Forbidden color

"Tian Tian... my brother is gone..."

Before Wen Sitian opened his eyes, he heard the sound of rain. He was surrounded by warm body temperature for a moment, and a kiss fell on his thin eyelids.

He curled up a little sad, he fell asleep very late last night, now his eyes are sore, his temples are also aching, and Wen Sirin's intermittent instructions are heard in his ears, his head hurts, he moaned twice and waved Wen Sirin away , and bury it back in the pillow.

In a daze, I felt that I was tightly wrapped and placed in the middle of the bed. My cold feet were held warm for a while, and then I stuffed them back into the quilt.

There were rustles around for a while, and he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing slightly.

"……When does he come back?"

The atmosphere at the dining table was silent, only the clinking of cups, chopsticks and dishes, Wen Sitian picked up rice grains and asked suddenly.

"Huh? Who is it?" Mother Wen asked casually, taking a spoonful of soup into his bowl.

"...Brother." As soon as he said the words, the already quiet restaurant instantly froze, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Mother Wen's hand scooping up the soup was still in the air, and she didn't know where to put it.

"What does it have to do with you?" The father who had been silent all this time said, his eagle-like eyes shot at Wen Sitian from across the dining table.

Most of Wen Sirin's appearance is inherited from his father. They have similar expressions when they are gentle and caring, and similar expressions of harshness and indifference.

He pursed his lips tightly, and it took him a long time to muster up the courage to whisper: "The high school department won't allow make-up classes this summer, they've already been on vacation..."

"I said it's none of your business, just take care of yourself!" Father Wen suddenly raised his voice, and slammed his chopsticks on the bowl fiercely, which made Wen's mother and Wen Sitian tremble together in fright.

Wen Sitian was yelled fiercely, and the circles of his eyes immediately turned red. He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup. Tears gathered from the tear holes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and rolled down tremblingly.

"Okay, don't talk, eat." Wen's mother looked at Wen's father's face, trying to calm down.

The silence from before was restored at the dinner table.

After only 2 minutes, Father Wen slammed the table, and there was a loud clang, and he shouted to Wen Sitian, who buried his face in the soup bowl, "Look at you!"

14-year-old Wen Sitian is thin and thin, with pale wrists protruding from his brother's wide sleeves, but in the eyes of Wen's father, he looks like an antisocial juvenile delinquent. He bit his lower lip and shed tears silently, even sobbing. No sound was dared to come out.

"Look at your test scores! Are you planning to go to high school? You just cry, you don't look like a human being, and your mind is full of monster thoughts all day long! You...you are just...!" Silence It doesn't mean calm, one of his questions made his father furious, flying over the dinner table with saliva in his sharp-edged tone, he rushed towards Wen Sitian, "I think you are sick!"

Seeing Wen Sitian sitting there motionless and making no sound, he became more and more angry, stretched out his hand and slapped his soup bowl away, spilling his blood all over the floor: "You still have the face to eat!"

Seeing signs of escalating into physical conflict, Wen's mother hurriedly jumped out to confront Wen's father, and rushed Wen Sitian back to the room amidst the noise.

He obediently got up and went back to the room, shutting Father Wen's intensified roar behind him.

Probably his dismal final grades ignited Wen's father's anger, which was barely suppressed by Wen's mother's tears. Except when they first saw his blog record, he hadn't lost such a big temper for a long time.

He shouldn't use his birthday as a password, otherwise his life should still be fine.

Ever since his parents discovered his secret, their tolerance for him has become less and less, and they often pick their noses and eyes.He could understand his parents' approaching an enemy, so he was obedient for a long time. He never took the initiative to call Wen Sirin, and Wen Sirin was rarely even mentioned in their family. In fact, they even seldom communicated.

Today, his scars healed and he forgot the pain. He thought they were less sensitive, and wanted to find out some news about whether it hurts or not. Who would have thought...

If his mother hadn't stopped him, Father Wen's slap might have slapped him in the face.

How eccentric is the principle of human beings. Once the "big righteousness" is lost, no amount of "little courtesy" will be meaningless. He has been docile and obedient for more than ten years, and if he makes a mistake in one thing, he is not even worthy of doing it.

The bellflowers by the window had produced lantern-shaped flowers at some point, trembling, extremely pitiful and lovely, he thought in his mind, he should write this down, and tell Wen Sirin to come and see when he came back.

He really has no other ideas.

Just like the question he asked at the dinner table just now, he just wanted to know when Wen Sirin would come home, he didn't want to wait for Wen Sirin to seduce his excellent brother to sleep in a bed as soon as Wen Sirin stepped into the house, he just wanted to see See him, that's all.

The door behind him opened, and he didn't look back. His parents didn't allow him to lock the door.

Wen's mother sat on the bed behind him and said softly, "Tian Tian, ​​can I enroll you in a cram school for summer vacation?"

He nodded to the window sill, his throat was sore from trying to hold back the crying, and the dry tears were stretched tightly on his face, he raised his sleeve and wiped his face.

Wen's mother didn't speak for a long time, she stood up, pretending to be calm and said: "By the way, your brother and his classmates went on a study tour."

"...He's not coming back?" Wen Sitian turned his face, the corners of his nose and eyes were red.

"Can you stop inquiring about other people's affairs?" Wen's mother's tone also became cold, "I've told you all the good things, you know what's going on, don't make your father angry."

How is it someone else?How could Wen Sirin be someone else?

Even if he is psychopathic and violates ethics, his feelings for his brother are sincere. He wants to know his situation and see his mood. Is it difficult to understand?Is it hard to bear?

But he couldn't argue, and he didn't dare to argue, he was afraid that his parents would slap him out of the house, and he was even more afraid that his parents would be sad.

Father Wen hated that iron could not be made into steel, and he cursed so badly. When he came back from a social gathering in the middle of the night, he hid on the balcony, covered his eyes and cried, his voice was like a wounded wolf.

He had never seen his father cry before.

During that summer vacation, he attended a cram school with Li Dongshun for two months, and after taking the exam for two years, he was admitted to the Provincial Experimental Middle School and left home.

Wanting to see his brother again, wondering when he would come back to see him, Wen Sitian silently chanted many unknown prayers in his heart, he couldn't even remember, those bitter and endless thoughts were scattered in his grinding In his youthful years when the spine of the book was broken, it was the scene he least wanted to dream of.

Lonely, guilty, paranoid and hopeless.

They were cryogenic wounds that had never healed, aching and numb that he had pretended to forget on the parched wilderness.

Every day at that time was as damp and cold as today.

When Chen Guangyue was quarreled by Wen Sirin's phone call, he was still catching up on sleep. Last night he watched the game until four o'clock in the morning.

"...What? Don't worry about him being alone at home?" Chen Guangyue yawned enormously, "He's not a three-year-old baby, are you afraid that he will fumble with the switch?"

"He's not in a good mood recently, and I don't want to leave him alone."

"Because you put him as a pigeon? Children hate being cheated the most, and they will feel insecure." Chen Guangyue laughed and got up to get dressed.

"...Tian Tian is not a child anymore." Wen Sirin thought for a while and said, "You can let him cook for you at noon."

"Oh...how is Yan Qing?"

Wen Sirin sighed, and said helplessly: "...I beg you, don't keep mentioning him in front of Tian Tian..."

"Go, go, go..."

Wen Sirin's house is really clean, it doesn't look like he and his roommate live in a pig's nest.They are both boys, why is there such a big difference?Chen Guangyue strolled around in the study, touched the mimosa on the window sill, and the feathery leaves quickly closed, showing that he was not welcome.

Wen Sitian didn't get up to make him lunch, so he had to search in the refrigerator and found strawberries, white peach juice and half a bag of toast.

These snacks obviously couldn't satisfy Chen Guangyue, a burly man. Bored, he took out Wen Sitian's game console on the sofa piled up with a pile of comics and started playing.

Alas, why doesn't he have an elder brother who holds him in the palm of his hand like Wen Sirin?

It took a long time before he heard the bedroom door click. Chen Guangyue stared at the screen and said to Wen Sitian, "Tiantian, why have you slept until now? After I finish this level, I will take you out for dinner."

There was no response, and the sound of swords colliding in the game rang for a while before he heard Wen Sitian's ghostly voice: "Where is my brother..."

"He's gone out, let me play with you..." Chen Guangyue raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Sitian, then got stuck, "...why are you crying?"

Wen Sitian's eyes were wide open, tears streaming down his face, and he cried so much that he trembled when he spoke: "When will my brother come back? Is he really coming back?" He saw the astonished expression on Chen Guangyue's face, like looking at a monster.

He squeezed his hands tightly, trying to calm them down, so that his shoulders were shaking.

The uncontrollable crying seemed to be sprayed out by violently shaking carbonated soda. He cried and looked around, but couldn't find any familiar figure.

"Brother..." He felt extremely embarrassed for himself to cry so timidly. He could see from Chen Guangyue's expression how embarrassed and ridiculous his current posture was. He avoided Chen Guangyue's extended hand and retreated to the bedroom door , Chen Guangyue jumped up in a panic and said: "Your brother will be back in a while! Immediately! I, I, I will call him now!"

He knew that he should keep his mouth shut and hide, he was going to scare Chen Guangyue.

Wen Sitian turned around and climbed onto the bed to wrap himself from head to toe with a quilt, his crying was blocked by the quilt, which sounded dull and shrill.

How much he didn't want his ugliness to be seen by others, Chen Guangyue was still shaking him, crying and shouting: "Go - go away!"

Obviously he wanted to treat everyone kindly, but in the end he turned into a vicious one.

Wen Sirin found Wen Sitian from the closet. He pulled out all the winter clothes and threw them on the ground. He climbed into the closet by himself and fell asleep in it.

He huddled in the dark enclosed space, barely finding a sense of security.

When I woke up, it was night again, and Wen Sirin was squatting on the ground to fold clothes, thick flannel bed covers, sweaters, and overcoats were scattered all over the floor.

Seeing that he was awake, Wen Sirin raised her head and smiled, and asked briskly, "Shall we go to eat?"

His smile looked very peaceful, Wen Sitian slowly crawled over, picked up a piece of clothing and folded it.

"Why do you throw it everywhere, why don't you clean it up yourself?"

Wen Sitian remained silent, he didn't know how to explain, he raised his eyelids to peek at his brother.Wen Sirin has always had a decisive and calm personality, and she is sharp and sharp when she smiles, which is very different from her current appearance.

He saw Wen Sirin's eyes, bright and slightly red, with a wounded softness.

Neither of them talked, and tidied up the whole wardrobe. Wen Sirin ordered takeaway, and asked him to order sweet egg rolls and strawberry Daifuku.He ate against the rain screen, and started to cry without warning. He felt sorry and embarrassed, and hoped that Wen Sirin would blame him.

But Wen Sirin just pecked the icing on the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Sitian sniffed and nodded.

Wen Silin hugged him and said in a low voice: "From then on, I will buy it for you every day..." He seemed to be speaking in a difficult way, but the words he uttered were as calm as still water, "...Tian Tian, ​​brother will take you to see a doctor, okay?" ?"

Hearing this sentence, Wen Sitian's tears suddenly surged up, he hung his head in shame and cried silently, like a failed mime, half of the dafu in his hand was bitten, revealing the pink and tender filling.

"It's not a big deal, I won't get an injection, just go and have a look... After watching, let's eat crayfish..."

Wen Sirin's voice still carried a comforting smile, as if coaxing him to eat a bite of vegetables, but why did he sound so sad?

He nodded, turned his head and buried it in Wen Sirin's arms.