Forbidden color

He hadn't fallen asleep so easily in a long time.

Although the insects were screaming harshly, the surrounding temperature became violent, and even the invisible dust in the air was dry and rough, he fell asleep in such a harsh summer day.

It took only half a day, and he was so tired after walking the distance and coming back.

Sheltered by the shade of the camphor tree, Wen Sitian guarded the empty basketball court and fell asleep on the unattended peaches. His dream was good, and he had everything in his dream, except he was not sad.

He thought he should have dreamed that he watched an old movie with his friends, or went fishing in the river. In short, it was a quiet and interesting thing. He played all day and didn't think of Wen Sirin. At the door of the house at the beginning, he forgot to bring the key, so he kissed his brother who came to open the door for him.

It was only in his dream that he dared to let Wen Sirin wait for him, so that he would not be ashamed of his faltering steps.

But he couldn't dream, and rarely fell asleep, and finally fell asleep, and he didn't remember what he dreamed at all, maybe he didn't dream at all.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he barely opened his eyes in dizziness, the sky was starting to turn gray, his cervical spine was so stiff that he couldn't move, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground.

He actually fell asleep sitting on the ground.

Wen Sitian slowly picked up the peaches that had been scattered all over the floor. He was as dirty as a beggar, and he didn't know how he made himself like this.

After a night of sleep, my emotions settled down, and my mind was half awake.When he ran out, his brain was numb, he just wanted to escape instinctively, the scene in front of him was like a scorching fire, which could easily burn his eyeballs, and he didn't know if the pile of **** had been extinguished now, or if it was burning more prosperous.

"****..." Wen Sitian murmured to himself, dragging his limp legs to walk back, with a silent self-abandonment in his heart.

Wen Sirin said that he would not be with Yan Qing again, who knows if it is true or not?

If the feelings were so easy to control, he would have packed up a small burden and gone wandering, why would he stay here.

But if Wen Sirin is to go against his will, make huge sacrifices and concessions, and be reluctant to be with him, he will not be able to forgive himself.

Wen Sitian frowned weakly, his head hurt, he couldn't sort out his thoughts, he couldn't even tell what he wanted now, he was almost at the mercy of unpredictable emotions.When it sinks down, he becomes a drowned fish, even if Wen Sirin throws his tail into the frying pan, he doesn't want to turn over and fry himself until golden on both sides; when it rises up, he starts endlessly The crying, fussing, and cranky thinking will only make everyone exhausted.

But he couldn't figure out how to confess his illness to Wen Sirin. Once he said it, Wen Sirin would definitely compromise with his wishes, no matter how much he had to give up, whether it was out of guilt or a sense of responsibility.

How much he wishes he could be healthy instead of persecuting the one he loves with a pitiful gesture forever.

In the end, he couldn't tell whether the little love he got was what he wanted.

The windows on the side of the road were filled with orange lights, and he smelled a very fragrant smell of oily smoke, so he stood there, and there were inaudible human voices in the window, encapsulating the noisy and quiet time.

He suddenly had an urge to throw the peach in and smash the window glass of their house. The desire to destroy poked his head out. He stared at the moving figures closely, pinched a peach with his fingers, and wanted to use this beautiful weapon to kill him. Become the bad guy yourself.

Why does he have to be that obedient and docile person all the time?If he doesn't go bad, how can he match these tortures he suffers day and night?

He probably has a snake in his body, otherwise how could he have the idea of ​​venomous teeth.

"beep--"

The electric car behind him honked its horn, thinking that Wen Sitian was blocking the way, he was startled, and silently retreated to the side of the road, the unlucky peach in his hand was pinched with handprints, like being slapped by another peach.

He fell silent, put the peach back into the plastic bag, and walked wearily towards home.

No one was home, but the door was open.

This is an abnormal phenomenon, but Wen Sitian didn't bother to think about it, he turned on the lights and walked around the house, there was no food in the kitchen, the refrigerator was cleaned because of the trip, and there was only one lonely girl named Qingyu Hanging on the window edge, looking from behind, it looks like a lonely hanged person.

He reached out and tore it off, throwing it out the window.

It would be better not to show the spirit, and the next seven days will be pouring rain, and the water will flood the door of the house, and no one can get out.

He found some change in the drawer and wanted to go out to eat something. Although he looked like a beggar now, he could get alms even if he squatted on the street, but he hadn't eaten all day. He wanted to go to the house where Wen Sirin demoted him. For the "gutter oil restaurant" small shop to eat dragon copy hands.

Suddenly there were rumbling footsteps in the corridor, as if chasing after her life, Wen Sirin came back after being away for several hours, and plunged into the hall like a javelin.

His hair was disheveled, his forehead was covered with sweat, his collar and cuffs were ripped open, and his whole body was full of bursting breath. Seeing Wen Sitian standing there innocently and staring at him for a long time, he seemed to let go of his strength. Leaning back against the wall, he covered his eyes with his hands.

There was only the faint sound of unsteady breathing rising and falling in the room.

Wen Sirin gasped for a moment, straightened up and walked towards him.

He had never seen Wen Sirin's expression like this before, and only when he got closer did he realize that his eyes were moist and scarlet, his heart was filled with rage, and his veins were bulging.

Both brothers are the same as just escaped from the dump, except that one is a recycling trash can and the other is an incinerator.

Wen Sirin's jaw clenched tightly, his lips trembled slightly, he didn't know how many rounds he had put his anger into pieces under the root of his teeth, he thought belatedly, if he sneaked away without saying hello, Wen Sirin would probably beat him up Don, he's never been beaten.

Or fuck, if he still wanted to.

He saw Wen Sirin reach out his hand, but instead of giving him a slap, he slowly hugged him into his arms.

The temperature in his chest was very high, and his heart was beating wildly like a mad dog, rumbling against his ear.

He waited for a long time before he heard his brother's hoarse voice, sighing as if his strength had been exhausted: "...you scared me to death..." He fell on the sofa with his arms around Wen Sitian as if he had lost his strength. Hoop in the bosom does not let go.

"You..." Wen Sirin wanted to speak a few times, but he didn't continue to speak helplessly, thinking about what he wanted to say, he just asked him where he went and why he ran away without saying a word.

Wen Sitian lay there and didn't talk, he felt comfortable lying on his stomach like this, he didn't have to quarrel with his brother, and he didn't have to listen to what he said he didn't like to hear, since Wen Silin didn't scold him, then he could just lie on his stomach like this all the time up.

The draft blew in and closed the door with a "bang". After a long time, Wen Sirin opened his mouth and pressed his lips against his ear: "...where did you go this afternoon?"

"...I went to find Xu Qingyang." Wen Sitian said, his tone was tired and calm. In less than a day, he quickly became moldy, from sweet bean curd to rancid bean juice. It was too hard to fight against emotions. It's better to do whatever you want.

Anyway, he won't be able to win anyone's favor even if he is obedient and flattering.

"...But he doesn't want to see me, and he doesn't want my peaches, so I'll give them to you." Wen Sitian closed his eyes, talking in sleep, "Anyway, he won't talk to me again in his life."

The arm holding him trembled indistinctly, and he heard a difficult voice beside his ear: "Tian Tian...it's my brother's fault."

Wen Sitian shook his head and said: "It's my fault, I just don't provoke him."

In the end, he was the one who brought Xu Qingyang into it, so what's the use of blaming others.

Wen Silin tightened his arms, and said in a low voice, "Tian Tian, ​​I regret it very much." He stroked Wen Sitian's hair.

regret what?Do you regret bullying Xu Qingyang?Or do you regret not letting him sleep with Xu Qingyang?

He was powerless to ask any more, Wen Sirin's body ached from hugging him.

"Let me tell you about Yan Qing." Wen Sirin suddenly opened his mouth, and before he could continue, he was interrupted by Wen Sitian, who said in a cold tone that he had never heard before: "If you don't want to hear it, it's none of my business." thing."

"...Listen to it, okay?" Wen Sirin coaxed him, patting him twice like a cat, "Just listen to it this time, and we won't mention him in the future."

He thought he had lost his emotions, but when he heard the last sentence, his nose still felt sour.

"...Yan Qing's parents went to Germany with him. The company was temporarily entrusted to his uncle to help manage the company. His uncle first embezzled public funds for investment, and then borrowed usury to plug holes. Now the company is on the verge of bankruptcy and the money cannot be repaid. His father was so angry that he had a stroke, and he came back to handle the company's affairs alone." Wen Sirin said, "He was approached by loan sharks today, and he was injured. I can't pretend that I don't know about the death, right? "

As he spoke, he shook Wen Sitian lightly, but Wen Sitian just kept silent.

It's so easy to tell the truth, why don't you just fall in love with that bearded logic professor at school?

"I just want to help him. Originally... I owe him." Wen Sirin said, "Today is an accident, Tian Tian, ​​I didn't explain it clearly, but even if you are angry, don't scare me like that."

He groped for Wen Sitian's face with his palm, and stared into his dark eyes, his eyes were still bloodshot, as if bleeding from the pain, he whispered: "Brother did something wrong, don't worry about it." Myself, I let you punish me, but..." He paused, his voice became hoarse, "...where do you want me to find you?"

"If you want to go, bring your money, your cell phone, or drive, don't be alone..."

"You can go to anyone, anywhere, as long as you are fine..."

Wen Sitian thought that he was indeed hopeless, and even when he thought he was about to split into another manic personality, he was still caught by Wen Silin in a few words and learned to shed tears again.

"My brother loves you the most, and it has never changed..." Wen Sirin hugged him and recounted the oath of the past, as if telling a fairy tale before going to bed, with a soft and soft voice, as if trying to return to the past where no harm had happened. The falling sound carried imperceptible sobs.