Forbidden color

He was startled, and was strangled severely by the seat belt again, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he hurried to see Wen Sirin.

Wen Sirin was still holding the phone in his hand, furrowed his brows together fiercely, and hastily stretched out his hand to open the car door to get out of the car, and at the same time asked on the phone: "What's going on?"

Wen Sitian was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that he wanted to follow, he found that the right door was too close to the opponent's car, so he had to climb out from the left driver's seat using hands and feet.

Wen Sirin was explaining to the owner of the car, while keeping the phone close to his ear, maybe the owner was very dissatisfied with Wen Sirin's ugly look and attitude of negotiating with him on the phone. His tone was very bad, and his voice was getting louder. Zhang hurriedly stepped forward and signaled Wen Sirin to call first, and he came to explain to them.

Wen Sirin didn't have time to think about it too much, so she raised her hand to apologize to the owner of the car, and stepped back to make a phone call.

"...Look at your attitude! You're still so stupid after bumping into someone else!" The owner of the car was a short, fat man in his 30s. His face, which was already red, was swollen with anger, and his sweat was shining brightly in the sun.

Wen Sitian quickly apologized to him, and promised in every possible way that he would compensate him. Seeing that Wen Sitian looked young, gentle, and had a temper, it was inconvenient to take it out on him, so he waved his hand and said, "It's not a question of how much you should pay. If you stop here, can you drive? If you can’t drive, then..."

Wen Sitian was shrouded in constant complaints from the owner of the car, and carefully inspected the vehicle. The damage to the two cars was not serious. The rearview mirror of the other was folded over, and there were only scratches where they touched. The other was a new car. On the one hand, it is distressed, on the other hand, it is dissatisfied with Wen Sirin's attitude.

Not far away, the little boy who was playing on the small uphill watched it for a while, then ran over, pulled the owner of the car and called him Dad.

"I'm really sorry, my brother was careless. Let's see how much we should pay, shall we compensate?" Wen Sitian glanced uneasily at Wen Sirin who was not far away.

"It's not a big deal at all. The key is that you don't feel wronged at all when you hit someone's car..." The owner of the car pointed at Wen Sirin whose back was facing them.

"...I'm sorry, he...he has something urgent..." Wen Sitian apologized with a smile, after the initial panic settled down, it blocked the veins in his chest like mud.

He was starting to feel out of breath again.

The little boy next to him had a purple morning glory pinned to his peaked cap, and his big eyes turned around to look at his angry father and Wen Sitian.

The owner of the car had nowhere to vent his anger, so he took photos on his own, contacted people, and complained about this unwarranted disaster.

Wen Sitian was left on the spot, waiting as if being scolded.

"Brother, little frog."

Wen Sitian lowered his eyes, the little boy talked to him in a childlike voice, and showed him the hind legs of a very small frog in his hand, he forced a smile, squatted down to play with the little boy.

The little frog was put on the ground, maybe he was so frightened that he didn't know how to run away, his two small black eyes looked around, and he didn't know what interrupted his pastoral life.

The children are natural visionaries, very curious, full of innocent and interesting questions, they squatted there chatting for a while about the little frog, and chatting about homework for a while, the car owner who finished complaining also joined them, the three waited Figures arranged in different sizes squatted on the side of the road with wild grass.

"What's the big deal with your brother..." The car owner lit a cigarette, and worried about his son's presence, he walked away.

"He...he quarreled with his girlfriend..." Wen Sitian made up nonsense, and his voice weakened at the end.

He knew that it was Yan Qing's call, otherwise, who else could cause Wen Sirin to panic like this?

"Oh——" the car owner didn't say anything, but the little boy showed a sudden understanding expression, an expression that he understood very well.

He wanted to laugh a little, he didn't know what this kid understood, even he himself didn't understand it.

But he couldn't laugh, he stared blankly at the still clouds in the distance, their journey also stopped with him.

The world seemed to have stopped, as we watched the next step together, the originally boiling hot air fell silent, and he receded briskly like a tide, revealing the naked sandy beach.

In fact, there is nothing special about the seaside, it doesn't matter whether you go or not.

He wasn't interested in those places at all.

It’s also okay to go home. When he recovers from illness, choose a sunny day with more luggage and longings than now. The beautiful scenery is not like the people’s hearts that can’t be grasped. It always stays there waiting for them .

He consoled himself sensibly.

You see, hope is not so strong, and when you fall, it will not hurt so much.

He also wanted to tell Wen Sirin these words, in the most determined and understanding tone, so that he would not feel sorry for the unspeakable following, things always have priorities, and he couldn't plead for him to stay for the sake of romance.

He just felt sorry that after so much effort, he had only traveled such a short distance.

That's it.

Wen Sirin picked up the phone and came back in a hurry. There was still anxiety on his brows, and he apologized to the car owner repeatedly.

The car owner's anger has probably been dispelled by Wen Sitian and the little frog, and he only scolded Wen Sirin once, and finally accepted Wen Sirin's compensation, muttering: "...you are not as sensible as your brother."

Wen Silin looked embarrassed and solemn, and reached out to touch Wen Sitian's head.

"Tian Tian..."

Wen Sitian watched him silently, like a docile doll.

"...Wait for me, I'll make another call." He habitually wanted to kiss him on the top of the head, but was interrupted by the kid next to him staring at them with big eyes.

Wen Sitian nodded and said, "It's okay." Then he went back to drawing a house for the frog with the little boy on the ground.

His expression was normal, as well-behaved as before.

He wants to hide his expectations well, not to burden anyone, and to keep himself from becoming more greedy.

After squatting for a long time, the little house was finished, and he guessed that Wen Sirin had almost finished making phone calls, so he stood up on his sore legs and said to the little boy, "Brother is leaving."

"Where are you going?" The little boy looked at him with black grape-like eyes, and then at his father who was smoking not far away.

where to go?

Wen Sitian thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and pointed along the suburban road. The direction they were heading all the way, the sky was misty blue, but embedded with the brightest sun in the early morning, there were big flowers on the horizon that hid the unknown. The cloud of the story, and the end of the unknown.

"We were going there."

The child lacked intelligence, stepped on his feet and looked at it for a long time, and said in a very naive tone: "But there is nothing there."

Wen Sitian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking into the distance like exploring.

"Yeah, nothing," he said finally.

He walked into the car and swiped his phone aimlessly. The chat interface was empty, so he had to play Xiaoxiaole until Wen Sirin came back.

"Tian Tian..." Wen Sirin stepped into the car and closed the car, his voice was a little hoarse, he didn't start the car immediately, let out a breath, looked directly at the road ahead, and said in a low voice, "Something happened to Yan Qing."

Wen Sitian closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, he wanted to laugh a little, how prescient he was, he could crush himself before the boulder fell.

"He had conflicts with loan sharks and was blocked at home. I heard him on the phone..."

"It's okay, let's go back." Wen Sitian didn't raise his head, his voice was light and agile, almost cheerful, and he tapped his fingers on the colorful bubbles.

He was ready and it wasn't a big deal.

"Tian Tian..." Wen Sirin's voice was so helpless, as if he was coaxing himself to make trouble out of no reason, "The situation is really dangerous, his family is not here now, let's go back and have a look, and then..."

"I know, let's go back." He interrupted, he kept playing the game, and after waiting for a while, he raised his head before waiting for Wen Silin's next words. Tian himself said, "I'm serious, it's okay, we'll come out next time."

He didn't want to hear Wen Sirin making such a fuss to comfort him, he wasn't that sad, he wasn't that delicate, it was just a trip away.

Wen Sirin was speechless for a long time, maybe he was waiting for Wen Sitian to cry and make noise as usual, or to complain sadly, but he finished his next words.

Feeling uneasy for no reason, he reached out to touch Wen Sitian's cheek, and Wen Sitian broke free slightly, staring at the game and refusing to let go.He could feel Wen Sirin's hands trembling slightly, and after a long time, he made up his mind and leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt.

"Brother will take you out to play again, brother promises." Wen Sirin's voice was low and hoarse, mixed with obvious pain, "I will not be with Yan Qing again, we broke up long ago, Tian Tian, ​​brother and You go to Singapore together."

Wen Sitian's fingers stopped for a moment, then moved again, he only nodded.

Why such a beautiful oath was made under such circumstances.

Wen Sirin was finally willing to tell him the promise he had always wanted.

In exchange for the opportunity for him to return to Yan Qing for a short time.

"Tian Tian, ​​I'm sorry... you trust brother one more time..." Wen Sirin started the car and turned around slowly, turning his back to Chaoyang and leaving.

He unconsciously bit his lip, biting it tighter and tighter.

Only then did he really realize that they were going back.

The trip is over.

He must accept the fact.

Is it because he has done too well in his mental construction?He didn't cry into a pig's head according to his past experience.

Perhaps, deep down in his heart, he has been reluctant to believe that the world will treat him kindly one day.

He even felt horrified that he had degenerated very quickly into a vicious person. He could not worry about the persecution of Yan Qing by loan sharks. He was indifferent to Yan Qing's situation. I don't want to go anywhere, or rather, I can go anywhere.

He just wanted to be alone.

"...Tiantian, don't worry, my brother has been trying to solve the problem of studying abroad. When you graduate, you don't have to worry about anything..."

"Brother..." Wen Sitian's voice was as dry as dead wood that had lost water for a long time, "Okay..."

He has been hollowed out, and he has to exhale gently to maintain the appearance of being ruined, but Wen Sirin is still shaking him relentlessly, asking him to listen, he is still willing to treat him for the sake of Yan Qing How many vows to make that you were unwilling to make before.

But he never wanted Wen Sirin to make any unfaithful choices for him.

He's done enough for himself.

But those golden and tempting expectations he throws out make him like a straight-eyed little donkey, driven by the fragrant carrots that will never be eaten, and his legs are about to break.

Wen Sirin's words were so gentle, he laughed and pulled out the last cluster of flowers from his heart, leaving a dry wound there, and the soil seemed to be dead.

Will he give that bouquet to the one he loves?

He wanted to stay here by himself, no one wanted to stay in this cold and fragile frozen soil that could no longer bloom, except himself.

Wen Sirin didn't speak any more, the car drove at high speed, all the way to Yan Qing's apartment.

A police car was already parked downstairs in the apartment, and Wen Sirin parked the car a little far away. He unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over and sucked on Wen Sitian's lips forcefully, and whispered against his lips: "Wait a minute." Me, I'll be right back."

Wen Sitian didn't respond, and his lips didn't even move.

He stroked Wen Sitian's back with his hand, as if he didn't know what else to do to comfort him.

After a while, Wen Sitian came to his senses and nodded with a slight amplitude that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

He knew that Wen Sirin's eyes must be affectionate and caring, like many times in his memory, but he would rather close his eyes and see the illusion.

He hated the guilt caused by Yan Qing.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of closing the car door that he raised his head and looked ahead, sending off his brother with a withered look.

Time flows slowly, the doors and windows of the narrow car are closed tightly, the compressor is extravagantly blowing air-conditioning, the sun is scorching hot outside, under the pressure of the clouds, it is stuffy and humid, and occasionally there are children on summer vacation who are sweating profusely with their drawing boards on their backs He ran over quickly, but he was completely frozen from the inside out.

He was always out of tune with the world.

After a long time, they came down from upstairs. Although they were far away, he could still recognize Wen Sirin at a glance. Yan Qing who was next to him was being supported, as if he was injured. He also saw Chen Guangyue, and a few others The classmates of Wen Sirin I met, they stood far away, as if a rescue operation had won a victory.

He watched from the car, as if countless childhood scenes reappeared, Wen Sirin and his friends were chasing each other, they were equally tall and strong, and Wen Sitian was just a weak bean sprout, if you get close, let alone If you can't absorb nutrients, maybe you will be absorbed as nutrients.

Even after so many years, he is still the same, the species is isolated, the climate is not acclimatized, he cannot squeeze into the space around Wen Sirin, he will always be a repelled pathogen, even if Wen Sirin holds him in his palm, he still cannot stand side by side with him.

Standing in the sunshine and midsummer with his brother and his kind must be the happiest thing for him.

Wen Sitian heard someone crying in a trance, and the crying was far away and near, and sometimes it was hidden in the high-frequency cry like electric current, like a trapped monster.

He wanted to open the door and let it out, but that would scare people.

It must not be him, he would not cry so badly and presumptuously, like a dead man on death row, regardless of any face, he always tries his best to cry softly, swallowing the screams that can tear people's hearts into his stomach, these A cry of despair will tear apart the hearts of those who love him like sharp claws.

But he couldn't control it anymore, what's the use of his cute face and good posture?

No one will see him, no one will be around him.