiously, the fact that he was thrown into hell at every turn in the past made him feel less terrible, as if he had Wen Sirin, being abandoned by the whole world will not feel deep sadness, and Wen Sirin ignited the sacred fire in his heart again, which made him have unprecedented positive thoughts about everything.

He tightened his arms holding Wen Sirin's arms, put his feet on his waist and thought secretly, like a rabbit general who is about to go out and swears to take back all the carrots.Hope is extremely precious to him, it is a piece of good luck in the wild rocks, he can always find a chance to reconcile with Xu Qingyang.

So before that, he was going to see Luan Jian once. He felt that his illness would be cured.

"Tian Tian, ​​let's go home for Mid-Autumn Festival."

Wen Sitian was typing and chatting with Luan Jian, while eating a piece of purple potato mooncake, pinching off the not-so-sweet crust and feeding it to Wen Sirin, he raised his head in surprise and asked, "What are you doing back home?"

"... Uncle said that the seller of the house at home has been contacted, and we need to go back and go through some formalities." Wen Sirin ate mooncakes with his hands, "This is the last time we will be reunited at home."

From now on, parents will only exist in inorganic photo files, and there is really only each other in their world.

Wen Sitian's expression was stunned, and he didn't respond to his fingertips being sucked in. His voice was reluctant, a bit begging: "Can't we not go back? Uncle will do a good job for us..."

"Don't you want to go back? There are still some of your things at home, you don't want them anymore?" Wen Sitian said nahantically. Wen Sitian loved his family very much when he was a child and had a close relationship with his parents. I don't know why he refused to go home. "Are you afraid of missing your parents?" ?” he said softly, reaching out to touch him.

Wen Sitian shivered slightly, avoided it, and said in a low voice: "Well...if I don't go back, will they blame me?"

"I have my brother here, come here." Seeing his appearance, Wen Sirin felt sour, and motioned him to come into her arms, "They love you the most, they will understand what you do."

Wen Sitian smiled lightly, and the smile quickly disappeared again: "Brother, are they really all dead? Will they never come back to life?" Wen Sitian's voice was erratic, with a feeling of cold numbness, and suddenly asked .

Wen Sirin nodded, and said softly: "Yes, but we always have to..."

Before he could utter the chicken soup, Wen Sitian suddenly interrupted him and said, "Go back, we'll sell the house and leave there forever."

His body was a little cold, and there were almost imperceptible tremors. He tried his best to retract himself into Wen Sirin's arms, not to expose any inch of his skin to the air.

He can't escape these terrible truths, and eventually has to go back and face them.

The uncle has already helped them pack up the things in the house, throwing them away and selling them. The house that was full in the past is now only a few boxes piled up on the old wooden bed.

He sat on the bed and flipped through the things in the iron box next to his parents' bed, trying to find a birth certificate in it on a whim, proving that Wen Sirin was an abandoned baby who was thrown at the gate of the courtyard on a snowy morning.

But he only found the old photos of Wen's parents, the young man printed on the photos full of time grains, he looked exactly like Wen Sirin.

Deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, eyebrows flying into the temples, especially when viewed from the side, the thin mandible is almost in the same shape as him.

This ruthlessly shattered his ulterior fantasies. If Wen Sirin picked it up like this, then it can only be regarded as recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors, right?

Besides, if he wasn't a brother, would Wen Sirin love him?I'm afraid Wen Sirin didn't even bother to look at him more.

Wen Sitian raised his eyes and looked at Wen Sirin who was talking with his uncle outside the house. He had seen him from this angle countless times. His brother had grown from a lotus root-like child to a handsome young man, and then to what he is now. A tall and handsome man.

It is often said that when you are young, you must not meet someone who is too enamored, otherwise it will be difficult for you to see more amazing scenery throughout your life, but how can he avoid it?He grew out of Wen Sirin's heart.

The green plum in the window had borne heavy fruit several times, and he was finally able to come back here with him.

In the past, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wen's mother would always make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root to eat. Wen Sirin went to the store to buy a copy, and sat in the small courtyard with Wen Sitian to watch the moon.

The glutinous rice lotus root in the shop doesn't taste like the one made by Wen's mother, and the root of the lotus root is still a little black. Wen Sitian stopped eating after only one mouthful, staring at the back of Wen Silin cleaning the bed in a daze.This small courtyard is no longer his home, and the familiar smell is gone. Can the kinship obstacles that bound him be buried along with these?

At night, Wen Sirin fell asleep, breathing long and steady, Wen Sitian gently broke free from his embrace, stared lovingly at his handsome sleeping face for a moment, and then walked into the yard facing the moonlight leaking from the sycamore leaves, The breeze was blowing in the middle of the night, and the branches shook Yingying Tongtong. On the small table in the middle of the yard, there was still the leftover glutinous rice lotus root. He walked over and knelt gently on the cement board in front of the table.

Mom, are you in pain?I heard from my uncle that the skull fractured and he died on the spot. The pain won't last long, right?

Were you still crying before you died?Do you still hate me for not listening to you and insisting on loving your own brother?

In fact, the person who should roll under that car should be me, why did you die for me?

Even so, I have let you down, so feel free to blame me.

He breathed very lightly, staring at the mass of red moonlight, like his mother's tenderest but blood-stained touch.

"You won't see the scenes you don't want to see." There is a deep pool of water in his eyes, which seems to have bright moonlight, and hides a sleeping giant monster, "Because, you won't come back again, Is it right?"

He chose Wen Sirin, which means that he has no right to linger here any longer. His tears flow quietly like mourning for the life of his parents and his own humanity.

He knew why Wen's father and mother insisted that Wen Sirin live in the school. They have been trying their best to reduce the time they spent together, and even applauded Wen Sirin's finding a boyfriend. He was almost grateful to the heavens, and finally had a son. Is a normal person.

Compared with Wen's father's rage, Wen's mother's helpless silence and tears made him feel more guilty. He still remembered Wen's mother's forced smile. She touched his head and said, "Tian Tian is still young, what did he do wrong, mother?" I will forgive you, as long as you are sensible."

He also heard his parents whispering outside the door in the middle of the night. When Wen's father talked about the excitement, he suppressed his anger and said, "Isn't he a pervert? Are you still protecting him? You don't want to discipline him. I will send him Go to that school, you are not allowed to interfere!"

He could probably guess what "that school" was, and he sat there in a darkened bedroom waiting to die, waiting for them to rush in and stuff him into a van with the doors and windows closed, but they didn't.

No matter how perverted he was, they didn't have the heart to send him to be reformed.

"You won't be sad or afraid anymore, you don't have to worry about embarrassments anymore, I can bear all the disasters myself." He murmured, showing a blank smile, "I'm afraid to see you cry, it's more painful than crying myself. It’s a hundred times more painful. I’d rather commit a crime and be punished by myself than let you live in condemnation. You say it’s wrong, but I don’t know what’s wrong…”

He wiped away his tears, his voice choked up: "But it doesn't matter now, you don't feel anything, you won't know anything, and you won't be in pain. Things are already like this, I can't back down anymore, if there is really Heaven, there is bliss, and you will be reunited with your brother in the future. I am not afraid of leaving alone, I will go to atone for my sins, and let me go to hell alone..." The more he spoke, the more incoherent he became, and the thoughts lingering in his brain lost their minds. The sequence generally flows outward.

He was pious and desperate, and confided to the ghost who didn't know when to disperse.He thought that he would not be forgiven, but he had overdrawn the trust of his parents and dragged down their lives. No punishment could pay for such a mistake, and it was a shackle he would bear for the rest of his life.

His conscience has been broken, he is guilty of everything, but he has never regretted it, if this is his thorny road to Wen Sirin, then the price is all chosen by himself.

This road is stained with the blood and tears of parents, and it is also full of yellow tulips.

It poked in through the iron window of the prison, and showed its kindness to him among the rough stones and rubble. If he was going to be imprisoned for the rest of his life, at least let him see this dark spring again.

"Wen Sitian, pack your things quickly." Wen Silin said helplessly, Wen Sitian was reading a comic book with her belly exposed, giggling, she buckled the book and crawled to the side of the box to search.

"This is my calendar, look at it." He flipped through it triumphantly, "It contains the records of you calling me every month, going home for dinner, the least is your winter vacation in the second year of high school, going to Hainan with Yan Qing Playing, I only stayed at home for two days." He smacked his lips, nodded at the pitifully few records on that page, and looked at Wen Sirin pointingly.

"...Why do you remember this?" Wen Sirin looked a little embarrassed when he heard him settle accounts. During the years of staying here, he really didn't love his family. He was more cheerful and outgoing than Wen Sitian. He can't do many things, so he is often left alone at home.

"After you repent, you must make it up to me." Wen Sitian smiled and scribbled on a new calendar, "You said you would go to the beach with me in July next year, so don't play tricks."

"Who can say this kind of thing..." Wen Sirin smiled, seeing Wen Sitian grinding his teeth in a demonstration, he quickly changed his words, "But I'm right, if the professor doesn't allow me to go, I won't have a degree." After he finished speaking, he held Wen Sitian's small face and kissed it. He has become visibly happier recently, his eyes are moist, whiter, tenderer and more delicious, which makes people's index fingers move.

Wen Sitian nodded in satisfaction, and muttered: "You owe me many days, and you have to make up for it every day." He drew a small heart in every grid in July, and Wen Silin went over to hold him down, and the two of them They rolled on the ground and hugged each other, listening to Wen Sitian's soft coquetry, he leaned into his ear and sighed: "Tiantian, can you continue to be happy like this forever?"

Wen Sitian murmured: "Brother, I am happy every day when I am with you. Sometimes even though I cry, I am also happy."

What he said is true, although the joy always coexists with the pain, it is better than the endless darkness.

If he didn't get this slap, he wouldn't even be able to eat a bite of sweet dates.

He raised his head, with innocent admiration on his face, like a baby bird, like a dodder, and like the first time he babbled and stretched out his little hand to touch Wen Sirin's eyes.